#seventeen bucks for a bra

[sweaterkittensahoy]

If you don't know, my previous bras cost about $70 on average a BRA

Me, in a 34C bra from Target: Look!

Sean: Looks great!

Me: Guess how much it costs. Full price.

Sean: ...30 bucks?

Me: SEVENTEEN.

[sailors-diary-for-elise]

Firsts

Okay after this I swear I will post something OTHER than smut, I promise. But here we go, first time with mister Park Seonghwa

Warnings: (oh dear god not as many as my previous one but whew) lingerie, dry humping, multiple orgasms (y/n receiving), oral (y/n receiving again), finger sucking (Seonghwa receiving), fingering, not really orgasm denial but at the same time yes? virgin reader, experienced Seonghwa, over-usage of the name angel, protected sex (I CAN SET A GOOD EXAMPLE), a bit rough at the end, squirting (kinda mentioned but I don’t harp on it), reader kinda blacks out twice from her orgasms sooooo there’s that too but I think that’s it? If I missed anything PLEASE TELL ME.

Note: this was originally written for Jeonghan of Seventeen, but I’ve been considering taking them off of my list of groups I write for cause I haven’t really felt inspired for them 🤷🏼‍♀️ but anyway, ENJOY

Word count: 3k so not as long as Punishment (WHICH IS STILL GETTING NOTES OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH)

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You were ready. This was the next step in your relationship and an important step in your life. Staring at your reflection, you can’t help but blush. Why? Because you almost don’t recognize yourself in the mirror.

A white lace, two-piece set hugs your curves and accentuates your soft facial features, which is made up of a simple eyeliner and mascara pairing meant to highlight your favorite facial features. Your hair hangs loosely over your shoulders, brushing the sensitive skin there causing goosebumps to rise across your skin and a shiver to run down your spine. Or maybe that’s because of what’s about to happen. With your boyfriend.

Seonghwa and you have been in a steady relationship for a couple years that resulted in you moving with him to Korea a few months back. You aren’t exactly sure when you realized how important Seonghwa had become to you, and you DEFINITELY don’t remember exactly when you decided he’d be your first but you did know that it was the right choice.

Your phone chimes, notifying you of Seonghwa most likely leaving dance practice to head home as he always does. He has no idea what he’s coming home to, nor does he expect it. You and Seonghwa have been moving relatively slow in your relationship, the farthest being make-out sessions that he always ended with sweet pecks and the words “soon, love” always leaving his lips with a smile that made your heart flutter. But now you are ready.

The door opens and shuts, causing your heart to race and legs to tremble. You take a deep breath to steady yourself and calm your nerves.

“Y/n?” Seonghwa calls out, setting his bag down in the living room. “Angel, I’m home. I swear Yunho was trying to kill us today with this new choreography-” 

Seonghwa stops mid-sentence, mouth dropping at the beautiful sight before him. His hair is sticking slightly to his forehead, his hand coming up to push it back. And there you stand, hands held to your chest shyly as he looks you up and down. Clearing his throat, he looks away while blushing slightly.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve knocked. Were you changing?” he mumbles, avoiding your gaze as you giggle nervously.

“No. I wasn’t,” you reply, slowly walking forward and placing a cautious hand on his chest to feel his racing heartbeat. “I meant for you to see this. What do you think?”

Seonghwa’s tongue flicks across his lip, before biting it subconsciously and looking at you properly. His pupils blow wide slightly, looking at your seemingly innocent face while choosing his next words carefully. He takes in every part of you, lightly running a single finger from your hip up to your neck where a silky white choker rests. He pulls it slightly, feeling the soft and smooth material against his fingertips while you tilt your head slightly, closing your eyes and letting out a shaky breath.

“You look absolutely ravishing.” is all he says before pulling you into a heated kiss. His lips dance across yours, hands pulling you forward by your hips until you are flush against him. You moan slightly, his tongue swiping across your lips lightly before entering your mouth, feeling his way around. Pulling away slightly, both of you a panting mess as you look in each other’s eyes, foreheads touching and noses rubbing against each other. “Y/n. I want to make sure you are absolutely sure about this. And if you change your mind at any point, just tell me and I’ll stop or we’ll try again later or-”

You cut him off by pressing a kiss to his lips, catching him by surprise and making him sigh softly.

“I’m sure,” you mumble, blushing slightly as he rubs soothing circles on your hips, fingers slipping past the waistband of your underwear. “I’ve never been more sure of anything, Hwa. I love you, and I want you to be my first.” Seonghwa smiles, pressing a kiss to your lips before grabbing your wrist and guiding you to the bed, sitting down on the edge and patting his leg.

“Okay angel, but we’re taking this slow and I’m in control,” Seonghwa states as you straddle his lap, his bulge resting on the inside of your thigh causing you to shiver. You look down, but he grabs your chin, smirking while looking in your eyes. “Understood?”

“I understand,” you mumble, biting your lip as he flashes you a brilliant smile that causes your heart to flutter.

“Good angel.” Seonghwa kisses you again, this time more in control of himself as he wraps his arms around you, unclasping your bra and slowly removing it trailing the skin it passes with fluttering touches that cause you to shiver, whimpering against his lips. He pulls away to discard the article of clothing, looking at your now exposed breasts before cupping one in his hand. “Beautiful,” is all he mumbles before bringing a nipple into his mouth and sucking lightly.

A surprised gasp leaves you, followed by a low groan as your hands tangle in his messy grey locks, tugging slightly before moving your hips against his slightly. He groans against you, grasping your hips tightly in warning not to move. Whining, you look down at him as he glares at you, pulling away from your now abused and pointed nipple. 

“Don’t test me. I’m barely keeping it together as it is and I want this to be special,” he groans, leaning over you slightly while raising an eyebrow. Gulping, you look down and nod. “Good girl.”

Seonghwa returns to his work, licking and sucking at your nipple while pinching the other before switching to give it the same treatment. You're a moaning and whimpering mess, threading your fingers through his hair as he groans, pulling away after what feels like forever to look at his handy work. 

“Now, angel, is there anything you want off of me?” he questions, smirking slightly as you pout at the loss of stimulation. Looking him straight in the eyes, you tug on his shirt indicating you wanting it to be gone. Smiling, he slowly lifts it over his head and throws it behind you. He begins peppering kisses across your jaw and down your neck, stopping at where your shoulder meets your neck to lightly bite there, then laving his tongue across that spot. He begins sucking at it and nibbling, causing shudders to run down your spine. 

“S-Seonghwa,” you whimper, tugging his locks slightly. 

“What angel?” he whispers, blowing on the now bruised part of your neck before licking a strip up and across where your pulse is.

“I-I need m-more.” You’re a stuttering mess, trying desperately not to move your hips against his tempting bulge. Feeling him chuckle against you, he loosens his grips on your hips to move them in a slow rhythm against his own. “F-fuck.”

He groans into your neck, his hips bucking against yours as you begin moving faster against him. His assault on your neck becomes a bit more aggressive, groaning and cursing as both of your hips move desperately against each other, a warm feeling overcoming your senses. You whimper at the unfamiliar yet pleasant sensation. 

“Seonghwa. What is this?” you gasp, hips acting on their own as Seonghwa brings your lips to his in a heated kiss. “Feels g-good.”

“Angel, are you about to cum? Just from my hips? I’m not even in you yet,” he teases, hand reaching between you both to rub your clit through your panties, adding to the feeling before you feel your core tightening. “You can if you want. Go ahead and cum on my lap, angel. Don’t hold back.” 

Squeezing your eyes shut, you desperately thrust against his hips before a euphoric and sense depriving feeling washes over you, causing your toes to curl and your head to roll back as you moan out. Seonghwa slows his pace against you, whispering praises against your neck before pressing light kisses to help you ride out your orgasm. 

“We can stop here if you want, angel. Just let me know. You’re doing so well,” he presses a kiss to your forehead and cheeks, nipping your nose before pecking you lightly on the lips. “I don’t want to overwhelm my sweet angel.”

“No. I’m fine. I want to keep going,” you mumble, coming back to your senses slowly. Chuckling lightly, Seonghwa presses one last kiss on your lips before laying you down on the bed, supporting your head with pillows as he slowly kisses his way down your body, kissing each hip before spreading your legs slowly.

He smirks, lightly touching your sensitive core to see how wet it is. “Look at my sweet angel, all wet and ready for me. Part of me just wants to taste you.”

“Please!” you cry out, surprised as he dives in to lick a strip up over your panties, your head was thrown back and hands finding purchase in his hair again.

“What my angel wants, she gets.” At this, Seonghwa grabs your panties with his teeth and pulls them down your legs slowly, pulling them off completely before throwing them somewhere else with the growing pile of clothes. “Thank you for the meal.”

You are honestly struggling with breathing as Seonghwa licks up your core before sucking your clit into his mouth, moaning at the taste of you hitting his tongue. The vibrations go straight through your core and you almost scream, hips jolting as he picks up his pace in eating you out. Wrapping his lips around you and sucking hard before lapping up the arousal that seeps out of you, hands pinning your hips down. What surprises you the most is when his tongue pokes at your entrance, slowly pushing in and pulling out again. You whimper at the intrusion, slowly becoming more accustomed to the feeling as he continues to fuck his tongue in and out of you. He slowly gains speed, moaning against you as he eats you out like you’re the last meal he is going to have. The warm feeling returns, much more intense than before and growing faster. You open your mouth to warn Seonghwa but all that comes out is a scream as you cum hard, white flashing before your eyes as your body goes rigid.

Your ears are ringing and you hear your name being called in the distance, the white slowly dispersing and you see a very concerned Seonghwa above you tapping your cheek lightly.

“Breathe, Y/n. Come back down from it and breathe,” Seonghwa states firmly once seeing you come out of your high. “Angel, are you ok?”

“That was amazing,” you pant, completely shocked at the powerful orgasm you just experienced. Seonghwa’s hand gently strokes your cheek, followed by a peck there. What you don't expect is how now a painfully hard dick rubs against your core, causing a strained moan to escape his lips. Smirking, you reach between his legs and cup your hand over his bulge, giggling as he grunts into your neck. 

“Y/n, stop it,” he groans, hips bucking as you continue to rub him through his pants. “You can’t handle anymore.”

“Says who?” you mumble out, slowly unzipping his jeans and slipping your hand into his underwear and pumping him a couple of times before squeezing his base. Seonghwa hisses in your ear, a mumbled curse passing his lips as he slowly moves his hips to the same rhythm of your hand movements. “I think I’ll be fine, especially if I get to take care of you.”

Before you can continue working on Seonghwa, your hand is ripped out of his pants and he gets off the bed, pulling his jeans and boxers off swiftly and pulling a small package out of one his pockets, ripping it open before rolling a condom on his length, climbing back on top of you as soon as he’s finished. He brings his fingers to your mouth, parting your lips and sliding them in gently.

“Suck them, my love,” he grunts, voice raspy from the noises he was making earlier. “Make sure you get them nice and wet for me, okay?”

You nod, swirling your tongue around his digits before hollowing your cheeks and pulling off his digits, which drip with your saliva. Seonghwa smirks at you, moving down and slowly gathering your leaking juices on his fingertips before slowly sinking one into you.

Gasping, you close your eyes and hiss out, the sudden intrusion strange yet pleasurable. Seonghwa curls his finger in you, before slowly pumping it in and out of you enjoying your writhing body beneath him as he moves up to press kisses across your neck. He keeps a steady pace, being able to tell when you’re ready for another finger until he’s stretched you around three of his long digits.

The warmth returns, but before you get a chance to fully enjoy it Seonghwa pulls his dripping fingers out of your core, holding them in front of his face before sticking them straight in his mouth, cleaning them while moaning at the taste of you.

Diving into your lips, Seonghwa lines himself up with your entrance.

“Are you sure about this?” he questions, checking your eyes and face for any signs of hesitation. A soft smile followed by a gentle nod is all he needs before pushing himself into you, pausing at just the tip.

“A-ah,” you whimper out, wiggling at the stretching sensation that starts where you two are joined before Seonghwa pins your hips down. He’s panting with the amount of restraint he’s putting on himself not to just slam into you and fuck you senseless. A couple of minutes pass before you tap Seonghwa’s shoulder, indicating he can continue. This process of moving, pausing and resuming continues until Seonghwa has bottomed out in you, filling you to the absolute brim.

“So warm, so tight,” he grits out between his teeth, feeling the strain on his muscles. “Fuck baby, I never want to leave this pussy again.”

You’re a whimpering and whining mess, digging your nails into Seonghwa’s shoulders as you try to adjust to his girth and length. Taking a few deep breaths, you gently rut your hips into him feeling a fire ignite in your stomach and spread through your bloodstream. Seonghwa groans, head falling into your shoulder as he whispers praises in your ear.

“S-Seonghwa,” you hiss out, desperate for any kind of stimulation. “Move. Now.”

With that said, Seonghwa slowly pulls out until only his tip remains in you before moving forward again, causing a long groan to break free from your mouth. He continues this slow rhythm, your head lolling back as he begins sucking on the skin of your collarbones. But it’s not enough. 

“M-more. Please give me more!” you cry out, desperate for Seonghwa to snap and fuck you into oblivion. He slowly picks up the pace, hips snapping in a sharp rhythm that feels amazing but just not enough. “Damn it Seonghwa, if you don’t pick up the pace I’m throwing you off of me and riding you until I cum.”

At your challenge, Seonghwa stills his hips as he stares at you with blown out eyes and a sweat-covered brow, a smirk growing on his face as he chooses his next words carefully. 

“Are you challenging me, angel?” he questions, his smirk growing at how whiny you’ve got now that he’s ceased his movements. “Because while I’m enjoying our current arrangement, I’m perfectly okay switching it up a bit.”

“P-please Seonghwa. Don’t tease, and stop playing nice,” you beg, eyes pleading as you try to move your hips against his. “Just fuck me already-OH!”

Seonghwa adjusts his position, making sure his thrusts hit deep inside of you and causing jolts of pleasure to course through you. His pace has completely changed, his hips slapping against yours and echoing in the small room. You’re practically screaming at this point, panting out Seonghwa’s name in a mantra as he continues his relentless pace. 

Seonghwa grunts into your neck, feeling himself twitching inside of you and panicking at the possibility of finishing before you. His concerns are put to rest when you begin clenching around him, moans going higher in pitch and hips stuttering as they attempt to match his pace. Reaching between the both of you, Seonghwa starts circling your clit rapidly, sending your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you finally reach your high, a wet feeling spurting out of you and triggering Seonghwa’s own release.

Thrusting slowly in and out of you, Seonghwa and you ride out your orgasms while trying to catch your breath. After a few minutes of this, you grow uncomfortable and whine at Seonghwa who pulls out of you quickly and collapses next to you. 

“Angel,” he grunts, voice raw from what he just experienced. “Are you okay?”

Giggling, you allow him to pull you into a warm and sticky embrace after disposing of the condom. He can feel your heart-rate slowing as you calm after your orgasm. “I’m fine. More than fine, actually. That was amazing, Hwa. Thank you.”

“No thank YOU, angel” Seonghwa states, pressing a light kiss to your temple and working out the knots in your hair. “You shared a moment so important to you with me and put your faith in me. And there are no words that can express how much I appreciate that.”

“Mmmhmm,” is all you can manage, Seonghwa’s soft fingers running through your hair and his honey voice soothing you to sleep. “I always knew it would be you, Seonghwa. Because I love you.”

Seonghwa smiles, pressing a peck on your lips before settling in for the night, deciding to properly clean up the mess when you both wake-up. Right as you fall into consciousness, you hear his angelic voice say one last sentence that sends your heart fluttering out of your chest. 

“I love you too, Y/n. Forever and for always, I will love you.”

[pussy-potions]

𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓪𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾

nsfw hoshi

warnings: voyerism, oral, mirror sex

word count: 1.5k

original post date: march 16 2018

You were currently panting on the floor of the PLEDIS dance room that Seventeen would use when rehearsing which was 85% of the time. Your boyfriend Hoshi had decided to teach you to dance and had instantly regretted it once you realized that he would go into instructor mode on you.

He took a swing from his water bottle before wiping at the sweat on his forehead. “Come on babe, you just need to do it once more and we can go home. You were the one who asked me if I could teach you how to dance a little.” Raising your head, you sent a glare in his direction before laying back down and moaning out from how sore you would be tomorrow. He chuckled before sliding a water bottle to you.

Your fingers blindly searched for it when it bounced off your side and scoffed, “When I said teach me how to dance, I was hoping you would use an easier choreograph on my non dancer ass. Not a full blown, intricate, and precise dance. Not all of us are as talented as you when it comes to dancing Hosh.”

Soonyoung’s cheeks flushed red at the compliment. “Thanks y/n, but I- ugh, you can be a great dancer too. Just let me guide you.” He walked over to you and helped you stand up. You groaned but got into the first position he taught you five hours ago before you two got distracted and started to goof off with dances. You both started to dance at a slower pace to make sure you could follow along easier. “No you have to move your hip like this.” Soonyoung came up behind you, placing his hands on your hips. Your eyes met his in the mirror in front of you as he guided your hips to the left before pushing them back a little. Your ass brushed against him, making his breath catch in his throat.

“So like that?” You repeated the move but much harder against him. Enjoying the little moan that slipped past his lips. His grip on you tightened and his pulled you closer to his semi erect bulge.

Turning around in his arms, Soonyoung grabbed the back of your head and feverishly pressed his lips against yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck you let out a moan when his tongue slipped between your lips, tasting your tongue. Your lips traveled to his throat, leaving small pink marks as you moved to his soft spot right above the juncture where his shoulder meets his neck.

The grip in your hair tightened, pulling your head away from his neck. “This time it’s gonna be about you y/n. So relax a little.” His eyes were filled with love and lust as he stared into your own. He guided you backwards until your back hit the mirror on the practice room wall. You pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it away from your heated body. With trembling fingers you managed to unclasp your bra and letting it meet with your discarded shirt.

Soonyoung placed his hands on your shoulder, pushing you down to the floor. He was straddling your leg that was stretched out under him before moving down to your feet. Removing your shoes and socks, his fingers hooked onto the waistband of your leggings before slowly pulling them down your legs. His lips left soft kisses on the skin being revealed to him, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

He grabbed your knees and you let him part your thighs. Soonyoung let out a groan, “Fuck you’re so wet y/n. I can’t wait to get a taste.” Your hips bucked when his tongue licked your sensitive folds. Soonyoung used two of his fingers to pull your folds back, exposing your clit and soaking entrance to his hungry eyes. Looking into your eyes, he flicked at the bundle of nerves before dropping his gaze down to your pussy. His index finger prodded your opening before curling up inside of you.

Your hips started to buck against his tongue once he inserted two more fingers into your heat. You were gripping the back of your thighs so hard you could feel your nails leaving little marks on the skin. Soonyoung sped up the movement of his fingers which had you unraveling quickly before him. You cried out as you came on his fingers. Your hips bucking from how sensitive you got while he milked you of your orgasm, licking you clean.

Removing his fingers from you, he raised them to his lips. His tongue licked up his fingers, “You taste so sweet y/n.” You whimpered as you sat up on your knees to pull at his shirt. Raising the sweaty fabric above his head, you ran your fingers over the muscles on his chest. His hand gripped your wrists, turning your around to face the mirrored wall again. “I want you to ride me, facing the mirror.” He removed the rest of his clothes and his shoes before he sat on the ground. Patting his thigh with one hand, he gripped his leaking member with the other slowly pumping his length. You straddled his thighs while grinding yourself back on his cock. He slipped between your lips, spreading your wetness. Your head lolled back as you sunk down on his member. Raising your hips you slid down, moaning at the feeling of finally having Hoshi stretching you out after he was gone for the tour for almost a year.

Hoshi’s fingers tightly held your hips leaving little crescents on the skin from his dull nails. Rocking your hips back and forth, you turned your head to the side, reaching for Hoshi’s neck and pulling his lips to yours. A yelp escaped your mouth as you felt Hoshi lift your hips up before he laid down and spread your legs open with his knees. Your face flamed when you saw your reflection. Hoshi’s hands danced to your thighs, keeping you from shutting your legs.

“Look at how wet you are just for me.”

Hoshi snapped his cock up into you. You bit your lip, looking away from the mirror when you saw his hard cock disappear into your soaking heat. His right hand gripped your jaw forcing you to look back at your reflections. “I told you to watch yourself. You’re gonna do as I say y/n.” Nodding your head you closed your eyes when his grip on your throat tightened a little.

Hoshi’s hips were snapping harder and faster, making you bounce off him a little but his grip on your throat kept you close. Your eyes drifted down to the reflection of Hoshi’s cock impaling your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, you look so sexy spread open like this.” Your left hand slammed down on the floor when you felt yourself tilting over. “You’re such a dirty little slut for letting me fuck you in the practice room. Any of my members could walk in and see just how much of a slut you are for me.” His voice was low and strangled in your ear, looking at his reflection you clenched around him when you saw the look on Hoshi’s face. Dark eyes stared between your pussy and bouncing breasts, his pink lower lip was caught between his teeth as he fucked up into you. “You’d like that wouldn’t you princess?” Shaking your head, you moved your free hand to your clit. Rubbing tight circles you could feel yourself getting closer to your high.

Hoshi cursed as you clenched down on him, bucking your hips against his. You felt electrics shocks run through your body as you came. Hoshi’s thrusts became sloppy as he was close to cumming. You moaned when you felt his grip tighten as he released his hot load into you, slowly thrusting to milk out your orgasms.

You winced as you lifted yourself off of Hoshi, feeling the mixture of both of your fluids leak out of you and onto the floorboards. Once your heart had stopped racing you saw Hoshi fully dressed and holding a small towel on top of your clothes. Cleaning you up quickly, he helped you get dressed. Tying your shoe lace you jumped when you heard the door open. Whipping around you saw Dino walk in.

“I forgot my phone here, so don’t mind me. I’ll be out of your hair in a bit.” He walked past you to the table set up in the farthest corner of the room where he picked up the forgotten phone. You could feel your face burning up at the though of Dino hearing anything that happened in the last fifteen minutes. He waved as he headed out the door and you released a breath you didn’t know you were holding. Looking back at Hoshi, you saw him staring blankly at the door.

“That was just a little bit too close for comfort.”

Standing up you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his sweaty torso. “Maybe we should stick to fucking at my place since I’m not ready to get that personal with Chan.” Grabbing your things you both walked out of the building, heading to your apartment that luckily had thick walls.

[clefairymuke]

regrets | chapter seventeen

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pairing: levi ackerman x reader

themes: enemies to lovers, slowburn, angst, fluff, smut

tw: violence / explicit sexual content

word count: 2465

note: i pride myself in staying accurate to levi’s character because it’s difficult to do when it comes to romance. one thing i will not budge on, however: he is not a virgin. he’s a god in bed. definitely super rough. isayama is wrong. idc that he’s the author. all that aggression in that little body? this man fucks. period. he’s a different person in the bedroom. thanks for coming to my tedtalk.

Your mind was somehow racing despite the total lack of coherent thoughts in your head. It was like running in place. The feeling of Levi's lips on yours, moving in unison with his hands as they traced your body, made you ache in the most satisfying of ways. You savored every hungry and merciless prick of his teeth against the newly swollen and sensitive skin of your lips.

His tiny bites moved to your neck, sending chills down to your toes as you gasped for the air that stung your bruised mouth. His hands slid over the curvature of your waist, moving to grip your hips as he turned the both of you around, shuffling you backward until you had no choice but to take a seat on the cool wood of his desk. He ran his fingers along your thighs and tapped them, a silent request, prompting you to spread them to allow his body to fit more seamlessly against yours. His grip traveled languidly to the backside of your knees, lifting them until you understood and wrapped your legs around his waist, hanging loosely from his hips like a belt. Realization set in when you felt the bulge in his trousers brush against your most sensitive place.

"Levi," you whimpered out between gasps as he worked roughly away at your neck, "What are we doing?"

"Do you want this?" he murmured against your skin, his tone obviously displaying his feelings for the first time -- it was husky and desperate.

"Yes," you breathed without hesitation.

His hand left your legs to land gently on the side of your neck; he didn't apply any pressure, he only brushed his calloused thumb down the length of your throat. "Then please, for once in your life, just shut the fuck up." With that harsh remark, his lips crashed back into yours, his tongue pleading at your lips for entrance as you wove your fingers in the hem of his shirt. You obliged him, fighting a whine as his hands came to cup your breasts, kneading them gently. You suckled his bottom lip, drawing the quietest of groans into your mouth and sending Levi even further into his newfound desperation, his insatiable hunger for you.

Your fingertips found the smooth, cool buttons of his shirt easily, snapping them apart one after the other until his bare torso was exposed for your exploration. You felt his toned chest rise and fall rapidly as he continued his assault on your lips. He pulled his hand away from your throat and his mouth away from yours for a moment to shrug the shirt off of his shoulders, letting loose his muscular arms. He looked at you for a second, lust clouding his eyes, before he tugged at the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head; the air against your hot skin was jarring as you watched him admire you. He looped his arms around your back and unclasped your bra swiftly, tossing it to the side to join your shirts. He studied you intently, eyes traveling from your face, to your breasts, to your navel and back again. "Such a pretty girl," he cooed, making your cheeks burn red as he caressed one of them, his thumb tracing your cheekbone.

This moment didn't last long, as he soon dropped to his knees and dove to your chest, peppering kisses around where you wanted him, teasing you until you almost whimpered with want. This was where the real fun would begin. He cupped one breast in his hand and took the other into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple and sending waves of pleasure through your body. You giggled softly at the memory of him shouting at you only ten minutes prior; you were an idiot to think he didn't want you.

His tongue continued to dart across one of your nipples as he tweaked the other between his fingers, making you squirm. "Do you like this?" he asked you, breaking away for only a second before returning to suck harshly on it. You moaned, nodding your head eagerly. You felt him smirk against you. He then pinched your nipple between his fingers, quickly yet firmly, sending a shockwave down your spine and a whine through your mouth. "How about that? Does that feel good, brat? Do you still want to shout at me now?"

His lips lined a trail down your ribs and your stomach as he detached his mouth and fingers from your now-sensitive nipples, giving you only a second for a sigh of relief as he began to unbutton your pants. He tugged them down your legs before tossing them to join the rest. He sat eye level with your pussy, now only clothed by the thin material of your panties. You knew he could see how soaked you were -- you wondered if you should be embarrassed.

"I asked you a question," he told you, running his fingertip along your inner thighs as he stared hungrily at the space between your legs.

"It felt incredible," you answered honestly, a grin painting your lips as you reached a wonderful thought: "I'm sorry for yelling, Captain."

This awakened something in him. He roughly threw your legs over his shoulders and showed no mercy, licking you through your panties and gripping your thighs tightly enough to bruise. His warm, wet tongue sent electricity through you each time it came in contact with your core, leaving your hands to weave themselves into his hair, pulling harshly as he made you squirm and moan. He tugged your panties to the side with one finger, finally making contact where you needed him most.

His tongue looped quick circles around your clit, pausing to suck harshly on it every once in a while, leaving you no time to catch your breath. You moaned out a string of expletives mixed in with his name, unable to control your voice any longer. You simply hoped no one could hear. Your lewd sounds only seemed to drive him further, his pace quickening and one finger starting to circle around your hole. You quickly discovered this was only to tease as he abruptly pulled away, his mouth and chin shining with wetness as you looked down at him.

"Hush," he scoffed, the iron grip on your thighs not once letting up. "Do you want everyone in the building to know what you're doing right now?"

Any ounce of self-respect you had had long gone out the window, and you knew that. You ignored his question. "Please don't stop, Levi. Please," you whined, your hands trying desperately to pull his head back down to your soaked core. You were too weak to budge him. "I don't care if I'm being loud -- just -- please, Captain. Don't stop." The smugness in the smirk that ran across his lips would normally annoy you, but you were in no place to roll your eyes or utter a sarcastic quip -- you laid on his desk, hips bucking at the idea of having his tongue on you for just one more minute; how pathetic.

"You don't care if anyone hears you?" he asked, eyes lust-filled.

You should have known then that you were in for it, but your brain was too frazzled to make the connection. "No, I don't care, just please keep going," you told him. He obliged. His lips latched back onto your clit, sucking hard and making you yelp. At the same time, he plunged two fingers into you mercilessly, the sound of your wetness sloshing inside of you almost embarrassing; however, it was difficult to hear over the loud moans of his name echoing from your throat like a chant.

You felt your stomach tightening, everything building up to a point that you weren't sure if you could control yourself any longer. You needed release, and Levi was not hesitant to drive you there. He continued his relentless pounding of his fingers into you, his mouth working a special kind of magic you had never had the pleasure of experiencing before that moment. It was becoming too much.

"Levi, I'm gonna cum," you moaned, not-so quietly. As soon as you finished your sentence, his fingers disappeared from within you and his mouth pulled away, leaving you squirming and clenching around nothing. "No no no no," you whimpered, needing to let all the pressure go. "Don't stop. Why'd you stop?"

His arms wrapped around your weak, shaky body and lifted you, your legs and arms wrapping around him as he carried you across the suite. You buried your face in the crook of his neck, feeling his hand extend to open a door -- his bedroom. You weren't in a state to take in the details, and made a mental note to do that later; your thoughts, though, were cut short by Levi dropping you onto his bed and unbuckling his belt. You looked up at him with an expression that could only be described as awe: his hair had been destroyed by your greedy hands, tangled, messy, and falling into his eyes; his silver gaze looked like that of a predator -- taking in every inch of your naked body, excitement dancing through them -- his pants hung loosely around his hips, his abs leading into a v-shape that ended in his masculine hands fiddling with his belt buckle. It fell to the floor with a clang, his fingers swiftly unbuttoning his pants and pulling them off, a new pile of clothes starting in the floor of this room.

Your eyes widened as he stood in front of you, not even pausing as he used your thighs to pull you to the edge of the bed -- you could focus on nothing but the size of him, wondering if it would even fit. It was long and thick, veins protruding as he was as hard as could be. You swore your mouth almost started to water.

"Ready?" he asked you, his gentleness taking you by surprise. You nodded hungrily as he positioned himself between your legs, the head of his cock poking at your core. He lifted your legs with his forearms so that they weren't quite on his shoulders, but still high enough to fuck you as deep as he wanted at the moment. You drew in a breath as he split you, stretching you further than anyone had before; you groaned in ecstasy. As he hilted himself into you and hit the back of your walls, your hands launched to grip his shoulders, nails digging into his back so deeply you were sure they'd draw blood. Then he was still for a moment -- perhaps he was letting you adjust, but you were sure he was only doing it to tease.

"Fuck me, please, Captain," you breathed out, not removing your nails from his back. He rocked his hips gently once or twice, giving you wave after wave of pleasure. You had never felt so completely full -- you were unsure of how he was able to move at all.

Without warning, he unsheathed his dick completely and rammed it back into you, resetting the pace entirely. You became a whiny mess as he pounded into you time after time, the knot in your stomach quickly returning and begging to be untied. He shifted up slightly, landing in the perfect place.

"Fuck, Levi, right there," you cried, dragging your nails down his back. You wondered if it was too early to decide that this was the best sex you'd ever had. "I need to cum."

"Cum for me, pretty girl," he said softly, brushing your hair out of your face. He placed his hand around your throat, squeezing only slightly and earning a loud moan. With his words, you let everything go. You felt tsunami waves  crashing on your shores as he rode out your climax, his dick twitching inside of you and his hand tightening around your neck every time your pussy clenched around him. He never slowed; once you were finished, he continued to pound into your sensitive cunt, making you writhe and whimper. His other hand trailed down from your cheek past your neck, making a little circle around your nipple before going even further. His thumb came to rest on your clit, toying with it as he fucked you like he wanted the entire regiment to hear his name.

He released his grip on your throat and wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you up to look him in his eyes while he fucked you stupid, your own pupils falling to the back of your head as the overstimulation started to make it to your brain. His grunts and groans had begun to grow more frequent, signaling you that he was close. "Who else has fucked you like this?" he asked, sultry anger dripping from his voice.

There it was -- the jealousy. The thing that had started this whole ordeal and a new contender for your favorite thing about him. "No one, Levi," you replied between squeaks of pleasure, the knot retying itself in your stomach one more time. "I'm close again," you moaned, the utter ecstasy from the combination of his cock pounding into you and is thumb assaulting your clit beginning to be too much to handle.

He ignored you. "You thought you were so fucking cute today, kissing him in front of me," his strokes grew sloppier with every word, and you knew he had started to come undone. "I wonder if Eren fucked you like this, seeing as you were willing to give it to him in the disgusting stables. Surely he was at least as good as me."

"No -- nobody's fucked me like you. Just you, Levi. Please just let me cum," you begged him, your heat throbbing around his dick and only worsening your situation.

His strokes grew slower and deeper, his rhythm breaking completely. "Good girl," he cooed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before letting you fall back to the soft bed below you. "Cum for me one more time."

That was all it took for the flood gates to open as you pulsed around him, moaning out his name like a prayer, holding onto his shoulders for dear life. Once you finished, lying there in a panting mess unable to even lift your head, he pumped out a few final strokes, curse words and your name littering from his mouth as he pulled out and released himself onto your stomach. He rolled over to lay next to you, gently pulling your head onto his chest and combing his fingers through your newly tangled hair.

"What am I going to do with you?"

[wicked-mind]

Soulmates

Summary: Soulmates are connected on a deeper level emotionally and physically. They can feel what the other needs and wants. As hints, the universe grants tattoos on your skin to help you find your soulmate. When Bucky’s soulmate tattoo appears out of the blue, he knows that she is about to come into his life, but the way she does is not what he was expecting.

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: Small bit of violence, swearing, little bit of drinking.

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Note: This is a potential series so if you would like more, let me know! 10 points to anybody who knows what Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Children is from as well as Weasel (;

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Chapter One - Tattoos

Sister Margaret’s School for Wayward Children, the place where the bad and ugly went to escape. It had been turned into a bar years ago after the actual school got shut down for child abuse, and this was the main spot mercenaries-for-hire went to get jobs.

At the end of the bar quietly sat Y/N, drinking a bottle of beer. She wore black leggings with a grey guns-n-roses shirt with cut off sleeves, showing off her left tattooed arm. The tattoo had appeared one day out of the blue, stretching from her shoulder down to her fingertips. It covered every inch of skin on her arm and hand, even the palm. It was mostly black and white swirls that looked like smoke with pictures of dog tags, a freight car and some Russian words as well as the numbers seventeen, nine, and one. On her shoulder laid the only color the tattoo had, a maroon star. This was the tattoo that symbolized Y/N’s soulmate, though that didn’t matter to her. She had other things to focus on than finding someone to spend her life with.

Y/N had been hired by an unknown source to steal information from the Avengers, something to do with a James Buchanan Barnes, whoever the hell that is. They were paying her a lot of money to get the information and Y/N couldn’t pass up the amount they offered. Things had been slow for her lately, the world must’ve been running out of scumbags to take care of.

“You want another?”

The bartender known as Weasel broke Y/N’s concentration with the question, making her eyes snap to his face, “Sure. I’m going to need to be a little tipsy to fit in at Stark’s gala. I don’t think walking in there looking like a raging bitch is going to work.” She muttered out to him, sliding her empty beer bottle towards him and caught the filled one that was slid back to her.

“You got invited to the Stark gala?” Weasel asked curiously with wide eyes.

“God no, do I look like a prissy pants woman who’d be invited to something like that?” Y/N replied then took a large gulp of the beer, “I’m sneaking in, got a job to steal some information.”

Weasel shook his head, “Wait. So, you’re going to just walk into the billionaire’s gala full of super persons and just expect to steal information from them?”

Y/N shrugged at him, “Well, yeah. What? You think it’ll be hard?” She asks with a tilt of her head.

Weasel blinked at her, trying to decide if she was being serious, “Nah, should be a cake walk.” He said sarcastically, “All you have to do is get past the billionaire robot man,”

“I think he calls himself Iron Man.” Y/N corrected with a scrunch of her nose

“Iron Man, two super soldiers, some bird dude, two assassins, and whoever else decides to show up. Shouldn’t be hard at all.” Weasel said with a roll of his eyes before walking away, “I’m putting your name on the dead pool!” He called behind his shoulder as he walked.

Y/N rolled her eyes at him, “You must be a groupie to know the whole squad!” She yelled towards him before finishing chugging the rest of the beer. She checks her phone, almost time for the gala. She would have to change into something nice and find someone man’s arm to hang onto so she could sneak in.

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The soulmate tattoo had appeared on Bucky’s right forearm a days ago. He thought he didn’t have a soulmate since one had never shown up, but then he woke up to a burning on his right arm as the tattoo slowly appeared. It was the queen of hearts playing card with a knife stuck through it surrounded by Marigolds. He stared at his forearm for a moment, wondering why it had shown up now instead of sooner. Something must’ve changed in his and his soulmate’s path that would bring them together. Buck reluctantly pulled on his long sleeved black jacket, having to look nice for Tony’s party. He hated these events, but had just cleaned things up with Stark and wanted to keep on the right path with making his amends and becoming a better person. He walks out of his room with a slight scowl on his face, walking to the elevator and heading down to the main floor where the party was. He quickly found a spot at the end of the bar where he could hide for the rest of the night to drink whiskey and not be bothered.

Y/N had changed into a long, tight black dress and some black heels. The dress had her arms covered so only her hands showed, the left one heavily tattooed. The back of her hand had the number seventeen tattooed on it while the inside of of her palm was just tattooed with what looked like smoke dancing up to her fingertips. She was hanging onto the arm of some man she had just learned the name of, flirting her way to get inside the gala with him. She quickly lost him in the crowed, losing her smile when she departed from him. Y/N scanned the room before spying what she would figure would be an easy target at the bar to take her upstairs. She pulled out lipstick from the small hand held purse she was holding, putting some on her lips careful not to ingest it. It had a paralyzing agent in it that would help her get to the information she needed. She approached the handsome man and introduced herself under a fake name, “I’m Michelle.” She said with a smile to him. Y/N learned his name was Sam and after a little bit of flirting, she was walking to the elevator with him giggling and holding his hand.

Bucky had watched the mystery girl named Michelle approach. He narrowed his eyes at her, something about her was different. Something drew him to her and he couldn’t figure out what. He couldn’t help but feel a slight disappointment and jealousy watching Sam take the woman to the elevator. His stomach turned slightly thinking of Sam touching such a woman and he couldn’t figure out why. He usually didn’t care about who his friends bedded but something was pulling him towards her.

Y/N waiting until the elevator doors shut, turning to Sam and pushing him up against the wall. She slowly pulled on his tie to make him lean towards her and kissed him, smiling slightly as she felt his body slump against her in a paralyzed state before falling to the ground, “Sorry, sweetness. You seemed like a good time.” She told the now paralyzed man on the floor. She quickly slid the dress off, revealing black shorts and a matching black tank top. She had a gun strapped to one thigh and throwing knives on the other. Her heels followed, being kicked to the corner of the elevator. Barefoot was going to have to work, she despised heels. Y/N pulled a queen of hearts playing card out of her bra and placed it on Sam’s shoulder with a smile towards his brown eyes that stared at her widely. When the elevator doors open, Y/N waltzed out of the elevator and towards the nearest lab she could find.

Bucky had enough whiskey that was never enough to get him drunk and watching the guests mingle. Plus he was still irritated that he couldn’t figure out why it bothered him so much that Sam had taken some woman he had never seen before up to his bedroom. He walked to the elevator doors, clicking the button. He froze when he saw Sam on the floor just staring at him with wide eyes and tying to form words from his paralyzed lips. Bucky went in and leaned down, the doors closing behind him, “What happened to you, bird brain?” He muttered out before noticing the red lipstick and the queen of hearts playing card, quickly thinking back to the woman. He picks up the card, freezing as it looked just like the one of his soulmate tattoo before seeing the dress the mystery woman had been wearing on the floor. Returning to his senses when Sam was able to mumble ‘floor three, buck,’ he quickly hit the floor three button, dropping the card to the floor before exiting.

Y/N stood in front of the computer, typing codes to shut down Jarvis’s security system and rerouting the AI whenever it tried to reprogram. She quickly searched through all personnel files, finding the one labeled ‘James Buchanan Barnes- Winter Soldier.’ Y/N pulled a flash drive out of her pocket and plugged it in, downloading the information. Hearing the door behind her open, she grabs a throwing knife from the strap on her right thigh, throwing it with her tattooed hand towards the tall dark haired man that had entered.

Bucky caught the knife with ease, leaning his head back away as the blade passed before he caught it. He kept his eyes on the woman in front of him, studying her. His eyes snaked up the tattooed covered left arm, his eyes widening at the pictures, numbers, and Russian words that painted across her smooth skin in bold black. They were his words, things that were significant to him. Then he saw the red star on her shoulder, staring intently.

Y/N narrowed her eyes at the man, watching him study every inch of her tattoo. She rolled her eyes slightly, grabbing the flash drive and tucking it back in her pocket. Based on the file she just went through, this was James Barnes. Her eyes quickly moved to red hair walking up from behind the man, a smile flashing across Y/N’s features, “Ah, Natalia. I heard you were part of the super squad now. How’d graduation go?” Y/N asked the redheaded woman, her eyebrow twitching upwards for a moment. Y/N knew the woman who now went by Natasha, they trained at the Red Room Academy together. However, Y/N had left before the graduation ceremony, becoming a free-agent assassin and spy for hire.

Natasha rolled her shoulders, ready for a fight, “I was having a nice time at the party, then I find Sam and your card in the elevator.” She said, stepping closer to Y/N until the space had closed to a few feet, “What are you doing here, Y/N? Who are you working for?”

Y/N shrugs slightly at the question, “Don’t know. But they pay really well.” She smiled again before throwing out a punch towards the redhead which was blocked immediately.

Bucky watched the two women throw punches and kicks at each other. Both of them had the same fighting style which made them a pretty even match when it came to fighting. Neither were making good progress in stopping the other. It wasn’t until the rest of the team came up to stand behind Bucky, watching the two fight. Jarvis had alerted them after the flash drive had been unplugged and Y/N had stopped typing in codes to reprogram the AI. Clint and Steve rush passed the frozen figure of Bucky who was just watching Y/N, his eyes locked on her tattooed sleeve. Clint grabbed onto one of Y/N’s arms before being kicked away. Steve was able to wrap his arms behind Y/N, pinning her arms down while Natasha quickly put magnetized cuffs on Y/N’s wrist, pinning her to the closest metal table. Y/N managed to kick Natasha and Steve away, but hadn’t noticed Clint get up. He stuck her in the neck with one of Natasha’s shocking spheres, causing Y/N’s body to seize before going into unconscious.

Natasha took a deep breath and looked over towards Bucky after Y/N was unconscious, “Thanks for the help, Barnes. You were super helpful.”

Steve looked at the unconscious woman, his eyes sliding along the tattoos. He looked to Bucky then back to Y/N, “Oh my god…” He trailed off, knowing immediately what this meant.

Bucky watched Steve observe Y/N’s tattoos before walking closer his eyes locked on the face of Y/N, studying everything about her. It was like colors were brighter when he looked at her and worry melted away from his core. Everything drew him to her, “She’s my soulmate.”

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“Her name is Y/N Y/L/N.” Natasha began as the whole team stood outside the cell Y/N was in, watching her through the mirrored glass, “She was at The Red Room Academy with me. She was the top of her class, a year older than me. Y/N adopted the name ‘Queen of Hearts,’ a name I helped come up with. I thought it was ironic given that it didn’t seem like she had one. Y/L/N left the academy before she graduated, refusing to kill an innocent man. Last I heard she was doing mercenary work.”

Steve nodded at the information, looking towards Bucky who was just observing Y/N through the mirror, “What was she trying to steal?”

Natasha pulled out the flash drive she had obtained when Y/N was unconscious, “She was stealing information from us. Information of Barnes.” She said, her eyes flickering towards Bucky, “Whoever paid her, wanted to know everything about you, including all the information we know of how you became the Winter Soldier.”

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[e-jaegerenthusiast]

relief~zeke jeager x reader

credit to verbartt

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wrote this at fuckin 5 am. dont mind spelling/grammar errors

not modern au

warnings/tw; smut, unprotected sex, creampie, oral (m! receiving), mouth fucking, kinda rough, smoking, a little angst and fluff

“still get brain when I smoke cigarettes”

summary; zeke has been too stressed, so you help take some weight off his shoulders.

w.c; 2.0k

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zeke never let himself breathe for a second, he was always moving around, stressing over everything warriors related. even if he got some time off, he couldn’t stop the swarm of thoughts that would bug his mind.

you were fifteen when he first pressed his lips to yours, so excited to finally inherit the beast titan, something he had trained for nonstop. the kiss was so sweet, as your hands rested in his soft cheek and grabbed at his blonde hair, running your hand through his undercut, he was seventeen at the time. your little sneaking around turned into a mature relationship, him asking you to move in with him when you turned eighteen.

you were now brushing through your hair, untangling the locks slowly as you glanced at the clock on the wall, it was almost midnight, zeke should be back from his meetings by now. you wanted to surprise him. you knew he was under a lot more stress right now as he usually is, having lost the colossal titan to paradise, and not even being able to return the attack and founding titan. he was so overwhelmed, and you wanted to help him as much as you could.

so you wore his favorite set of lingerie, white matching lace panties and bra, the bra was barely there, the flimsy material showing your nipples fully.

as soon you heard the sound of the locks on the door of your home being turnt, you made your way to the living room.

and there he stood, head pressed back against the wall, pinching between the bridge of his nose with his index and thumb, eyes scrunched shut. he was wearing his everyday “warrior” look, the cream colored coat with his white shirt underneath, red tie matching that god forsaken armband.

you stepped closer to him, your hands traveling to his shoulders, he flinched as his eyes shot open, his face relaxing again as he saw your face, “relax baby, it’s just me.” you smiled at him as you caressed his cheek, his beard tickling your palm. he sighed, leaning into your touch, “i’m sorry, it’s just today was so fucking stressful, reiner and porco got into an argument, and magath wanted to talk to me about how—“

you cut him off, not giving a shit what magath wanted to talk about. smashing your lips on his, he hummed as your tongue pressed against him, wanting to fully kiss him. his eyes slowly fluttered and closed, giving you permission into his mouth. your tongues danced with eachother, cleansing his brain from all thoughts about his work. only you mattered now, only your lips, only your tongue, only your smell. only you and your presence.

his hands started making their way to your waist, stopping when he felt your bare shoulders and the lace wrapped around you. he pulled back, looking down at you, as his eyes glistened with lust. he looked you up and down a last time before stopping on your face.

“you got yourself all pretty for me, baby?” he said with a lopsided smile, you nodded enthusiastically. he ran his hands along your waist, stopping on your hips. he kept his gaze on your eyes as he gave a harsh slap to your ass, making you squeal and jump forward into his chest, he kneaded the flesh with his palm. looking down at you as your noses were almost touching. he gave another squeeze to your ass, “jump.” and you did, you knew he would catch you. he always would.

he lead you both to the couch in the living room, putting you down as he sat down on the couch infront of you. you looked down on him, waiting patiently as he loosened his tie, tugging on it with his veiny hands. he threw his coat on the other couch and started unbuttoning his white shirt, leaving it on.

you stood there, playing with the small white ribbon on your panties, now getting impatient, but you knew zeke would like to take his time with you, especially if he was stressed, he would want your time together to last forever. he grabbed his pack of cigarettes, putting one between his lips as he lit it with a match. he put his left arm behind his head, sinking into the couch, right hand taking the cig from his own lips as he blew out some smoke.

he moved his two fingers holding the cigarette up in a swirling motion in the air, “give me a twirl, would you?” you twirled, circling around yourself as you turned again and stared at him. he was a sight for sore eyes, one leg on the other, cigarette between his lips, white shirt unbuttoned, giving you a sneak peak of his toned abs and the blonde trail that led down to where you wanted most. his bulge prominent in his pants, making his pants unbelievably uncomfortable.

he grunted as he took another hit of his cigarette and blew the smoke out, turning the short bud off in the ashtray next to him on the couch.

he immediately brought another cigarette to his lips, lighting it as he nodded his head towards you, “come here love, on your knees.”

you obeyed, walking towards him and kneeling right infront of him, your face leveled with his crotch, eyes looking up at him with innocence and love swirling in them. he brought his free hand down to your face, putting a strand of your hair behind your ear. he held the side of your face as his thumb drew circles on your hair.

he brought the cigarette in between his fingers down to your mouth, grabbing your jaw and putting it between your lips as you took a puff, he tightened his fingers on your jaw and quickly closed the space between you both by bringing you forward. your noses touching, you blew the smoke into his mouth, he inhaled it eagerly and leaned back into the couch.

he looked down at you with hooded eyes, “go on then.” you leaned forward as you balanced your elbows on his thighs, pressing a soft kiss on his clothed length that was begging to be released at this point. your hands made their way to his belt, opening it slowly.

you slid his pants down to his ankles, looking up at him as you grabbed the waistband of his boxers, his eyes filled with lust as he took another puff of his cigarette, tilting his head back on the couch and giving you a show of his neck flexing as he blows the smoke in the air.

you finally take off his boxers, his cock finally being freed from its restraints and slapping his stomach. the tip was flushed red, pre-cum coating it. he groaned, bucking his hips up, making the thick tip hit your cheek.

you wrap your hand around his length, your hand looking tiny compared to the generous amount of length and girth he had to give. you were practically drooling at the sight, the sound of another match being lit made you look up, he was lighting another cigarette. nodding and motioning for you to continue as he inhaled and exhaled the smoke.

you kiss the tip, before licking it and putting it in your mouth, earning a grunt from zeke. his free hand gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail, taking another puff from his cig, “gonna fuck your mouth ‘kay? stay still for me, love.” he says with a deep voice, making you press your thighs together as you nodded.

his hold on your hair grew tighter as he brought your head down his length slowly, you hummed around him, your eyes rolling back as you squeezed his thighs, giving up control. “good fuckin’ girl.” he started bobbing your head slowly with his hold on your hair, “that’s it,” his voice broke midway as his head fell back on the couch, taking a puff from his cigarette, his hand stroked your hair as his hips bucked up into your mouth.

tears brimmed around your lashes, his cock hitting your throat with each thrust as you moaned around him, you couldn’t take all of him, so you tried to put your hands on where your mouth couldn’t reach, quite a lot of it too. but he stopped you, grabbing your wrist and shaking his head, “only want your pretty mouth, baby.”

you were aching at this point. rubbing your legs together to find some kind of friction, that didn’t go unnoticed by zeke. with a growl, he pulled you off of his cock, grabbing your waist and putting you down on his lap. he quickly threw the rest of the small bud of his cigarette in the ash tray, moving to plant wet kisses on your chest.

you moaned and squirmed as he kept kissing your neck, biting and nibbling occasionally to leave marks. his cock, still wet with your saliva rubbed against your clit through your lace panties. he brought his hand down, pushing your underwear to the side as he raised you by your waist, positioning you above his glistening cock.

he looked up at you with a smirk, your eyes filled with tears of lust and need. he slowly brought you down, your mouth wide open as you took him in. he was barely halfway in as he hissed, “s’ fuckin’ tight.” you gasped and squeezed his biceps as he brought you down completely, burying his eight inches in you.

your tits pressed against his chest as he groaned, giving light kisses to your shoulder, he set a slow pace by guiding your hips on to him. both of you panting messes.

you wrapped your hands around his neck, you were both lost in eachother’s eyes. he clenched his jaw the same time you clenched around him, “fuck, i—argh i missed you baby, been so fuckin busy.” you nodded, moaning as you tugged at his hair and brought his lips to yours. the kiss messy and sloppy as your tongues wrapped around eachother. “i missed you too.”

he tightened his grip on your hips, fucking into you at a fast pace as his balls slapped your ass with each thrust, the sound of it mixing with both of your moans and promises.

“z-zeke! ‘mmm gonna cum..” you whimpered, clenching around him tightly, teeth biting down so hard on his shoulder that it drew blood, “c’mon love, come for me, gonna fill this tight cunt up s-so good. ” he rubbed slow circles on your clit with his thumb as he kept fucking into you. with one last thrust, he released in you with a grunt, thick white ropes filling you up as you came down from your high.

your head lay on his shoulder, beside your ear you could hear the sizzling and feel the hot steam coming off your previous bite mark, his skin healing soon after you had marked him.

you drew small circles around the healing skin, sighing, you could never mark him. you really wanted to, you wanted for everyone to know that he is yours. especially his stupid fan girls all around marley. he buried his head in your neck, inhaling your smell that calmed him whenever. “i’m sorry.” he muttered against your ear.

you grabbed the back of his hair, making him look at you, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips, your other hand playing with his beard. “don’t mention it.”

it wasn’t his fault anyway, it was his titan powers. you didn’t want to think about it, you already spent too long doing so when you’re home alone. always trying to somehow ready yourself for the next couple years when he’s going to— you would fail, always ending up a sobbing mess.

you ran your hands though the back of his hair, smiling, “you need a haircut, zeke.”

he squinted his eyes, “no i don’t.”

you flashed him your tongue, tugging on his hair slightly, “i want your undercut back. the one you had when you first kissed me,” he raised his brows “and i’m gonna give it to you myself.”

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i am not a zeke fucker. no. still hate him. still not over season 3. or 4.

okay maybe i feel a little bad for his backstory

NO. *also cries when grisha yelled at him— or when they -MANGA SPOILERS- when he told zeke he loves him :((*

anyway no. i’m a levi fucker for life. levi hates him i do too.

*also daydreams about going down on zeke when he’s smoking* UGH OKAY BYE

[yesjejunus]

So this morning I finally gave my room a much needed cleaning, and it’s been… emotional, to say the least. Recently I’ve been coming to grips with the fact that transitioning has made me feel weirdly like a teenager again: having to rethink my place in the world, how I relate to people, how they relate to me, etc etc. I’m the same person I was before, but also… not. It’s hard to describe unless you’ve personally lived it.

Going through all of my old makeup and dresses and shoes and stockings and hair things and everything else was more emotional than I thought it would be. I tried so hard to be the Ideal Woman. There are a lot of reasons it took me nearly seventeen years (from the first time I questioned if I was trans) to figure out that I was male, and a huge part of it was admitting that I had failed. I failed womanhood. Despite my greatest efforts, dresses and shawls and makeup would no more make me a woman that the uterus and ovaries inside of me.

This probably sounds strange to people who are younger than me, who have grown up with gender nonconformity being more the norm (and trust me, even as a teenager I bucked gender roles as hard as I could), but some of it is just so steeped in me. Which is why coming out has been wonderful—the ultimate and final act of taking one’s bra off at the end of the day and finally being able to relax. I still like to look presentable and well put together, but it’s not the Sisyphean task of being ULTRA PUT TOGETHER, WOMAN PERFECTED, GOTTA GO AS HARD AS POSSIBLE.

Some of that also ties to the fact that I was a fat woman. Any fat, feminine woman can tell you that it’s a daily struggle to live up to society’s standards, and a not insignificant amount turn to hyper femininity to have their femininity taken seriously, or even just be acknowledged.

Over the past year I have lost more than a hundred pounds, mostly due to stress and a retriggered eating disorder. While I’m ultimately happy with the results of this, it’s come at a great mental price. It was made extra surreal this morning as I piled up all my old dresses to wash and get ready to donate. They’re so large now, that I couldn’t wear them even if I still wanted to. It truly feels like she was another person entirely, like I just stepped into her life like some sort of body snatcher, and carved out my new place in her. Sometimes it makes me desperately sad to look back at my life. So many things that happened to me, and they’re still obviously my own memories and lived experiences, but now more than ever it feels like it all happened to someone else. Sometimes I even feel something akin to guilt, as though I wasn’t good enough to save her from it all, or make it better for her.

Transitioning later in life is weird like that. I don’t hate or resent how I was, in fact there was a lot I enjoyed about myself. Sure it was work to rigorously pretend to be female, but there were also a lot of times that I enjoyed it, thrived in it, and grew positively from it. I would not be the man I am today if it wasn’t for her.

Sorry to get all deep. I’ve just had a lot on my mind recently, and have been a bit bogged down with the Trans Bads. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to finally purge much of my old existence while in this mindset, but at the same time I’m glad it’s done. I hope someone else can get as much out of my old “woman” things as I did, and hopefully so much more.

[hcywards]

hook ups, chapter one

summary: jj and y/n make a bet on how many people they can hook up with over the summer

words: 2.6k+

t/w: awfully written smut, sex references, underage drinking, and i think that’s it

request: 

requested by anon!

“could you do one where jj and th reader have a competition at a kegger to see who can hook up with the most people? and then tensions arise hahahah”

in a future chapter i will include a request from @couldyouspeaklouder

“1 and 8 from the prompt list with JJ? :)”

prompt 1: “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

prompt 8: “Why are you so jealous?”

note: jssjdkd this is my new series!! i’m really excited for this tbh — also all of the pogues are seventeen in this because i refuse to believe they’re any younger than that

chapter two

     Y/N wandered through the crowded bodies slowly, a grin on her face at the elation of it being the last day of school, and therefore the first day of the endless summers Outer Banks delivered. She was still sipping her second beer, and could only just feel the buzz of alcohol that she wanted to start surging through her as she searched for a Touron boy she thought might be worth her time. She knew her best friend was probably doing the same, and she knew he was probably way ahead of her already considering girls tended to throw themselves at him, and the thought was only making her want for another boy to hook up with ten times stronger.

     It’d always been an unspoken challenge between her and her best friend of who could get someone back to the Chateau quicker, much to the annoyance of the others — because that meant both of the bedrooms in John B’s house would be taken, and, if they were unlucky, it could sometimes be the living room, the kitchen, or even the van. Really, neither Y/N nor JJ had any boundaries when it came to their competitiveness, and that was why, the second Y/N laid eyes on the boy who was undoubtedly a Touron looking for a girl for the night, she was downing the rest of her solo cup and heading over, grimacing at the taste of stale beer but grinning at the prospect of what she could already anticipate happening.

     “Hey,” she greeted coolly. “I’ve not seen you around before. Are you new?”

     Of course, she knew the answer to that question. It’d be “yeah, I’m here to visit with my family”, but it was a conversation starter that normally worked in leading her to where she needed to be. And, besides, how was he supposed to know that he was clearly a Touron?

     “Oh, yeah, I’m visiting for the summer with my family,” he nodded, taking a sip of beer and eyeing her like a piece of meat — not that she minded it. She was used to it, by now. “Just got here today, actually.”

     “Well then, you picked a great day to arrive,” she stated. “This is one of the best parties of the year.”

     The boy nodded again, arching an eyebrow at the way she placed a hand on his shoulder. “Huh, I guess I did. Hey, I didn’t catch your name, by the way.”

     “Oh, I’m Y/N,” she grinned. “And you?”

     “I’m Ryan," he replied, eyes still raking up and down her body hungrily. She grinned wider at that, tempted to glance over at JJ to see whether he was still there but knowing from past experience that, when flirting with another guy, looking at the boy all of the girls seemed to want was a stupid idea. So, she forced her eyes to stay locked with his, taking another small step towards him.

     "Hey, seeing as you're new, do you not want someone to show you around?" Y/N asked, her voice low — and, judging by the way he swallowed and his eyes widened slightly as she spoke, that was a smart idea. She was definitely beating JJ tonight. 

     His eyes took a moment to recover to their usual sides, but, when they did, it seemed as if nothing had changed, as his voice came out a casual, flirty, cocky tone. "Show me around, huh?" Y/N bit her lip, nodding, and the boy grinned wider. "Should we get out of here, then?"

     Y/N smirked, taking his hand and sauntering past JJ, who was still flirting with the same Touron from before. He shot her a glare as she passed, to which she responded with sticking her tongue out. She and Ryan made it back to the Chateau quickly, and before she knew it, Y/N was being pressed against the wall as Ryan shoved his tongue down her throat. 

     He wasn't a great kisser — too rough, too eager, too forceful — but, judging by the thing she felt poking against her leg, he was big, so she could give him that. She pushed him off of her, to lead him towards the bed, quickly straddling him as she dominated the kiss. Perhaps then, she figured, he might be a little better.

     Apparently, he didn’t get the message, because he flipped them over, pulling off his shirt. Y/N heard the door swing open and shut as she tried not to laugh at the fact that this felt a lot like a quickie, and she listened out for who it was — at the high pitched giggling of a voice she hadn’t heard before, she figured it was JJ, and the knocking at the door told her it was.

     JJ was the only one of the Pogues who knocked, because he knew how annoying it was when someone walked in on you — and when he knew someone was back at the Chateau, he knocked on basically every door.

     “Occupied!” Y/N called as Ryan pressed his lips to her neck, and she got a muffled reply back before she focused her attention on Ryan and his subpar make out skills.

     He nipped at her skin gently, and when she didn’t moan, she could see him get frustrated but not say anything. Y/N rolled her eyes when she was certain he couldn’t see her, looking back down to see him trying to pull off her shirt. She pulled it off herself, and he went back to kissing her as he fumbled with her bra. She rolled her eyes again, disguising a laugh as a moan, and undid it herself, flinging it across the room.

     He continued kissing down her skin almost lazily, sloppily, but at least he was slowing down, she supposed, as he neared the waistband of her jean shorts and looked back up at her. She nodded, and he grinned, undoing them and pulling them down her legs. She kicked them to a different corner of the room, and he began rubbing at her clothed core.

     A jolt of what felt like electricity flooded through her as his fingers ran against her clit, and she moaned, bucking her hips up. He was clearly better at sex than he was at kissing, she could give him that. Her hands found their way to his broad shoulders and she dug her nails into them, causing him to groan as he pulled down her panties teasingly slowly, pressing a soft kiss to her core.

     She bucked her hips against his mouth, already craving the release she’d been hoping for all night, and he grinned, licking a stripe up her pussy slowly. She moaned then, fingernails digging deeper into his shoulders, and he pushed a finger inside of her. A lewd sound escaped her lips as he immediately started at a fast pace, and she rolled her head back into the pillow as he curled his finger upwards.

     Another finger slid inside her, and she let out another moan, feeling the tension in the pit of her stomach tighten as his pace quickened. He was smirking above her, blue eyes boring into hers as she clenched around him, letting out a string of profanities as she came.

     He opened the nightstand to grab a condom, pulling down his jeans and boxers and sliding it on before pausing again. “You sure?”

     “Yes,” she breathed out, and he pushed inside her slowly. Still coming down from her last orgasm but unused to the size of his cock inside of her, she let out a sound that was a mix of a moan and a cry.

     He started off slowly, his cock moving inside her at a teasing pace, as if he wanted her to beg for him to move — but she didn’t, just waited with a devilish smirk on her face for him to grow tired of going that slow, despite her entire body throbbing for more. Eventually, he picked up the pace, skin slapping against hers as he moved in and out of her.

     With each thrust of his hips she found herself getting closer and closer to the edge, and soon enough she was crying out his name as she clenched around him, and he was coming, too, sliding out of her and gasping for breath as he put the condom in the bin. They got into their underwear before flopping down on the spare bed and falling asleep, much to the happiness of the others in the house — though, in all fairness, they were used to it by now. It wasn’t as if JJ or Y/N were particularly private about their sex lives.

     When she woke up the next day, he was gone, and Y/N smiled, figuring JJ must've kicked him out whenever he kicked out the girl he'd spent the night with.

     She was glad she hadn't been at the party for long, because even after just two beers, her head hurt — though perhaps that was from Ryan headbutting her when he fucked her — and she groaned as she got up, throwing on one of JJ's shirts and wandering out of the room. JJ greeted her with a glass and an Advil, which she took gratefully, mumbling out a halfhearted 'morning'.

     "Rough night, Y/N?" he asked, and she groaned, causing him to laugh. "What happened?"

     "A lot," she whined, and he just laughed again, beginning to make breakfast as she sat down on the counter. "What about yours?"

     "It was great, if that's any consolation," he smirked, and she gave him a glare. "Okay, fine, it wasn't. She, like, bit me while she was giving me head."

     Y/N snorted at that. "Well, I'm glad to know yours went as shitty as mine. I could still pick up more people than you, though.”

     “Bullshit,” he responded, arching a brow. “Girls practically beg for me.”

     “You want to bet on that?” Y/N asked, and JJ grinned, never one to turn down a bet.

     “Twenty bucks that, by the end of summer, I will’ve hooked up with more Tourons than you.”

     “Deal,” she nodded, gratefully taking the eggs and bacon he’d made and wandering back to the couch with him to look for something to watch on Netflix.

     Her legs lay over his as they scrolled through the options, jokingly arguing about which films were good or absolutely awful. Y/N flung a bit of bacon at his plate when he told her Clueless was bad, and he grinned. 

     “Oh, you’re giving me some of your breakfast?” he asked, picking it up and eating it and laughing when she whined. “Thanks, babe.”

     “Shut up, JJ,” she responded, stealing a bit of egg off of his plate. The TV remote lay forgotten on the arm of the couch when he stole some back, and then a food war started, with each trying to see how much they could get off of the other’s plate. 

     From the outside, there was no debate that JJ and Y/N looked like a couple. In fact, they got asked how long they’d been dating almost on the daily. They’d laugh it off, though, because they were best friends, and had been since the day they first met, when they couldn’t have been much older than two and were still running around the back yard in diapers. They’d been through everything together, which meant there was no way they’d considered anything past kissing each other as a dare (which they’d done too many times to count, because practically the whole island wanted to see them together, including their parents and the Kooks.

     Of course, there was no denying that they’d pondered whether they had feelings for the other or not -- in fact, it was something they often teased each other about -- but they’d always decided that no, they didn’t, and they were just best friends and nothing more. Maybe a little closer than most best friends would be, but that was just testament to knowing each other since practically birth and hanging out with each other basically every day since them.

     For at least the past fifteen years, JJ and Y/N had been a pair -- if you were dating one, you might as well be dating both, and if you hated one, you had no choice but to hate both. It was always ‘JJ and Y/N’ or ‘those two’, never just ‘JJ’ or ‘Y/N’. The two seventeen-year-olds were practically inseparable, attached at the hip. They were the human embodiment of the comedic relief duo in old films, and that was why they couldn’t be near each other while trying to get laid at a party -- because if one of the people they were flirting with said something that was funny, they’d look at each other and burst out laughing, meaning people tended to think they were either dating or being rude. That was how JJ had so many shirts with beer stains down them after a girl through her drink on him, and how one of the main words Y/N had been called was whore; the pair only found this funny, though, and would not stop laughing about it for the rest of the night.

     “You two see too happy for this early in the morning,” Kiara grumbled as she walked into the house, Pope on her heels. Y/N frowned, having figured JJ took the hammocks they’d clearly taken, and when she glanced at him to see him smirking knowingly at her, she squealed and jumped off of the couch she’d been sat on.

     He snorted, throwing his head back onto the seat as he laughed. “I cleaned it! Chill out!”

     She looked at him distrustingly, but sat back down anyway.

     “Guys, shut up,” Kiara groaned, “My head hurts.”

     “It’s not our fault we can handle our alcohol better than you,” Y/N teased, and Kiara looked at her with a deadpan glare.

     “You two ran off with Tourons after, like, three drinks,” Pope replied. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you had, like, eight STDs, frankly.”

     “Shut up, Pope,” the pair said in unison. Y/N snuck another bite of JJ’s bacon while he wasn’t looking, smiling at him innocently when he gave her a glare. 

     “What, JJ?” she asked, in a sickly sweet voice, and her best friend grimaced. 

     “If that’s the voice you use to pick up guys, I’m not surprised I get laid more often than you do,” he stated, and it was her turn to glare then. 

     She turned to her friends, elbowing JJ in the ribs. “Hey, guys, if JJ and I hypothetically made a bet on which one of us would hook up with the most Tourons this summer, who do you think would win?”

     “Really, guys?” Kie groaned. “But definitely Y/N.”

     Y/N shot JJ a smirk then, but JJ only arched an eyebrow and pointed to Pope. 

     “That’s disgusting, but JJ,” he responded, and Y/N whined.

     “Pope, I thought we were friends?” she asked.

     “We are, and that’s why I said JJ,” he shot back, causing her to roll her eyes.

     “I guess Sarah and I are the deciding vote, then?” John B asked, wandering out of his room with Sarah behind him. JJ and Y/N nodded, awaiting their answers. “Sorry, Y/N, but I have to say JJ.”

     “Yeah, I agree with John B. It’s JJ,” Sarah chimed in, and Y/N groaned again.

     “Shut up, JJ,” she mumbled, feeling his eyes on her. 

     “Oh, but I didn’t say anything, princess,” he smirked, and she hit his arm lightly.

      “I’m going to prove you guys wrong,” she stated, “And there’s a party at the Boneyard tonight. I’ll bring the alcohol, but I have to go or my mom’s going to kill me.”

     And, with that, she wandered out of the house, leaving JJ staring after her with a confident grin and the rest of the Pogues looking at each other with irritated expressions.

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[gravelyhumerus]

Criminal Minds College AU

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Title: “I may just take your breath away”

Relationship: Jemily 

Summary:

Emily Prentiss, college sophomore, absolutely does not have a crush on the girl across the hall.  

Slow-burn Jemily college AU where they live across the hall and despite all odds, the universe pushes them together. AKA they’re silly gay babies who pine after each other for months. 

Read it on AO3

Tumblr:  One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, Sixteen, (bonus scene), Seventeen, Eighteen, Nineteen, Twenty, Epilogue

“Come in, it’s open!” Emily Prentiss yelled out over her music blasting out of the laptop on her desk. She was listening to her pregame playlist, which was chock full of throwbacks, middle-school jams and of course, The Killers to keep things interesting.

Derek Morgan pushed open her dorm room door and waltzed in. He had a pair of light blue jeans on, held up by a brown belt, with a white t-shirt on top. He jumped on top of Emily’s slightly-too-high bed, and bounced as he grinned at her. Derek was many things, shy was definitely not one of them.

“You look hot,” Emily said, with as much sarcasm as she could manage, looking him up and down. She could tell he dressed up.

“You know it, princess.”

Rifling through his backpack, he grinned as he pulled out two blue college-branded metal water bottles, filled with what was probably not water at all.

“I made us sangria!”

Emily laughed, then spun back around in her desk chair. She still needed to finish her makeup. She had her foundation and eyebrows done, but she needed to focus as she applied her eyeliner.

“Did you just mix some juice into the wine?” She asked, taking the bottle from him, having a sip of the fruity liquid.

“Yup! There’s going to be a keg there, but I wanted to give us options.”

Emily laughed before focusing on her mascara wand gliding across her lower eyelashes, trying to finish up so they could start preing for the party. She wasn’t quite dressed yet either, still wearing her class jeans and not her going out jeans (there was an important distinction between these that mostly involved whether or not she could wear them with a belt.) Morgan was about five minutes earlier than she expected. Moreover, the boy had only sprung the invitation to the party during their lab that afternoon.

As much as she hated to admit it, Derek was basically 90% of Emily’s non-academic social life, the second year boy already very well connected due to his football scholarship, letting him in on all of the good parties. Unfortunately that also meant for Emily that he would spring themed parties like anything but clothes, or no cups allowed on her with absolutely no heads up most weekends.

Emily will not wear a tote bag as a skirt again if she can help it.

Despite the excessive drinking and mixed bag of party attendees, Emily genuinely enjoyed the boy’s company. Anyways, he was the best beer-pong partner that she’s ever had.

“Can I hop on aux?” He asked, leaning over her computer before she could even protest.

“Sure,” she replied, knowing he was already on his own Spotify account and putting on his playlist titled ‘FOR THE BOYS and emily’ that he found hilarious. She knew she could get him to sing along to the Mamma Mia! (2008) soundtrack once he was a few shots in, but for now she resigned herself to wordless EDM.

He sat on her desk, bobbing his head along to the beat.

Emily reached into the bottom drawer of her desk and pulled out a smallish bottle of vodka and two shot glasses, with their college’s crest etched into the glass. For a school that denounced drinking-culture, they had a shocking amount of merch for sale that encouraged it.

She filled each to the line, and slid one towards her friend.

“Bottoms up,” she said, as they cheersed the foul tasting liquid. Morgan grinned and winked at her before shooting it back with the confidence that only a nineteen year old could have.

Vodka still made her queasy, but being underage meant that the college students would take what they could get. Morgan’s senior friends would boot alcohol for them for an extra five bucks, but only every few weeks.

The one thing about the states that Emily still couldn’t wrap her head around was the backwards alcohol policy. Almost everywhere else on earth she would already be legally drinking. Hell, when she was 16 she was passed out in a ditch in rural England, drunk off her ass on legally acquired beer. Even now, if they drove north of the border, Emily could be off to the bars, no questions asked. America was absurd.

“How was the rest of your day?” Emily asked him as she stood up, digging through her dirty laundry to find her other pair of jeans. She tossed aside her fuzzy pjs, a bra and an assortment of band tees but her jeans must’ve been at the bottom. She needed to do laundry but was ripe out of quarters.

“Eh,” he made a face, “I had to finish up that quiz for psych, but honestly I just needed to catch up on some readings. I had like fifty pages of a badly scanned book from like a hundred years ago to annotate.”

“Reading? In this economy?” Emily snarked at him, still rooting through the bin. She knew her blue jeans were here somewhere.

“Well I know you can’t read,” he replied in a haughty tone, “doesn’t mean the rest of us have to remain unenlightened!”

“Ha-ha.”

There they were, right at the bottom of the bin. She changed right then, with Morgan politely averting his eyes, despite the fact that both have seen just about everything in the year or so that they’ve been acquainted.

No, they didn’t hook up or anything, it wasn’t like that.

It was the strange phenomenon that only could happen in college where you get really close really fast. Emily’s RA had explained it to their first-year floor, likening it to soldiers in the war (Emily wasn’t sure if the metaphor was kosher, but it was apt.). Young adults first starting out in the world, free from their family supervision and previous lives, cling on to those around them for stability. The RA explained this as in a cautionary tale, explaining that this can lead to high emotions, to fights, and… a bit more.

This talk led into their floor-cest talk, which was apparently required in every co-ed dorm at their school. Emily was the first to point out the heteronormativity in that policy. Floor-cest, for the uninitiated, was the concept of hooking up with someone on your floor in the dorm. It was formally discouraged by residence life staff. It was easy to have meaningless sex, harder when you have sex with someone you live down the hall from. Things could get messy.

Emily and Derek got this talk on move in day, both sitting cross-legged on the floor of their common room as their RA, a bubbly girl named Carol, explained the fundamentals of dorm life. Emily has been dropped off by her mother’s driver, who helped her unload her things.

Emily was still reeling from being surrounded by happy families, of crying parents and bitter that her mother was too busy to even send her own daughter off to school. Not that Emily wanted her there or anything, but the gesture would have been nice.

She remembered the startling moment when Derek walked straight into her room and offered his hand, introducing himself to his new neighbour.

They shared a wall, the co-ed bathroom down the hall, and most of their free time for their first year at college.

He had assumed that the driver, Paul who was one of Emily’s favourites out of her mother’s staff, was Emily’s father, which started things off on an awkward note. Soon she was swept up in a whirlwind of his family: his mom and sisters who insisted that Emily pose for photos of Derek and ‘his new dorm friend.’

A year later, Emily and Morgan were basically siblings. Emily didn’t actually have any siblings, but after going to Chicago for thanksgiving with the Morgan family, she was pretty sure she had officially been adopted.

Last year, they had a much nicer dorm, one of the newer ones with big windows and nice common spaces. This year they were both living in the oldest residence, a beautiful red brick building, covered with ivy, but the inside was all painted this gross beige, and the paint would chip off whenever Emily tried to hang her posters. There was also no air conditioning, the showers didn’t get too hot and the kitchen smelt like eggs. It was definitely a downgrade, but at least Morgan was on the same floor as her again.

Morgan had lucked out and gotten a corner room with tons of windows, and Emily was right next to the bathroom and could hear when anyone flushed.

After donning the jeans and a black tank top, Emily grabbed her leather jacket and they were ready to go.

“Another shot?” Derek asked, grinning at her mischievously.

“Of course,” Emily said. “Where are we even going anyways?”

“Well, you remember David, the TA from our psych lab? His housemates are throwing a party in their backyard. I heard there was going to be a DJ!”

“David Rossi?” Emily said incredulously, “How did you swing an invite to that?”

“I can’t reveal all of my secrets, you know that pretty lady.”

Emily scoffed. It was probably through their mutual friend Aaron Hotchner, who despite not being much of a partier, was very in the loop about the happenings on campus.

“Did you invite you know who?” Derek asked, a bit too casually as Emily locked her door.

Emily refused to bite.

“She definitely has better things to do than hang out with the likes of us.”

---

“I’m a criminology major,” Emily repeated, the exasperation in her voice palatable.

The boy, who was on the rugby team as she already learned, had asked her what her major was. He misheard her and began asking her how she likes studying biology.

The music was loud and the boy was clearly wasted off his ass. She was pretty sure she saw him do a keg stand in the kitchen earlier.

Emily took another sip of her drink, keeping it close to her chest. She looked around. They were only five minutes off campus at a decent-sized student house. The room was close to being at capacity, the old home creaking under the weight of dozens of students crammed into the living room. Music blared on a strangely impressive speaker system. The party was at its peak in the backyard, and was probably only an hour from being shut down by the cops if it got much louder.

Emily had carefully positioned herself next to the open window, enjoying the slight breeze as the body heat was making the old house steamy with humidity. This also happened to be the location of the bong, but she accepted the trade-off.

Derek was currently playing king’s cup, a game Emily refuses to play, since last time she got roped into it she lost miserably. She was forced to drink the king’s cup: a mixture of shitty beer, whiskey, cider wine and whole cream from the fridge, as she had been a bit too slow with bouncing the ball into the red solo cup. Derek held her hair back as she puked off the porch that night.

Never again.

Emily squinted as a few people she recognized walked into the room. It was only a month into classes, so she really hadn’t had the opportunity to get to know the new random assortment of people in her building, lectures and in her general orbit but she was pretty sure she was starting to recognize some faces.

Entering the party was the blonde from the end of the hallway who always complimented Emily on her outfits when she passed and had the most colourfully decorated dorm in the entire building. ‘Penelope G.’ read her name tag pinned to her door in their RA’s loopy handwriting.

Next to her was a younger boy that she had seen in the cafeteria with Penelope before, and while Emily wasn’t that good at identifying ages, he definitely looked a bit too young to be at college. He was tall, skinny and had a mop of unruly brown hair. He was also wearing a sweater to a house party, which was a major beginners mistake. He looked around nervously.

A few seconds later, the door closed, only dumping an assortment of other boys into the already packed house.

Emily let out a breath she didn’t know she held, as she found herself hoping that Garcia’s other friend might have been joining her that night.

Derek had teased her already about the girl across the hall. Jennifer Jareau. “My friends call me JJ,” she had said. Second year varsity soccer player and communications major. The girl Derek was convinced that Emily had a crush on.

JJ was the kind of girl who propped her door open during orientation week and always waved at Emily when she walked down the hall.

She did not have a crush. She barely knew anything about her besides that she was blonde, athletic and was always smiling. Both had been so busy since school had started, and seemed to have completely opposite schedules that they hadn’t really gotten to really connect.

Whenever Emily was coming back to their floor, JJ always seemed to be leaving. And vice versa. Somehow they were on exact opposite schedules. Probably since JJ was a varsity soccer player with early morning practise, and Emily was a bit of a night owl (that was a polite way of saying insomniac procrastinator perfectionist.)

She seemed to hang out with Garcia around residence, Emily having spotted the two getting coffee or studying in the library together occasionally, hence Emily’s hopes that Garcia may have JJ in tow that evening.

JJ was also definitely, one hundred percent, completely straight. Fairy lights and Polaroid pictures on her walls straight. She even had a high school sweetheart that might survive the turkey dumping season. Emily didn’t know his name but JJ said the key word early on in the year: boyfriend.

Emily turned back to the boy in front of her, who was describing, in detail, how the stock market worked, without realizing that Emily was not paying attention at all.

He was quite conventionally attractive, with mussed curly hair and broad shoulders. He obviously was interested in her—or rather interested in talking at her and potentially sleeping with her—that despite herself, Emily decided to slot him into her roster for that evening.

Emily considered herself a reluctant bisexual. Women could make her heart skip a beat just by looking in her direction, and men could get it when the situation was right and she didn’t have any other options. The second half of this pleased her mother to no end, as when young fourteen year old Emily Prentiss had decided to come out to her mother—at one of their rare dinners together—she watched her mother grit her teeth and tell her to keep that to herself. Her mother had eventually accepted this part of her daughter’s life, but only under the assumption that Emily would eventually end up with a man, and keep the rest to herself.

Emily looked around the room and wondered if she was going to have any other options that evening besides the very talkative boy.

Excusing herself from the company of…Matthew, she thinks was his name, she tries to find Derek, who had disappeared into the kitchen. Emily weaved through the crowd, steering past a couple making out in the corner.

She turned the corner and found Derek filling his cup with more beer from the keg. He grinned up at her and did the same for her.

“I hate beer,” Emily said to him, grimacing at the scratchy taste of the fermented barley in her red solo cup.

“Suck it up buttercup, you’re in college. You also complained about the juice from earlier.”

“Yeah well, watering down eleven percent wine is as bad as this five percent crap.”

“It did taste a lot better,” he agreed. “Who was that guy?”

Emily rolled her eyes.

“Matthew attempted to explain macroeconomics to me.”

“Oh god, is that what men are like out there?” He asked. “Guess you’re stuck with me tonight.”

“Lucky me.”

“Pong?” He asked, gesturing towards the row of tables set up in the backyard, through the open door and passed the crowd milling about near the speakers. The game seemed to be wrapping up, as the two teams shook hands and reset the cups to their original positions.

“Always.”

They found their spot at one of the tables across from their new opponents: Penelope and her very young looking friend.

“Penelope Garcia?” Derek grinned, recognizing the girl from their floor and walking up to her for a hug. Their rooms were facing each other, and they had apparently gotten the chance to get to know each other.

She grinned and hugged him, clearly a lot more sober than him having only arrived minutes earlier. There seemed to be a lot of hugging at house parties, Emily discovered when she moved to America, acquaintances became close friends once alcohol was involved.

She had bright pink glasses and a matching dress, with bright artfully done make-up highlighting her large smile. Emily knew that she was a CompSci major and had loaded her dorm room desk with monitors and the largest computer set-up that Emily had seen in her life.

“Derek, my love,” Penelope replied, gushing over Emily’s friend in an unexpected, but not unsurprising way. “Fancy meeting you here! And Emily! Have you two met my fine young friend here, Spencer?”

She gestured to the boy, who waved awkwardly.

“Hi, I’m Spencer Reid,” he said.

“He’s like a boy-genius or something. He already has a degree in mathematics and he’s currently working on his second degree in engineering. Isn’t that très cool? We met at the club fair last week.”

“I’m double majoring in philosophy,” he added.

“How old are you kid?” Morgan asked him, quick to the punch.

“Uh- sixteen?” Spencer seemed to ask, shrinking into himself a bit. “I skipped a couple of grades.”

He had a pair of glasses perched on his nose, a brown sweater with a white shirt collar poking through and had tucked his brown hair behind his ears. He was still taller than Penelope, but the smattering of acne and wide eyes made it clear that he was very much a kid.

“More than a couple!” Morgan exclaimed.

He shrugged.

“Are you in intro to logic with Williams?” Emily asked, realizing that she had recognized him from somewhere.

“Yes, I am. Though I find his repeated chess metaphors a touch reductive.”

“You’re right about that. Like, we get it Willy, you play chess. Big whoop,” Emily said, then introduced herself.

He smiled at her, slightly less awkwardly this time but with a touch more confusion.

“And this is Derek Morgan,” Penelope piped in, “the most gorgeous football player I know.”

“Do you know any other football players?” Spencer asked.

“Now you hush!” She admonished him. “We have a game to play.”

“Do you two have something to drink?” Derek asked them, moving back towards their side of the long fold-up table, which was crudely painted in their schools colours.

Emily took a sip of her beer, wondering if the boy should be drinking.

Penelope babbled about how it was Spencer’s first college party, and how she was so excited that it was this one because look at the pretty string lights decorating the backyard and the fact that there was a keg, like in the movies.

Smiling at her new neighbour, Emily thought that this might also be Penelope's first college party.

Derek returned with a cup of water for Spencer, and some beer for Penelope. Spencer seemed relieved at the gesture, smiling as he took a sip. Emily marvelled at her friend's kindness, despite what anyone said about drinking culture on campuses either way, it was tough to attend a party and not drink, putting his drink in a matching red cup gave him the appearance of participation.

“Do we all know the rules?” Derek asked.

“The question you should ask,” Emily said, “Is if they’re willing to play by your rules.”

Emily had discovered that this game, depending on the people you were playing with, had radically different rules. While the premise of the game remained the same: there were six cups on each side of the table, into which you threw ping pong balls and whenever you got a ball in a cup, that cup was then taken out of the picture until there were no cups left. Depending on who you were playing with, the cups were filled with water or beer (Emily hated when they had beer in them, it make things sticky and it was very unsanitary), there were specific rules to what defined an airball, when one could get balls back, when you could call island and what was a permissible trick shot.

“Ha ha Prentiss,” Derek said to her, rolling the ping pong ball in his hands. “I wanted to know if they had played before.”

“Oh I’ve played before,” Penelope said, “and I am unbeatable.”

She waggled her fingers in a gesture that implied magic was involved.

“It’s simple physics,” Spencer added, “I’ve memorized the rules and common approaches. We’ll be more than fine. ”

“Ok pretty boy, let’s see what you’ve got. Eye to eye?”

Looking into each other’s eyes, rather than at their targets, the two boys aimed at the cups, with only Reid’s making it in.

“What the fuck Morgan,” Emily exclaimed as Penelope and Spencer whooped, “what even was that throw?”

With the other team having won the privilege of starting first, Emily was forced to toss her ball towards Penelope, who took it with a grin.

She threw first, missing the table entirely.

“Air ball!” Derek announced, leaping forward and waving his hands in front of the cups on their side, the rules granting him the ability to defend their territory.

Spencer frowned, apparently perturbed by this turn of events. He stuck out his tongue, aimed, and launched the ball, hitting Morgan right in the chest. The ball bounced off of it and fell straight down into the cup.

Derek’s draw dropped. Spencer and Penelope whooped in excitement.

“Derek, how did you lose us that cup?” Emily whined, pulling one of their cups to the side. One point to Spencer.

Derek, who had something to prove, lined up his shot. He gazed at his targets with the focus of a sniper, dunked the ball into one of their cups, dousing it with water, and rolled it in his hands, giving it a bit more weight. He aimed and fired off a quick shot into the centre-left cup. It spun around in the cup, floating above the water, but fell in. If the other team were crafty, they would have blown into the cup and Derek would have lost the point, but Emily sighed in relief when she realized that despite their first point, they didn’t know the rules well enough to beat the current reigning beer champs.

It was Emily’s turn. She took a gulp of her beer—she would always swear she was better when she was drunk because she didn’t think too hard about it—and threw. It neatly fell into the back right cup, scoring them two points for that round.

“Balls back!” Derek roared in delight.

Penelope tossed them, and the game continued.

They sunk one more shot on their turn. 3-1.

Penelope got another cup, Spencer missed. 3-2.

Derek’s ball bounced out, Emily sank hers. 4-2.

Only minutes later, after playing at breakneck speed, there were three cups left on the table and Derek and Emily were quite drunk, with Penelope not far behind. Reid, still very sober, was matching the duo with intense concentration.

It was his throw, with two cups left until his victory. He shots carefully, sinking it without a splash.

Derek and Emily had one cup to go. He went first, sending one barreling towards the cup. It hit the rim and instead of going in, it bounced towards Emily, who leaped forward and grabbed it before it fell off the table.

“Trick shot!” She yelled. Derek could try again, but only if he does it in an inventive way. At the frat house they spent a lot of time in first year, the only acceptable trick shot (under this house’s rules) was bouncing the ball off a poster of Obama. This time, Derek takes an empty cup, puts the ball in, and uses the cup to aim.

Somehow, it went in.

They leap into the air, yelling with delight. But they hadn’t won yet. The other team still had a redemption shot.

“How ya feeling kid?” Derek taunted, “Wanna give up now, save yourself the embarrassment?”

“Not a chance.”

He squinted at the table, lining up his shot with precision. With his left hand he licked his finger, sticking it up in the air like golfers do to measure the wind. Emily wasn't sure if this was a joke, something to psych Derek out, or something the boy was genuinely able to do. He frowned, seeming to ponder the information.

He aimed. He tossed it. He sunk the redemption shot.

They were in overtime.

“You can do it princess,” Derek told her, watching her with utmost intensity. Emily adjusted her stance, chugging back the last of that glass of beer, feeling the alcohol with greater focus than before.

She glanced around at the other team, but out of the corner of her eye she caught a familiar face looking at her: Jennifer Jareau from residence. Her not crush.

She was looking at her. Watching her play.

A swell of nervousness flooded up through her lungs, and she forced it out by huffing a breath.

She needed another drink. Moreover, she needed to focus.

Emily threw it. If it made it in, then they won. If she missed, Spencer and Garcia had another shot at redemption. They couldn’t lose this, not now, not in front of… uh, everyone. She was definitely not thinking about JJ in this situation. That would be something a frat boy thought about. She didn’t want to win beer pong to impress some girl, she wanted to win because she had pride.

The ball sailed through the air, Emily held her breath. It caught the lip of the cup, teetered. A splash announced that they had won.

Thank god.

With a whoop, realizing what they had done, Emily and Derek roared with joy, jumping into each other and hugging in their celebration. A few onlookers clapped, noticing how close the game had been.

They pulled apart and reached out their hands to their opponents.

“Great game,” Emily said, shaking Spencer's hand, “Really.”

He grinned despite his loss.

“Honestly I understand the principles, it’s simple parabolas and high-school level physics,” he frowned, “Unfortunately, I need to work on translating those parabolas into the real world.”

“We’ll work on it Spence,” Garcia grinned, shaking Emily’s hand while smiling at her younger friend.

Emily realized that in their celebration, Derek had spilled quite a bit of beer onto Emily’s sleeve and down the side of her shirt and it was currently dripping onto her boots. Emily sighed, handing her friend her cup.

“I’ve got beer all over me,” Emily sighed, “Get me a refill? I’m going to try to find a bathroom.”

Derek nodded and turned back to their new friends, chatting about how impressed he was with their game.

Emily felt a bit sticky, feeling the beer coat her bare arm. Walking back into the house, she glanced at the kitchen sink trying to see if there was any paper towel or something there, but no luck. The sink was full of dishes, the counters covered in assorted empties and cups, without a dishcloth in sight. Not wanting to rifle through their drawers, she made her way towards the staircase.

There was a couple making out on the staircase, which was not something Emily would do herself. It seemed a bit precarious since alcohol was involved, but, to each their own, she thought. Emily opened a couple of the doors upstairs before discovering one of the most disgusting washrooms she’d ever seen.

There was only one thing in the shower: dawn dish soap. The boys who lived here must use that for their bodies. Emily shuddered. On the sink were some toothbrushes, razors and some floss, but for some reason, no soap. Emily found a roll of toilet paper on the floor (ew), and wadded it up to try to reduce the wet spot on her side and hopefully from smelling like a brewery when she returned to residence.

For a moment, Emily found herself gazing at herself in the mirror, feeling hazy and a bit unsteady. She checked her make-up, noting that her dark red lipstick was holding up, but her mascara had smudged under her eyes giving her more of a goth vibe than the alt look she typically went for.

Emily sat down on the tub, patting the toilet paper against her wet clothing, feeling very drunk now that she was seated. Dammit Morgan, couldn’t he have spilled his beer on himself instead of her nice shirt?

The thud of the music was muffled, but there was a ringing in her ears that made everything feel very quiet. That was until there was a thundering of footsteps and the sound of a girl announcing: “I’m going to vom, right now.”

Emily sat, jaw dropped, as a red headed girl threw open the bathroom door, kneeled down on the floor next to the toilet, and relieved herself from the contents of her stomach without so much as a knock. The girl coughed into the bowl, yacking up what was probably way too much beer for the poor tiny girl.

“Oh my gosh,” said another voice, at the door, “I’m so sorry. We didn’t realize there was someone here! ”

Emily looked up, realizing the voice came from no other than Jennifer Jareau.

“JJ!” Emily said, not really knowing what else to do with the girl heaving at her feet.

“You ok?” JJ kneeled down next to her friend, carefully pulling her friend’s long hair back, tugging a hair tie off her own wrist and collecting it so that it didn’t get anything on it.

Emily felt stupid sitting on the tub, not helping anything. She tossed the rest of the toilet paper in the garbage, placing the half-empty roll on the edge of the tub.

“Can I get her some water?” Emily asked, “To rinse her mouth?”

JJ looked up at her and nodded. Emily felt herself blushing slightly as she turned away. Who let one girl’s eyes be so big, and so blue. It was rude.

She returned a minute later having had to rinse her own beer cup out in the gross kitchen sink to make sure that she wasn’t accidentally giving this girl some random person's sketchy cup.

Emily remembered that earlier Derek said that it was a varsity party, so it did make sense that JJ was also in attendance. The whole team probably was. The other girl looked like a soccer player, she had that vibe.

Emily handed the cup to JJ, who gave her a grateful smile. Emily felt their fingers touch for a moment, before JJ turned to attend to her friend.

She tried to get her to take a sip, and Emily took the moment to look JJ up and down, taking in her light blue skinny jeans, black tank and high heeled boots. She was basically wearing the uniform of a straight white girl at a houseparty. Not to say Emily wasn’t also basically wearing the same outfit, pairing the jeans with combat boots and attempting to set herself apart with her black nail polish and eyeliner that her mother once called ‘a lot.’

In contrast to Emily’s fairly undefined thin body, she took note of the strong looking shoulders that flexed as JJ kneeled down on the floor. She was definitely an athlete. Emily looked away, checking her phone, feeling suddenly embarrassed for looking at the girl.

‘Where u go bbg????’ Read a new message from Derek.

‘Girl puknigh up hre’ Emily typed, ‘Got her waterr’

Emily blinked at her typos, pressing the red underlined words, hoping her phone would correct them for her. She wasn’t that drunk.

The two girls were talking quietly, and Emily decided to take her leave, but before she could the red-head beat her to the punch deciding that she wanted to puke in peace.

“Leave me aloooooonnne Jennifer,” she wined. “Get out, I don’t want any more fucking water.”

JJ pulled back, making a face and holding her hands up in the ‘I surrender’ motion. Emily hurried out into the hall with JJ on her heels. The girl kicked the door shut angrily, and the sound of her retching ensued.

“There was a funnel,” JJ offered as an explanation. She leaned against the door. “How has your night been?”

Emily blinked. JJ was making conversation. She didn’t want Emily to leave just yet.

“So far so good,” Emily replied. “Doing better than your friend, at least.”

“That’s not hard to do. So I guess you didn’t chug from a funnel yet?” JJ quipped, smiling and revealing a perfect, white smile.

“Oh I have that scheduled for one-thirty, actually,” Emily said, pretending to check her watch and grinning.

“Let me know before you do, I’d like to watch that,” JJ said casually.

A wave of heat rushed to Emily’s face as she realized that drinking from a funnel would entail Emily on her knees, with JJ watching her… a thought that she needed to push out of her brain immediately.

“I’ll have you know,” Emily said in retort, “I can chug amongst the best. I am no stranger to these sorts of parties.”

JJ grinned. “Oh yeah?”

“I’m a reigning beer pong champ, I’ll have you know.”

They laughed.

“I saw your last victory. Very impressive.”

JJ, in a controlled fall, slid down the door and sat down in the hall, resigning herself to waiting for her friend. Emily wondered if she should return to Morgan now, but unable to tear herself away from the opportunity for a conversation with JJ.

“I’m awful at pong,” the blonde admitted. “I miss every time.”

“You probably just need a good teacher.”

JJ raised her eyebrows, “oh yeah?”

“I mean,” Emily said, sitting down onto the top step of the staircase, facing her floormate, “it’s all about hand eye coordination. It’s basically a sport. You need a coach.”

They both laughed.

“Well if that’s the case, why don’t you teach me?”

Emily gulped.

The door opened, and JJ fell back slightly before catching herself.

“I’m going home,” JJ’s friend announced.

JJ looked up at her dishevelled friend and nodded, turning back to look at Emily apologetically.

“Another time?” Emily offered, smiling before walking down the stairs and rejoining the party.

Next chapter ->

[nikki-writes-stuff]

Quiet

Eli got up from his desk the moment he put the handset back onto the cradle. He crossed the bullpen area of Ranger Capital’s Queens Branch to get to the perimeter offices and knocked on his supervisor’s door to get his attention. “Jack, you got a second?”

Jack looked away from his laptop screen at him. “What’s up, Eli?”

“Updates on Mr. Derringer.”

“Sweet!” Jack gave him his full attention. “Talk to me—what have you got?”

“His policies are still within surrender so I don’t want to touch them yet, but the brokerage stuff is good to go. I’m heading out there this afternoon to open the account with him.”

“That’s my boy..!” he cajoled with a grin. “You got the forms you need?”

Eli took a mental inventory of his go-kit. “Everything except Seventeen Thirteen Echo. You know, the disclosure statements.”

“Yeah, not a lot of those around the office these days,” Jack noted. “Talk to Kelly, my assistant. She’ll get one for you. You’ve met her before, right?”

Eli thought of the week he and Kelly first met, recalling images of her small breasts and erect nipples bouncing as he had her pinned against the supply room wall, her fingernails dug deep into is back, her teeth at his collar bone. “I’ve met her,” he said.

“Cool.” Jack got up from his desk and closed his laptop. He started for the door to walk with Eli for a little. “Anne and I are running interviews the rest of the day, and then I’m out to Long Island for the regional conference, so if you need anything shoot me a text.”

“You got it, boss.” Their paths split after a few steps and a fist bump, Jack went to meet Anne in one of the conference rooms down the hall while Eli strode up to Kelly’s desk.

Kelly, in a white paisley blouse and black business skirt with matching tights and ankle boots, tapped away at her keyboard before Eli knocked on her cubicle wall and stole her attention. She turned in her seat to look up at him. “Hello,” she said warmly.

“Hey,” Eli returned, leaning on the entrance a bit. “You think you can get a form for me? Seventeen Thirteen Echo?”

Kelly broke eye contact to consider where she’d be able to find one. “I don’t have any printed,” she told him. “We’ll have to run you a copy.” She looked back at her monitor to pull a digital version of the booklet and sent it to print. “How many copies do you need?”

Eli thought for a bit. “I’ll take three. That way I’ll have spares if I screw it up.”

“I thought you didn’t make mistakes,” she jested.

“Hey, even the Yankees make mistakes,” he returned, grinning. “I’ll be back around five-thirty,” he disclosed. “You gonna be around?”

“I should be,” she said. “Why, do you have plans?”

“I was going to ask if you wanted to hit up Sunswick afterward.”

“That sounds nice, actually. I can use a reset after the week I’ve had.” She handed him her keycard. “Three copies, printed front-and-back. Stapled together.”

“Thank you much..!”

Eli made it to the office printer and queued up to print his forms. When he was done he organized them and put them in his kit and returned Kelly’s keycard to her on his way out the door.

When he returned from his meeting with Mr. Derringer, he deposited his things at his desk for a moment before heading over to Kelly’s desk.

“Knock-knock,” he said. “You ready to go?”

“Actually,” Kelly said as she turned to face him, “there’s something I’d like your help with before we go.” She stood up, leading him toward Jack’s office.

“Sure,” Eli said. ��What do you need?”

“I just have to de-stress a little before we go anywhere,” she said, unlocking the door.

“I thought that’s why we were going out.”

Kelly shot him a look over her shoulder. She reached around the doorway to turn the light switch on with one hand, and with the other she started unbuttoning her blouse. “You’re a smart kid, Eli. Do I really have to spell it out for you?”

Eli got the message. “No,” he noted. “I suppose you don’t.”

Kelly pulled her skirt up past her thighs and sat wide-legged on top of Jack’s desk, the top four buttons of her blouse undone to give him a glimpse of her bright pink lace bra. Eli stepped forward, finding his place between her legs, placing both his hands on her perfectly round derièrre and pulling her closer to him. Her legs curled around him as she slipped her hands under his jacket and they kissed fervently, her tongue between his lips and his between hers.

Eli shrugged off his jacket and moved his hands first around to Kelly’s thighs, and then her hips, and finally to her waist, pulling at her blouse to untuck it from her skirt while she undid the rest of the buttons. He buried his head into the side of her neck, kissing her skin down to her collarbone and then her chest, lost in the scent of her floral perfume as she held his head in place with both hands.

She let a moan slip the instant she felt is hand ride up the inside of her thigh and make it to where she was most sensitive. She twitched as his fingertips teased her, moving one of her hands to keep his in place while his fingers moved, his other hand on her back holding her up against him as her mouth reclaimed his.

“Right here,” she breathed into him. “Give it to me right here on his desk..!”

“I intend to,” he said with a libidinous grin. He took a step away from her to undo his belt and unzip his fly. The he turned her around so she leaned over the desk and pulled her skirt up over her behind, admiring the shape it took under her tights. He ran is hands over the thin fabric once again, taking a moment to appreciate her warmth he felt through it before snaking his fingertips up underneath her skirt to pull her tights and panties down.

They both straightened up immediately when they heard the opening of a door near them.

They sprang to the corner of Jack’s office, tucked away from the tall, narrow pane of glass beside his door. Eli held Kelly tightly against him, wrapping his arms around her chest and waist; anybody curious enough to poke is or her head around the corner could still see them.

Who was still in the office on a Friday after business hours? It couldn’t be the custodial staff, they didn’t come in until the night. Another agent, maybe?

Kelly let a quiet, quivering moan slip free, bringing Eli back to the moment and reminding him where his hands happened to be—his left was on her right breast underneath her open blouse, and his right was tucked between her legs, her thighs squeezing it a little. He felt how wet she was through two layers of fabric.

Much to his delight, he found she was just as switched on by this whole thing as he was. He moved his fingers a little and she twitched again, stifling a gasp. She moved her hands to his, holding them in place as she rolled her hips side to side, rubbing herself against both his hand and his arousal.

He knew she was tempting him with her warmth and muted moaning, and he didn’t resist. He pulled his hand away to lower her tights and panties. Rubbing her again with nothing between them, he felt every single twitch and pulse he sent through her body with just his hands.

Kelly turned her head a little to reestablish eye contact; Eli could see the glow in her cheeks and the rising and falling of her shoulders with each breath she took. “Don’t leave me hanging here,” she whispered.

So he didn’t.

One-handed, he pulled his slacks and underwear halfway down his thighs and slid right into her.

Kelly loosed a moan that filled the room, which Eli stopped with a hand placed quickly around her mouth.

“Shhhh..!” he went, looking her in the eye as he moved.

Kelly nodded, her body rocking in concert with his.

After a while, Eli moved his hand away from her mouth and onto her hip, adding leverage to his steady thrusts and pushing deeper into her with each one. She let a quiet whimper free as her body shook, holding his left hand with hers, squeezing it and pressing it against her breast.

A door within earshot of them creaked and closed again, and Eli stopped moving to listen for the tock-tocking of whoever’s shoes he was hearing on the floor fade into the distance.

Kelly moved her right hand to the back of his neck and pushed herself against him, driving him deeper into her than before and coaxing a quiet moan from him. She rhythmically drove herself backward and forward along his length to reclaim their previously established rhythm.

“Don’t… stop… fucking me..!” she murmured between thrusts.

Slowly at first, Eli started moving his hips again in concert with hers, and when he was sure whoever was in the Branch with them was gone, began pushing harder against her, drawing more stifled gasps from the both of them until she finally bucked back, clenching around him as he released into her. Kelly’s eyes shut tight as her mouth hung open in a silent scream, just as it did the day she and Eli snuck into the supply room.

She leaned against him as they both slid down the wall to take a seat on the floor, catching their breaths as her head fell backward onto his shoulder. “Is it me?” she put forth, maintaining a low volume, “or was that even hotter than before?” She tilted her head a little to look him in the eye, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth.

“It definitely not is just you, trust me,” he replied, returning her grin at a similar level. He took a moment to appreciate their shared ecstasy, her open blouse and pink bra, her glow, her warmth against him. Her fingers remained laced between his on her chest while her other hand caressed the back of his head. His free hand rested on her stomach.

Then her attention was called to their combined mess in her panties and tights. She looked down at them, removing her hand from his on her chest to dab her fingertips in it and examine the slick. “Dammit,” she jested. “I really liked these ones.”

Eli shrugged. “I guess your next pair is on me, then,” he laughed.

“I’ll hold you to that,” she added, looking back at him and smiling. Their eyes held each other for a few more seconds before Kelly straightened her posture to stand back up. She returned her panties and tights back to their place and fixed her skirt as Eli stood back up and zipped his slacks before fixing his belt again and reclaiming his jacket.

Kelly turned the knob of Jack’s office door and peered around the corner before letting Eli follow her out. Then she re-locked the door, turned into Eli, and pulled him in for a deep kiss before heading back to her desk to gather the rest of her things to leave with him to go to the bar.

--Brendan M. Lubin, June 7th 2020

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Well, as always after reading your work, I feel like I need a cold shower.

Haha, thank you so much for this submission! I loved the familiar faces, and I have a secret penchant for public sex that this definitely appealed to. ;)

Wonderful writing as always, Brendan!

[ace-angel-judas]

Here Now

∞Pairing∞ ⁞  Chanyeol/Melody 

∞Series∞  ⁞ Seventeen 14th Member AU 

∞Rating∞ ⁞ Smut, Intense Smut 

∞Synopsis∞ ⁞ Everything works out in the end. 

“I’m Puppy,” Chanyeol stated, “I’m the person you were texting this entire time,”

Melody stared at him in disbelief, how did he know about that? Did Chanyeol search her phone? No one she knew was close to Chanyeol other than herself. He could see the look of disbelief on her face and sighed, opening his phone.

Showing her the screen, Chanyeol sighed.

“These are our messages,” He stated, “Everything, going way back to 2017, even when you blocked me, I kept every single message you ever sent me, ask me anything I know it,”

“You-“

“I swear, Hanae,” Chanyeol stated, “I know about when you first moved to Korea, you got lost and your brother was the person who found you, when you got scouted you were working for a scholarship to art school, your favourite food is pumpkin soup with cream and your favourite dessert is peaches with custard, your favourite song is walking in the rain by Block B, you don’t like talking because when you were in school they put you in a smarter class than your brother and you got bullied so you acted dumb to stay in his class-“

Melody cut him off by pulling him into a kiss, Chanyeol’s eyes going wide before he melted into the embrace. Melody couldn’t do anything else, she just wanted to finally kiss the person she’d been looking for this entire time. Melody couldn’t help but kiss Chanyeol deeper. It was a relief, finally she found that person she was looking for. Chanyeol complied, wrapping his arms around Melody’s waist and lifting her up.

He rested her on the counter top, Melody’s hands were shaking slightly as she slipped them under his shirt. Chanyeol let out a shaking breath as he pulled away from a moment, hands tugging his shirt away and Melody looked at his body, biting her lip gently.

“You’re so beautiful,” He groaned and reattached their lips, hands tangling into the hair while Melody’s roamed his body, her finger tips brushing across his skin, enticing a low chuckle from him.

“Chanyeol..,” Melody tried to kiss him again, her fingers grasping her own top in an attempt to pull it off but his hands stopped hers.

He breathed out, “Are you sure?”

Melody nodded, “Please, I’ve wanted this for so long,”

Searching her eyes for a moment, Chanyeol complied and helped pull her shirt from her body. Melody was usually self-conscious about herself but she felt confident in front of Chanyeol, it was conformable.

His lips landed on her neck, Melody whining softly as he sucked and nipped, finally finding her sweet spot right above her pulse. Melody’s fingers tangled into his hair, Chanyeol sucking a dark spot onto her neck. He pulled away, happy with her work and happy with the way she was squirming against him.

Melody was about to speak, cut off with another kiss as Chanyeol lifted her again, securing her legs around his waist. There was a bit of a shuffle, a door being kicked open and Melody found herself laid against soft pillows and a large bed.

Glancing around the room, it was apparent they were in Chanyeol’s room. Of course, this was his apartment after all. Melody looked back at him, Chanyeol leaning down and kissing down her collar bones and down the valley of her breast, his hands working to pull her bra off, flinging the clothing item into the abyss.

Melody squirmed when his hands grasped her breasts, Chanyeol looked up in case he’d done something wrong.

“It’s okay,” Melody whispered.

He bit his lip and massaged the soft perks in his large hands, causing Melody’s hips to press up and against his hardness. Chanyeol breathed out heavily, bucking his hips against hers. She grabbed his shoulders before he sat up, hands moving towards her leggings.

She sat up slightly before Chanyeol spoke.

“Can I?” He asked.

As soon as he got a nod from Melody, he rolled down her leggings and pulled them off. Chanyeol shifted himself, hands coming to her inner thighs and spreading her legs. He searched Melody’s face for discomfort but found none, her chest was moving deeply and she had hooded eyes.

There was just something beautiful about this moment, the way their bodies glistened with sweat, the deep panting sound from each other’s bodies, Melody’s red bruised lips, it was something Chanyeol had only imagined a million times in the darkness of his room.

She shivered when his hands trailed along her inner thighs, Chanyeol’s lips so following, worshipping the soft skin he touched. Melody didn’t want to rush, she wanted to cherish this all. He moved further between her legs, hands slowly pulling down the cotton covering the one place he wanted the most.

Melody’s cheeks turned somewhat red as he removed her panties, Chanyeol looking up and offering a sincere smile as he kissed her thigh slowly.

“You’re so beautiful,” He praised, “You’re like an angel..,”

Her body quivered at his words and Chanyeol couldn’t help chuckle, his long fingers slowly gliding through her wet folds. Melody’s breath hitched, her back rising off the bed.

“Do you like it when I praise you?” He asked softly, “You’re such a good girl, so beautiful and pure, you look so perfect..,”

When she shivered again, Chanyeol was pleased when a moan followed. He slowly ran his tongue over her folds and Melody attempted to shift away, her legs trying to close, Chanyeol’s hands keeping her in place.

“Shh, its okay,” Chanyeol reassured her, “Tell me if you ever want to stop,”

“It felt really good,” Melody’s voice was barely a whisper, “Is it supposed to feel that good?”

He nodded, placing a soft kiss against her clit, Melody moaning and grasping the pillow beside them, pulling it close to her chest. Chanyeol was delighted with her reaction, slowly and gently lapping his tongue through her wetness. She tasted sweet, like a dessert delicacy only he’d be able to try.

Chanyeol slowly pushed a finger into her wet walls, Melody shifting slightly at the new feeling but overwhelmed by the pleasure as he slowly pumped his finger in and out of her tight hole. His tongue still worked on her clit, Melody’s face flushed pink. It was a sinful act they were committing but every moment was just getting better, even when he slowly added another finger.

Melody ran her fingers through his hair, Chanyeol looking up at her as his mouth stayed attached to her heat and he scissored his fingers. There was something building and Melody whined when he pulled away, fingers and all.

“B-but..,” Melody looked lost until he crawled back over her body, licking his fingers before kissing her.

She could taste herself on Chanyeol’s tongue, a sweet warm taste. It was just so erotic, how this man turned from a fumbling mess to being a sensual sex deviant. Her hands trailed to his sweat pants, but Chanyeol grabbed them.

“No,” He whispered against her lips, “This is about you,”

Another whine almost escaped her until he pulled down his sweat pants and threw them into the room somewhere, perhaps they’d find them tomorrow. Melody hadn’t exactly seen a dick before, she lived with thirteen boys but they all made sure she was kept away from the secrets of the male body.

Chanyeol was both long and thick, complimenting his body well. He reached over to the draw, while doing so, the tip of his cock rubbed against her heat and both of them gasped with a hitched breath.

“Sorry,” Chanyeol kissed her cheek before ripping open a condom packet with his teeth, “Protection is key,”

“Oh yeah,” Melody giggled shyly, “That’s important,”

She bit her lip as she watched him roll the rubber down his length, Melody so badly wanted to just hold his cock, feel its weight and the pulsing veins but her heat longed to be filled by Chanyeol’s length.

“Remember, kitten,” He pressed another kiss to her lips, “You say stop and I will,”

Melody almost rolled her eyes, but she subdued her inner brat, instead kissing his neck with open mouthed kisses. In result, Chanyeol whispered a low ‘fuck’ under his breath.  As soon as Chanyeol’s cock was buried into her heat, their hips flush against each other’s, Melody let out a loud shaking breath. He notice, cupping her face and stroking the hair from her face.

“Shh, it’s okay,” Chanyeol cooed and kissed her jaw, “Does it hurt? Do you want to stop?”

She grabbed his neck, pulling him into a deep kiss and moaning. Chanyeol couldn’t help but groan, the feeling of her tightness around him so addicting.

Chanyeol grabbed her hips and flipped them over, landing against the plush pillows of his bed. Melody shivered, the feeling of being on top had pushed his cock deep into her heat. He stroked her thighs slowly, moving his hands up her body.

She bit her lip as his thumb softly pressed against her clit, which was followed soon by a whine and a moan as he rubbed slowly. Chanyeol smiled when she closed her eyes out of pleasure, her walls tightening around his length.

“Just move your hips slowly, kitten,” He commanded slowly, “Stop anytime you want to,”

Nodding, with flushed cheeks, Melody slowly moved her hips only to stop again.

“Yeol, you’re really..,” Melody gasped out, “Big,”

“Sorry,” Chanyeol chuckled, pressing firmer against her clit.

Melody cried out, jolting her hips for that sweet pleasure. Chanyeol stared at her body, just watching the way his cock filled her perfectly. It was like the most perfect dream, her hands resting against his chest as she grinded against his cock, eyes shut and lips parted to let the most beautiful sounds fill his bedroom.

He sat up, hands pressing against her back and lips latching onto her soft, rosie nubs. Melody’s hands tangled into his hair, softly tugging at the ends. Chanyeol’s groans vibrated against her chest as her hips moved faster.

“Chanyeol..,” Melody cried out when he looked up at her, sweat had stuck his hair to his forehead.

Sitting up properly, Chanyeol guided her hips, thrusting up into her. Melody leaned forward and sunk her teeth into his shoulder, her fingers running through his hair before scratching down his back. The most delightful moan came from Chanyeol, making her body quiver and walls tighten around his hard length.

Chanyeol swore he could make love to her forever, from the sweet sounds to the intoxicating scent that came from the both of them, yet it was all working them both up into their ends. Melody could feel the unfamiliarly familiar coil in her lower stomach, waiting to be unleashed.

It crawled up her spine and made her body so much more sensitive, she could feel every single inch of touch. From his fingers gliding over her sides, the kisses on her neck and his cock sliding from her heat only to complete fill her again. It was too good..

And so the coil snapped.

She stopped completely as her orgasm rode through her body, Melody’s veins felt like fire, her sight was white hot and her heat pulsed around his length. Chanyeol came just seconds after she had, face buried in her hair as he felt the hot cum fill the condom and ecstasy overcame them both.  

Yet, the afterglow was the best moment. The both of them laying side by side, Chanyeol’s fingers trailing her soft lips that she weakly kissed. They were both covered in sweat, a feeling of completion rolling over their bodies.

“I finally found you,” Melody whispered, tiredly.

Chanyeol smiled and rested his forehead against her own, pulling her naked body against his.

“I wasn’t much help but,” He kissed her softly, “I’m thankful you’re here now,”

[camillemontespan]

the awakening [AU. Drake Walker X MC]

Camille sat folded in the armchair, a glass of whiskey in her hand as she stared at nothing. The sound of the hammering rain outside hit the brownstone windows and an ambulance blared its siren. New York was awake and vibrant but she had never felt more numb.

She thought back to the evening she just had. Hands clutching each other, bodies shaking. She had pleaded with him to follow his heart and he had refused, not wanting to betray his best friend.

Drake and Camille loved each other. Their feelings had been well guarded but it was only a matter of time until one of them broke down and confessed. She had told him she loved him first and he had responded by staring at her, an incredulous expression on his face. 'Why would you choose me?' he asked. 'I have nothing to offer you. Liam is the one who can give you the life you need.' Camille had lost her temper then. She had screamed at him, demanding to know who he thought he was. How dare he suggest that he knew what life she wanted. 'I don't want a life of paparazzi, private jets and fancy dinners,' she had said. 'I just want you.'

He begged her to leave his apartment. He grabbed her hands and she shoved him away. 'If this is how you feel, you don't get to ever touch me again,' she hissed with such venom that he recoiled. She slammed her glass of whiskey down on the sideboard and shrugged her leather jacket on. 'Bye, Walker,' she said, leaving his apartment as he had asked.

Now, she nursed another glass of whiskey. She held back tears. No. She would not cry over him.

The front door knocked. She glanced at the clock. 11pm. She ignored it. The door knocked again. Sighing, she dragged herself up and padded to the hallway. Unlatching the door, she opened it and peered out into the night.

Drake was standing on the doorstep, his hair slick and wet from the pouring rain. He was shivering. He hadn't bothered to wear a jacket and his denim shirt was soaked through. 'Forget everything I said,' he started. 'I'm an absolute idiot. Such a fucking idiot.'

He sneezed from the cold. Camille's heart contracted and silently, she beckoned him inside.

He followed her into the living room and she indicated for him to sit on the sofa. As he settled down, she found a towel and a thick blanket. Kneeling in front of him, she wrapped the blanket around him and began to towel his hair. 'Why are you looking after me?' he asked quietly. She shrugged. 'Can't have you dying of hypothermia.' He gave her a weak smile. 'I'm sorry, Camille.'

She looked into his eyes. He looked distraught. 'Why won't you just accept that I love you?' she asked, her voice cracking. He gave a deep sigh and looked down at his hands. ‘Because why would you? I’m nothing.’ ‘You keep saying that but I don’t get it,’ she said. ‘Help me understand you.’

Drake looked at her, his brown eyes sad and longing. ‘Dad died when I was younger. Sister got knocked up at seventeen and left home, no idea where she is now. Mom left soon after. If my own mother couldn’t stay with me,  why should I expect you to?’ Camille took his hand and squeezed it. ‘Your mother made a mistake but you shouldn’t let it define you. You are loveable,’ she kissed his forehead now. ‘You are brave,’ she continued, kissing his eyelids. ‘You are kind,’ she kissed his left cheek, ‘and you are loyal,’ she kissed his right cheek.  ‘You are Drake Walker.’ She kissed his mouth. As she moved to pull away, his hand reached out and clutched the back of her head, keeping her in place. She melted into his kiss and he groaned. 

‘You always believe in me,’ he murmured. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. ‘If only you believed in yourself.’ Their lips met again and this time, Drake increased the pressure and gently, wrapped his arms around her waist. To her surprise, he stood up, lifting her. She laughed and wrapped her legs around his hips. 

‘Is it too forward if I ask where your bedroom is?’ he asked huskily. Camille giggled. ‘It’s down the hall.’ He carried her through to the bedroom, the both of them laughing as he tried his best to avoid sideboards, half open doorways and loose pairs of shoes lying around on the floor. He gently lay her on her bed. 

He looked up around him, studying the bedroom. It dawned on Camille that he had never been in her apartment before. She watched him as he looked over at her bookshelf with its dog eared novels and then to her beside table where a framed photo of her and her grandmother took pride of place. ‘Nice bedroom you got here, Montespan,’ he commented. She smiled. ‘Thank you.’ Her fingers grazed up his arm. 

As if he was jolted awake, he looked down at her and grinned. ‘Sorry. It’s just... your apartment says so much about you that is otherwise private. I feel like I’ve been allowed inside your head.’ Camille smirked. ‘Do you know what’s going on inside my head right now? Involves you, me, no clothes, this bed right here...’

Drake chuckled. ‘I’m aware... I just want to take my time with this. We haven’t... we haven’t been together like this before.’ Camille sat up, her cashmere sweater falling off her shoulder, exposing her collarbone. ‘We’ve got all night.’ Drake leaned down and kissed her softly. She closed her eyes and smiled as his hands slowly made their way under her sweater, up her waist and along the curves of her breasts. She arched her back and he pulled the sweater off. She bit her lip as he cast his gaze over her, taking her in. She unclasped her bra and threw it to the side. ‘God, Camille...’ he groaned. Smiling devilishly, she sat up and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest and abs. He was broad shouldered and all muscle. She brought her face close to his stomach and licked his hip lines gently.  His eyes widened.

He unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans off. Camille reached out and helped him out of his boxers. He was now completely naked. She looked him over, a slow smile appearing. ‘You perv,’ he said, his eyes glinting. She gave him a wink. ‘Show me what you got, Walker.’

His mouth quirked up in the corner and he reached out to unbutton her jeans. He dragged them off her legs and then her lace thong was also discarded. He looked down at her, her face illuminated in the moonlight and he had to stop himself from wondering if this was real. Of course it was real. She was right there. 

As if she read his mind, she took his hand and whispered, ‘I love you.’ Slowly and gently, he lowered himself down on her and felt her legs wrap around his waist, pulling him in close. He kissed her deeply and suddenly, he was inside her. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her around him. ‘God, Drake, you’re big,’ she breathed. 

Gone was the urgency. He wanted this to last forever. He wanted to watch her in the moonlight as they moved as one, he wanted to study her facial expressions and commit her moans of pleasure to memory. He wanted to always remember how her nails dug into his back and how her back arched when he reached a particularly delicious spot. He knew he would remember all of this. The smell of her perfume was locked in his mind now and the way she cried out his name as his hips bucked against hers was now his favourite sound. 

The sheets tangled around them as they made love. This wasn’t regular sex. This wasn’t desperate fucking. This was something deeper. He felt as if he had been in a deep sleep for years and only now, he was fully awake. 

As her hands reached out and grabbed the side of the bed and she gasped, ‘I love you,’ Drake finished. His hands were clamped on both sides of her head, pinning her down. They both stared at each other, panting as they thought of what they had just done. 

Later, they curled up underneath the covers, spooning. He wrapped his arm around her and held her close. For once, he felt calm. No worries. He was content. The moonlight bathed them in its silver pool and Drake fell asleep to the sound of her gentle breathing. His second favourite sound. 

[seventeenmafiaau]

Heated negotiations - Jun x reader

Warnings; Smut and Swearing

Requested

Jun was buy far the best negotiator in the mafia world. There was no deal he couldn’t work in his favour, no client he couldn’t get to agree, so when he caught wind of a mafia negotiator who was unmovable on deal, he just had to see what all the hype was about.

He made his way over to Got7’s territory, revising what he was going to offer for the deal. When he walked in, he didn’t expect to see a girl sitting in front of him, but he could tell by the change in body language that you found him attractive. His confident smirk came to his face as he shook your hand before bringing it to his lips and kissing it.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Jun of Seventeen.”

“The pleasure is all mine Jun. Y/N of Got7. Shall we get down to business?”

The negotiation flowed easily but neither of you were budging. Jun didn’t like dirty tactics but he hated losing even more. Leaning over the small table, his lips were a hair thread from yours.

“I advice you to take my offer.”

His lips moved to speak and you could almost feel the movements on your own. You were flustered, he was handsome and confident, but you weren’t going to back away, instead closing the gap in an attempt to assert dominance. Jun quickly regained dominance before shuffling over the table and on top of you in the chair. The kiss got more heated as his hands ran over your body. When he went to leave wet kisses down your neck.

“Mark won’t be happy if you mark me.”

“I don’t care what he thinks. In this moment, you are mine and only mine, don’t speak of other guys.”

His possessiveness made you melt into his touch more. He kept kissing lower until he reached the collar of your button shirt. He quickly tugged roughly, ripping all of your buttons and leaving you exposed in lace.

His hands make quick work of your bra as he continued on his path. When he got to your skirt, he was a little more gentle, removing it off of you. He did the same with your panties, ridding you of them. He was quick to stick his fingers into you, and start licking long strips, occasionally dipping his tongue in. His tongue had a way of making you squirm. When light moans started escaping, he stopped and stood up.

“On your knees.”

You followed his demand as he removed his pants to free his erection.

When he motioned with his hand, you eagerly took him in your mouth. You licked the precum along his head before taking as much as you could. Hallowing your cheeks and bobbing your head wasn’t enough for him as he started bucking his hips into you making you gag a little and tears breach past the ducts. When you looked up at him, your eyes met.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

He kept bucking into you, keeping his hand on your head to stabilise you as his head tilted back in bliss. He removed himself before he came, pulling you up, he bent you over the couch. Slowly pushing himself in from soggy style made him reach new lengths and made you moan at just the size alone. When you started moving back into him, he started to move forward, making an effort to mark you, despite your words. He marks your hips with finger marks, your neck and shoulder with hickeys. As your words got louder, he lent down to your ear.

“Every time you moan, you have to say my name, or I won’t let you cum. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

His voice was hoarse and breathy as he continued to thrust. You followed his instructions and soon you were both coming with a moan of each other’s name.

You rested for a little before reclothing yourself.

“Just so we’re both aware, this doesn’t change the deal, but I think we could have a... mutual benefit from having an alliance.”

Jun was a little more lenient with his deal and you had both agreed on the alliance, as well as another night like the day you had today.

As you walked Jun out, you saw Mark looking at your shoulder as you held your broken shirt closed. You saw Jun tap him on the shoulder and heard him whisper;

“Sorry man, but she’s mine. I wouldn’t even think about touching her.”

Then he left with a sexy smirk and wink in your direction.

[bootyful-seventeen]

Look at you

Hoshi smut

Warnings; voyeurism, oral, mirror sex

You were currently panting on the floor of the PLEDIS dance room that Seventeen would use when rehearsing which was 85% of the time. Your boyfriend Hoshi had decided to teach you to dance and had instantly regretted it once you realized that he would go into instructor mode on you.

He took a swing from his water bottle before wiping at the sweat on his forehead. “Come on babe, you just need to do it once more and we can go home. You were the one who asked me if I could teach you how to dance a little.” Raising your head, you sent a glare in his direction before laying back down and moaning out from how sore you would be tomorrow. He chuckled before sliding a water bottle to you.

Your fingers blindly searched for it when it bounced off your side and scoffed, “When I said teach me how to dance, I was hoping you would use an easier choreograph on my non dancer ass. Not a full blown, intricate, and precise dance. Not all of us are as talented as you when it comes to dancing Hosh.”

Soonyoung's cheeks flushed red at the compliment. “Thanks y/n, but I- ugh, you can be a great dancer too. Just let me guide you.” He walked over to you and helped you stand up. You groaned but got into the first position he taught you five hours ago before you two got distracted and started to goof off with dances. You both started to dance at a slower pace to make sure you could follow along easier. “No you have to move your hip like this.” Soonyoung came up behind you, placing his hands on your hips. Your eyes met his in the mirror in front of you as he guided your hips to the left before pushing them back a little. Your ass brushed against him, making his breath catch in his throat.

“So like that?” You repeated the move but much harder against him. Enjoying the little moan that slipped past his lips. His grip on you tightened and his pulled you closer to his semi erect bulge.

Turning around in his arms, Soonyoung grabbed the back of your head and feverishly pressed his lips against yours. Wrapping your arms around his neck you let out a moan when his tongue slipped between your lips, tasting your tongue. Your lips traveled to his throat, leaving small pink marks as you moved to his soft spot right above the juncture where his shoulder meets his neck.

The grip in your hair tightened, pulling your head away from his neck. “This time it's gonna be about you y/n. So relax a little.” His eyes were filled with love and lust as he stared into your own. He guided you backwards until your back hit the mirror on the practice room wall. You pulled your shirt over your head, throwing it away from your heated body. With trembling fingers you managed to unclasp your bra and letting it meet with your discarded shirt.

Soonyoung placed his hands on your shoulder, pushing you down to the floor. He was straddling your leg that was stretched out under him before moving down to your feet. Removing your shoes and socks, his fingers hooked onto the waistband of your leggings before slowly pulling them down your legs. His lips left soft kisses on the skin being revealed to him, whispering sweet nothings into your skin.

He grabbed your knees and you let him part your thighs. Soonyoung let out a groan, “Fuck you're so wet y/n. I can't wait to get a taste.” Your hips bucked when his tongue licked your sensitive folds. Soonyoung used two of his fingers to pull your folds back, exposing your clit and soaking entrance to his hungry eyes. Looking into your eyes, he flicked at the bundle of nerves before dropping his gaze down to your pussy. His index finger prodded your opening before curling up inside of you.

Your hips started to buck against his tongue once he inserted two more fingers into your heat. You were gripping the back of your thighs so hard you could feel your nails leaving little marks on the skin. Soonyoung sped up the movement of his fingers which had you unraveling quickly before him. You cried out as you came on his fingers. Your hips bucking from how sensitive you got while he milked you of your orgasm, licking you clean.

Removing his fingers from you, he raised them to his lips. His tongue licked up his fingers, “You taste so sweet y/n.” You whimpered as you sat up on your knees to pull at his shirt. Raising the sweaty fabric above his head, you ran your fingers over the muscles on his chest. His hand gripped your wrists, turning your around to face the mirrored wall again. “I want you to ride me, facing the mirror.” He removed the rest of his clothes and his shoes before he sat on the ground. Patting his thigh with one hand, he gripped his leaking member with the other slowly pumping his length. You straddled his thighs while grinding yourself back on his cock. He slipped between your lips, spreading your wetness. Your head lolled back as you sunk down on his member. Raising your hips you slid down, moaning at the feeling of finally having Hoshi stretching you out after he was gone for the tour for almost a year.

Hoshi's fingers tightly held your hips leaving little crescents on the skin from his dull nails. Rocking your hips back and forth, you turned your head to the side, reaching for Hoshi's neck and pulling his lips to yours. A yelp escaped your mouth as you felt Hoshi lift your hips up before he laid down and spread your legs open with his knees. Your face flamed when you saw your reflection. Hoshi's hands danced to your thighs, keeping you from shutting your legs.

“Look at how wet you are just for me.”

Hoshi snapped his cock up into you. You bit your lip, looking away from the mirror when you saw his hard cock disappear into your soaking heat. His right hand gripped your jaw forcing you to look back at your reflections. “I told you to watch yourself. You're gonna do as I say y/n.” Nodding your head you closed your eyes when his grip on your throat tightened a little.

Hoshi's hips were snapping harder and faster, making you bounce off him a little but his grip on your throat kept you close. Your eyes drifted down to the reflection of Hoshi's cock impaling your dripping pussy.

“Fuck, you look so sexy spread open like this.” Your left hand slammed down on the floor when you felt yourself tilting over. “You're such a dirty little slut for letting me fuck you in the practice room. Any of my members could walk in and see just how much of a slut you are for me.” His voice was low and strangled in your ear, looking at his reflection you clenched around him when you saw the look on Hoshi's face. Dark eyes stared between your pussy and bouncing breasts, his pink lower lip was caught between his teeth as he fucked up into you. “You'd like that wouldn't you princess?” Shaking your head, you moved your free hand to your clit. Rubbing tight circles you could feel yourself getting closer to your high.

Hoshi cursed as you clenched down on him, bucking your hips against his. You felt electrics shocks run through your body as you came. Hoshi's thrusts became sloppy as he was close to cumming. You moaned when you felt his grip tighten as he released his hot load into you, slowly thrusting to milk out your orgasms.

You winced as you lifted yourself off of Hoshi, feeling the mixture of both of your fluids leak out of you and onto the floorboards. Once your heart had stopped racing you saw Hoshi fully dressed and holding a small towel on top of your clothes. Cleaning you up quickly, he helped you get dressed. Tying your shoe lace you jumped when you heard the door open. Whipping around you saw Dino walk in.

“I forgot my phone here, so don't mind me. I'll be out of your hair in a bit.” He walked past you to the table set up in the farthest corner of the room where he picked up the forgotten phone. You could feel your face burning up at the though of Dino hearing anything that happened in the last fifteen minutes. He waved as he headed out the door and you released a breath you didn't know you were holding. Looking back at Hoshi, you saw him staring blankly at the door.

“That was just a little bit too close for comfort.”

Standing up you walked up behind him, wrapping your arms around his sweaty torso. “Maybe we should stick to fucking at my place since I'm not ready to get that personal with Chan.” Grabbing your things you both walked out of the building, heading to your apartment that luckily had thick walls.

[writersblock2point0]

I Am Project Six, Part 3

Summery: Six must look into her past to see what’s the problem. lol her and bucky connect? 

“We are going to hook you up to a machine that monitors your heart and brain waves. These glasses will allow us to see what you do, as you dream.” Tony states, both him and Bruce worked fluently as they hooked her up to monitors. “It’s been developed enough that it will make an outline of what you're dreaming about.”

Six furrows her brow in confusion. “You will be able to see what I see?”

“Yup.” Bruce answers, giving her a soft smile before beginning to strap her down. Her heart spiked, but with a small pat on the arm from Sam, she forced herself to calm. She was in a chair, glasses on her head as she faced a stage like platform.

“Okay, we’ll give you something to help you sleep.” Tony places a mask over her face, and she takes deep breaths. “Can you count for me?”

“One, two, three, four...five...six…” Her eyes fluttered closed. Tony pulls the mask away and turns on the machines, which hummed with life as they begin to map her brainwaves. The glasses fluttered before projecting into the platform. It was black, until Six’s heart skipped, and then a soft fuzzy picture was painted onto the air. The team quieted down, looking up in suspense as the picture cleared.

Lights, almost looking like flickering stars were scattered on a black canvas. A small child with long dark hair stood, holding hands with a woman who was only visible from the chest down. It was obviously Project Six, and the child was staring up in wonder at flickering lights, and in front of her was a spinning carousel. A classical song played, the name not known to them. It wasn’t regular carousel music, but it still held a nice tempo.

“She told me that's the only thing she remembers before Hydra.” Sam mutters, placing a hand on the chair that she was strapped down on. With a grunt, and a head shift, the picture changed. It was of a long hallway, and the team could see the door at the end of the hall getting closer. The door seemed big, and when the vision began to turn, there was two soldiers dressed in black holding small pale arms. The arms of a child. She was dressed in a white gown, her thin body being dragged down the hall. Her eyes were watery, and she looked extremely tired.

The door opened and it looked like an old bathroom. A metal table was placed in the middle of a dimly light room, tile lining the ceiling, walls, and floor.

Then, suddenly Project Six’s small form was strapped down and looking into a single light above.

‘This will hurt.’ A figure's voice whispered as a figure loomed over, blocking the light as they raised what was distinguishably a needle into the light. ‘Feel free to scream.’

The scene changed again, this time to chained hands as Six kneeled on the floor. Dirty fingernails dug into the palms on her hands, shaking as the chains rattled.

‘Prosjekt seks!’ Her head snapped up and golden eyes focused on the man in a uniform walking towards them, the team recognized it as the doctor from before. Over his uniform, he wore a white lab coat. ‘Respekt må læres.’

Bucky recognized the language as Norwegian.

Project Six’s heart monitor started to freak, her heart speeding up as fake her was dragged out of her chains and thrown into a cage. Standing, five other young children were in with her. They all looked battered and beaten, thick bags under the eyes, and ratty hair. Two girls, and three boys. The tallest boy looked older, about seventeen. He walked over, helping Six up before a loud bang rang through the speaker.

‘Bare en kommer frem fra denne cellen.’ The man’s voice bellowed, and Project Six stood.

‘Frihet er i døden.’ The boy whispered, and Project Six began to sweat, her right arm twitched against the restraints as the team watched-all knowing what was happening next. The boy smiles before her hand was punched through his chest. Six’s heart rate increased as the boy’s body fell. The other kids, all looking equally surprised, stood stock still as the man’s voice broke the silence.

‘Nei!’ A smaller girl, looking frail tried to move away, but Six caught her easily by the throat. Snapping her neck, Six moved on. One after another, until the only one left in the cage was Project Six, surrounded by the bodies of her friends, blood covering her arms and hands. The cage opened, and in walked the doctor.

‘Very good, Project Six.’ His voice hissed, ‘Lesson learned.’

Snapping her eyes open, Project Six heaved air into her lungs. Fighting against the restraints on her body. Tears pooled in her eyes, and she couldn’t stop her body from overheating.

“Six!” Sam yells, trying to get into her line of sight. He knew not to touch her, as her skin would burn him. “It’s okay! It’s over now, it’s over.” She looked at him, eyes bright with fire, her limbs shaking with fear as she locked eyes with him.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Sam soothed, beginning to unstrap her.

“Sam she could-” Natasha stopped when Sam sent her a glare.

“She’s fine.”

“She could be...you know.” She continued and Bucky sighed.

“Soldat.” His voice dropped, and her head snapped to him. “Calm yourself.” She clenched her jaw, closing her eyes as she took deep breaths to steady herself. “Stand.” He commanded as Sam finished getting her unhooked from the chair and machines. She stood, her legs shaking but the held her up. She looked at him, her eyes dark and watery as she forced herself to breathe normally. The other looked at him as he stood taller, hands behind his back as he stared her down.

“Buck?”

“Not now Steve.” Bucky answers, seeing flames swim under the girls skin as it traveled up her leg. The flames were like soft and slow heart beats, appearing and reappearing. “Soldat.” Bucky turns from her, walking towards the door. “Følg meg.” She follows him without even thinking, her body working on autopilot. She passes the others without a glance, and the two leave the room in silence. There isn’t much to say on the way to her cell, but once they reach it, Bucky opens the door with a code and watches her go in.

“Du gjorde det bra, Prosjekt seks.” Bucky states, voice low as he closes the door. “Sove.” He leaves, stalking back into the lab to find they haven’t moved since he left with her.

“What the hell was that about Barnes?” Tony retorts, arms crossed over his chest.

Bucky stops when he’s made it to an open spot in the circle, beside Steve and Sam. “Six is from Hydra, and while she’s agreed to rehabilitate herself with Sam, that doesn’t mean she won’t have flashbacks or experience triggers.”

“What was with the commands and other language.” Again, Tony looks at him as if he’s a dumb teenager in trouble.

“She’s only ever known commands. She’s never had to think for herself, Tony. Not giving her orders in that exact moment, could have caused her to act out and become violent. She needs that stability before she’s cleared of that crap in her mind.” Bucky glances at Steve. The blond was in deep thought, hands on his hips as he stared at the ground.

After a moment, he nods. “Buck’s right. From now on, we should give her some stability with authority. At least until she’s mentally stable. Now that doesn’t mean we’re punishing her with violence or anything, but he’s right when he says she needs it.”

The others nod, quietly agreeing with their captain.

After an hour, Steve made is way to Six’s cell.

“Six, come on.” She looks up at him from her position on the bed. When she stands, he sees she’s sweating and how ratty her hair is. He leads her out, not worrying about handcuffs as she walks beside him quietly.

“We’re proud of you today,” He comments, thinking that positive reinforcement would be good to. “You did very well.” She didn’t smile or say anything, but when she looked at him, her eyes flashed yellow. She does that a lot, instead of speaking, Steve thought to himself. He lead her up and to his personal quarters, through his living room, bedroom and into his bathroom. “Okay, here we are. Let me get it started for you.” He fiddles with the shower, getting it nice and warm and situates the bottles in order to how she should use them. “Okay, so you have shampoo and con-” He freezes as he turns to see her completely naked and looking at the floor. He blinks, looking away from her after a moment and feels his face flush.

“W-what are you doing Six?”

“I am ready for our shower.” Our shower. What the heck? Steve blinked, processing everything.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t understand.” She says softly, and Steve sighs holding a towel out in her direction.

“Please, cover yourself.” She takes the towel and holds it to her body. It covers her, but he can still see the curve of his hips as he turns back to her. “You said our shower?”

“Yes.” She nods, blinking at him as if taking a shower together was completely normal.

He goes to speak, but Steve can’t find the right words-or any words for that matter. Smiling, he holds up a finger and quickly leaves. Steve makes his way out of his room and across the wall, knocking heavily on Bucky’s door. When it opens the man is standing with his shirt off and sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

Bucky sees the look on Steve’s face an smirks, “What’s with that face pal? See someone naked?”

Steve glares at him, making Bucky’s laughter die out. “Project Six is in my bathroom, naked, and-”

“Whoa, why is she in there in the first place?”

“I was going to let her shower, and get cleaned up-but then she was suddenly naked and said she was ready for our shower.” Steve shakes his head, “I didn’t know what to do so I came to you.”

Bucky nodded, “Alright, stay here.” With a small clap to his Steve’s shoulder, Bucky makes his way into Steve’s room and finds the girl standing with a towel to her front. She turns to see him, her eyebrows raised in question as he sends her a smile. The water was still going and Bucky tests it, seeing it was still hot.

“Go on.” Bucky says, sitting on the closed toilet lid.

-

“Go on.” Six looks at him, confused beyond all reasoning. Was he not going to join her? Perhaps he was waiting for her to get cleaned before doing so. She was afraid to ask why he was here instead, and not Steve. Perhaps Steve found he did not like her looks and this man does? She sets the towel on the sink, walking over to the shower and peeks over her shoulder, meeting the man’s eyes.

He nods, “I’ll be here.”

She step in, closing the glass door behind her. The glass started to fog, but with a small glance to him, she saw he was still looking at her. Getting herself wet, she let the water run over her body. It felt nice, and as she closed her eyes it was the most relaxed she had every felt. Opening her eyes and looking around, she felt lost as to what to use. They always told Six what to use, and these containers look very different.

“Six,” She turn to see him standing by the glass, the door open just a little as he picked up a white bottle with green leaves on it. “Use this on your hair.” Taking it, an opening the cap and washing her hair, she scrubbed as hard as she could stand, making sure she got herself clean. Who knows when she would be able to shower again.

After washing herself, she stepped out, watching as he turned off the shower and handed her a towel. She dried, standing in front of him naked as she wondered what was next. A knock came to the door and Steve walked in, blinking as he noticed she was naked again. She wondered what it was about her than made me look away. Perhaps she was not tall enough? Was her hair too long? Did she not have the right body?

“I brought clothes.” Steve hands them to Bucky before quickly leaving.

“Steve’s a bit shy Six, don’t worry about him.” Bucky states, giving her a smile. He sets them down and stands near the door. The clothes consist of a long sleeved grey shirt, much too large for her own body, and white shorts with a weird opening in the front. Six frowns, wondering what that use was for.

“Come on Six.” Bucky’s voice cut through her thinking, and without any thought to it, she follows him out.

Bucky sat on his couch, deep in thought as he plaid over the events after the shower. Six was still as stoic as ever. Bucky wasn’t stupid, and he wasn’t a man that took advantage of others, especially when they needed help. Six, needed help. All the help she could get. She looked young, but he was sure she was at least in her early twenties. Her body was small, perhaps genetics. He recalls the figure of the woman in her memory, and that woman seemed tiny. Being taken to hydra at such a young age, not having any idea what society was like outside of it and now suddenly being thrown into this, it was going to be difficult for her. Bucky remembers how hard it was for him to be able to speak, to talk to others, and to even make choices for himself. It was so foreign, even though he easily slid into the swing of things. He knows how hard it is. Six will not have an easy time. She’s been in Hydra since she could walk, and according to Sam’s reports, they potty trained her. She’s never had a voice for herself in her life. She’s never been her own person.

So how can the rest of them not see what she needs? Right now, she needs authority and guidance. Bucky knows how terrible Hydra is, how ruthless their soldiers are, and how little they care for their subjects. He can imagine his time there, and knows it was much worse for Six as she was a female.

Running a hand through his hair, he thinks back to the shower incident. God, she looked helpless and confused. Bucky wasn’t permitted to shower with someone, and knew that for other female soldier’s it wasn’t a rule for them either. He has a clear idea of why she was confused to be able to shower alone. Bucky knew Steve wouldn’t act in a way that was good for Six, bless Steve’s golden heart, but it would probably do more harm than good to make her upset, especially after making her dream today.

So he sat on the toilet, supervising her shower. He told her what to use, how to use it, when to use it. She soon became more relaxed as the shower went on. He didn’t focus on her body in a sexual way, but he was able to see her scars. After her shower, he walked her back to her cell. He wondered how long it would take for her to speak, to ask questions, to do her own thing.

How long would it be until she was able to smile?

Sorry for the shortness.

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@stuck-as-me @lilulo-12 @themeanestlittlewitch

Prosjekt seks. - Project Six.

Respekt må læres. - Respect must be learned.

Bare en kommer fra denne cellen. - Only one comes from this cell.

Frihet er i døden. - Freedom is in death.

Nei! - No.

Soldat. - Soldier

Følg meg. -Follow me

Du gjorde det bra, Prosjekt seks. -You did well, Project Six

Sove. - Sleep.

[ussarchangel]

The Adoration of Michael

Star Trek Discovery modern AU

Modern AU: Michael Burnham is used to taking care of herself, but when a handsome stranger rescues her from a heckler at a lecture it may be the start of a new chapter in her life.

Chapter 3: His Shot

rating: Mature

characters/pairings: Michael Burnham, Gabriel Lorca, Michael Burnham/Gabriel Lorca

chapter summary:Date, the first

warnings: some people don’t like Star Trek

Gabriel spotted her before she spotted him and for one breathless moment all he could do was stare and take her in. Her dark hair was soft and cloudy around her elven face. He'd never imagined that army green could be sexy, but the shoulder-baring dress, draped and billowing at the top, short and tight at the bottom, made him swallow with anticipation. Was she wearing a bra? She'd have to be bra-

He cut that thought off right there. She was a brilliant scientist who dressed like a million bucks; he wasn't going to drool at her like some twelve-year-old boy, even if those sandals of hers made it look like her legs went all the way up to-

A gust of warm air off the lake stirred that cloudy hair and Gabriel signaled to her, making his way down the planetarium stairs and through the crowd to meet her.

"Sweetheart,you're an absolute stunner. Never knew army green could look so damn good."

"Thank you, Gabriel." She ducked her head for a brief moment, and he smiled at that unexpected shyness.

"Let’s get away from the crowd." Without hesitation, Gabriel steered her through the crowd, one hand in the middle of her back. A sweet, soft perfume wafted off her hair and skin, and Gabriel found he wanted to drink it in. He held the door for her as they went in and once they moved away from the crowd, she turned to him expectantly.

"So what are we doing first?"

As she turned those big dark eyes on him, Gabriel froze. Had he really brought this gorgeous young woman to look at a telescope?

"Gabriel?" She touched his forearm with gentle fingers, raising goosebumps at the contact.

"Sorry, been a  long day.  Sky show starts in fifteen minutes, dinner's at seven, and when it's dark, we can go up to the telescope."

She smiled at the last, easing his nerves a bit.

"Well, let's go to the show then." Another smile.

"Alright."

Following the signs for the show they made their way to the theater. The show that night was in the IMAX 3D, ‘Lights in the Sky,’ about comets and meteors - shooting stars. While Michael was looking up at the screen, Gabriel found himself watching her, waiting for her reaction, and hoping for that first delighted smile. He had come to planetarium when he'd first moved here as a tourist and loved it, but locals sometimes didn't appreciate the things found in their own backyards.

He swallowed his nerves; the light show started, that first delighted smile broke out over her face, and right then and there he relaxed.

"They did not have all this when I was a kid."

"What was it like?"

"Dull, dated, boring."

"Why did you to come?"

"You sounded pretty excited about it, and I knew they had redone it, so I figured: why not?" She shrugged, an easy, graceful movement that drew his eyes to the slope of her shoulders,

"You ready for dinner? If you liked the show, you're gonna love the cafe, Michael."

He was right about her loving the cafe. For the After Dark dinner events, the Galileo Cafe was transformed into a glowing ethereal spacescape.

The walls of the cafe were glass windows set with white beams allowing diners to look out at the lake and sky. During After Dark the lights were dimmed to a soft blue that reflected off the white beams to cast a soft glow over the entire cafe. The tables were set with cloths of shimmering soft purples,  tea lights adorning their tops added to the warm, ethereal atmosphere and Chinese lanterns hung from the ceiling like orbs.

Michael's gasp of surprise and the delighted smile that blossomed on her face were a welcome reward to Gabriel.

"Wow, I've never- this is just really beautiful. I'll have to bring the girls here."

"Girls?"

"I volunteer with Black Girls STEM."

"I've heard of it."

"You have?"

"When I first moved here, I looked into the different volunteer organizations. Didn't have much to offer that one, but I like to think I don't make a half-bad big brother."

"Really."  Michael looked impressed as if she wanted to ask more questions, but the hostess appeared to take them to their seats, halting the conversation. Seated, Gabriel ordered a glass of red wine for himself and Michael started off with water.

"They've made this place elegant and beautiful."

"What was it like when you were a kid?"

"Dated, very 70's. Everything was brown and orange like a cafeteria. The sky show was slides, and it just wasn't fascinating or inspiring like it is now, it wasn't-" she stopped short, and Gabriel felt his curiosity pique.

"Wasn't what, Michael?"

"It-it did not make me fall in love with the stars; it didn't stir up any wonder or curiosity as it does now."

"It kinda does, doesn't it?"

She nodded.

"Oh and they had this god awful Star Trek exhibit."

"Star Trek exhibit?"

She nodded. "You don't like Star Trek, do you?"

"You mean Bill Shatner being a ham all over the place? I am in conntrool! It’s terrible, never liked it - pretty sure the ham acting was to make up for how boring it was."

"Oh god yes, Shatner is the worst 60's acting at its finest. It’s awful, even the new ones are bad. My roommate Sylvia loves it. She got me to sit through a couple of episodes."

"Bad?"

She grimaced.

"I like science-fiction, but Star Trek is- the science is bad. The old shows were dull, and it's military but peaceful - that's suspicious - and this new one- The one thing that recommended the old shows is this idea about hope and a better vision of humanity. This new one does not offer that. It's violent and bleak."

"You know a lot about this subject for someone who claims she doesn't like it." Gabriel challenged with a smile.

"A number of my colleagues’ interest in science started with Star Trek, so I have to hear about it."

"Got it. Like MASH or China Beach - inspires people to join the military."

She gave him a quizzical look, and he told himself to steer away from pop culture references she was too young to remember or even know about.

"You were saying?"

"I've just heard its praises sung over and over again and it's a shame about the new one because the lead is a black woman, but I can't let the girls watch it. I may not think much of it, but if it could give the girls someone to look up to and encourage them to pursue STEM fields, I could appreciate that."

"Makes sense. This came up from time to time during my service, getting more women into different fields and how those fields were benefited by them, and there's always a benefit, whether it's as simple as differences in thinking or approaches to problem-solving or,” he chuckled, “smaller people fitting into smaller spaces. In my experience as a tactician, any weakness that a female soldier has because of size or strength is easily balanced by a strength that she has that a male soldier didn't."

Michael nodded.

"Yes, exactly."

The waitress came back for their orders, and they decided they should probably look at the menus. Once the appetizers and dinner were ordered, the pair resumed their conversation.

"I feel like I took your moment from you."

"What do you mean?"

"With the heckler. I have a pretty good feeling you can defend yourself, but bullshit like that works my nerves. He was fucking with you because you're a woman and what kinda backward assed shit is that??? Anyways I'm sorry if I overstepped."

"Well, you're right. I can handle myself, but I didn't feel that you overstepped." Those dark eyes met his again, and there was something soft there that tugged at every protective instinct he had. "I was grateful."

"I can handle myself. Even if that guy had harassed me afterward, I could handle myself. I've been taking martial arts since I was twelve, jr. world champion at seventeen, I keep fit.  Get down to the gym to spar two days a week. I could have handled him."

"Shit, sounds like maybe you could kick my ass."

"Maybe," she shrugged. "Maybe we'll have to spar one of these days."

He smiled at that.

"So yes I could have handled it, but you know what- why would I want to? Why would I want to deal with that? I have been standing up for myself since I was twelve years old. I get harassment like that all the time, and frankly, it just feels good to have someone else speak up- not just because it spared me having to do it, but because it feels good to have someone else in your corner even if it's for just a few minutes."

"You deserve it Michael,"Gabriel said as he felt that protective urge intensify.

Their appetizers came then.

"Well, you did me a favor, saved me from myself."

"How's that?"

"I was about to snap."

"He deserved it."

"He did. I get a lot of rudeness my colleagues don't get, and I've gotten used to handling it, but when that man had the unmitigated gall to call me stupid at my own presentation, it made me very angry. Usually, you know the wink, the smile, it plays to their egos, and they calm down, but I got very angry with the way he was acting, the way he was talking to me."

"With reason, anyone would have been angry -you're a human being, you deserve respect. "

"Well of course, but you know I'm black-"

"-I hadn't noticed," Gabriel said with a wink. "I thought all that lovely dark skin was a deep, deep tan."

She started smiling again.

"If I get angry at something very reasonable I'm not viewed as a person with a right to their anger though, I'm "an angry black woman" and people get offended, and they complain-"

"-It's a whole thing."

"It is. It can mean not being invited to speak, a reputation as a hot head or worse, difficult to work with. It can follow you. Especially if people already think you're intimidating."

"Only the weak and the foolish would be intimidated by you, Michael."

"So what do the strong and the smart think?"

"The strong and the smart find you compelling, almost irresistibly so."

She froze, and he kept a careful eye on her. She flustered more easily than expected. At first he'd thought maybe she wasn't used to being complimented, but he was starting to think that wasn't it not exactly. Compliments didn't seem to make her uncomfortable just uncertain.

Gabriel sat back and saw her relax a bit.

The waitress came with their food then, setting heavily loaded plates down in front of them. The conversation focused on their meals for a moment as napkins and eating utensils were arranged.

The easy conversation resumed as they ate. He learned that she loved cats, had never had a dog, lived most of her life in Chicago and later in its nearby northern suburbs with an adoptive family, but had traveled a good deal as well. He wanted to ask more about the adoptive family, but it was probably a painful subject, so he let it go for now. He certainly wasn't at a point where he wanted to talk about Anthony or Ava even if they'd passed years ago.

For his part he talked a bit about his naval career, hobbies and some of the places he'd traveled as a young officer.

The conversation was easy and fun. She had a sharp mind, a dry wit and apparently a mean poker face. A question about previous relationships seemed to make her nervous, not in any very noticeable way, but her hands tightened, and he knew it was a subject she did not want to discuss. So they moved on.

They talked a bit about the differences between life in Georgia and Illinois and especially a city like Chicago. When she asked why he'd moved there, he told her that he'd had a chance to live nearby down at Grayslake and he'd always loved it. There was a lot he missed about the South, but the active vibrancy of Northern cities had always appealed to him. They ate and talked and watched the sky fade from blue into pink, orange and soft warm purple before black, lake Michigan changing colors with the sky.

"I'm gonna have a drink- you  want dessert."

Michael studied the menu, head cocked to one side, and Gabriel let his eyes linger on her. The graceful length of her neck, delicate collarbone, and her hand dainty and beringed holding the menu the light and shadows from the tea lights flickering on her skin. She'd make quite a subject.

And since he was watching her he saw her face light up rather suddenly as if she'd just had a thought that pleased her. Something told him the appraising look she turned on him did not mean anything good.

"What?"

"I've never had any of these desserts; I'd like you to pick."

"Michael," Gabriel narrowed his eyes, almost certain it was some sort of trap. "What are you up to?"

She shrugged.

"I just want to see what you pick."

"Alright." He looked over the dessert menu and picking his choice the moment his eyes landed on it.

"That one." Her only response was to arch one eyebrow.

The woman had a damned good poker face. He had no idea what she was thinking.

"Yeah. Delicate, nice combination of sweet and tart flavors, hot and cold and nice flaky pie pastry."

"Opposites."

"Yeah."

The waitress returned then, and Michael looked at him an expectant smile on her face.

"I'll have an Alexander, and the lady will have the apple crostata."

"I'll have those right up for you-"

"Wait, that apple crostata- that's like an apple pie a la mode right?"

"Yeah," the waitress said with a nod.

"Good. That's actually my favorite."

"Then I'm sure you'll love it."

The waitress walked away, and Michael sat back clearly amused by her little joke.

"You know what, woman."  Gabriel leaned forward, closing his hand around her fingers, resisting the urge to give her hand a playful swat, choosing instead  to caress the pads of her fingertips with his thumb.

"What?"

"I'm gonna have to keep an eye on you."

"I hope so." She said and then very gently pulled her hand from his. "I'm going to the ladies' room."

He watched her walk away, green dress snug across her rear, a small smile playing about his lips. At one point she had to ask a waiter where the restroom was, and every movement was easy and graceful, the way she held her wrist, the unconscious primpingof her hair while the waiter directed her, she was a knock-out. He took a sip of his whiskey wondering how it was even possible for her to be single.

He kept his eyes on her until she was out of sight before signaling for the check. The waitress, a very sharp young woman, had it ready, pulling a black folder from her apron pocket.

"Don't go anywhere."

There was, of course, no question of Michael paying. Gabriel took a quick glance at the tab, gave the young woman his credit card.

He'd seen Michael Burnham on YouTube, found her videos in an attempt to help Jake, his little brother, with his science homework. His only plan had been to kill a couple of hours at a lecture given by a dynamic young woman. It certainly hadn't been to take that young woman to dinner. Though in all honesty, he had to admit that he probably already had a tiny bit of a crush on her from her YouTube videos alone.  

Gabriel reached into the  pocket of his jacket, a small smile playing about his lips. He did a quick check, making certain that the contents - two fortune cookies that he'd grabbed on impulse before leaving - were still intact.