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redcherrykook · 6 months ago

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──𐙚 bad boy, good girl / highschool sweet♡s

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content: highschool sweethearts, parking lot blowjob, backshots, they r lovebirds, dirty talk, praise, big cawck JK, creampie, desperate seggs, getting chased by cops, jungkook smokes and sells weed, is tatted UP, oc is a quiet good girl nerd

note from cherry: this request is MONTHS old but i finally wanted to write smth fluffy and sexy, hope u guys like it!!

@rockstryoon 4 u <3

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the backseat of his makeshift hot box, ford taurus smelled like sweat and weed,

fogged up windows that blur the beautiful sunset behind the barrier, strangely, the best views are always on random gas stations or parking lots,

much like this back alley parking spot of a local grocery store,

"fuck angel, just like that" jungkook groans, his full sleeve tatto glistening with wet droplets that spurr from his worked up, heated body

"yeah? like this baby?" you mumble through the soft licks to his fat mushroom head, pink and swollen, leaking with his arousal,

you bat your lashes up at him, squeezing his heart in the meantime,

"so fucking good, imagine everyone knew what a slut you are f'me" clenching around nothing, you shift between his spread, muscular thighs, shoving his length into the back of your throat- fuck, he fills it out so well, hitting the very back

"you take me so well sugar" his hand combes through your long strands, slicking them away from your face while you work your hot mouth on his cock, he moans- a long, desperate moan as the grip tightens

your slick practically pools in your panties, clinging to every crevice but hidden beneath the plaid, light blue skirt

his half lidded doe eyes flicker down to your messy, half opened blouse where your tits sit perfectly, full view of the small swells that fit inside his large, rough palms, your stiff buds standing proudly, begging for his attention,

he reaches down to cup your tit as best he could, groping it, toying with the fabric that covered your nipples while he rolls his fingers over them

Jungkook was nothing like you, and that's certainly why you love him,

While you spend your weekends studying for your advanced literature classes, he drives around selling weed, getting little addtions to his sleeve tatto, skipping classes to go escape the world for a little, only to sneak into your room by your window, roughed up and with his signature leather jacket, a little scratched by the tree he needs to get on to knock down the window he knew would be open,

he loves that about you,

That you're so good.

Nothing about your sweet, innocence smile smells like danger- like a police report or a chance of rebellion,

he adores how you get shy everytime he stares too long, how he never needs to worry about having to pick you up drunk out of your mind but god- does he love how much you care,

how you sit on his lap and clean up his rough skin after a fight, how your eyebrows wrinkle in concern when he lights up yet another cigarette

"m'so fucking close angel" your boyfriend mutters, lip tucked beneath his teeth, the long, shaky digits on his hands yank your messy hair, gripping it so tightly your pussy aches for relief,

like a primal instinct, his hips start rutting into your mouth, chasing, running after the wet, squeezing sensation of your body engulfing his,

It only takes your soft, manicured hands gripping the muscles of his thigh for him to snap, stuttered hips that paint your throat with a coat of his cum,

your almond, ombre nails do it for him every time, how small your palm is compared to him, how feminine you are- smell, look, feel

"good girls swallow sugar" he winks and you roll your eyes, knowing that you loved to taste him,

slightly salty, but it tasted like adoration nonetheless, you lick it off your bottom lip as well, before meeting his exhausted, loving eyes

"c'mere" nose burried in your jumbled hair, he takes a second to inhale your scent, soft, fresh laundry with a hint of cherry that resembles your beloved shampoo,

you can feel his quickened heartbeat, body crunched up in the confined space but you need more, if you could crawl in his skin, you would, needing him everywhere

Jungkook showed you that love is sometimes unconventional, and that's the most beautiful part

"you did so good, so good at sucking dick aren't you?" jungkooks whisper lingers in your ear, husky, still out of breath from his high,

"oh god- please be quiet"

one hit to his chest, another,

"okay, okay sugar, let me make it up to you" he chuckled, catching your wrist before you could throw yet another soft punch to his toned chest,

he manuvers excellently in the small space, manhandling you like it was the easiest thing he'd ever done, until you're plump rear is pointed up, arched back perfectly on display and decorated by the bunched up skirt you decided on today,

"you're so perfect you know? So pretty" you can feel his hands round over your ass, spreading them to reveal your dripping femininity all bare to him, the thong you wore now pooling at your ankles,

"i love these little things, they make you look so sexy" refering to the white thigh high socks that squeeze your thighs, he taps them,

"gguk please" your hips wiggle tesingly beneath his hungry eyes, he can see your hands pressed on the seat and your head hung down in anticipation,

one harsh slap,

"be Patient pretty, you're a good girl right?"

onther one, your skin slowly shifting into being covered in a girlish pink hue,

"are you not hm? are you a little slut after all?"

just as he's about to deliver another harsh spank to your skin, your softened, desperate voice sounds all around him, making his lips elicit a small groan,

"no gguk, i'm a good girl"

"that's right angel, such a good girl" he breathes out and finally joins his body in with yours, his stiff, angryly throbbing length held heavy in his hand,

"feel how big i am?" he teases, watching with his mouth hung open while he guided his tip between your soppy folds, grinding between them to coat himself in your stickiness, he nudges your clit, thrusting against it to watch how you clench around nothing,

"mh.. gguk.." you whine once more, biting down on your lip to not yell in desperation,

"I know pretty, i know" as he says this, his tip aligns with your entrance, pushing all the way in with one go,

"god you're so fucking tiny" jungkook moans, gripping your hips to pull you back against his pelvis, his abs flex at the contact, stiffening once he's nestled his entire girthy cock inside of you,

you could feel everything, his raw, throbbing cock filling out every crevice inside your flush walls, veins bulging against your warmth

he's ruthless with how he fucks into you, giving you no time to adjust to his size that will remain a stretch forever, snapping into you with force as you rock yourself back on him, tumbling out whimpers from your open mouth,

"yeah.. so good, my pussy, all mine, made for my cock" his torso connects with your back, wrapping his muscular arms around your trembling form as he reaches deep into your cunt, embracing the overwhelming pleasure you can only whine, moan, and hope that he wouldn't stop now,

"fuck, fuck baby you're so sexy" its now his turn to whine, he's becoming restless with his movements, moans growing more high pitched and needy with every deep push into you, his lip ring grazed by his tongue over and over again,

it's becoming too much- too much to feel your soft, small back colliding with his half revealed, sweaty torso, feeling your walls squeeze him, sucking him in so well,

Jungkook's head is spinning when he catches a glimpse of your face, red cheeks, shut eyes and a drooly mouth that begs for him, the soft strands of your well kept hair now messily falling over your shoulders and features,

but he completely looses it when you decide to grind your hip up and down, everytime he'd thrust back in, you'd keep him there a little, only pathethically grinding into his burried cock even more,

"no fuck- sugar, if you keep doing that i'm gonna fucking burst" he whines, attempting to stop his rapid orgasm but it feels too good, way too blissed out to really try and stop you,

"gguk please, i need it" you cry out, only now he notices your shaky hand thats poorly trying to play with your clit, he replaces it quickly, drawing tight circles on it while you keep grinding your hips,

"cum for me pretty, let go, make a mess on my cock" begging, pleading with you to make it messy for him, make him feel how you fall apart on him,

and god, you do,

trembling underneath his body that fully surrounds you, your knees buckle as they dig into the fabric beneath you, you practically collapse on your forarms and tits, hips held up roughly by the manly hands that still them,

"oh fuck sugar, you're so cute" he rasps, fighting the urge to cry out of joy, he'a watching your eyes wet with overwhelming pleasure but all you can do is moan, stumble out his name and feel him, feel him coat your insides in his milky release,

he swears in that very moment that he never, ever wants to stop making you feel good

"that's it baby.. that's it.. such a good girl.." jungkook speaks against your skin, his tired hips halting inside of you but he's fully wrapped you in his arms now, kissing your delicate shoulder, stroking your hair to slowly ground the both of you,

you feel his fluttered kisses collide with your skin and the spotty vision slowly returns to a normal one, the sun has set entirely now, leaving a small glow to illuminate your boyfriends face and body,

"hi" you giggle, pecking his nose when faced with the handsome boy again,

"there she is" he smiles, pulling your lips in for a deep, slow kiss

"my little treasure" he mumbles into your lips, words getting lost in what the both of you call only call love, a stronger word not having been invented yet

"okay but, i promise you i could beat jake Paul in a fight" the laugh that rumbles deep inside your boyfriends chest brings a fond smile to your face, even though he's ridiculous, you would never tell him that

"Course you could, look at that bicep"

"Right? I knew i wasn't crazy!" Jungkook exclaimes, flexing the very muscle you're fingers attempt to curl around,

"pass me the lighter sugar"

He takes the small object from you, igniting the weak flame to light up the brown cigarette in between his fingers,

"A blunt? Now?"

Your round eyes widen, melting his poor heart,

while you knew he loved to smoke weed, he doesn't really do it often,

given that he mostly sells it to whoever asked him for it, as long as they were at least sixteen

he hums, taking the blunt to his lips before dragging a long puff of smoke out,

"never a bad time" while smile slightly, he presses a few kisses to your jaw, nuzzling his button nose against yours afterwards,

"Don't we wanna leave soon? It's cold gguk"

he contemplates for a secod, but as his mouth opens to reply, sirens start blaring, a blue, radiant light right with it

never a bad time huh?

"shit" he reacts quickly, putting the blunt out and starting up his engine,

panic sets in, your heart thumps like crazy inside your chest and you could feel the cortisol pouring from your neurotransmitters,

"gguk what-"

"shh baby, buckle up, don't be scared" as he says this, he quickly takes off from the parking lot, speeding down the empty street while the siren keeps blaring, cop car closely following behind,

Jungkook is no stranger to the police and of course, you try to grow acustom to it, but you've never been directly woven into his escapades, not like this

anxiously, your hands fumble with each other, images of your boyfriend in handcuffs flooding your head in rapid time,

"hey, relax pretty, i got you, i got you i promise" he says, almost too reassuringly while reaching for one of your hands,

the other one continues steering, his foot steep on the gas petal but the cops don't back off yet,

"This is scary" you whine, whipping your head back to see you've managed to create a safe distance,

"Well not my first, don't worry" jungkook chuckles and if it weren't for him driving you would punch him in the balls right now,

"Somtimes I forget you're crazy" you tell him in all honesty, relieved when after a good 8 minutes, the road is starting to grow quiet again

"Okay miss perfect" your boyfriend teases, sticking his tongue out childishly

But you don't mind, sticking yours right back out just when you both fall into lighthearted laughter

"I love you sugar" he says, squeezing your thigh softly,

"I love you too ggukie, by the way.."

"Hm?" he hums, licking his lips while his eyes trace the road attentively

"Where are you driving to?"

"Wendys, you need to eat and I know your precious brain must be all jumbled from our little adventure"

you smile, leaning over to kiss his cheek, biting it afterwards

he truly knew you all too well,

"Best boyfriend ever"

Jungkook laughs, nodding in agreement

"Gonna have desert in your bed though"

#redcherrykook #jeon jungkook #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook smut #jungkook x you #jungkook fanfic

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digitalsign · 2 years ago

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ahhnini · 8 months ago

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oh im obsessed w frat rafe tarot reader i need more

omg tysm!! <3 this was sent a while ago, but I appreciate the kind words still!! here’s more about tarot!reader!reader (still don’t know what to call her😔) this was also supposed to be just headcanons but I got carried away. hope you enjoy!! <3

the world - frat!rafe cameron x tarot card!reader! reader

warnings - cw slight verbal harassment from frat boys, suggestive at the end

texts between rafe and reader / the star

ೃ༄ her dorm room is definitely filled with her little trinkets! from crystals, calico critters, to pieces of lace, she’s got it! she’s definitely the type of person to just pull out anything from her bag if anyone needs it.

ೃ༄ don’t forget her collection of her favorite tarot decks on her bookshelf! they’re her favorite because she loves the art, but also because some have been gifted to her from her friends from home! (they miss her dearly)

ೃ༄ adding onto that, she prefers pulling her daily card from one of these decks versus digitally, as it tends to resonate more (she only looks digitally if she doesn’t want to get out of bed)

ೃ༄ her nails are always painted. she figured if she was going to be doing readings for people, she couldn’t let them look at her bare nails. however, no acrylics, she’s tried them before, but unfortunately it became difficult to pull cards out with them :(

ೃ༄ despite what people think, she’s very intelligent! she’s a business major at her school, and she’s (almost) the top of her class.

ೃ༄ her outfits alwaysss give, and she always wears her signature red platform loafers. just one class for her? she’s putting them on. running errands? strutting in them.

ೃ༄ her niche is baking, she hasn’t baked for anyone at school, except rafe! he said to start up a bake sale at their college, but she said that she only bakes for her friends. that made rafe feel fuzzy inside.

ೃ༄ however, during her third year of college, things got rough :( the school had only let freshmen and sophomores live in the dorms, and reader hadn’t been able to make any friends except rafe. rent was dangerously high around town, so she spent most of her nights in her own shop, curled up on one of her beanbags.

ೃ༄ when rafe saw you, sleeping an inch of the floor through one of the windows of the building, he immediately rushed to you, entering the security code for the door and waking you up. it startled you, of course, you had thought someone was breaking in.

ೃ༄ once rafe reassured you, he ran to the cafe across the street for some bagels and coffee, and sat you up on your beanbag. from there forward, you’d told him everything, and he listened. you’d always be there to give him advice, so he felt a little guilty about not knowing your current situation.

ೃ༄ little did you know this conversation would take a turn of events you’d never expect.

ೃ༄ he smiles brightly as you both stand in front of his frat house, a small “ta-da” coming from his mouth. the hand around your suitcase clutched tighter as you try and stop yourself from nervously chuckling. he grabs your free hand, dragging you up the steps of the manor. he knocks on the front door, and you look at the ground, the clacking of your loafers becoming echoed.

ೃ༄ you put up a small smile when the frat president opens the door, he nods and introduces himself as jay before welcoming you and rafe in.

ೃ༄ it had been cleaner than you’d expected, minus some empty water bottles strewn across the floor. you didn’t know why, but from all the rumors you’ve heard, you were expecting something a bit more…grotesque.

ೃ༄ you make your way up the grand stairs, rafe carrying your suitcase, mumbling about how you have more trinkets in there than clothes. he shows you his room, and it was the complete opposite of your previous dorm. it was minimalist, barely any decor, and filled with monochrome black and white. bleh. the only pop of color that he had were the crystals he’d bought from you, which shine on his windowsill. “how do you live like this?” you ask, dropping to your knees and opening up your suitcase. he shrugs, “just like it like this,” you dramatically shiver your shoulders and he scoffs.

ೃ༄ your nerves didn’t calm down at all when rafe showed you around the house, and it had to be the time when most of the boys got back from their classes. although jay stated that rafe’s friend was going to be staying, he failed to mention said friend was a lady. especially the one whos reputation was said to be very antisocial around campus.

ೃ༄ some ogled, it was a given, some already gave you their numbers, adding a note to “call them if you get stuck in the washing machine” (ew) (and you swore you could’ve seen them with their girlfriends around town). nevertheless, rafe shut them all down, wrapping a protective arm around you.

ೃ༄ once dinner came around, you were amazed at the en suite buffet the house offered, sitting across rafe with your hefty plate of food.

ೃ༄ once night rolled around, you quickly realized that you and rafe had to sleep in the same bed, as there were no spares. you’d been fine with it, and rafe said he was fine with it, but you doubted that claim when he kept moving around throughout the night.

ೃ༄ eventually, he’d found a comfortable spot, spooning you, and you tried your best to not be bothered by his hardness pressing up against you as you drifted to sleep.

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nalonzooo · 8 months ago

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you’re one of my favourite artists and one of the reasons I want to start drawing!!! >.< I’ve started and it’s a bit difficult but fun!!

I was wondering if you had any tips on how to draw face shapes and dynamic poses? I love the way you draw face shapes and the actual expressions!!! (it’s always so hard for me 😭) and your poses are super cute!!!

YAAYY NEW ARTIST🥳!! i’m SO happy to hear this -

and absolutely i’d love to share what i’ve come to learn (so far!) re: face shapes and poses as a hobby artist ^^

just to preface everything, when it comes to giving art advice there’s always a general disclaimer that there’s no right way to do art, in the end you should do what you like to do! sometimes i like to think of art as problem-solving, and there are many ways to tackle specific problems <3

for face shapes and expressions - lately i love to reference and do studies of Ami Thompson and Shiyoon Kim’s character design and expression sheets for Spiderverse. these are INCREDIBLY evocative and useful. you can study these expressions and poses and try to recreate them on different characters, and you’ll notice the difference in eye shapes, face shapes, noses, etc; studying these differences is what will help us avoid same face syndrome. what i generally like to do is find art that i like - comic/manga panels, fan art, anything i want to learn how to draw like - and copy it into my sketchbook for personal practice and study to see what elements i can incorporate into my own drawing.

another tip - any medium is good for drawing, but i highly suggest esp when you’re starting - learn to draw with ink! drawing traditionally and with something unerasable will help with your draftsmanship and line confidence. it’ll be wonky at first but you learn to be deliberate with every stroke. tbh becoming a digital artist has deteriorated my draftsmanship and has made me heavy-handed, and it’s something i’m trying to consciously remedy right now. digital art is highly convenient and best for sharing, but when i do studies i stick to pen and paper :)

as for poses - one v important thing i learned in creating dynamic art is to “push” or exaggerate the poses. what you see in a photo reference - if you try to draw that 1:1 on paper, it doesn’t always translate well—the energy is not always captured, and it usually looks so stiff. what is in 3D has to be translated a different way to 2D. so “push” it to create more energy - exaggerate the movements - even if they’re just standing, you can make it dynamic by being conscious of how they’re standing (where the weight is balanced, push one hip up, make them lean one direction, for example). i doodled some examples here:

^ first one is gojo just standing; now how i would “push” this pose is to show him putting more of his weight on one hip and maybe putting his opposite foot up a bit to suggest some movement (and balance). the third one is just a bit more variation where his body is still putting weight more on one side, his feet are more glued to the ground, but i put his hand out to do his signature victory sign just for a bit of flair. so it’s a lot of figuring out how to convey balance and weight and movement and personality :) start with exaggerating the pose - then you can create more and more dynamic art from there ^^

pushing and exaggerating applies to facial expressions, too! instead of merely drawing someone with a smile, try tilting their head a little sideways (and show how their hair might move as well bc of this), add some blush, raise their shoulders a bit, etc).

and i 100% recommend taking gesture drawing classes for dynamic poses ^^ there are a lot of artists who have draw-with-me tutorials on youtube, and i personally like to use line-of-action.com for timed sessions.

i hope this is helpful in even a little way—good luck on your drawing journey and remember to trust the process bc progress is def not linear as an artist but deliberate practice and studies WILL help you! <3

#asks #art #anon

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spawksstuff · 2 years ago

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De's Military Service

The National Archives and Records Administration is a great website for military records, especially old ones. Some have been digitized and some have not (and some were burned in a fire in 1973, presumably what happened to my great grandfather's records). I was searching for the two training films De was a part of besides "A Time To Kill" (I am determined to find them!) and decided to see if his record was on there, and sure enough it was. Even though it's a public website, I still blacked out De's Serial Number (his SSN was already blacked out) although I don't think anyone could do anything with it since its been so long and as he had no children, any potential VA benefits wouldn't be a factor today or in the future.

Draft Registration:

This address is right on the beach. His employer is "Cooper Arms" which is down the block from the residence address. Cooper Arms is where he got his elevator job. I don't know if this is before or after he crashed in their basement. He's 21 here, so this is sometime in 1941. Notice the signature on the bottom. The clerk most likely made him put in "Jackson" since that was his "official" name. Blue, Blonde, light complexion, and 150 lbs.

10 March 1943 Long Beach Press Telegram

The newspaper article where De got on the bus to go to Basic. (Mentioned in "From Sawdust to Stardust"). (Article was saved in my "military" folder instead of "newspapers", which is why it wasn't posted before.)

Payroll RAAF, Roswell NM 30 Apr 44

I don't know why this was included in his record, but I love finding records like this so I included it.

Going from left to right, 3 Mar 43 (date drafted). 0 is Years of Service (it's weird in the military: if you're in, but below 2 years, you're still considered having 0 years of service until you hit that 2 year mark, at least on pay records). With the comment under his name, it appears De stopped an allotment in February, and they are now reimbursing him for taking it after he wanted it stopped. If the codes are the same as today, an "F" Allotment is to a charity or emergency assistance fund. Blacked out is his Serial Number. The 6.60 is for an "N" Allotment which is life insurance. 3.75 is for "Class A pay reservations" which is a war bond as far as I can tell. 1.50 is for "Government Laundry."

In the second picture, I could not decode what the 10.35 was for (T/A). So he was due 65.65, but they collected the 1.50, leaving him with 64.15. He signed (with "Jackson" now) saying he received that money.

Separation 28 Jan 1946 -

After VE and VJ day, the First Motion Picture Unit was shut down and some of the unit was sent to Colorado to wait for their separation orders.

Separation Qualification Record

Lists his military jobs, basic information, and a summary of military occupations, which would likely have been useful for returning GIs to get a job doing something similar to what they did in the service, for example, radio technicians, communications, etc. The address on Normandie is where he and Carolyn started renting right before they got married.

Page 2 (Backpage), Military Education, Civilian Education and occupations. Again all of this would be helpful for returning GIs.

Honorable Discharge Certificate

WD AGO Form 53-55 - Official Separation Form

Basic information. Same address on Normandie as above. Blue eyes, but now Brown hair and weight is 165 (Guess 3 meals a day and all the PT helped him out 😂 Or Carolyn made him some good food 🤣). No. Depend-1, this is number of dependents, being spouse or children, or even at this time parents as the rules were more lax on supporting your parents.

Block 21 Civilian Occupation "Checker" - I'm unsure about this but according to "From Sawdust to Stardust" De told them he was an "entertainer." Box 35 is Immunizations, which continues in Box 55. I'm surprised by how late he got these. Perhaps the Army gave priority to those going overseas first and then the rest got them. Nowadays you get the majority at Basic Training if you don't already have them.

Served 2 years, 10 months, and 13 days, and was a Private First Class upon discharge. Reason for separation is basically "surplus." Pay Data was his final pay plus some travel money, and his insurance continued for another month.

Block 34, right thumb print. Box 55 Remarks: the continued immunizations. Inactive service is while he was waiting to board the bus to Basic, (the time between when he was notified he was drafted and the day he officially was).

The "6 Days lost" is throwing me. Usually "Days lost" means you weren't able to work because you made a bad choice (like you're hungover, or you did something incredibly stupid and hurt yourself, causing hospitalization, or you didn't show up for most of your shift) but I can't see De being too hungover to work or not showing up. However, there is the story of him, George Reeves, and another soldier getting lost in Colorado, pushed a car into the nearby town, and when they couldn't get the hotel owner to open up, they broke in and slept on the floor. They were drunk after drinking a bottle of bourbon trying to stay warm. The sheriff came by and took them to jail for the night. There's also the story of George Reeves getting recognized in Colorado at a hotel and decided not to spend the night because he got mobbed (De was with him). A sheriff pulled them over for something and decided to put them in jail for the night. I don't know if these two stories are the same or not, one was in the book and one was in a newspaper article, but if it made them late or made them miss a shift, that would count as being absent, (but not AWOL, which would have been much more serious). Also I don't know if the furlough time was considered "lost time". It's possible all of this was and it added up to the 6 days.

The 4 Discharge Emblems were pins issued to be worn on the uniform once someone was discharged. Since there was a clothing shortage, service members were authorized to wear their uniforms even after they were discharged (mostly while traveling home). The Discharge Emblem proved that they weren't away from their unit, that they were allowed to be wherever they were. ASR score was a rating given to service members to list who got discharge papers first.

De signed and he was now a Veteran and a civilian. Back to Carolyn at Normandie and Paramount.

#deforest kelley #militaryservice #this concludes our history lesson on WWII Documents #well De's military documents #fascinating

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chrisframeofficial · 3 months ago

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Carnival Cruise Line Launches Newly Rebranded P&O Ships

Carnival Cruise Line has officially marked an expansion of its Australian operations with the debut of two newly rebranded vessels, Carnival Adventure and Carnival Encounter. The ships are now commencing their maiden voyages having recieved a modest refit in Melbourne following the closure of P&O in Australia.

Carnival Adventure made a notable arrival into Sydney Harbour on 28 March 2025, greeted by traditional maritime salutes, including water displays from tugboats. This event celebrated the 109,000 gross ton cruise ship's introduction into the Carnival fleet.

The two ships, formerly known as Pacific Adventure and Pacific Encounter under the P&O Cruises Australia banner, have undergone a refit to incorporate some of Carnival Cruise Line's signature offerings while retaining some popular features from their P&O days.

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Speaking at the event aboard Carnival Adventure, Carnival Cruise Line President Christine Duffy highlighted the significance of this expansion for Carnival cruising, noting the move underscores Carnival's commitment to the Australian cruise market as the only year-round global cruise brand in the local market.

This expansion follows the recent closure of the P&O Cruises Australia brand after 92 years of local cruising. It consolidates Carnival Corporation's presence in the region under the Carnival Cruise Line name.

Carnival now operates three ships year-round from Australian homeports: Carnival Adventure and Carnival Splendor from Sydney, and Carnival Encounter from Brisbane. Luminosa also runs seasonal cruises from Brisbane.

The company anticipates carrying over 500,000 passengers in Australia throughout 2025, departing from Sydney and Brisbane.

The newly rebranded Carnival Adventure and Carnival Encounter feature a blend of new Carnival experiences and retained P&O favourites, and it was noted that around 96% of P&O crew have stayed on with Carnival after the transfer.

New Carnival Experiences Include:

Hub App: A digital platform for guests to manage their onboard experience, including dining and excursion reservations, guest communication, and accessing dining information.

VIFP Club: Carnival's global loyalty program offering exclusive benefits and promotions to its members.

Carnival’s Fun Squad: An entertainment team delivering a variety of activities, from comedy and trivia to deck parties and games, aiming to create a lively onboard atmosphere.

Free Daily Pizza: Complimentary pizza service available daily between 11 am and 4 pm.

Seuss at Sea: Themed activities and character experiences inspired by Dr. Seuss.

Carnival Activities: Such as Build-A-Bear workshops, the Conga for Kids dance party, and 80s Rock and Glow nights.

Some P&O Favourites Retained:

Byron Beach Club: An exclusive, resort-style retreat area for guests seeking a premium experience.

EDGE: Adventure activities including a zipline, walk the plank, and rock climbing.

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The Pride of the Navy

Chapter 4: The Grand Canyon

Summary: Test simulations and tested friendships headline the show

Warnings: Cursing, insults

Another obscenely long shower was on Quinlan’s to-do list. Partially due to Quin waking up unbearably early even before her alarm, and partially that even after sleeping for eight solid hours, Quin still felt as tired as she did leaving base the previous day. The hot water flicked down her back as her shoulders screamed at her for the two hundred pushups she was forced to do. After what felt like an hour, she got out and went on with her morning routine, finally grabbing her silver aviators before leaving her front door, jumping into her impala.

Quinlan was in her car, no music playing for the fact it required too much energy to even listen to. After the end of training yesterday, she and Phoenix walked together toward their cars in silence, each other being there just to know that whatever the fresh hell they just went through, they weren’t alone. That’s when they both overheard none other than Hangman, with an accompanying Coyote, near the Top Gun graduates' photos, point out a familiar name. Except it wasn’t under the grad class of twenty-ten but under the class of nineteen-eighty-six.

“Bradshaw. As I live and breathe.” The signature ‘Jake “Hangman” Seresin’ smirk plastered on his face. Quinlan knew exactly who he was pointing at, all blood feeling like it drained from her limbs. Although Quin elected to ignore what she had heard she hoped, silently praying, Hangman would be a gentleman for once in his life and ignore the history he stared at. But hope could only go so far, and she knew whatever Hangman had just learned wasn’t going to end well.

Quinlan walked into base, parked closer to hangar 7 than the previous day, and accidentally right next to the iconic antique Bronco of Bradley Bradshaw. Coincidentally, totally. Seeing about half of the aviators seated, Quin took the same spot she was in before, but only Bob behind her so far.

“How’d you sleep, Bobby boy?” Quin tried not to portray her tiredness so obviously through her tone of voice, but damn, it was hard. Bob just tilted his head at the new nickname.

“Like I was dead. But apparently not dead enough to feel rested.” Quin agreed with every word. That was the deepest she’d slept since probably she was born, but dear god did she need more sleep. Phoenix sauntered into the hangar, looking convincingly rested, even suspiciously so. She glanced at Rooster, whose head was resting against his desk, arms limp at his sides since before Quin had walked in and sat down. Quin had an amused look while staring at the obviously sleep-deprived man, matching Phoenix, and Bob. Only difference? Quin spoke before she could stop herself.

“D’ya sleep well, sport?” At such a depressing-looking sight, Quinlan couldn’t help herself as she spoke, voice overflowing with sarcasm. What did she get in return? A shocked look from Bob, an amused headshake from Phoenix, and an earth-shattering glare from Rooster, which confirmed the thought that if he wasn’t so tired, Quin would most certainly be dead.

Maverick had walked through the doors and Rooster wanted to either punch someone, cry, or leave. Given none of those was an option without mostly severe consequences, he sat up, tried to look like he didn’t want to commit murder of the third degree, and stared at the screen ahead. Maverick assessed the group, looking almost just as sleep-deprived as them. The screen lit up, with bright digital lights saying, ‘TIME ON TARGET -3:00:00’.

“Time…” Maverick nodded his head towards the screen, “is your greatest enemy.” Quin shared a quiet sigh with Phoenix, and the lesson was off.

“Phase one of the mission will be a low-level ingress attacking in two plane teams.” Maverick pointed to the new map layout on the screen, a canyon colored by green lines, a warped grid showing the depth. “You’ll fly along this narrow canyon to your target.” A quiet ‘what the fuck’ left Quin’s mouth, Rooster barely nodding in response.

“Radar-guided surface-to-air missiles defend the area. These SAMs… they’re lethal. But they were designed to protect the skies above, not the canyon below.” Maverick saw the nerves on every pilot in front of him, knowing he’d be in the same position if he was the student instead of the teacher.

“That’s because the enemy knows no one is insane- “An interjection from none other than Quin, “Or stupid.” “Enough to try and fly below them.” Maverick gave the two a look, what that look meant, Rooster nor Quinlan could decipher.

“That’s exactly what I’m gonna train you to do.” Looking more widely at that class, versus the two pilots in the front row, Maverick continued with mission details.

“On the day, your altitude will be one hundred feet, maximum.” Yep, it was confirmed, this was gonna be a suicide mission.

“You exceed this altitude, radar will spot you, and you’re dead.” The nonchalant tone in his voice truly unsettled every flier’s thoughts. Someone wasn’t coming back.

“Your air speed will be six hundred sixty knots. Maximum. Time to target, two and a half minutes. That’s because fifth-generation fighters wait at an air base nearby. In a head-to-head with these planes in your F-18s… Again, you’re dead. That’s why you need to get in, hit your target, and be gone before these planes even have a chance of catching you.” Good Lord, Jesus Christ above, or whoever the fuck resided in the heavens, needed to bless this mission personally at this point. But Maverick wasn’t done talking.

“This makes time your greatest adversary. You’ll fly a route in your NAV system that simulates the canyon. The faster you navigate this canyon, the harder it will be to stay under the radar of these enemy SAMs.” Not a single one of them was ready for this. Not even the flying legend, Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, himself.

“The tighter the turns, the more intensely the force of gravity on your body multiplies. Compressing your lungs, forcing the blood from your brain, impairing your judgment, and reaction time.” That much they all knew, but what they didn’t, is just how many times this mission would induce that bone-crushing weight.

“For this training; max ceiling three hundred feet. Time to target, three minutes. Good luck.” And boy, oh, boy, did they need it. Gathering themselves on the way to the locker rooms, the chosen twelve could only hope to grasp the importance of this mission. Quinlan followed the majority, her, and Bob lagging towards the back of the group. Some of the pilots looked as ready as ever, insert Hangman here, and some looked ready to shit themselves, example, Fritz. Phoenix and Quin separated from the mass amounts of testosterone, going to the female locker room.

“Cas…” Neither Phoenix nor Quin were people who easily showed emotion, but with one word Quin knew they had the same thought. Neither of them was ready for what was to come. Training was one thing, but the ever-looming mission date was another.

“Cas. Do you honestly think half of us can do this? We are all cocky motherfuckers but saying and actually doing are two very, very different things.” Not many saw it, but Natasha Trace worried about anything and everything. After all, it wasn’t just her in her plane she had to worry about. Another human being, in this case Robert Floyd, trusted her with their life. Trusting her to bring them back to their family, safe and all in one piece. And that is why Quinlan opted to fly solo. Making sure she didn’t die was enough, looking after a second life? No, thank you.

“Nix, you are one of the best pilots I know, and so are most of these other guys. If anyone can fly this mission successfully, it's one of us.” In her head, Quin had already been analyzing everyone’s flight habits, seeing who would, and subsequently wouldn’t, make the cut. But flying a new course with new parameters? Every previous thought went into the trash.

“Come on, Nix. We gotta get back to the hangar.” On the outside, Quinlan was calm and collected, but inside? She felt like a cat-five hurricane ready to decimate the coast. Swirling in circles of intense emotion, the deep corner of her mind that housed her unseen feelings taking a beating like rough waves on the rocks, the bottle of containment slowly crumbling. And those were the last words Quin spoke before Phoenix was up in the air with Coyote. All the aviators were gathered in the small green room, gathered around the radio. Some sat on stools, some leaning on the bar-like counter, but all intently listening to the plane comms.

“Time to target is one minute thirty, we are two seconds behind, increase to four eighty knots.” Bob’s voice, always sounding somehow mathematical, sounded, the for the first time since pre-flight check.

“We gotta move, Coyote!” Phoenix urged, earning confirmation from the single pilot, only to be followed by Phoenix’s curse. Quinlan looked around the room at the other aviators, masking her worry to analyze the others. Rooster, standing as far away from her as he possibly could, clenched his jaw as his eyebrows furrowed. Hangman looked as disinterested as possible, a few of the others showing small indications of worry just like Rooster. Next up, was Payback and Fanboy, ever so unluckily accompanied by Hangman. All huddled once more around the radio, Quin and Bob shared a concerned look, because who could possibly fathom what shit the resident cocky pilot Lieutenant Seresin was going to pull.

“Hangman, ease up! The canyon is getting tighter-“Payback, a talented pilot but nonetheless flying with Hangman, spoke worriedly with the strain evident in his voice.

“Negative, Payback. Increase your speed.” The smirk could almost be seen through the comms. Quin just knew his pearl-white teeth were glinting in the sun’s glare, at the expense of his fellow pilot.

“Of fucking course.” A disappointed but expectant sigh left Quin’s mouth after she heard Bob speak, many of the other fliers nodded in agreement, or gave small words of similar thought. Rooster just clenched his fist, the anger seeping into his hazel eyes. If asked, Quinlan would contest the fact she studied his every move, but old habits die hard. After another few seconds of Payback and Fanboy yelling at the resident asshole to slow down, they slammed into the imaginary canyon wall, signifying the end of their run. Up next? Quinlan, Omaha, and Fritz. Well, here they went.

“Cas, good luck.” Bob gave a curt nod, his hand squeezing her shoulder. Phoenix nodded, even Rooster sparing her a quick glance. That was new… But alas, off she went, her plane engine revving to life with the force equivalent to Zeus’ tantrums.

“Y’all boys ready?” Quin was confident in her flying abilities, but this course was probably nothing any Navy fighter pilot had flown. She was just lucky if she made it to target. To her? Didn’t matter how long it took. Quinlan squeezed the mismatched dog tags in her pocket, those being her good luck charm. And so, they reached the start of the course.

“Your time starts now.” Maverick’s voice spoke in their ears, confirming the time was ticking. Each corner she turned, the weight on her lungs increased, and the blood in her head did the opposite.

“Cas! We are ten seconds behind schedule, we are running out of time! Increase speed to five hundred knots!” Omaha spoke with a tone of concern, but time didn’t matter right now. At least, not to Quin.

“Negative increase, Omaha! We can make up time elsewhere, canyon’s getting tighter!” Her tone was firm, no room for re-negotiation. Once Quin’s mind was made, it was hard to change. With less and less space, it felt like the wings on her plane were scratching the imaginary walls of the canyon. Surprisingly, it was possible to feel claustrophobic on an imaginary track and Quinlan felt it.

“Casper, you’re slowing down! Oh, fuck!” Fritz’s voice rang in Quin’s ears. They had gone above the max ceiling.

“God damnit!” The curse slipped quickly from Quin’s lips, her quiet demeanor crumbling in seconds. By the time Quin made it back to the green room, Rooster was up in the air. Quin was beyond frustrated, purely with herself. She was the reason her wingman was dead. She unconsciously slowed down. Hypothetically, Fritz and Omaha were dead. Her fault. A hand rested on her shoulder, the figure behind her.

“You did good Cas, made it the farthest out of all of us.” Bob’s words of reassurance did absolutely nothing for her frustration but were apricated anyways. Bob received a small nod, one of acknowledgement but nothing more, and he returned to his spot next to Phoenix. Rooster was getting told to increase his speed, just like Quin was told, except, he was double the time Quinlan was behind by. In the corner, Hangman huffed a short laugh,

“Looks like we got two slow pokes on our team.” A few of the other cocky pilots chuckled with Hangman, imitating the way he said two like fucked up parrots.

“Zip it, flyboy. Hope your wingmen enjoy being dead for the sake of your ignorance.” Quin sneered, her voice like poison. Quin was normally quiet, saying a few sarcastic phrases here and there, mainly her bell necklace being her voice, giving away her head shakes and movements, but not today. Today she was pissed, at herself mainly, and was in absolutely no mood to take Hangman’s shit.

“Ooo, did I hit a nerve, kitten?” The smirk still rested on his face, well that was until Quinlan lunged. Thankfully, for Hangman’s sake at least, both Phoenix and Bob restrained her shoulders, and Hangman’s now deemed bodyguard, Coyote, stood in front of the pilot.

“The kitty has claws…” The smirk gone, but a small smile in its place still irked Quinlan to no end, but Phoenix spoke before she could.

“Another word, and I stop holding her back.” By now everyone had stopped paying attention to the radio, not realizing Rooster had made it to target, even if it was a minute late. Nor did anyone hear Captain Mitchell open the door to the green room, seeing the room separated.

“What the hell happened.” Maverick demanded, more confused than anything else.

“An egotistical asshole with a mouth even more full of shit than his daddy’s ass kissing list.” Hangman’s eyes widened, nostrils flaring in anger. He usually didn’t care what people said to him, but discounting what he had to do to get where he was? That made him angry. Even Phoenix was surprised when those words left Quin’s mouth, even if they did without her thinking, and if Rooster had heard it he would be too.

“Both of you, cool it. Before you two decide to commit murder, we need to go through critiques.” That was all Maverick could muster, given he had absolutely no fucking clue how to handle them.

“I’m cool of you’re cool, Kitty.” And the smirk was back. Hangman had moved closer to Quinlan’s face, her anger dissipating inwardly to pure fatigue. The nickname was one Phoenix’s old wizzo used to all her, because of her collar like necklace, but hearing it leave Hangman’s mouth, she was deeply angered.

“Watch it, Bagman. I bite.” Quinlan snapped her jaw up, biting air, her teeth clacking together. Hangman exhaled through his nose, and Quin was the first to leave the room, Bob and Phoenix hot on her heels, walking passed a slightly shocked Mav in the process. Once far enough away from the others the burning question was asked.

“What in the hell was that!” Quinlan couldn’t tell if Phoenix was upset, impressed, or both. Quin shrugged.

“Got tired of Hangman talking shit, ts’all.” Quin lied through her teeth, having taken her frustration out of the suspiciously ken doll like aviator and with that, Phoenix knew that was all she was getting from Quin. With a concerned glance at Bob, the three continued back to the hangar for their so-called flight critiques. Once back, Rooster was already in his seat, having gone straight there. As more of them filed in, he felt like he missed something. Especially once he saw Hangman glaring at the back of Quin’s head. Turning back towards Phoenix and Bob, Rooster asked them a question.

“What the fuck did I miss…?” His confusion, yet inability to consider asking the quiet pilot next to him made Phoenix roll her eyes.

“Not now, Rooster. Why don’t you ask Cas later.” Her tone was clipped, words short, not looking forward for what was to come.

“Now for your critiques…” Mav walked up the center isle from behind them all, and this right here, was the absolute last thing every single aviator in the hangar needed at that moment. But they didn’t ever get to choose what they needed; the Navy made those choices for them.

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Y/N is about to find out exactly how much trouble she’s in… no warnings for this part (yet)

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You swim up through the layers of sleep slowly, groggily, wincing at the bright light filtering through a gap in the curtains. It's strangely bright for saying how early it is...

Hold on... what time is it?

You open one eye, grimacing as the full effect of your hangover hits you like a sledgehammer square on in the face. You certainly didn't need this today of all days.

Then you catch sight of the digital display on your alarm clock and your heart practically stutters to a stop. In your inebriated state you'd passed out without setting it to wake you up in plenty of time to make it to your morning lecture on time.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" You curse with growing intensity, jumping up out of bed and stubbing your toe hard on the leg of your desk as you hurriedly rush to the shower.

You're a whirlwind of energy getting ready, somehow still managing to look presentable albeit a little flustered as you arrive breathless and flushed at the lecture theatre, pausing to listen at the door as you curl your fingers around the handle. Van's in full flow, you can hear the deep tone of his voice as he addresses the class, but then you are fifteen minutes late... at least. He's going to be livid. But maybe the fact that you've submitted your essay early will go some way to placating him.

You take a deep breath before you pull open the door and slip inside.

"Miss Y/L/N... kind of you to grace us with your presence finally."

His tone is condescending and there's a few hushed whispers and giggles from your class mates but apart from that the room is silent as fifty pairs of eyes turn to look at you. You smile awkwardly, your bottom lip catching between your teeth as you look at Van from across the room, trying to weigh up exactly how much trouble you're in.

"I'm really sorry... I just... I was errr... I stayed up late... working on your essay."

You add the last few words proudly, hoping your efforts have pleased him and he'll go easy on you.

Unfortunately for you, this doesn't seem to be the case. His eyes are blazing harshly even though a hint of a smirk plays at the corners of his mouth. As usual he looks disarmingly gorgeous in that casually understated way of his. He's wearing a checked shirt and his signature skinny black jeans. His hair falls forward on to his face and you watch as he sweeps it back with a hand.

"Your... essay?"

He says the word slowly, questioningly, which instantly makes you nervous. Maybe you didn't actually submit it. You were sure you'd pressed 'send', but then after the amount of alcohol you'd consumed last night anything is possible.

"Yeah," you say uneasily, edging towards the back of the lecture room where you've spotted an empty seat. "You did get it didn't you?"

"Oh yeah I got it alright. It made for very interesting reading actually. I'll be needing you to expand on some points you made though. We can do that after you've enlightened me on why you seem to think it's acceptable to disrupt my lectures by showing up late every single time. Come to my office straight after class, okay?"

He holds your gaze whilst you slide into the vacant seat, a look on his face that sets you on edge. You've never been summoned to his office before and you start to internally panic. Maybe your bad attitude and persistent tardiness have earned you a formal disciplinary this time. Nerves jangle in your gut and linger there throughout the whole lecture, making it impossible for you to concentrate.

"Five minutes Y/N... my office. I'll be waiting."

That's Van's parting words as he brings the lecture to a close, fixing you with a stern look before he pushes through the door, leaving you feeling anxious and jumpy.

"Good luck Y/N, I think you're gonna need it! McCann looks well pissed off with you."

A gleefully teasing voice sounds from your right as you start to pack your textbooks away into your bag.

You turn to see Erica standing there. She's a model student, consistently gaining the highest grades on every piece of work, always on time and ready to contribute insightful thoughts in class discussions. In fact she's everything that you're not, and her blatant smugness causes your already frayed nerves to increase.

"Mind your own business Erica," you snap at her.

"Your days are numbered, I'm telling you!" She sniggers spitefully.

Five minutes later you find yourself standing outside Professor McCann's office, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, your hand raised up and poised, ready to knock and alert him to your presence. Your heart's racing and you take a few deep breaths to try and calm yourself down. If you're about to be given a formal warning or even worse have your studies terminated, you want to try and fight your corner calmly and objectively. Show Van that you can change and that he should give you another chance.

And you're going to do this on your academic merits this time. Absolutely no flirting or immoral seduction tactics. None. None at all.

Your knock rings out loudly in the empty corridor and there's a slight delay before a deep voice emanates from behind the door, urging you to 'come in'.

You creak open the door to see Van sat behind his desk, arms folded in front of him on the desktop. It's not a welcoming pose and your heart sinks. Maybe Erica was right. You close the door behind you and step forwards tentatively as Van gestures to the seat opposite him across the desk.

"Sit down Y/N."

As you take a seat he leans back, reclining in his chair, his eyes flicking down to take all of you in. True to form you're not dressed conservatively. You're proud of your figure and a firm believer in the saying 'if you've got it, flaunt it.' Today that means a tight-fitting tank top and a tiny pleated skirt that's bordering on indecent. When you're sat opposite Van like you are now you can only imagine the view that he'd get if you uncrossed and crossed your legs. You do it anyway, taking your time, satisfied to see his gaze lingering a little too long where it shouldn't.

"Am I in trouble Sir?"

You make sure to add a little emphasis to the last word, recalling his instruction from the day before. A show of his authority which did more to encourage you than caution you, a hint of dominance that set your pulse racing.

What the fuck are you doing Y/N?

Your mind chastises you, but you ignore it. All good intentions go out of the window when you're face to face with Van. You just can't help yourself.

Whether or not your brazen display has had the desired effect remains to be seen as Van's eyes travel back up to meet yours, his expression unreadable.

You start to worry that you're taking things too far and any further sleazy manoeuvres on your part might worsen your situation so you straighten your posture, smoothing your skirt down, your knees firmly pressed together. Chastely.

"Well... that remains to be seen. I think we need to discuss this essay of yours.”

There it is again. A flavour of something in his words that you can't quite fathom. Maybe your imagined prowess in forming a notable piece of work isn't as strong as you think. You shift in your seat, uncomfortable.

"Was there something wrong with it?"

A loud laugh erupts from him suddenly and his misplaced humour in this situation surprises you. This is worse than you thought. You're not only failing due to your bad attitude but you're incompetent too. Any little confidence you had starts to seep quickly away.

"I worked really hard on it as well," you mumble, casting your eyes downwards to your hands which are clasped in your lap.

"I'm sure you did. But I think it's time you stopped playing these games with me... I mean it. If you push me too far I will have to teach you how to behave..."

What?

His stern tone causes you to look up and your breath catches in your throat at the intensity in his glare. It's not anger though. There's a barely contained kind of hunger there that sends a spike of heat through you. He leans forward, planting his hands on the desk. The very same desk you've fantasised about him doing all sorts of things to you on.

"What do you mean?"

Your voice comes out small, uneasy despite the fact that your lower body is now pulsing with desire. The air in the small office is so thick with tension that it's palpable.

"Don't act all innocent," he says, and you watch as he prises open the MacBook on his desk, jabbing at the keys. "Like I said before, I can't just ignore this kind of behaviour."

As he speaks he starts to slide the open laptop around so that the screen faces you. You can see an open document but the type is too small to read from your current position so you lean forward in your seat, narrowing your eyes.

FUCK...

That's when the realisation of your mistake hits you. You never submitted your essay. You sent Van the wrong document.

Your cheeks flush the deepest shade of crimson and your heart starts stuttering in pure shock and mortification.

You're so flustered that you don't even realise that Van's risen up out of his seat and walked around the desk to come and stand behind you until you feel his breath warm on your neck as he leans right over you, hands on the back of your chair.

"This is... there's been a mistake... this isn't... this isn't my essay..." you say, your voice a whisper, squirming in your seat from a combination of your embarrassment and his sudden proximity.

"No shit!" He chuckles softly. He's so close you can feel his hair tickling your neck. "I don't think I'm ever gonna be able to look at this desk in the same way after reading all that."

You giggle nervously. Your palms feel damp with perspiration and you wipe them against the sides of your skirt, wondering what happens next. He's so near that if you turned your head just slightly he'd be close enough to kiss...

"What are you going to do?"

You realise you're holding your breath, waiting for his answer. Your heart's beating so hard you feel faint.

"Hmm... I don't know. What do you think I should do? You've been a very bad girl."

His words set off a throb between your legs and you press your thighs together. You've no doubt that he knows exactly what he's doing to you. His breathing sounds deep and heavy in your ear.

You consider whether he's testing you but the notion's only fleeting. You're too turned on to think about this rationally and consider consequences. You want him so badly and all you can think about is how it's going to feel when he puts his hands on you.

This is your chance.

"Maybe you do need to teach me a lesson," you say quietly, your cheeks aflame.

"Is that so?" He breathes, and this time his lips actually brush your neck, sending a shiver through you.

"Yes Sir..."

He doesn't hesitate. "On your feet Y/N."

You do as he instructs, rising up slowly, still facing away from Van. He drags the chair away, stepping closer, and you feel his fingers curl around your hips a second before his body meets yours.

His head's bent low so he can whisper in your ear as he gently propels you forward until you come to a stop, the desk pressing into you mid-thigh.

"Do you realise how much I've dreamt about this? Every lecture... it's been like torture. I've been trying so hard to be so professional, but every time I see you all I can think about is fucking you. And now I know you feel the same way..."

His confession stuns you but you don't say anything, you just wait, anticipating his next move, tension rippling through you as he carries on, one of his hands gliding down your hips until it comes to a stop at the hem of your skirt.

"And it's wrong... I know it's wrong... but I can't help it. Fuck... the things I wanna do to you... you have no idea..."

Your legs feel weak, your head in a spin. You want him. You want him more than you've ever wanted anyone.

This is really happening...

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