#i have been... so low energy lately. a lot of things catching up to me. AND with whats happening tomorrow...

[kimuzostar]

YOU CAN'T HIDE ii

⊱ bountyhunter!terry x black fem reader ⊰ ⊱ warnings: 18+, smut, degradation kink, pregnancy scare, mention of clinic visit, slight choking, stalking aspects, slight dom!terry and more i forgot ⊰ ⊱ probably the last part for this, i don't know... writing smut scares me because i'm bad at it ⊰ enjoy

A few weeks have passed of you being on the run. The media coverage of the robbery had died down; yet you were still on edge. 

Not about the robbery but about him.

“When I catch you again, I won’t be as nice.”

 His words replayed over and over in your head. You felt them deep in your stomach, just like his di-

No, no, no. You will not allow a man to be the proprietor of your downfall. 

After he left, you gathered your things and immediately headed for the nearest bus station. You brought a ticket to Arondale, another small town about four hours away. You needed to put distance between the two of you. 

As you boarded the bus, you had an eerie feeling of being watched. You turn and see a truck. His truck. 

Its lights cut on and it rapidly sped off in the opposite direction. 

You let out a sigh of relief. 

Now you could live in peace….. or so you thought. 

You were currently bent over the toilet of your dingy motel room. The entire contents of your stomach emptied out before you. 

For the last 5 or so days, you’ve been unable to hold down any food, certain smells cause you to gag, and you’ve been over emotional about every little thing. 

The tenant next door was not being of any help as he didn’t seem to know how to lower his volume. Constantly playing loud music and talking loudly. Every time you went to complain, he would get quiet and not answer his door. 

The one time you did see him, his back was turned to you as he got in his car. You wish you would’ve saw his face so you could flip it off. 

You were trying not to think the worst, brushing it off to a persistent stomach bug. But your period was late and that wasn’t making anything more comforting. 

“There’s no fucking way!”, you whisper to yourself. 

There’s no way you could possibly be pregnant by a man you don’t even know. A man whose face you’ve never even seen. You didn’t need any of this right now. 

Gathering yourself, you pull up to look in the mirror. Your curly hair wild, eyes shadowed with bags and your plump lips were chapped. You were a mess. 

You needed a pregnancy test. There was a small market across the street. You gathered your jacket and headed out. 

-

The market was stocked; having every essential one might need. 

You grabbed a buggy. You were going to get everything you needed so if you get the worst, you wouldn’t have to come out for a while. 

As you turn down one of the aisles, you bump into someone. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t see you,” you say. 

Looking up, you see it’s your loud next door tenant. He’s wearing shades with the biggest shit eating grin on his face. A perfect set of 32s. 

“That’s no bother, just don’t do it again,” he replies. 

Already aggravated, you didn’t have the energy to play into his games. You continue along the aisle, paying him no more attention. 

Scanning the items, you finally find what you’re looking for; a clear blue pregnancy test. You grab it, biting your lower lip out of nervousness. 

Taking a step backwards, you run into what feels like a brick wall. A pair of arms surround you, the hands covering yours over the test. They lift them so the owner can take a closer look. 

“A pregnancy test. Who dis fa?”, the person says. 

You push back, turning to see who it is. 

It’s the tenant again. 

“Don’t fucking touch me and it’s none of your fucking business.”

He laughs, taking off his shades to get a better look at you. 

“I think it’s a lot of my business considering I could be a daddy.”  

Fuck, those eyes. 

It was him. The bounty hunter. 

Terry stood before you, smiling so big that his eyes disappeared. His hair was cut low, his skin bronzed by the sun. 

He was beautiful. 

You were frozen, unable to properly process what was going on. You wanted to run but your body wouldn’t move. You have many questions but your mouth wouldn’t move. 

“You look surprised. What’s wrong?”, he says jokingly. 

You finally get the push to speak. 

“You’re not the only person I’ve been with so you’re probably not the father”, you lie. 

Terry raises one of his eyebrows. “Is that so?”, he says. 

“Yes, so you can go away now”, you reply. 

“Nah, I’m curious about the results. Let's get back to your room”, he says walking towards the registers.

Your shoulders sunk. There was no way of this. 

-

Terry watched every step of you take your test; standing in the bathroom doorway like a bouncer. 

You avoided eye contact, feeling vulnerable about the current situation. 

“What does it say?”, he asks. 

“I don’t know, the instructions say there’s a 20 minute wait,” you reply. 

He sighs, looking up at the ceiling in thought. 

“What should we name it? I’m thinking Junior for a boy and Jasmi for a girl”, he says, smiling. 

You scoff. 

“You have lost your black ass mind if you think I’m having a baby with you. Plus, you don’t even know if this is your baby. The only thing I’m worried about is what clinic I need to go to”, you say. 

You peek at him through your lashes. He stood arms crossed, no longer smiling. You could cut the tension with a knife. 

“I’ve been watching you for weeks. There is no other man”, he says. 

“How did you find me? I left Springville weeks ago, it should’ve been impossible for you to find me here.”

Terry smiles, a laugh erupting deep from within his chest. 

“I never stopped following you, you’re just too fucking stupid to realize it. I followed your bus all the way here. I’ve been staying next door the whole time.”, he chuckles. 

You stood there dumbfounded. The clogs in your brain jammed and you were unable to produce a coherent thought. 

The loud music, the loud talking, the man entering the car. All him. 

“Are you actually insane? Do you not hear how ridiculous you sound? What’s not clicking?”, you say. 

Terry’s brows furrowed in genuine confusion. 

“Why are you so mad? I never told you I was going to leave you alone. I said when I catch you, not if I catch. You’re my problem until I feel you’re sorted out,” he says. “You were warned yet you still can’t hide.”

He stepped towards you. You step back and he follows you until you hit the wall. He leans down, his lips brushing your ear. You shiver at the contact. 

“Do I scare you?”, he asks, tracing a circle on your hip. 

Feigning dominance, you respond, “No, I’m not scared of you.”

You were definitely afraid of him. 

“I’m not afraid of a bubbling moron that goes around stalking people, unable to act like an adult,” you continue. 

You see Terry’s shoulders shake with a silent laugh. He pulls back, trailing the hand on your hip up to your neck. He wraps it around, squeezing slightly. You can feel your nipples harden through your shirt. 

”As long as you’re here, I won’t ever leave you alone. Deal with it”, he says. 

The statement causes you to look down at the floor. The thought of him bothering you forever was too much to bear. 

Terry lifts your chin so you can meet his eyes. You’re stuck, unable to look away; almost like you were being hypnotized. 

He kisses you, his mouth engulfing yours. His lips were so soft, citing a moan from you. His hands slide their way to your butt. He squeezes, pulling you flesh against his body. 

He picks you up, walking you over to the bed. He places you down, still not breaking the kiss. 

Your tongues fight for power, neither of you wanting to fall to the other. 

“Take these off”, he says tugging at your pants. 

You oblige, removing your shirt, pants and underwear. He does the same, allowing you to finally get a good look at his body. 

He was chiseled by the gods. His shoulders were large, coupled with a six pack and a deep v-line leading down to a hung dick. 

Terry hovers over you, settling his face in the crook of your neck to inhale your scent. His fingers begin to rub up and down your pussy, softly grazing over your clit. 

He plunges two fingers in you. He licks from your collarbone to the shell of your ear. He gives it a kiss. 

“Still as tight as last time. There’s no way somebody else been in here,” he teases in your ear. 

“Would’ve been better than you anyways,” you reply. 

Terry freezes. He pulls his fingers out of you, lifting his head up to stare in your eyes. The stoic expression is back. 

Uh oh. 

He sits back, using your hips to flip you on your stomach. His hands find your hair and he pushes your face into the mattress. He straddles you, his other hand on your back.  You can feel his dick resting on your ass. 

“I’ve been being really nice. I don’t appreciate all this back talk,” he says. 

“If you stop talking so much shit then maybe we wouldn’t have that problem,” you reply. 

Terry pushes you further into the mattress, leaning in closer to your face. 

“Apologize and mayb-“, he starts. 

“Fuck you”, you spit, cutting him off. 

With no warning, he slams into you, taking a pause so you can adjust around him. 

His grip loosens from your hair, wrapping it around to cover your mouth. He lowers the rest of his body on you, trapping you between him and the mattress. 

“You don’t know how to shut up and be a good girl. Always got that bitchy attitude. That’s ok, I can fix that”, he says with a smile. 

He begins to thrust into you, hard. The position made it feel like he was poking your lungs. 

“Can’t nobody fuck this pussy like I can.”

He would pull up, only leaving the tip; rolling his hips, before thrusting back in. He kept moving over your spot; it felt like scratching an itch slowly.

“Talking all that big shit, say something now,” he urges, removing his hand. 

All you could respond with was a moan. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t form any words. He was fucking you dumb. 

You began to pant, feeling out of breath; that familiar knot growing in your stomach. 

Terry shifts, the change of angle reaching a new dept within you. 

“Cumming,” you say with an exasperated sigh. He continued to fuck you through it, making it feel like it was going on forever. 

“That’s what I thought”, he says. 

Terry flips over to his side, taking you with him. He grabs the back of your knee, pulling it up to your ear. He slides back into you, feeling even deeper than before. 

“Ah, fuck, that feels so fucking good”, you say. 

“You are mine, this pussy is mine, all MINE. You belong to me,” he growls, planting a kiss on your knee.  

You nodded. The words sounding like music to your ears. If this was the kind of dick you’d get everyday, you thought it wouldn’t be too bad. Besides, you know he wasn’t going to leave you alone anytime soon. Especially if you had a baby on the way. 

“You will be a slut for me, whether you like it or not  

He kept slamming into, never letting up. His free hand grabs your neck, pulling you closer to his face. You felt the warmth of his breath on your skin. 

“I’m gonna cum again”, you say. 

“Let it go, wet that dick up”, he replies. 

With that, you let go, screaming to the heavens. Terry follows closely behind. You feel him tense up as he paints your walls white. 

The two of you are a mess of sweat and deep breaths. Terry pulls out of you, looking down at the art he created. He gives a playful slap to your ass cheek.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?”, he says.

You roll your eyes, getting a chuckle out of him. 

He gets up, heading to the bathroom to check on the test. 

“Oh look”, he says flashing it to you, “it’s negative”.

-

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[crows-home]

about to have one of the most taxing days tomorrow. nevertheless. we persist gamers 💪

[daydreams-after-dark]

"Stop Lift" button

NSFW // AU LEE KNOW FANFIC // female reader x Lee Minho spicy short story. Work colleagues to lovers.

You and Lee Know work together but when you find out he’s moved into the same apartment building as you things get steamy in the elevator

Approx 3.5k words

Warnings below

Warnings: elevator sex // oral sex (both rec) // unprotected vaginal sex // orgasms // dirty talk // names "slut", "whore" // nudity // masturbation // vibrators // panty fetish

You hop in the elevator of your apartment building and press the button for the 4th floor. It’s late afternoon, around 4pm, and you were able to get away from work a little earlier than usual. Well, actually you gave yourself a well deserved early mark because you had finally finished a project you'd been working on. It’d had taken you months. Months of brain energy, late nights and a shit load of coffee.

You're feeling so good that you'd decided to use the lift rather than climbing the stairs. The lift is unreliable at best. When it’s not breaking down, it’s slow and clunky and makes this weird whiny noise as it moves up and down the lift shaft. The stairs would have been quicker but hey, you have heels on, and you're wearing your new lavender knit wrap dress. It clings to all the right places. You feel like sex on legs. Someone who is sex on legs does not take the stairs. Right?

The lift doors haven’t even closed yet, it’s that fucking slow, and you catch sight of someone coming towards the lift. Damn it, it’s rare that you have to share a lift with anyone. How irritating.

Irritating until you catch sight of who is trying to get into the lift. Then it just turns horrifying. Oh my god! You almost die on the spot. It’s that Lee Minho from the accounts department at your work. Lee Minho that looked like he was going to eat you alive the first time he saw you two months ago. Lee Minho who you thought hated you and you hated him, but you ended up flirting your your ass off with at last weeks boozy karaoke night in the office.

Lee Minho that you snuck off with into a stationary storeroom and almost had sex with. “Do you like this, kitten.” He’d whispered in your ear when his hand slipped up your dress and gripped your ass. You could still feel his hands up your skirt now and you clenched at the memory. “You look so fucking tempting flirting with me like that?” He had growled low. “I could take you right now if you’ll let me, little kitten.” He’d stated as he fingered your pussy.

Who knows what would’ve happened if someone hadn’t set of a fire alarm and he was insistent that you had better evacuate.

It’s not that you wouldn’t consider going on a date with him, or fucking him in a work closet. It’s just work are gossips and you learned the hard way about the repercussions of sleeping with men at work.

But why the fuck is Lee Minho getting in the lift in your apartment building?

“Hold the lift” Minho says as he hurries inside, and you push the thoughts of him in a closet out of your head.

“You don’t need to hurry, this thing is slow. You’d be better to climb the steps.” you offer trying to be calm.

He turns to look at you and his eyes grow wide. “y/n!” He beams “I wasn’t expecting to run into you. Wow! Do you live here?”

I nod “Yep! I live in this shit hole. Wait. Why are you here?”

“I’m… we’ll,” he scratches his head “I’ve just moved in on level 3.” He smirked. “We’ll probably run into each other a lot.” He added with that eat-you-alive look all over his face.

You take in that new piece of information as he looks to the panel the floor numbers and presses the 3rd floor, and you try to sneakily check him out. Like you always do when he happens to be near you. No wonder you dry humped him in the cupboard. He is slim, but it’s obvious he is also strong and toned, and his light sandy brown hair falls around his face in quite an annoyingly attractive way.

“So… you never did answer me the other day.” He glanced at you and raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?” You are taken out of your thoughts.

“About sharing a meal with me. You never answered.”

That’s right, during the fiasco amongst the paper and paperclips he’d asked you out for a meal.

It’s only now that the doors finally close and the lift mechanisms kick into gear ready to take you up to our respective floors.

“Yes, I guess that would be okay.” It slips out of your mouth before you could stop it.

Minho suddenly turns to you and takes a step closer, giving you his full attention. Fuck he is beautiful. And deadly. His proximity is sparking arousal throughout your body, much like when you were drunk and you feel yourself getting wet.

“I…I just don’t know when would be convenient.” you say it quickly to distract yourself from the tension between your legs. The sexual energy between you is thick. He feels it too, you're sure of it. You automatically look down to his crotch to find he is hard. You can see the bulge under his navy trousers. God you'd love to let his cock free. You look back up to meet his dark gaze.

He comes closer now, like he is cornering his prey, closing in on you. The lift has only just passed level 1. Your breath hitches and your exhale is more of a shudder than anything else. You take a step back but you are now pushed against the wall, the hand rail pushing against your lower back.

Without breaking eye contact with you, Minho slams the “Stop Lift” button and the elevator grinds to a halt.

“Is this convenient, kitten?” He says bluntly, leaning in so he is merely centimeters from your face. You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to. You don’t want to.

“W-what do you mean?” you whisper. Your handbag falls to the carpeted floor, spilling half the contents out all over the place.

He rests his left arm on the wall beside your head and brings his right hand up to your jaw. With his index finger he traces your jawline delicately. Slowly. Dangerously. Then proceeds to trace his finger down the front of your neck towards your cleavage.

“Ah, I suppose I wasn’t entirely clear, sweetheart.” His finger reaches the top edge of the very low neckline of your dress and he rests his fingers on the top bulge of your breast. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly as your heart rate and breathing increase. He knows what he is doing to you.

“When I said share a meal with me,” he licks his lower lip hungrily and his eyes follow his hand as it slips down to the belt tie of your dress and resting there.

“I meant that you’re the meal.” He looks back up to you but his hand hasn’t moved.

“Would that be okay. Kitten?”

Sweet fucking Jesus! You try to remember to breathe.

Would it be okay? Right here in the lift?

In that moment you lost all sense of reason. A lift is much riskier than a cupboard, but this man is turning you on so much your brain is mush. Your mind flashes back to how Minho spoke to you in the cupboard, and how close you’d been to letting him fuck you while all your colleagues were merely metres away from you.

“Yes… it’s convenient.” Your voice sounds raspy.

You want to share everything you can with this sexy specimen. Right now.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here then?” Minho tugs at your dress’s tie-belt and it loosens easily. The knit fabric falling open to expose your bare skin and underwear. You hold your breath waiting for what he might do next.

“You’ve worn this for me?” He smirks, taking in the site of your lingerie and half naked body. “I saw you walking around the office today. I didn’t know what kind of slutty lingerie you had on, though. Hmm.” He resumes tracing your skin, this time skirting the hem of the top of your black satin push-up bra and then cupping your breast in his hand. Minho exhales sharply and takes both of his hands and drags them down your stomach as he sinks to his knees.

You grab the handrail that you've been pressed up against, and steady yourself. Minho’s fingers are now tracing over your teeny tiny black g-string.

“Ah, you’ve packaged this up nicely for me too. You’re such a whore. You were probably hoping I’d get to see this, huh?” His left hand reaches around to grasp your bare right cheek and begins to stroke his finger against your lips, still through the underwear. The satin fabric makes it easy to glide his finger up and down. You are sopping wet now and your body is aching to be penetrated.

You think he is going to slide your underwear down your legs, but instead he loops his finger around the underside and tugs it to the side.

With the thong out of the way, he slips a finger through your bare lips. You groan at the sensation. You are slick and slippery and it takes Minho no effort to slip a finger inside of you. You grip the handrail and throw your head back. It’s been so long since you've had a man do this to you.

“So fucking ready.” He comments. “It looks like you’ve got dinner all ready for me. Just for me. You’re whole fucking outfit, these heels,” he gestures to your shoes, “the black lingerie. It’s like you knew I would be devouring you today.” He pumps his fingers in and out of you and squeezes your ass hard. You gasp with the sudden forcefulness.

“You don’t want to let your dinner get cold then.” you challenge him, you're dying for his face to be buried in your pussy.

Minho growls. Your bold remark spurs him on and the next thing you know his face is between your legs, his tongue presses up against your clit. He is not gentle, but this is not the time for that. You are hungry and ravenous too and you want it hard and dirty. Delicate just won’t cut it.

From the way Minho is ravishing you it appears he hasn’t eaten in a month! His grunts and enthusiasm makes you feel delicious.

You continue to hold the handrail and he forces one of your thighs over his shoulder, propping you up and allowing him more access. His tongue slips inside you now.

You realise that you haven’t actually touched him at all yet. You want to suck his cock. You've decided. Even though you haven’t reached an orgasm, you unhook your leg from Minho’s shoulder and guide him back to standing.

“Wait, why did you take my dinner away? Kitten?” he demands, diving in to nip at your neck, his hands all over you. You can smell your wetness on his breath. You wonder if he is going to kiss you.

You push him off you and give him a seductive look. You bite your lip as you cast your eyes down to his jeans. You definitely want to suck his cock.

You begin to undo the button on his trousers, and ever so slowly unzip his fly. You pull his pants and boxers down just enough so that you can release his cock. It’s your turn to slink down to your knees and you're now face to face with his enormous, hard, throbbing erection. You clasp a hand around his shaft and position yourself to take him in your mouth. You begin by licking the pre-cum off the tip and his cock twitches. Minho sucks his breath through his teeth.

“That’s it kitten.” He encourages. You sink your mouth down around his cock and take it as far back as you can. You can’t get all of him in your mouth. You haven’t mastered deep throating, so you have to rely on your tongue and hand technique.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” you must be doing okay then. “You’re such a dirty slut kneeling on this filthy floor with cock in your mouth.”

Oh you like this dirty talk. You increase your pace and allow yourself to become more aggressive, needy and messy. You let saliva run down your hand as you stroke him and you moan and hum like it’s the best dick you've ever tasted. It is the best dick you've ever tasted.

Minho grabs the back of your head, tangling his fingers through your hair and forces you to hold steady as he begins to fuck your face. He grunts and moans with each thrust. Your eyes become watery and he is careful not to go any deeper than what you can handle. You dig your nails of your other hand into his ass and he growls like some sort of wild animal. His erection is so hard and swollen in your mouth that you're sure he is going to come any moment. You are about to pump him harder when suddenly he pulls out of your mouth and lifts you back off the floor pushing you hard against the wall where you started. Hooking an arm under each of your thighs he lifts you to perch on the handrail, your dress hanging open and slipping off a shoulder.

He aggressively and passionately gropes your breasts with one hand, holding you in place with his other. Finally, he grabs your face and forcefully, greedily, smashes his mouth against yours. You open your mouth for his tongue and he obliges you with a deep, erotic kiss. You can taste yourself mingled with mint, his tongue dancing with yours.

This sends your vagina crazy. Fuck me already you think.

As if reading your thoughts, Minho pulls back enough to reach down to your g-string and literally rips one side, then the other, angry that it dared to be there.

Now you're truly exposed. You hold onto his shoulders and he comes in close between your legs, and with one hand pinning you in place, he grips his cock with his other, and directs the head to push against your entrance. You need it so bad. You are on the verge of begging him to fuck you now.

His jaw hangs slack and his tongue pokes out the side of his mouth as he watches the tip of his cock rub up and down your lips, which is fucking dripping now. He slides it up through your lips once, twice, and then thrusts himself all the way inside of you in one motion. You cry out as you feel like you’ve been split in two as his hips meet your body. Minho pauses for a moment to let you adjust to him being inside of you.

“You’re dying for cock aren’t you? Look how well you take me. So greedy for my dick.” He leans his forehead against yours. “Are you ready to have your brains fucked out?”

He starts to thrust in and out of you at a forceful pace.

“You know, Minho,” you pant, “I think you might be the slut. So desperate to fuck a woman in a filthy elevator”.

That was enough to tip Minho over the edge. With both arms hooked under each of your legs, he digs his fingers into your thighs and begins to slam into you at an exceptionally hard and fast pace. Your are so wet that his penis threatens to slip out, but Minho does well to thrust it back into you before that happens, until on one withdrawal it slips out entirely and you both groan in frustration and need.

He pushes his cock back in moaning in relief that it’s back inside. He pulls down the sleeves of your dress, biting and kissing your shoulder.

“You know, kitten,” he says hoarsely between breaths, “maybe we are just two needy sluts who enjoy fucking in the elevator.” He grins, and you laugh. But your laughing doesn’t last long because you are both so very close now.

You can feel the head of his cock pounding into your cervix. With every contact you scream louder and louder. He is so deep and you're living for it. His thrusts start to become a little staggered and wobbly. He is close, but so are you, and you are going to come God Damn it.

You hold tighter to his shoulders and you start to buck against him and he resumes holding your thighs and ass to support you.

“Come for me, come on my cock. That’s it kitten.” He concentrates on keeping steady so you can set the rhythm, and you come so hard your body shakes and shudders. You cry out as your climax overwhelms you.

“That’s it, good girl. You such a slut for my cock, huh?” he kisses your mouth.

“Mmm hmm.” you respond and you bite his tongue. “Now it’s your turn. Fuck me and fill me up with your cum.” you say filthily. This whole scenario is so dirty. Raw, dirty, sex. In a public place. With Minho.

You take his face in your hands “come in me.” you whisper breathlessly.

All it took was two more hard final thrusts and you could feel his semen release high up inside of you, painting your insides. Minho relaxes against your body. “Fuck that was so fucking… grrr. So good.” He growls and pulls out of you leaving you feeling empty.

You try to catch your breath and compose yourself as you redress, sans panties, and try to straighten your hair. Minho packs his cock away safely and bends down to gather all the things that had fallen out of your bag while you put a shoe back on. You didn’t even know it had fallen off!

“Here you go, kitten.” He passes you your handbag and presses the lift button so that it starts moving again. You hope no one had been waiting to use it.

“Thanks Minho.” you smile. He is so addicting.

The lift opens on level 3 and Minho steps out of the lift. Fuck, his ass is beautiful too.

Finally you reach your floor. You can feel Minho’s cum dribbling down your leg. You hurriedly hop out of the lift and rummage around your bag for your keys. While you’re searching, you realise your underwear isn’t in there! You keep rummaging. No way! You know they weren’t left on the elevator floor, you'd checked that nothing was left behind. Minho. The fucker. The kinky fucker. He’s fucking taken your underwear!

You should be angry, but you're more amused, and if you're honest very turned on.

That night, you lay in bed fantasising about your little escapade in the lift. You wonder what he is doing right now? Is he laying there with your panties wrapped around his cock while he jerks off and cums all over them? You reach into your bedside draw for your vibrator, and spend the next little while relishing in thought of Minho fucking your underwear.

——————————————————————

On the floor below, Minho takes a quick shower but his mind is still in the elevator with you. He hadn’t intended for it to go that far, he just wanted to eat you out, but you had other ideas.

He looks down at his penis “She really liked you doesn’t she?” he says to it endearingly.

Minho turns off the tap and dries off. He doesn’t dress. Living alone is convenient like that. You can do whatever you wanted. Don’t want to wear clothes? Don’t have to.

He strolls over to his bed and perches himself on the edge. He really can’t get you out of his head. He turns to his trousers that he had tossed on the bed earlier. Hmm that’s right, he thinks to himself as he reaches into the front pocket and pulls out the your torn panties. The panties he had torn off your delicious body. His cock twitches with the memory. He reaches in again and pulls out another item that he had taken when he was picking the things that had fallen out of your handbag. A lipstick.

Minho gets into bed and leans against the headboard, holding the items he stole. Is he a pervert? The black satin g-string was beyond repair, and he could see where you had been wet and leaking onto the fabric. He bites his lip. Then he takes the lipstick in his hand. He has an idea. His plan is to smear some of the lipstick around his cock to make it look like you had just sucked him off. Then he will jerk off.

But Minho is having trouble. How the hell do you get the lid off? He takes a closer look. A button. Okay let’s press that.

Buzzzzzz. It’s not a lipstick. It’s a mini bullet vibrator!

Arousal rushes to his cock. So you carry this around with you then? You are truly something!

He lays back into the mattress and places the vibrator against his balls. Mmmm! So good, especially because he knows that you have used this to pleasure yourself. Have all your juices smeared all over it. Have shaken and convulsed on it. Minho shudders and exhales a shaky breath. He takes the torn panties and places it over his face. He wants to, no needs to, smell you. Taste you. Savor you.

With his free hand he reaches for his lube that he keeps under his pillow and squirts a generous amount all over the head of his cock. He starts to stroke himself rhythmically, breathing in as much of your scent as he can.

He imagines your sitting on his face. Your heels next to his head, and that you’re the one pumping his cock. He begins to buck his hips as he fucks his own hand. Faster and harder. He licks the panties pretending he is sucking and licking your pussy. Imagining you are moaning and coming on his face.

He visualises you sinking your mouth onto his cock all the way to the hilt. He knew you couldn’t take him all in, but in his imagination you are deep throating him, and using your vibrator to bring him to orgasm. Fuck. Minho’s cum covers his hand and paints his stomach. That was quick, but intense.

He relaxes his muscles, exhausted and satisfied and basks in the feelings of pleasure as he calms his heart rate.

He decides he needs to have another shower.

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[nahoney22]

Hey :) I Hope this isn’t too late but I have a fic proposal.

Clones should have a lot of scars and propbably some insecurities, considering that to most people they meet they are ‚just clones‘. I was thinking about a female reader worshipping either Hunter’s or Wolffes/Echoes (I love my grumpy men) body. I think it is a cute idea to make them feel appreciated and loved. It can be NSFW or SFW, whatever mood you’re in.

I also have seen the prompts „i'm not scared of anything except losing you“ and  „ I am truly and unconditionally in love with you“ . They don’t have to be included tho

Congrats on 4k followers! You deserve it so much Honey

Byee

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Wolffe X F!Reader

SFW

word count: 937 words

prompts:

“I’m not scared of anything except losing you.”

“I am truly and unconditionally in love with you.”

warnings: Angst and fluff, cuddling, talks of war and scars, light angst, female reader, established relationship, comfort, shirtless Wolffe, Spoilers for the latest episodes (6&7).

authors note: well seeing as we saw Wolffe so recently it’s only fair I pick this request. Sorry for the wait and hope you enjoy anon 🤍

You awaken to the subtle shift of your bed dipping, drawing you from the haze of dreams. A gentle breeze hints at an open balcony, likely your Commander's doing.

You shift, eyes flicking to the chrono on your bedside table that reads the early hours of the morning before rolling onto you right, facing him.

He’s silent, usual. Shirtless, also a common sight, yet his shoulders bear an unusual weight. "Darling," your voice rasps with sleep, "is everything alright?"

He remains silent, a restless energy vibrating through him as his knee bounces with an unspoken tension. As your hand finds its place on the center of his bare back, a calming touch, his movements still, tension melting away.

"I saw Rex today," he finally speaks, the words carrying a weight you hadn't anticipated.

Your eyes widen, and you sit up abruptly. "Rex? I thought he died in a crash!" The unexpected revelation catches you off guard.

When things took a turn for a worse, you were discarded by this new ‘Empire’ yet Wolffe remained. Your relationship was a secret of course and things had been hard for the both of you. You didn’t agree with these new terms and what Wolffe was doing yet he felt obliged to do his duty. To be a good soldier.

Yet, at nights like this where he would sneak into your home when he should be in his own barracks, you always felt the heavy burden of whatever it was weighing on him.

"So did I... but there he was," he sighs, moonlight casting an ethereal glow on his cybernetic eye and scar. "A deserter, harboring a target the Empire seeks."

Your heartbeat quickens, anxiety gripping your thoughts. "You didn't harm him, did you?"

"No," he responds, a low rumble. "I let him go."

In a hushed tone, you respond, "Oh, well that’s a relief,” as you shift onto your knees directly behind him, offering a supportive presence.

Anticipating a bitter retort, you're surprised when he merely sighs, his head bowing as he falls into a contemplative silence.

Observing his stillness, your eyes trace a new wound on his back, joining the collection of scars. "How did this happen?" you inquire softly, your finger gently tracing the red mark destined to become another scar over time.

"Who knows? Falling from a cliff, getting shot by a civilian, crushed by rocks," he grumbles dismissively.

Moving closer, you delicately wrap your arms around his front, resting your cheek against his back. "Are you in pain?" you inquire, concern lacing your words.

He shakes his head, his hands finding yours to convey appreciation for the comfort. Though not one to seek coddling, the weight of the day has left him in need of solace. "No."

In a moment of necessary silence, a sudden wave of insecurity overtakes him. "Does it uh... look bad?" he hesitates, seeking reassurance.

"The wound?" you clarify.

He nods.

"No."

"Are you lying to me?"

"Wolffe," you interject firmly, gently squeezing his hands, "you know I wouldn't lie to you. We've discussed this. I promise it doesn't look bad."

His jaw tightens, a brief struggle visible on his face, but then he relaxes, allowing your words to penetrate. The scar on his face, a constant reminder, had often made him feel exposed and unattractive. Yet, your consistent reassurances that you saw him differently provided a balm for his insecurities.

“Each scar tells a story, a battle won,” you whisper, kissing his new wound as well as the small scars that littered the rest of his back and what you could see, “a battle lost…” He closes his eyes, knowing what scar you were referring to but allows you to continue. “You’re handsome. Nothing will ever change that or how I love you.”

He bites on the inside of his cheek, his face warming up by the softness of your lips against his skin in the moonlight and your sweet words that had him hooked from the start.

"Are you scared?" you suddenly inquire, and he turns his head, prompting you to move back while still maintaining the embrace. "That they'll find out you let the target get away?"

"I'm not scared of anything," he asserts with stern resolve, but a softness overtakes his expression. "Except losing you."

You offer a soft smile, leaning in to press your lips to his cheek. "Sweet, but I'm serious. Are you not concerned?"

His brow furrows, a hint of reluctance coloring his response. "I won't lie and say I'm not apprehensive. Kark, it wouldn't surprise me if they're already looking for me to reprimand. Or worse."

A twist of unease settles in your stomach, his words weighing heavily on your mind. Tears glisten in your eyes, and he realises his misstep. Without hesitation, he shifts to fully face you, reclining on the bed with his back against the headboard, pulling you close to his chest. "Let's not dwell on that. I'm sorry for waking you."

You roll your eyes at his attempt to deflect the gravity of the situation, but decide to take comfort in his presence for now.

As the soft sound of your snores fills the room, he finds solace in your embrace. He strokes your hair tenderly, a soft smile gracing his lips as he watches you succumb to sleep. "Beautiful girl," he murmurs, a sentiment he wouldn't express while you're awake, not one for overt displays of affection.

Before slipping away into the night, he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his voice barely above a whisper. "I am truly and unconditionally in love with you."

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[st4rgirl7777]

Love Letters.

paring: idol jake x f reader

WARNING: Smut (MDNI 18+), mentions of masturbation, oral (m. receiving), cowgirl (let me know if i miss anything!)

a/n: just a reminder that this is all purely fiction! this my first time writing an enha fan fic. not proofread. (lmk if i miss anything) enjoy reading!

idol jake who just finished another concert during another exhausting world tour. don’t misunderstand him, he loves touring and he loves performing this has been his dream since he was a young little boy living in australia. he loves meeting all the fans and spending time with them. greeting the fans with a smile and collecting all the fan letters he receives from them. However, performing takes a toll on your body and mental health. hours of endless dancing and singing and having to appear happy and cheerful all the time. it takes a lot of time effort and energy.

jake is a simple guy with a simple routine to make himself feel better after a concert ends. he greets his fans as he leaves, makes his way to his hotel room, lock the door and well jerks off till he falls asleep. it’s his special way of getting his body to relax, makes him feel less stressed. he loves the feeling of the orgasmic release as he fists himself up and down repeatedly. he whines and moan desperately for the release and sometimes he even edges himself on purpose. he loves seeing the white ropes leak out of his cock and onto his hand and chest.

one night, jake decided to go through his fan mail before doing the deed. he sat on his bed, opened up the letter and began reading.

Dear Jake,

i hope this finds you well. i’m writing to let you know that i think about you all the time. i think about a lot of things, but lately i can only think about you sexually…

“woah..” jake says already feeling his pants getting tighter. he continues to read.

i think about how good it would feel, if your lips crashed onto mine. how i would trail my lips down your neck and chest leaving marks of proof that i was there. i would undress you slowly and caress you body.

at this point jake shirt is thrown across the floor and his hand is down his pants gently palming himself.

i would get on my knees for you and show you how good i can make you feel. my lips swirling your tip, gently kissing it before swallowing it whole. i can take all of you. i will lick it, suck it, make a whole mess just for you. i will show you how good you taste. your hands tangled in my hair as you push my head down fiercely. i would gag on it and take you in so deep. i’ll be such a good girl for you jakey.

“holy fuck” jake moans. his pants and boxers dropped to the bottom of the floor. letter in his left hand, his right hand busy with his harden dick. he pumps himself furiously using his pre-cum as lube.

and when i’m done milking your cock, i’ll get on top straddling you and ill sit on top of you. let you relax as i slide my tight pussy on your cock. i know you will fit so perfectly in me. i’ll whisper sweet nothings in your ear as i ride you jakey. and i won’t stop until you come undone for me. milking you until you’re crying and sensitive for me.

jake hand goes faster and faster, he pants as he imagines himself in the sacred position. he images himself reclining on the bed, as you slide ontop of him. he imagines himself filling you up with his thick cock. he pumps himself with long strides as his orgasm is near. “fuck” he whispers to himself. “i’m gonna cum.” with a few more harsh and fast pumps, he lets out a low pornographic moan and spills his hot liquid onto his hand and letter.

i don’t know if this letter will ever reach you. i don’t know if you will even read it. but i think about you all the time jake. i hope this tour goes well and you are taking care of yourself just like how i imagine taking care of you <3

he sits there catching his breathe and reliving the sexy show he just put on from a fan letter. after he manages to catch his breathe he folds the mail neatly and puts it back into the envelope. jake tucks it away in his suitcase for him to look back act for the rest of the tour.

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a/n: i miss jake so much omg, anyways i hope you enjoyed reading my first enhypen fan fic, let me know if you liked it and as always tysm 444 reading. muah! - xo m

[eyrina-avatar]

a thousand islands

synopsis: y/n and Neteyam get caught doing the deed and she gets bullied by Ao'nung and his friends. based on this request.

author's note: sorry this request took me so long to write. I hope you like it! proofread once. aged-up neteyam

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, nsfw, smut, kissing, boobs, p in v, eating out, squirting, being watched, ao'nung and his friends are a bit mean in this lol

word count: ~3.9k ... this is kinda long, sorry

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“OH GOD!” you yelled out as your mate pushed himself into you without any warning.

Neteyam had just managed to persuade you to go with him to one of the secluded islands of the reefs. He had been needy for weeks already, but the both of you had been so busy learning the ways of the Metkayina that you two barely had any private time to yourselves.

Sleeping and cooking was usually the private time but Tuk and Lo’ak were often in your marui as they liked to watch and taste the food as you cooked. Even though Neteyam often tried to kick them out, you always insisted that it was good manners to treat the guests in your huts kindly. This left sleeping as the only private time, but as you and the sully’s improved in your skills, the lessons got easier and shorter, leaving for more free time available for all of you, including ao’nung and the others doing the teaching.

This also led to you guys having more energy to do other things throughout the day and being able to explore more of the islands by yourselves, without worrying of being late to your lessons or not being able to pay attention the next day.

Neteyam and you had found a nice, tiny island with a small stream running through it, lots of trees for shade and cover, and it was close to the Three Brothers Rocks. Perfectly distant and not close to the village for anyone to be nosy.

Or so you guys thought.

“Baby, c’mon, I haven’t been able to touch you like this for weeks. I swear I’ll make you feel so good. Just give me a chance, princess.” Neteyam cooed into your ear as you looked at him, brows raised and arms crossed, trying to decide if this really was a good spot.

“Nete, I’m just not sure if this is it.” You managed out as he trailed his long fingers against your thighs, making you shutter.

“Look around, who could possibly be here? We didn’t see any ilu’s tied up waiting for anyone. And plus, you didn’t see anyone follow us, right?” He cocked his head to the side, waiting for a response.

“No… but”

“Shh” he cut you off as he placed his finger on your lips. “Then just relax, your nerves are too high, probably from all the stress lately. Let me help you out, okay?” He reassured you as you mouthed a low ‘okay’ and allowed him to continue.

“What a moron” signed one of the boys and laughed.

“Let’s go,” waved ao’nung as he and his friends left behind Lo’ak to hunt on his own. They swam away quietly, trying not to make any noise, and snickered as they reached the surface of the water.

“Did you see him pointing that thing back and forth like a moron?”

“What did he think that was going to do-magically catch the fish for him?”

“Forest boy has a lot of learning to do.” Ao’nung smirked. “Let’s go hang out at that island we always go to, the one with the stream.”

“The one by the Three Brothers Rocks?” questioned one.

“Which other one do we always go to that’s close by and has the stream running through it, genius?” answered the other.

“Shut up and get on your Ilu’s before Lo’ak hears us.” Ao’nung warned. The group hurried on and made their way to the small but luscious island.

“Beat you. You owe me two fish!”

“No, I made it here first! You owe me three.” Exclaimed the other

“My ilu is already tied and you two are arguing about who made it first? You guys owe me five,” replied ao’nung.

“Well, I rode my ilu better than him. I have more... more skills! He almost bumped into the rocks!”

“Shh, be quiet,” motioned ao’nung as he gave a stern face. “Look, two ilus tied up on that side, over there,” he pointed.

“Who could possibly be here?”

“Maybe one of the men from the clan, hunting.”

“Alright, be quiet. Let’s try not to make too much noise or we’ll get heard. If it’s one of the hunters from the clan, then we’ll get in trouble for going past the reefs by ourselves.”

Ao’nung and his friends quietly made it past a few trees, being careful as not to step on anything loud or make some noise. Everything seemed calm and quiet until they approached closer to the center of the island.

SLAP SLAP SLAP SLAP

“What the-“ Ao’nung gave a confused look to his friends as he put his fingers to his lips and shushed the group.

“Is someone getting slapped in the face?” questioned one of the boys.

“No, you idiot. Whoever it is, they’re-”

“OH GOD!” The sound of your voice cut through the air.

“banging.” completed ao’nung.

“WHAT?!” The two other boys said in unison.

“Who do you think it is?”

“Maybe one of the newcomers?”

“Ahhhh, NETE! !” Your voice rang through their ears again.

“Let’s take a closer look, I think I have a clue,” motioned Ao’nung, and the three walked closer to the sound of your voice.

Neteyam had you on all fours and shaft deep inside your pussy. His grip on the dimples of your back as he repeatedly slammed into you.

“You feel so good, princess” he let out a groan.

“And you fuck me so well!” You moaned out, mouth agape, as his fucking had turned you to mush. You turned around to look at him as he railed your little hole with enough force to knock you over. His hips moved quickly, arms flexing with his movements, and his abs glistened with sweat as he did his best in your shared workout.

The sight further deepened your arousal and made you weak in the knees.

“Ne…Ne…Neteyam” you let out.

“Yes love?” He held up your face to look at you as he continued to push inside of you. Your breath quickened as your legs grew weaker, soon unable to hold you up in your position for much longer.

“I’m… Im getting tired.”

Neteyam immediately pulled out of you, making you whimper at the loss of warmth. “Are you okay? Shit, was I too rough, love?” He immediately pulled you up and turned you around to face him completely.

“No, no. You weren’t!” You reassured him as you breathed in and out, trying to catch your breath. “It’s just that my legs are tired from being in this position. Can we try another?”

“I’m sorry, baby. We’ll try something else. Something easier for you, okay?” He gave you a quick peck on the lips.

You nodded in agreement as Neteyam laid you down on your back.

Now hovering above you, Neteyam slid into you again, making you moan out in pleasure.

"Mmm," you let out as he made eye contact with you. Soon quickening up his pace again, he leaned into you with his face in the crook of your neck as he bucked his hips into yours repeatedly. Neteyam trailed your neck with long kisses all the way down to your collarbone and reaching to your breasts.

He took one in his hand and gave it a light squeeze before giving it a quick kiss. Eyes closed, he gave your nipple a suck and trailed his tongue all around it. He flicked his tongue over it a couple of times before moving on to your other breast and giving it the same treatment.

His mouth moved back up to your face, and he kissed your lips as his fingers reached down to your womanhood, giving it a rub as you let out a yelp in surprise.

Neteyam pounded into you and worked you with his fingers, eager to make you come.

"NGHHH...NETEYAM!" you yelled out as you threw your head back.

"He continued flicking your nub as his cock pounded the inside of your walls, making your legs shake as you felt your high approaching.

"Fuck. Fuck Fuck!" was all you managed out as your mind started to cloud with the sensations in your lower half.

Neteyam continued his fucking and pushed your legs up, reaching a new angle that made you scream.

"OH FUCK! YES! YES! YESSSS! NETEYAM NETEYAM NETEYAMMM!" His name rolled off your tongue like a chant, and it was music to his ears.

"Shit, I want to hear you, baby! Who's fucking you like this, WHO?" He grabbed your face and turned it to look at him. "WHO?"

"YOU BABY! ONLY YOU! GOD, I'M ALMOST THERE!" You breathed out as your hips moved up to match his pace, desperate to get more.

Neteyam rutted into you, making you hit your orgasm.

"ah ha haa" he moaned out as you whined in pleasure, his dick still thrusting inside of you. Your legs were shaking as you grabbed his back, lightly marking it with small crescent shapes.

Suddenly, he grabbed on to your waist and flipped you over in the middle of your high. His hand on your head as he pushed your face to the ground and his other snaked around your waist as he lifted up your hips, bringing your ass all the way up and your knees to the floor. You were practically bent almost in half, with your pretty round ass waving in the air.

Neteyam laid down and brought his face to your pussy.

"Neteyam, what are you-" you were cut off as he grabbed your hips and began eating you out from behind, making you moan even louder as he overstimulated your clit.

"AHHHHH, NETEYAM. OH FUCK," you managed out as he worked his tongue into you. He moved it up and down, back and forth, as he ate out the juices flowing from your hole.

"mmmm. so good." he groaned into your pussy, vibrations making you roll your eyes as your orgasm came back at a harder strength.

"Babe, I'm gonna come!" you whined out as you grabbed anything you could.

Neteyam's mouth quickened on your pussy as he moved his head up and down and beneath you. He spread your legs wider to fit his head in and get a better angle.

"ah ahh ahhh" you moaned out as your hight finally washed over you, making your mouth drop open as your whined and let out all possible obscenities and your legs shook as he continued licking you despite the shaking of your body.

"too..much!" you groaned

"nu uh" he continued his attack on your pussy. "You taste too good for me to stop, sweetheart."

He continued eating you out and used his hand to help cover any spots his mouth was missing.

"NETEYAM I'M GONNA... move your face!" You warned but he flipped you over back to the ground and hooked his arms around your thighs as he continued digging his face in between your legs. You tried to move him, but he wouldn't budge.

A new sensation washed over you as you lifted your legs up and felt like you were gonna burst. "Nete MOVE!" He stayed in front of your pussy as you squirted all over his face. Neteyam's nose, chin, and mouth all covered in your liquids as you squirted all over him.

He wiped his face with the back of his hands and cleaned it up with his tongue as he licked his fingers, getting a better taste of you.

"See, not so bad. I told you this was a perfect spot." Neteyam smirked.

"Holy shit..." let out Ao'nung in a whisper at what he and his two friends just witnessed.

"What on Pandora..." said another.

"I didn't know they were mates." The other raised his brows in surprise.

Ao'nung let out a chuckle at the sight.

"Oh, baby, you fuck me so well!" One of the boys mocked in a high pitch voice.

"You taste so good, sweetheart~" Ao’nung joined in on the mockery.

"I didn't know forest na'vis were capable of such things, especially with their looks..." another chimed in.

*crack*

One of the boys stepped on a branch, and it broke.

"Fuck, someone saw! I told you this wasn't a good spot!" You yelled at Neteyam, giving him an 'I told you so' look.

"Shit" Ao'nung spat out. He held out his hand as a warning for the others to stay still and shut up.

*crack*

One of their thick tails hit the tree branch again as it swished back and forth on the floor.

"Oh fuck. which one of you idiots?" Ao'nung turned his head in anger.

"Who's there?" questioned Neteyam as he stood up, holding you behind him.

"Show yourself!" He demanded once again.

Ao'nung motioned for the others to get up from their hiding spot.

"Alright, alright." Ao'nung held his hands up to show guilt. "You guys were being loud as hell, how did you not expect us to check out what the noise was?" he cocked his head to the side in question.

"You were spying on us?" Your eyes widened in shock. "You fucking peeping toms! Perverts!" You yelled out.

"Peeping what?" whispered one of the Ao'nung's friends.

"I told you, we were just checking out the commotion!" Ao'nung approached you and Neteyam as you took a step back.

Ao'nung grabbed your hand by force and opened it. "Hah, another four fingered freak. You're not even a real na'vi." he laughed.

You ripped your hand out of his, and Neteyam pushed him back. "Don't touch her." he warned.

"You're getting busy and trying to make babies with a freak!" one of the boys laughed out. Your ears dropped at the insult.

"Oh Nete, you fuck me so well! More, MORE!" fake moaned the other.

"I don't sound like that!" You let out in anger.

"Oh, baby, you look so good! Muah muah muah," the other puckered his lips and made kissing noises.

The three metkayina boys broke out in laughter as you stood there in shock, embarrassed that they had witnessed everything.

"Alright you three, enough with the jokes!" Neteyam approached Ao'nung and pushed him back again.

Ao'nung put his hand up in signal for the other boys to stop.

"So, I thought you two were like siblings or something" Ao'nung cocked his eyebrows.

"Ew, gross!! The fuck?" your face contoured in disgust.

"Of course not!" Neteyam shook his head in disbelief.

"So... what's with the four fingers and thumb on her hands?" questioned one of the boys

"Why don't you just say five fingers? The thumb is on your hand too, you know?" You rolled your eyes.

"Whatever, five fingers. How come you have five if you're not related to the supposed Toruk Makto." interrogated Ao'nung.

"It's not supposed! He was Toruk Makto, and your ass would have been under rule of the sky people if it weren't for him!" Neteyam corrected.

"Okay. Okay. He was Toruk Makto." sighed Ao'nung as the other boys bowed their heads and let out small "thank yous" as they hailed their arms in mockery. You simply rolled your eyes at the sight and gave Neteyam a pat on the back, a sign as to not pay any mind to their foolishness.

"So, answer the question." Ao'nung pried as he grabbed your hands again to look at them. "Look at these hands. I mean, look at them, this is not normal!" Exclaimed ao'nung as he studied your hands from all angles, twisting your wrists in the process as to get a better view of your fingers.

"Ow!" you yelped as you snatched your hands away and massaged the pain in your wrists.

"She was of the sky people. She came with a second group of scientists, uhh, na'vi examiners, studiers, that meant no harm and came to mend human-na'vi relations after the war against the RDA." Neteyam explained.

"Against the are-dee what?" asked one of the boys.

"R-D-A. The group of sky people that waged the war against us. Y/n came with a second group, not part of the RDA. The sky people made this body for her to use while doing research. She eventually learned the Na'vi ways and became part of our clan. After a while, she permanently moved to this body and became Na'vi, just like my father." Neteyam gave you a small but comforting smile.

"So, this is just some random body you got?" One of the boys poked your shoulders, back, and ribs, checking if your skin felt the same as his.

"Well, yes. Sorta... This body was made with a mix of Na'vi information and the information from my human body, so my face looks like a combination of both, but leaning more to the Na'vi side. Hence the ears, tails, and fangs but five fingers and five toes." you exclaimed.

"And you two are mated?" Ao'nung scrunched his eyebrows.

"Yes, and?" Neteyam tilted his head, not knowing what Ao'nung was getting at.

"You mated with a sky woman? Out of all of the na'vi women on this planet, you got out of your way and chose HER?" Ao'nung pointed at you in disbelief.

"And what is wrong with that?" Neteyam demanded.

"She is of demon-blood! You chose to mate with a demon! That's what's wrong!" Ao'nung raised his voice in accusation, making your head drop as your tail tucked in between your legs.

"She is na'vi!" Neteyam rebutted.

"A na'vi with the blood of demons inside of her!" let out another.

"Jake was Toruk Makto, I wouldn't blame your mom for choosing him." The three boys got closer and almost surrounded you and Neteyam as one let out a hiss. You stepped backwards, tripping on the stump of a tree, causing you to fall back.

Ao'nung continued, "But y/n? What is she supposed to be? Good for nothing." He laughed as you looked down at the stump that was now next to you, too embarrassed to show the tears forming in your eyes.

"ENOUGH!" Neteyam hissed out at Ao'nung and his friends while he lifted you up from your arm and checked your back to make sure you were okay.

"Aww, look at her, she's crying like a little baby. Maybe she can use her little baby tail to wipe her tears."

"Ha, maybe that forest tail isn't so useless after all!"

Your hands trembled in shame and anger. You wanted to prove just how useful you were. You were filled with the desire to draw out your bow and show just how much of a mighty warrior and huntress you had become in the forest.

But you stayed still, knowing that you had to remain defenseless. It would be bad for Jake and the Sullys if you pulled out a weapon against the chief's son.

A tear ran down your face in bitterness, and you huffed as you stormed your way from the group.

"Y/n, wait!" Neteyam called out.

"Later, you and I will settle this on our own!" Neteyam pushed Ao'nung away as he trailed after you.

"There goes little miss demon blood and her lover. " The boys snickered at the sight.

You hurried your way to your ilu, not waiting for Neteyam as you made Tsaheylu and quickly got on.

"Y/n, slow down! It's just me!" Neteyam ran after you.

Without even turning around, you held your breath as you dived into the water with your ilu, the poor creature swimming as fast as it could.

~~~~~

You got to yours and Neteyam's shared marui almost out of breath. You sat down and quickly got to cooking as you tried to distract your mind from the words exchanged earlier.

"My love, you know what Ao'nung said is not true." The flap of your tent opened, and Neteyam walked in.

You simply ignored him, and continued chopping the vegetables for later, fearing that if you opened your mouth to say anything, a sob would escape your lips.

Chop. Chop. Chop. You continued on with your preparations.

"Look at me!" He grabbed your arm. "I chose you to be my mate, you! None of what they said about you being demon-blood is true." You were now facing Neteyam.

"It is! Why, out of all women, me? A demon-blood.." Tears rolled down your cheeks as you stopped to look at him.

"No, no ma’ tanhì, don't cry." Neteyam held up your face and wiped your tears. "You are beautiful, you have no demon blood in you. How could you? Sky people are not demons. YOU are not a demon! How could my little flower be a demon, huh?" Neteyam gave your head a pat and your forehead a small kiss.

You simply sighed in response, knowing that your outburst was silly and Neteyam would never doubt picking you.

"I just- I wish I could-" your hands balled up into fists.

"My little mighty warrior, my pretty huntress. Don't think I missed that look in your face when you wanted to draw your bow on Ao'nung." He let out a smirk as you gasped.

"How did you-" You were cut off with a kiss on your lips.

"I know my woman." Neteyam chuckled.

"My pretty woman, even with your five fingers and five odd looking toes.” You gave him a light slap on his chest.

“Hey! You can laugh all you want about my five fingers, but Lo’ak, Kiri, Jake, and I already outnumber you, Tuk, and Neytiri.” You let out a giggle.

Neteyam simply shook his head and laughed. "I guess so... we'll just have to see when we have kids."

"You want children… with me?!" You turned your head to look at him in shock.

"Of course! Who else would I want to be the mother of my children" Neteyam gave you a smile.

"I don't know, maybe some other-"

"You, just you. I would always pick you, even if I searched a thousand islands." Neteyam leaned in to give you a kiss, and you accepted.

"I will handle Ao'nung and his stupid antics. Don't pay any mind to him." Neteyam patted your back as you got back to preparing dinner.

"Just don't get into another fight, you know how mad Jake was when you and Lo'ak-" you were cut off

"Yea, yea, yea. We'll see about that." Neteyam rolled his eyes.

"I'm serious." you stopped your cooking to point at him. He simply chuckled and wrapped his arm around you, getting ready to give you another kiss.

"Mmm! That looks yummy, y/n! Can I taste?" Tuktirey interrupted as she suddenly entered your marui.

"Here." You tossed her a piece of fruit as Neteyam huffed out at the interruption , knowing that Lo'ak would also be joining in soon.

"Hey Tuk, have you seen Lo'ak? He's usually the one who brings you with him to eat my food." You slightly giggled at Neteyam's face as he gave you a 'really?' look.

"Umm, I think he said he was going swimming or something with Ao'nung today." Tuktirey paid no mind as she continued stealing little pieces of fruit and vegetables from your bowls.

"AO'NUNG?" you and Neteyam both let out at the same time.

Neteyam unwrapped his arm around you and gave a quick peck on your cheek, "Sorry babe, I gotta go check on something." He got up and hurried out of the tent before you even got the chance to ask him where he was going.

A few minutes later, you heard arguing coming from outside of your shared marui.

“You left him where?!” the voice of Neteyam rang through your ears. You peered out of the tent and saw him grabbing Ao’nung from his braid and dragging him towards Jake and Kiri.

“Tell him what you told me!”

Oh god.

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[moonlightndaydreams]

Will you share a meal with me? And by meal, I mean you’re the meal

NSFW // AU LEE KNOW FANFIC // female reader x Lee Minho spicy short story. Work colleagues to lovers.

Approx 3.5k words

You and Lee Know work together but when you find out he’s moved into the same apartment building as you things get steamy in the elevator

Warnings: elevator sex // oral sex (both rec) // unprotected vaginal sex // orgasms // dirty talk // nudity // masturbation // vibrators // panty fetish

You hop in the elevator of your apartment building and press the button for the 4th floor. It’s late afternoon, around 4pm, and you were able to get away from work a little earlier than usual. Well, actually you gave yourself a well deserved early mark because you had finally finished a project you'd been working on. It’d had taken you months. Months of brain energy, late nights and a shit load of coffee.

You're feeling so good that you'd decided to use the lift rather than climbing the stairs. The lift is unreliable at best. When it’s not breaking down, it’s slow and clunky and makes this weird whiny noise as it moves up and down the lift shaft. The stairs would have been quicker but hey, you have heels on, and you're wearing your new lavender knit wrap dress. It clings to all the right places. You feel like sex on legs. Someone who is sex on legs does not take the stairs. Right?

The lift doors haven’t even closed yet, it’s that fucking slow, and you catch sight of someone coming towards the lift. Damn it, it’s rare that you have to share a lift with anyone. How irritating.

Irritating until you catch sight of who is trying to get into the lift. Then it just turns horrifying. Oh my god! You almost die on the spot. It’s that Lee Minho from the accounts department at your work. Lee Minho that looked like he was going to eat you alive the first time he saw you two months ago. Lee Minho who you thought hated you and you hated him, but you ended up flirting your your ass off with at last weeks boozy karaoke night in the office.

Lee Minho that you snuck off with into a stationary storeroom and almost had sex with. “Do you like this, kitten.” He’d whispered in your ear when his hand slipped up your dress gripped your ass. You could still feel his hands up your skirt now and you clenched at the memory. “You look so fucking tempting flirting with me like that?” He had growled low. “I could take you right now if you’ll let me, little kitten.” He’d stated as he fingered your pussy.

Who knows what would’ve happened if someone hadn’t set of a fire alarm and he was insistent that you had better evacuate.

It’s not that you wouldn’t consider going on a date with him, or fucking him in a work closet. It’s just work are gossips and you learned the hard way about the repercussions of sleeping with men at work.

But why the fuck is Lee Minho getting in the lift in your apartment building?

“Hold the lift” Minho says as he hurries inside, and you push the thoughts of him in a closet out of your head.

“You don’t need to hurry, this thing is slow. You’d be better to climb the steps.” you offer trying to be calm.

He turns to look at you and his eyes grow wide. “y/n!” He beams “I wasn’t expecting to run into you. Wow! Do you live here?”

I nod “Yep! I live in this shit hole. Wait. Why are you here?”

“I’m… we’ll,” he scratches his head “I’ve just moved in on level 3.” He smirked. “We’ll probably run into each other a lot.” He added with that-eat-you-alive look all over his face.

You take in that new piece of information as he looks to the panel the floor numbers and presses the 3rd floor, and you try to sneakily check him out. Like you always do when he happens to be near you. No wonder you dry humped him in the cupboard. He is slim, but it’s obvious he is also strong and toned, and his light sandy brown hair falls around his face in quite an annoyingly attractive way.

“So… you never did answer me the other day.” He glanced at you and raised an eyebrow.

“Huh?” You are taken out of your thoughts.

“About sharing a meal with me. You never answered.”

That’s right, during the fiasco amongst the paper and paperclips he’d asked you out for a meal.

It’s only now that the doors finally close and the lift mechanisms kick into gear ready to take you up to our respective floors.

“Yes, I guess that would be okay.” It slips out of your mouth before you could stop it.

Minho suddenly turns to you and takes a step closer, giving you his full attention. Fuck he is beautiful. And deadly. His proximity is sparking arousal throughout your body, much like when you were drunk and you feel yourself getting wet.

“I…I just don’t know when would be convenient.” you say it quickly to distract yourself from the tension between your legs. The sexual energy between you is thick. He feels it too, you're sure of it. You automatically look down to his crotch to find he is hard. You can see the bulge under his navy trousers. God you'd love to let his cock free. You look back up to meet his dark gaze.

He comes closer now, like he is cornering his prey. He closing in on you. The lift has only just passed level 1. Your breath hitches and your exhale is more of a shudder than anything else. You take a step back but you are now pushed against the wall, the hand rail pushing against your lower back.

Without breaking eye contact with you, Minho slams the “Stop Lift” button and the elevator grinds to a halt.

“Is this convenient, kitten?” He says bluntly, leaning in so he is merely centimeters from your face. You couldn’t escape even if you wanted to. You don’t want to.

“W-what do you mean?” you whisper. Your handbag falls to the carpeted floor, spilling half the contents out all over the place.

He rests his left arm on the wall beside your head and brings his right hand up to your jaw. With his index finger he traces your jawline delicately. Slowly. Dangerously. Then proceeds to trace his finger down the front of your neck towards your cleavage.

“Ah, I suppose I wasn’t entirely clear, sweetheart.” His finger reaches the top edge of the very low neckline of your dress. He rests his fingers on the top bulge of your breast. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly as your heart rate and breathing increase. He knows what he is doing to you.

“When I said share a meal with me,” he licks his lower lip hungrily and his eyes follow his hand as it slips down to the belt tie of your dress and resting there.

“I meant that you’re the meal.” He looks back up to you but his hand hasn’t moved.

“Would that be okay. Kitten?”

Sweet fucking Jesus! You try to remember to breathe.

Would it be okay? Right here in the lift?

In that moment you lost all sense of reason. A lift is much riskier than a cupboard, but this man is turning you on so much your brain is mush. Your mind flashes back to how Minho spoke to you in the cupboard, and how close you’d been to letting him fuck you while all your colleagues were merely metres away from you.

“Yes… it’s convenient.” Your voice sounds raspy.

You want to share everything you can with this sexy specimen. Right now.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here then?” Minho tugs at your dress’s tie-belt and it loosens easily. The knit fabric falling open to expose your bare skin and underwear. You hold your breath waiting for what he might do next.

“You’ve worn this for me?” He smirks, taking in the site of your lingerie and half naked body. “I saw you walking around the office today. I didn’t know what kind of slutty lingerie you had on, though. Hmm.” He resumes tracing your skin, this time skirting the hem of the top of your black satin push-up bra and then cupping your breast in his hand. Minho exhales sharply and takes both of his hands and drags them down your stomach as he sinks to his knees.

You grab the handrail that you've been pressed up against, and steady yourself. Minho’s fingers are now tracing over your teeny tiny black g-string.

“Ah, you’ve packaged this up nicely for me too. You’re such a whore. You were probably hoping I’d get to see this, huh?” His left hand reaches around to grasp your bare right cheek and begins to stroke his finger against your lips, still through the underwear. The satin fabric makes it easy to glide his finger up and down. You are sopping wet now and your body is aching to be penetrated.

You think he is going to slide your underwear down your legs, but instead he loops his finger around the underside and tugs it to the side.

With the thong out of the way, he slips a finger through your bare lips. You groan at the sensation. You are slick and slippery and it takes Minho no effort to slip a finger inside of you. You grip the handrail and throw your head back. It’s been so long since you've had a man do this to you.

“So fucking ready.” He comments. “It looks like you’ve got dinner all ready for me. Just for me. You’re whole fucking outfit, these heels,” he gestures to your shoes, “the black lingerie. It’s like you knew I would be devouring you today.” He pumps his fingers in and out of you and squeezes your ass hard. You gasp with the sudden forcefulness.

“You don’t want to let your dinner get cold then.” you challenge him, you're dying for his face to be buried in your pussy.

Minho growls. Your bold remark spurs him on and the next thing you know his face is between your legs, his tongue presses up against your clit. He is not gentle, but this is not the time for that. You are hungry and ravenous too and you want it hard and dirty. Delicate just won’t cut it.

From the way Minho is ravishing you it appears he hasn’t eaten in a month! His grunts and enthusiasm makes you feel delicious.

You continue to hold the handrail and he forces one of your thighs over his shoulder, propping you up and allowing him more access. His tongue slips inside you now.

You realise that you haven’t actually touched him at all yet. You want to suck his cock. You've decided. Even though you haven’t reached an orgasm, you unhook your leg from Minho’s shoulder and guide him back to standing.

“Wait, why did you take my dinner away? Huh?” he demands aggressively, diving in to nip at your neck, his hands all over you. You can smell your wetness on his breath. You wonder if he is going to kiss you.

You push him off you and give him a seductive look. You bite your lip as you cast your eyes down to his jeans. You definitely want to suck his cock.

You begin to undo the button on his trousers, and ever so slowly unzip his fly. You pull his pants and boxers down just enough so that you can release his cock. It’s your turn to slink down to your knees and you're now face to face with his enormous, hard, throbbing erection. It sounds so cliche, but Minho is massive! Disproportionate to his frame in the most exquisite way. you clasp a hand around his shaft and position yourself to take it in your mouth. You begin by licking the pre-cum off the tip and his cock twitches. Minho sucks his breath through his teeth.

“That’s it kitten.” He encourages. You sink your mouth down around his cock and take it as far back as you can. You can’t get all of him in your mouth. You haven’t mastered deep throating, so you have to rely on your tongue and hand technique.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” you must be doing okay then. “You’re such a dirty slut kneeling on this filthy floor with cock in your mouth.”

Oh you like this dirty talk. You increase your pace and allow yourself to become more aggressive, needy and messy. You let saliva run down your hand as you stroke him and you moan and hum like it’s the best dick you've ever tasted. It is the best dick you've ever tasted.

Minho grabs the back of your head, tangling his fingers through your hair and forces you to hold steady as he begins to fuck your face. He grunts and moans with each thrust. Your eyes become watery and he is careful not to go any deeper than what you can handle. You dig your nails of your other hand into his ass and he growls like some sort of wild animal. His erection is so hard and swollen in your mouth that you're sure he is going to come any moment. You are about to pump him harder when suddenly he pulls out of your mouth and lifts you back off the floor pushing you hard against the wall where you started. Hooking an arm under each of your thighs he lifts you to perch on the handrail, your dress hanging open and slipping off a shoulder.

He aggressively and passionately gropes your breasts with one hand, holding you in place with his other. Finally, he grabs your face and forcefully, greedily, smashes his mouth against yours. You open your mouth for his tongue and he obliges you with a deep, erotic kiss. You can taste yourself mingled with mint, his tongue dancing with mine.

This sends your vagina crazy. Fuck me already you think.

As if registering your thoughts, Minho pulls back enough to reach down to your g-string and literally rips one side, then the other, angry that it dared to be there.

Now you're truly exposed. You hold onto his shoulders and he comes in close between your legs, and with one hand pinning you in place, he grips his cock with his other, and directs the head to push against your entrance. You need it so bad. You are on the verge of begging him to fuck you now.

His jaw hangs slack and his tongue pokes out the side of his mouth as he watches the tip of his cock rub up and down your lips, which is fucking dripping now. He slides it up through your lips once, twice, and then thrusts himself all the way inside of you in one motion. You cry out as you feel like you’ve been split in two as his hips meet your body. Minho pauses for a moment to let you adjust to him being inside of you.

“You’re dying for cock aren’t you? Look how well you take me. So greedy for my dick.” He leans his forehead against yours. “Are you ready to have your brains fucked out?”

Oh my God yes you are!

He starts to thrust in and out of you at a forceful pace.

“You know, Minho,” you pant, “I think you might be the slut. So desperate to fuck a woman in a filthy elevator”.

That was enough to tip Minho over the edge. With both arms hooked under each of your legs, he digs his fingers into your thighs and begins to slam into you at an exceptionally hard and fast pace. Your are so wet that his penis threatens to slip out, but Minho does well to thrust it back into you before that happens, until on one withdrawal it slips out entirely and you both groan in frustration and need.

He pushes his cock back in moaning in relief that it’s back inside. He pulls down the sleeves of your dress, biting and kissing your shoulder.

“You know, kitten,” he says hoarsely between breaths, “maybe we are just two needy sluts who enjoy fucking in the elevator.” He grins, and you laugh. But your laughing doesn’t last long because you are both so very close now.

You can feel the head of his cock pounding into your cervix. With every contact you scream louder and louder. He is so deep and you're living for it. His thrusts start to become a little staggered and wobbly. He is close, but so are you, and you are going to come God Damn it.

You hold tighter to his shoulders and you start to buck against him and he resumes holding your thighs and ass to support you.

“Come for me, come on my cock. That’s it sweetheart.” He concentrates on keeping steady so you can set the rhythm, and you come so hard your body shakes and shudders. You cry out as your climax overwhelms you.

“That’s it, good girl. You such a slut for my cock, huh?” he kisses your mouth.

“Mmm hmm.” you respond and you bite his tongue. “Now it’s your turn. Fuck me and fill me up with your cum.” you say filthily. This whole scenario is so dirty. Raw, dirty, sex. In a public place. With Minho.

You take his face in your hands “come in me.” you whisper breathlessly.

All it took was two more hard final thrusts and you could feel his semen release high up inside of you, painting your insides. Minho relaxes against your body. “Fuck that was so fucking… grrr. So good.” He growls and pulls out of you leaving you feel wanting.

You try to catch your breath and compose yourself as you redress, sans panties, and try to straighten your hair. Minho packs his cock away safely and bends down to gather all the things that had fallen out of your bag while you put a shoe back on. You didn’t even know it had fallen off!

“Here you go, kitten.” He passes you your handbag and presses the lift button so that it starts moving again. You hope no one had been waiting to use it.

“Thanks Minho.” you smile. He is so addicting.

The lift opens on level 3 and Minho steps out of the lift. Fuck, his ass is beautiful too.

Finally you reach your floor. You can feel Minho’s semen dribbling down your leg. You hurriedly hop out of the lift and rummage around your bag for your keys. While you’re searching, you realise your underwear isn’t in there! You keep rummaging. No way! You know they weren’t left on the elevator floor, you'd checked that nothing was left behind. Minho. The fucker. The kinky fucker. He’s fucking taken your underwear!

You should be angry, but you're more amused, and if you're honest very turned on.

That night, you lay in bed fantasising about your little escapade in the lift. You wonder what he is doing right now? Is he laying there with your panties wrapped around his cock while he jerks off and cums all over them? You reach into your bedside draw for your vibrator, and spend the next little while relishing in thought of Minho fucking your underwear.

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On the floor below, Minho takes a quick shower but his mind is still in the elevator with you. He hadn’t intended for it to go that far, he just wanted to eat you out, but you had other ideas.

He looks down at his penis “She really liked you doesn’t she?” he says to it endearingly.

Minho turns off the tap and dries off. He doesn’t dress. Living alone is convenient like that. You can do whatever you wanted. Don’t want to wear clothes? Don’t have to.

He strolls over to his bed and perches himself on the edge. He really can’t get you out of his head. He turns to his trousers that he had tossed on the bed earlier. Hmm that’s right, he thinks to himself as he reaches into the front pocket and pulls out the your torn panties. The panties he had torn off your delicious body. His cock twitches with the memory. He reaches in again and pulls out another item that he had taken when he was picking the things that had fallen out of your handbag. A lipstick.

Minho gets into bed and leans against the headboard, holding the items he stole. Is he a pervert? The black satin g-string was beyond repair, and he could see where you had been wet and leaking onto the fabric. He bites his lip. Then he takes the lipstick in his hand. Minho has an idea. His plan is to smear some of the lipstick around his cock to make it look like you had just sucked him off. Then he will jerk off.

But Minho is having trouble. How the hell do you get the lid off? He takes a closer look. A button. Okay let’s press that.

Buzzzzzz. It’s not a lipstick. It’s a mini bullet vibrator!

Arousal rushes to his cock. So you carry this around with you then? You are truly something!

He lays back into the mattress and places the vibrator against his balls. Mmmm! So good, especially because he knows that you have used this to pleasure yourself. Had all your juices smeared all over it. Shaken and convulsed on it. Minho shudders and exhales a shaky breath. He takes the torn panties and places it over his face. He wants to, no needs to, smell you. Taste you. Savor you.

With his free hand he reaches for his lube that he keeps under his pillow and squirts a generous amount all over the head of his cock. He starts to stroke himself rhythmically, breathing in as much of your scent as he can.

He imagines your sitting on his face. Your heels next to his head, and that you’re the one pumping his cock. He begins to buck his hips as he fucks his own hand. Faster and harder. He licks the panties pretending he is sucking and licking your pussy. Imagining you are moaning and coming on his face.

He visualises you sinking your mouth onto his cock all the way to the hilt. He knew you couldn’t take him all in, but in his imagination you are deep throating him, and using your vibrator to bring him to orgasm. Fuck. Minho’s cum covers his hand and paints his stomach. That was quick, but intense.

He relaxes his muscles, exhausted and satisfied and basks in the feelings of pleasure as he calms his heart rate.

He decides he needs to have another shower.

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@channieandhisgoonsquad @lyramundana @chansmandy a bit of naughty Minho for you my loves.

[tarantulasnot]

Cheating on Brian with Sub! Tim.

☆ Sorry I've been absent on here ☆

Can we start off by how absolutely gorgeous this man is?

Tim would learn from both you and his friend that your relationship wasn't as steady as it used to be. Over and over, you'd repeat that- "Brian was the sweetest guy." Or how you were, "sure that things would be fine in the end." At least, that's what you would say while you look at anything but the knowing burly man in front of you.

He felt guilty... so, so guilty for letting you slowly advance onto him. Tim wanted this- he wanted you however he could get it. Even though it was wrong. Your flirting slowly became more and more obvious, and your lips would look more and more desirable each day.

It was only after a few drinks and a bit of venting about Brian that you finally threw yourself at him.

"This seems to be taking a lot of energy out of you." Tim whispered to you, as if you two weren't the only people inside his house. You had a certain look in your eyes that he believed brought him to whisper in such a hushed tone. His breath catches in his throat as you peer at him with a look of an idea that he probably shouldn't participate in. It didn't help that during his late night fantasies, that was the first thing he'd think about.

Those eyes.

They'd stare him down while you pumped him in your fist, teasing him about how fast he was going to cum just from your absentminded stroking. Or the thought of them staring him down while he was on his knees, trying to make you feel good with nothing but his lips and his pretty pink tongue.

"You don't have to hide it anymore, Tim." You finally replied, and your fingertips slid over his knuckles before intertwining your hand with his. "You don't have to pretend to be interested, I know what you want."

He let out a low whine at what you were suggesting, and he nodded his head real slow.

"Please?"

☆☆☆

"That feel good Tim?"

Oh God it did. It felt so good, so much better than he thought it would. Your hand was stroking him so fast- too fast. Every time your fist encased his tip his thigh twitched, causing it to look like it was shaking uncontrollably.

"P-please! Ohhh God-"

You cooked your head to the side, and your other hand come up to his throat to angle his head upwards so you could suck on his throat while you pumped him.

"Please what?" You whispered, and you bit on the meat of his shoulder, suddenly focusing on his tip.

"Don't stop! Don't stop- please!"

His mouth was hung open in a low groan as you bit him, his cock aching in your hands as you thumbed his drooling slit, causing more pre to rush out.

Can someone finish this for me 😭

[loveshotzz]

The last sneak peek of Whatta Man I’ll give before it’s finished, really excited to share this with you guys. 💗 Your blind date finally shows up an hour late and you’ve already decided you want nothing to do with him. Doing the logical thing, you decide to just play stupid to get him to leave and Eddie helps you out 😈

“Hey, sorry I’m late. I’m Craig, Ariana’s friend. I think I’m supposed to be meeting you?” Shoving his hands in the pockets of his tan slacks, the maroon sweater he wears fits loosely over his thin frame, with dirty black chucks on his feet, his look screams ‘I listen to Nirvana’.

“Umm, I’m sorry? I think you have the wrong person? I wasn’t supposed to be meeting anyone here tonight.” It’s not believable in the slightest when the words come out of your mouth, the less confident delivery giving you away. The look on his face lets you know you’ve definitely been had.

“Are you sure? I was told to look for the girl with a lavender purse.” As if to prove his point he points to the exact one he’s talking about slung across your shoulder. He quirks a disbelieving eyebrow at you before continuing. “I know I’m late but this is ridiculous.”

“A lot of girls have purple bags, Craig.” His name comes dripping in venom, the need to get rid of him before Eddie’s return throwing any logic out the window. You needed to believe your own lie.

The sudden harshness in your tone has him raising his hands in defense, backing down a little under the daggers of your glare.

“Whoa, chill out, my bad. You just match the exact description I was given, that's all.”

Clenching your jaw in frustration because he just won’t give up, you try to hold your composure while your eyes flick towards the door in anticipation for his return.

“Well you’ve told me you were late twice already so she probably just left. Rude of you to keep her waiting honestly.” Narrowing your eyes at him, you know that he knows exactly what you are doing but you don’t care anymore.

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what happened, and not her being bitter I’m one measly hour late.” The way his words clip signal the rejection sinking in, as a glare sets firm on his face.

It’s the stare down of the century before Eddie comes barging through the entrance with a loud huff, cheeks red from yelling and hair slightly more mused than before. He checks to make sure you’re still where he left you before he glances over to Craig for a split second. Hopping over the bar with another skid of his boots, he still manages to give you a lopsided grin when he gets to the other side. Hitting the top of the bar in a series of beats he’s a ball of energy now.

“Sorry to keep you waiting sweetheart, Steve’s lucky the girl he took a knuckle sandwich for has a first aid kit. Rick keeps saying he’s gonna get one but I have yet to see it. Want another cocktail?” Talking a mile a minute with the leftover adrenaline from the fight he doesn’t notice the way Craig watches the two of you until he catches the awkward look on your face. Eddie’s face hardens, the softness he was giving you disappearing. “Something I can help you with buddy?”

You don’t even have to look at Craig to know he’s puffing out his chest with a point of his chin while he addresses Eddie.

“Actually pal, maybe you can.” His tone makes Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, a tested smile spreading over his lips while he lets Craig continue. “I was supposed to meet someone here for a blind date, she said to look for a girl with a lavender purse exactly like this one. You haven't seen her around here by chance have you?”

Eddie’s wide eyes meet yours, amusement filling the specks of golden brown as he picks up on exactly what’s happening. The corners of his lips twitch before he nods his head licking his bottom lip holding your gaze long enough to make you squirm before bringing his attention back to Craig with a low whistle.

“Oh yeah, I remember that hottie man. It’s a shame you were late, she took off with this dude she met waiting for you. She didn’t stand a chance though honestly, I know the guy he’s too smooth for his own good. Pretty good looking too, can’t be leaving your girl unattended around him man. He’s more of a metal head. Not into the grunge scene like you though. Probably wouldn’t have worked out between you two anyway.” Eddie catches your eye roll at his self indulgent story as you cover your mouth with the palm of your hand to hide your face splitting grin.

“Why don’t you walk away with some dignity, what’s that saying? There’s always more fish in the sea or some shit.” Eddie adds more salt to the wound, finally breaking Craig enough to give up.

“Whatever you say man, this bar is fuckin’ lame anyway. Who wants to drink to Third Eye Blind.” Grumbling his insults he slinks away taking one last look at you and Eddie before making his final exit with a flip of his middle finger.

Eddie’s stare is hot on your face, while you bashfully avoid his gaze keeping your eyes lingering on the door. When you finally dare to meet his eyes the shit eating grin on his face makes you groan, the buzz of your drink pulling a giggle out of you.

“Eddie, don’t —“

“Well, well, well aren’t you just a little heartbreaker huh?” His teasing only makes your cheeks grow hotter as you try to hide your face from his view.

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[storiesbyjes2g]

3.68 Get over it

Mama had a few things to do before visiting us, so I didn't know what time to expect her; just sometime that afternoon before Sophia got home. I worked out and did everything I needed to do in the morning to ensure I'd be home whenever she arrived. She greeted me with a big hug and a kiss, gushing about the house.

"This is such a cute little house! It reminds me of my first place in Brindleton Bay. I think this is a little bigger, though. How do you like it?"

"It'll do for now."

"Yeah, I bet," she said, staring at my little monsters. "They definitely need more room. That's how I ended up in Willow Creek. The things we do for our fur babies, right?"

I loved my little guys, but I don't know if I'd buy a bigger house specifically for them. I mean, true, they factored into our thoughts about moving, but we had bigger plans to accommodate. But I wasn't a dog lover like her, so there were plenty of things she did that I'd never do.

"Moving has come up, but we haven't discussed it seriously."

She watched them try to tackle each other and chase their own tails, mesmerized by doggy energy.

"They're so rambunctious! I love it! Luca, you're a daddy!"

I expected her to be excited, but it tickled me to think about how she'd be when I had actual children. She did everything for me and Less, so I knew she'd move Mt. Komorebi for my children. They have come up indirectly a lot lately, and now and then I thought about them, especially because I had to factor them into most everything I did. Originally, having children was this far off goal I figured I'd accomplish one day. But the goal got closer and closer by the day, and instead of fearing my lack of preparation and stressing myself out about it, I found the idea more and more appealing and welcomed it.

"LUCA, LOOK!"

Rosie began running in circles, and familiar twinkling orbs danced around her. I went outside to find Kooper, and he was doing the same thing.

"They're aging up already?" I asked in disbelief.

Even though they were loud and got into everything, I enjoyed them so much as puppies, and I thought we'd have more time for shenanigans. But I was glad for their adult phase. We could do so many more things together like go jogging. I knew Rosie would appreciate that. She was the more rambunctious one and ran around the house and yard all day like she was vying for a prize. Kooper was much more low key.

"Happy birthday, little dude!"

I went back inside and scooped up Rosie.

"Don't tell Kooper, but you're my favorite."

"Ahhh, so she's the one," Mama said. "Shiloh was always my best girl, but I had an extra special place in my heart for Hunter."

"I feel like I shouldn't have a favorite, though," I said.

"Yeah, it seems that way, but it's inevitable. We always gravitate to one thing when we have options. It's natural and happens with everything...favorite shoes, favorite pen, favorite chair..."

"Favorite child?"

Her eyes flicked open, and jaw dropped in surprise. Catching her off guard was really hard, and I felt immense pride in my accomplishment. She pretended to watch the dogs to avoid answering me, and I snickered at her. We all knew who her favorite was.

I thought Rosie would make a mad dash for the door when I put her down, but oddly enough she sat next to us and Kooper as if she were actively trying to spend quality time, and I appreciated it.

Mama's buzzing phone took her out of her fake busyness. A tiny smirk crawled across her face as she read the text. I had a question I'd always wanted to ask but selfishly never did, especially after I gave her permission to go public with Dwayne.

"Mama?"

"Hmm?"

"Why'd you never move in with him?"

Again, she was surprised.

"Would you have really been okay with him living with us?"

"Of course not. But even after we left. Every time I come over, I half expect to see him. I just thought you would have jumped at the chance."

"No, I understand. I honestly thought I would too, but...

She stared out the window for a moment, collecting her thoughts.

"Saying yes to him wasn't as simple as saying, okay we're in a relationship now. I also had to say no to your dad."

"You talked to Dad about it?"

She laughed and shook her head.

"Of course not! You see, even though we had been divorced for a while and were moving on, I still felt the need to show him how sorry I was. I felt like, if I got with Dwayne and lived happily ever after, that meant I won, and he lost."

"But...that's what happened."

"I know. But I didn't want it to be like that, especially since the situation wasn't malicious. I liked Ali. I mean, I loved him, but I liked him. He's really smart. Like, really intelligent."

"Yeah. I've learned that."

"Yeah! He's kind. And he's wise. I know you know that. He always impressed me, and I wanted him to like me too, even after it was over. Like, I knew he'd be angry for a while, but I didn't want him to hate me. I thought, if I move on completely with Dwayne, that door would be closed and he would never like me. So, when I said yes to Dwayne, I had to close the door and let go of the hope that we could be friends again. I had to reject that fangirl in me who still cared what he thought. Most of all, I had to stop allowing my love for him interfering with my love for Dwayne, because whether or not I like it, I made a choice and needed to live with it."

"Wow. That's...wow..."

"Yeah... But the thing is, Luca...that wasn't a one-time thing. I have to make those choices daily. Some days are easier than others. But lately..." She sighed. "Your dad and I are in a good place now. He likes me, ha! That makes it hard to commit to those choices, and I find myself peeking behind that door and leaving it cracked."

"But, Mama..." I couldn't believe I was about to rally for Dwayne, but I kinda felt sorry for the guy. "You're with Dwayne now. Don't you think you owe him all of your love?"

"Of course I do! This is the fight I have with myself every day."

I sat there for a moment, mulling over her words, feeling bad that she was still so tormented, but really frustrated that she refused to live with her choices. The rest of us had adjusted and moved on while she still clung to the past. And honestly? She kinda reminded me of a child who had a room full of toys but still screamed for more and was unwilling to share. And sadly, that made it easier for me to see how she decided to destroy our family. She wanted to have it all. And in her own sad way, she was still trying to have it all. That's when I realized what hid between the lines.

"If Dad came to you right now and said he forgave you and wanted you back, would you go back to him?"

She let out the longest, heaviest sigh I ever heard.

"I won't say yes...but I can't say no either."

Wow. Part of me felt for her. The torment I put myself through with all this dating stuff paled in comparison to what she went through. But another part of me wanted to yell, "He's not coming back! Get over it already!"

"Your sweetheart is home," she said. "We'll have to continue this later."

[supercriminalbean]

No Secrets without lies Chapter 3 --- A rainy weekend.

 Aaron Hotchner X GN!Reader.

Summary: The Reader and Aaron spend sometime together, taking Jack to his soccer game. but what happens when Reader mentions their going on a date, does Hotch become jealous?

Words: 4.5k

Warning: Swearing, drugs mention, drug addiction, smoking mentioned, anxiety mentioned, feeling down and self hate thoughts kinda. (If I’ve missed anything let me know.)

The next few weeks go by fast, cases coming straight after the other. JJ is finally back with the team permanently, as a profiler in training. You’ve been going over to Hotch’s apartment at least once to twice a week. Spending time with Jack and Aaron. Teaching both of them how to bake, or having a movie night.

 After Jack was in bed you would stay and talk with Hotch, telling him about your special interest and how you decided you want to be a profiler. Hotch enjoyed hearing you talk, watching as your face light up as you rumbled about the latest book you have just read. His heart always warms up the most when he watches you and Jack having fun, laughing while you try to teach his son how to bake. 

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One Friday evening, the team had just gotten back to the office after being away for 6 days on a serial killer case. It took awhile to hunt the unsub down, but thanks to Garcia, who managed to find his cabin in the woods. You're now sitting alone at your desk, getting some paperwork done. The rest of the team had already left, everyone looking forward to their own beds for the night. Yawning softly as you grab another file to do, yeah you feel exhausted but you hate the idea of going home to an empty apartment tonight. So having decided that the best thing to do is to keep yourself distracted with paperwork. It is now well after 11pm, when Hotch walks out of his office and notices you're still filling out files. Oh how he wishes he could say he's surprised to see you still here, but he's not. You remind him too much of himself, after Haley's death. Distracting yourself from the pain with work.

~~~

“You're still here” His voice making you jump easily, being to use to the silence of the office. Lifting your head sheepishly, locking eyes with Aaron as he stands in front of you, holding his bag with some files tucked under his arm. He stares down at you with a stern, disappointed look in his eye.

“Oh yeah, figured I would get some paperwork done, while it's still fresh in my mind” Looking up at him, you’re exhausted but your mind still seems to be running, all on its own.

“It's late, you can do it tomorrow, come on I'll give you a ride home” Hotch smiles gently, watching you.

“Nah it's alright, I'm wide awake, I'll just catch a cab home, I'm all good here Hotch” Smiling lightly, as you try to stiff back a yawn.

“(Y/n) come on, get up, I'm not leaving you here” Hotch gives you his sternest of looks, earning a low groan from you.

“There's no point in arguing with you, is there Aaron?” Your groan turns into a small laugh.

“Nope” Smirking as he picks up your bag beside you, and walks towards the doors without another word. After grabbing some of your files, you follow behind him.

~~~

As he drives you home, you're staring out the window zoning out. Getting lost inside your own mind, not hearing him call your name. A hand on your lap, pulls you out of your daydream, turning to look at him.

“You alright (Y/n/n), you've been quiet” He glances at you, concerned. Leaving his hand on your thigh.

“Oh I'm fine” Forcing out a small smile, his eyebrow raises slightly as he looks at you questionably. You sigh quietly looking back out the window again, wondering if it's time to open up a little.

“Okay I'm not fine, I'm struggling, this case took a lot out of me” You admit, not having the energy to keep hiding your emotions from him.

“You want to talk about it?” His voice is soft and caring, making you smile softly. His voice has always made you feel at home.

“Not really, but I don't want to be alone tonight” Sighing lightly, resting your head on the window.

“My place then, I’ll pick us up something for dinner.”

~~~

You're sitting on his couch, waiting for him to return back. After he walks Jessica down to her car, thanking her for looking after Jack. You're searching through his DVDs looking for a movie to watch, deciding on a random one just as he walks back in. Joining you on the couch, passing you your food.

“Find something yet?” He smiles as he starts eating.

“I just put something random on” Exhaling tiredly, as you start eating.

Letting the movie fill the room of noise as you two eat, making small talk about the case and Jack. Soon the movie just becomes background noise.

“Aaron, can I ask you something?” Looking at him softly, putting your food down, his eyes change slightly, turning his attention to you.

“You can ask me anything (Y/N)”

“You would tell me if I wasn't doing my job well right, just lately I've felt like my profiling has been off, like I feel like I’m just not doing it right” Looking at him nervously. He is your boss, he would tell you if you're doing a bad job, right? 

“(Y/n) you have been doing so well, you're doing great work, is this why you were distracted earlier?” His face fills with concern and confusion. The last couple weeks you had done better than most of the team. Putting things together faster and talking with the victims' families amazingly, he thought. He knew you struggled talking to victims and their family, but this week you had gone up and beyond. That's why he couldn't understand why you are worrying about your work effort. 

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“Are you sure? like I know I kind of went downhill after Emily's” Your voice drifting off feeling emotional, looking back at him. “I know my skills have been off, I know when we’re on a case I look at things different to the rest of us, maybe I'm doing it wrong. Sometimes I wonder if what I'm doing is even helping anyone” Swallowing thickly as you watch Aaron's reaction as you finally confess what's been bugging you lately. His face drops slightly, he never realised that's how you felt. He starts to wonder if those thoughts you're having were placed there by himself. He did tell you a few weeks back, that your skills were slipping, but that was only because you were getting too close to the truth, he never meant it at all.

“(Y/N) you are an important part of the team, yes you view things differently from the team, and that's one of the main reasons I hired you years ago, having someone who views things differently, helps us see something we might miss, otherwise there would have been plenty of times we would've missed something important, you have saved us from making many big mistake on cases, you have saved a lot of people from being hurt, you make a big difference to those people lifes. You are needed on this team (Y/N)” His voice stays firm, keeping direct eye contact. Hoping his words will be able to get you to see how important you are to the team, to him.

Smiling weakly, allowing his words to sink in, nodding gently.

“Thanks Aar, sometimes I just second guess myself and wonder if it's all worth it, you know?” Your voice sounding relieved, needing his confirmation that you were doing okay.

“I understand it, I second guess my actions sometime, too” His smile makes you relax more, smiling back at him, turning your attention back to the movie. Aaron watches you softly, taking in how attractive you look, smiling faintly as he turns back to the movie. 

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Half way through the movie you move yourself, so you're half laying down, resting your head on his shoulder. Your legs stretch out on the couch, smiling as his arm wraps around you, automatically. It wasn't uncommon for you to end up cuddling with him while watching a movie. You two first started cuddling while watching a kids spooky movie with Jack. You were acting scared to make Jack laugh which resulted in Hotch teased you saying he would keep you safe as he jokily pulled you into his arms. Where you stayed for the rest of the movie. Now you two seem to cuddle every time you're watching a movie. Aaron has quickly become one of your closet friends in the last few weeks. When you hang out with him outside of work, he feels completely different to your boss.

~~~

You end up falling asleep on his shoulder, looking peaceful. He didn't want to disturb you, but knowing how uncomfortable the couch is and that the bed would be more comfortable for you both to sleep in. Shaking you carefully, calling out your name, watching as your eyes flutter open slowly searching for him.

“Shoot I fell asleep, I'm sorry, I should get going” Yawning softly, your eyes closing again, on the edge of sleep. Your eyes flutter open once more at the sound of his laugh.

“Come on sleepy, let's get you to bed” Aaron smiling softly, as he stands, pulling you up with him. Nodding slowly as you allow him to lead you, half asleep to his bed. He helps you get in, before he gets inside the bathroom to change, he notices your back asleep. Smiling feeling at peace as he watches you for a couple seconds. Enjoying seeing you sleep so peacefully, you need your rest after the hard week you have just had.

~~~

Waking up gradually, yawning as your eyes open, smiling softly, as your eyes landed on Aaron who seems to be in a deep sleep. Rolling over on to your side, checking the time, 7am, meaning Jack would be getting up soon. Getting up carefully, avoiding making too much sound. Not wanting to wake Aaron up, knowing he never gets enough sleep. Closing the bedroom door as you walk into the living room, seeing Jack on the couch in his pyjamas, watching cartoons, he looks up with a grin breaking across his face. 

“(Y/n) your here” His energy bouncing around in his voice.

“That I am Jacky” Laughing softly. Wondering how someone could have so much energy so early in the weekend. You sit down beside him on the couch, turning to him.

“Have you had a good week?” Joy filling you up, as he climbs onto your lap. Snuggling down in your lap, his head resting against your arms.

“It was amazing, at school we went on a field trip to the zoo” His little face smiling up at you excited.

“Oh yeah, what was your favourite animal?” Smiling softly, running your hand through his hair gently. Listening to him as he rambles on about his favourite animals, telling you in extreme details. Earning a few soft laughs from you as he exaggerates, on how a Hippo tried to eat him and his friends. You're so distracted talking with Jack, that you never notice Aaron walking out, taking a couple photos of you and Jack. Putting his phone away, hiding the evidence before making himself known.

“Well what's going on in here?” 

“Daddy” Jack calls out, jumping off you running towards him. Aaron bends down bringing him into a huge hug.

“Hey buddy, how are you?” Aaron dad's voice coming out, full of joy. Warming up your heart, smiling softly as you watch them, lovingly.

~~~

The morning moves by quickly, getting ready for Jack's soccer game, which he begged you to come and watch. Of course you have to agree, making the little boy's face brighten up even more. When you all arrive at the soccer field, the sky starts filling with clouds, bringing a dump feel to the air. You’re standing on the sidelines with the other parents, cheering on the team. Hotch and Rossi are coaching the little kids who don't seem to be listening to what they are being told. Making you laugh as you see the cute little frustrated look on Aaron's face. By the time the game is ending, it's drizzling lightly, the kids all run back over to their parents. That's when you notice Jack running over to you, a smile covering his face. 

“That was a great game, Jack” Giving him a huge high five.

“Did you see that goal I got” His face beaming up at you, as Aaron and Rossi make their way over.

“I did buddy, I think you could be a famous player one day” Smiling brightly, as you meet Aaron's eyes. “You two did pretty good too, got a couple cute videos of you two running around”

“You better delete those” Rossi scoffs, shaking his head at you.

“Oh no way, I think the team would love to see these” Smirking smugly as he walks away to talk to a couple parents. Turning your attention to Aaron, who's drinking some water, his neck tilting backwards. Your eyes get stuck staring at his Adam apple as he swallows, your cheeks start to burn as you realise what you're doing. Swiftly moving your gaze away before you're caught. 

~~~

As Aaron finishes up talking to some parents, you're chatting away with Jack as you both wait.

“Can you stay over again tonight (Y/N) please, we can watch movies all night” Jack begs you, still full of energy. You always wonder how kids can have so much energy running through their veins. 

“Nah buddy I can’t stay tonight, I think I need my own comfy bed tonight” Looking up as you see Rossi walking over an unknown twinkle in his eyes.

“Why is daddy's bed not comfortable, I thought you liked his bed” A small pout was playing on his lips. Your face heats up slightly, as Rossi's signature smirk slides on, his eyebrows rising.

“Jack, are you saying (Y/N) has slept in your dad's bed?”

“Yeah they did last night” Jack answer obliviously, turning around to look at Dave.

“Not really, I mean” Exhaling deeply trying to think of what you could say to get Rossi smirk gone, but before you could come up with anything Aaron walks over.

“Okay, are we all set to go?” Aaron smiles, picking up the bag of soccer balls beside them.

“Almost, I just have a quick question for you Aaron?” Rossi smirks, turning to face Aaron, who's looking at him confused. Wondering as to why Dave looks so smug, and why you seem to be hiding your face from him. 

“Nope, no no you don't, Rossi” Shaking your head as Jack just looks between the adults, not understanding at all what's going on.

“What am I missing here?” Aaron looks at you for some clue.

“Why did I not know that you two liked sharing beds, while off-cases huh?” Rossi wiggles his eyebrow, hinting at something. Making Hotch huff his cheeks which are tinted with some pink.

“They fell asleep at my place, I was being nice Dave” Aaron clears his throat slightly. Lucky for him, his phone dings with a text, allowing him to change subject. As they all walk back towards the cars. 

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“Oh hey (Y/n) are you free today to look after Jack for me, my brother’s in town and wants to catch up for lunch” Aaron asks, as he reads his phone, avoiding the look Rossi is giving him.

“Yeah Aaron that's fine, as long as you're back by 5, I have plans tonight” Biting your lip, trying to stop your smile from growing.

“Plans huh? Drinking with Garcia?” Rossi questions, letting the other topic finally drop off.

“Nope actually, my ex is in town, and we’re going to grab a couple of drinks tonight, maybe then we will see how the night goes by” Smiling softly. Not catching the annoyed look that appears briefly on Aaron's face. Rossi sees it, and can’t help but smirk even more at it.

“Thanks, I shouldn’t be out too late today” 

“That works then” Smiling, turning your attention to Jack. “So what should we do today then Jackster, what to do some baking?”

“Yesss Can we also get some ice cream?” He looks up at you giving you his best puppy dog eyes, making you laugh.

“If you can beat me to the car, I'll buy you Ice cream” Smirking at him as he shoots off running. Laughing happily, as you chase quickly after him. Staying close behind him, leaving the other two behind.

~~~

“So You and (Y/N) huh, how long have you two been ‘sharing beds’ for?” Rossi snickers, glancing at Aaron. Who couldn't stop the smile spreading over his face as he watches you chase after his son.

“They fell asleep at my place a couple of times nothing has happened Dave” Shaking his head at his friend. You two are just friends, nothing more than that. Aaron keeps repeating in his head, trying to convince himself.

“And why not, why haven't you made a move yet?” Daves words, throwing him off. Making him go red, lost for words.

“I am their boss, that is inappropriate, also I do not have feelings for them”

“I never said anything about feelings, you two could always just have ‘fun’ ” Dave smirks, noticing Aaron cheeks grow redder. “For a profiler Aaron, you are not good at hiding how you feel, It's clear you think their attractive” 

“Dave drop it, Me and (Y/n) are friends, only friends” Aaron sighs, his words coming out harshly, making the smug look on Dave's face even larger.

“For now, see you at work Aaron” Chuckling as he walks past Hotch's car, towards his own.

~~~

You're looking out the window as Jack rambles on about the game. Glancing over at Aaron who is clutching the steering wheel tightly. The concern you have for him is growing larger, waiting to get back to his place so you can find out what the issue is. Wondering if it's to do with his brother, you haven't met him before. But from the stories you have heard, he sounds like he can be a handful. Your older brother continuously gets in trouble with the law, so you can understand how difficult families can be. You keep glancing at Aaron all the way back to his place.

~~~

While Jack is having a Shower, you're helping Aaron in the kitchen, making sandwiches for lunch.

“Okay Aaron what's up with you?” Sighing looking up at him, having enough of his silence. 

“Nothing” Shrugging his shoulders up at you, as he opens the fridge putting away the food, huffing as he turns back around. Being met with your arms crossed, staring at him with your face that just reads that you weren't putting up with any of his nonsense today.

“Want to try that again?” Raising your eyebrow, study him closely, as he tensen slightly, not meeting your eyes. “It's your brother isn't it? you're worried about him”

“You're not supposed to be profiling me” He smiles lightly, trying to get out of answering your question. Because yes he's a little worried about his brother, but mostly he just can't get the idea of you going out with your ex tonight, out of his head.

“It's not profiling, when it's written across your face, I thought you were better at hiding things” Teasing him gently, wanting him to feel comfortable opening up to you.

“I'm only bad at hiding when I'm around people I feel safe with” Shaking his head, an amused smile on his face, relaxing. As you move out of his way, wiping down the bench as he watches you.

“So want to talk about it then?” Glancing over at him, as he finishes putting the sandwiches together.

“It's just, my brother can bring trouble with him, doesn’t matter if he means to or not” He sighs faintly, resting against the counter, facing you. “I love him, he's my brother, but I started giving up on him after he didn't even reach out after Haley” His words fading away, gazing at the wall, gulping slightly, as he allows himself to open up.

“I get that it can bring back some unwanted emotions, but remember you are allowed to feel it, okay?” Smiling tenderly at him, earning a small force smile back.

“Thank you (Y/n), sometimes I just want him to be around, for Jack, so he can get to know him better, but, I can’t trust him around Jack today, not until I know if he's still clean off drugs” Aaron huffs out, feeling tired of it all, “Just want him to get his act together you know?”

“I get it, I have an older brother, who likes to get in trouble, but, Just remember Aaron, it's not your responsibility to take everything he does okay, you are allowed to set boundaries with him” Speaking carefully, wanting to comfort him as much as you can.

“You have a way with words, did you know that?” Aaron sends you a warm smile from him, his eyes meeting yours, filled with love and hope in his eyes.

��Oh I do, that's probably why you hired me” Laughing softly, bumping your shoulder with his.

~~~

Aaron had already left by the time you and Jack were finally having lunch. You like spending time with Jack, getting to know him better. Spending time with him made you feel like you were learning a different side of Aaron. Seeing small glimpses of him in Jack, always makes your heart flutter. 

“So Jackster, do you still want to do some baking today” Smiling as you see his face bright up.

“Yessss!” He exclaims, grinning brightly, making you laugh happily. “Can we make cookies?”

“Of course we can, and we make them in weird shapes, if you likes” 

“Ohh can we do dinosaurs?” His eyes lit up even more.

“Of course we will do dinosaurs, I'm no monster” Giggling, your heart melting at how Jack's little smile is so similar to Aarons.

~~~

“Look (Y/n) it's a T-rex” Jack cries out with joy as he shows you the cookies he has just cut out.

“Woah Jack that's amazing, look my one is a brachiosaurus”

“WOW, Its neck is huge!” Making you laugh along with him, cutting out more shapes, looking up as you hear the front door open. Watching Aaron walk in, his face lights up when he spots you.

“What's going on here?” His voice is full of delight, as he walks over.

“Daddy, look we are making dinosaur cookies” Jack giggles, pointing at them happily.

“Woah buddies these look amazing” Laughing as he looks down seeing Jack squishing them together to fit on the tray. “Carefully you don't want to squish them” Aaron smiles as he pulls out another tray, helping Jack move them over, he glances over at you, catching you staring at him.

“What?” He smiles happily at you.

“Nothing, you two are just adorable” Giggling softly, your heart beating faster as he chuckles at you.

“I am not adorable, take that back”

“Or what are you going to do Aaron?” Smirking taunting him.

“Or I’ll do this” Smirking evilly, as he leans over wiping some dough on your nose, making you gasp dramatically.

“Hotchner!” 

“Ohhh Daddys in trouble” Jack giggles, watching as you pick up some dough. 

“You are right Jack, daddy is in big trouble” Smirking, stepping closer to Aaron, who's laugh is bombing around the kitchen. As he backs away from you, moving Jack to be in between you both.

“Oh no you don’t Aaron” Laughing as you step to go around Jack. You're just about to reach him when you lose your balance, slipping on the cookie dough that's ended up on the floor. Aarons reflexes are quick, his arms shooting out instantly wrapping around you. Making the position look similar to something in a movie. His face being the only thing you can focus on, his smirk growing wide as you blush slightly.

“Think I just fell for you Hotchner” Laughing softly, your breath still stuck in your throat, your heart racing due to being this close to Aaron. He helps steady you on your feet, his hands still resting on your waist.

“I think you just did (Y/L)” His chuckle is light as air. As he goes to pull away, you grab his arm pulling him in closer. Leaning up a giant smile breaking over your face as you finally manage to smear the cookie dough over his cheek. Laughing as you pull away from him, his shocked face turning into a smirking grin. Jack giggles loudly as you high five him, declaring victory. 

~~~

Once the cookies are finally in the oven, Jack runs off to watch tv leaving you and Aaron to clean up the mess.

“So how was lunch?” Glancing over at him, while you're washing the dishes, he dries. 

“It was alright, I think he has change, he still smokes but that's it” He sighs quietly, “But other than that, he seems to be doing okay, he has a job at a restaurant in New York, hes happy”

“Well if he's happy that's the main thing right?” Placing a bowl down glancing at him, as he gives you a smile.

“You always focus on the positives, don't you?”

“If you don’t, then the world is just filled with sadness, and there's way too much of that around” Smirking as you meet his gaze.

“You are wise aren't you, doll?” The new pet name makes you blush lightly.

“That I am”

~~~

Once you two have finished the dishes, Aaron turns around to you.

“Are you staying for movie night?” His body looking relaxed and happy, and the idea of laying on the couch with your two boys is hard to decline. But you shake the idea of cancelling your date, out of your head.

“Not tonight, I'm going to catch up with my ex tonight, remember?” 

“Oh right, um why are you seeing your ex? Aren't they an ex for a reason?” His face drops a little, looking at you sternly, making you smirk slightly.

“What, you jealous Aaron?” Wiggling your eyebrows laughing, he shakes his head at you, an unreadable look on his face. “Well he's an ex from 4 years ago, we broke up due to the job, we only dated for about 5 months plus he was my friend before hand, so we keep in touch” Smiling slightly, “Plus I haven't had anytime for guys later if you know what I mean” Winking smoothly at him, which sends him to go red and silent, making you laugh even harder.

“You always have to make things dirty, (Y/n)”

“Oh If I don’t it gets too boring” Giggling silently as he walks over to Jack. His mind was running with the idea that you hadn’t had sex in awhile, because you had been hanging out with him almost every time there hasn’t been a case. Jealousy running through his veins at the idea of you going out tonight, just to get laid even though he was right there. He tries clearing his mind of wanting to pleasure you instead of you going to your ex. Knowing that he can never act on these thoughts.

~~~

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[wraenata]

You seem to put a lot of energy into being considerate of others. I'm thankful for it but like, how? I hope you're taking care of yourself.

Hi anon! Thank you very much, I really appreciate this.

I really like being considerate of others, in fact it makes me happy. When I see someone having a down day, I just want them to know that someone saw, and wants things to get better for them. Because that's how I really feel. I love all of you in my phone and I want you to be ok. And I like leaving nice tags for people on their art, because I know how much joy that can bring.

But, ugh, yeah. I'm not going to lie, it takes a lot of energy.

I think I'll put the rest under the cut...

Ever since the months started getting warmer this year I've been having more trouble keeping up with my dash (I'm someone who needs to scroll through the whole thing). Before the wedding I was in and covid about a month ago, I was able to just barely keep up with my dash and also scrolling the rise tag. Because I didn't want to miss anything! I also was able to scroll through ao3 to see what new fics were posted and bookmark ones I wanted to read! I...haven't been able to do that anymore...and I hate it.

I'm so far behind on reading fanfics that I absolutely enjoy because I just don't have the energy for reading anything longer than 1k at a time right now. And I can't start any new ones until I catch up on the old ones. There are so many writing posts I came across on my dash that are stuck in draft jail until I have time and energy to read them. And quite a few art posts that I came across when I just didn't have time.

I try hard to keep up with my dash at work but I only have so much (extremely generous) time to do that. I'm often speed running tags when I don't have a lot of time or energy. And sometimes I can't express just how much I love your art because of that low time or energy. And I hate putting posts in drafts cause it piles up and gives me anxiety. And when I come home its just, dash, all night.

I am eternally grateful for @/teainthesnow, she keeps all the tmnt tagged posts coming onto my dash so I can still see them (if you see this tea I am so appreciative of all the work you do for the fandom, you are an amazing person and I love you/platonic).

I've already unfollowed a few blogs, and I agonized over it, for like weeks, before doing it. But it hasn't been enough. If you noticed I unfollowed you in the past 2 months, please know that it was nothing personal and I hated that I had to do it. I miss seeing your posts and how your day is going. We are mutuals in my heart forever.

In fact I wish I could follow so many more blogs but I have had to stop myself for a while now. And it really fucking sucks. I've tried filtering a bunch of tags to make it easier too but it's not enough.

The fact of the matter is, I need to unfollow more blogs. And I hate to do it. I know I need to do it. I've known for a while now. I don't have the energy to keep up with it anymore, not after getting covid. I'm just so tired. All the time.

If you see that I unfollow you at some point, again, I love you and we are mutuals in my heart forever. All of my followers are my mutuals. My askbox and messages are always open. You can always tag me in posts (and oh my I'm just remembering all the of tag games I haven't had time to do) I just can't keep up with this anymore. I want to get back to reading fanfic and making the mountains of fanart I want to do for people.

I just, I love you all. But I'm so so tired. I really hope if anything comes out of this long ramble, its that I love you all. The rise fandom has given me so much and I want to return that love.

I'm sorry for the late response anon, and I'm sorry for turning your lovely ask into a bit of a vent. I've tried to put this off for as long as I could, but I just can't do it anymore.

I love you all though <3

[unforgottenrobot]

Broadchurch: The Next Chapter

Chapter 7 - The Question

Alec stood on Anna’s doorstep, the cool night air nipping at him as he adjusted the collar of his jacket. He had been thinking about this all day - what he was going to say, how he was going to bring it up. This wasn’t something he did often - being assertive about his feelings - but tonight felt different. He knocked lightly on the door, bracing himself for the conversation ahead.

The door swung open, revealing Anna, her smile bright and playful. “You’re right on time, Detective,” she teased, stepping aside to let him in. She was dressed casually, but there was an unmistakable energy about her, something mischievous in her eyes.

“Can’t have you thinking I’m always late,” Alec replied, his voice low but warm as he stepped inside. The cozy glow of her home wrapped around him, making him feel more at ease than he’d expected.

Anna closed the door behind him, playfully leaning against it. “Well, I had a few things planned for us tonight,” she said, her voice soft, teasing, as she reached out to take his coat. “Hope you’re not in a rush to get home.”

Alec smiled, but there was a seriousness in his eyes. He gently caught her hand as she took his coat, holding it for a moment longer. “Anna,” he began, his tone more direct than usual, “there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

Anna blinked, caught off guard by the shift in his mood. “Oh? What’s that?” she asked, her playful demeanor softening into curiosity.

Alec let out a breath, deciding to just come out with it. “I’ve been thinking... maybe we should move in together.”

For a moment, the room seemed to still. Anna stared at him, her mouth parting slightly in surprise. Of all the things she expected Alec to say, this hadn’t been one of them. “Wait... you want me to move in with you?” she asked, her voice tentative as she tried to catch up with his sudden assertiveness.

Alec nodded, his expression serious. “I’ve thought about it a lot. We’ve been seeing each other for a while now, and it just makes sense. You spend a lot of time at mine anyway, and I -” He hesitated, softening. “I want you there. All the time.”

Anna smiled, though her surprise hadn’t fully faded. “I mean... wow, Alec. This is - this is unexpected. I didn’t think you’d be the one to bring this up first.”

Alec smirked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Not usually my style, I know. But I talked to Daisy about it.”

Anna’s eyes widened again. “You did?”

He nodded again. “Yeah. I didn’t want to ask you without making sure she was okay with it. She’s... she’s happy about it. She likes you, Anna.”

Anna’s heart swelled at his words, her initial surprise fading into warmth. “I like her too,” she said softly. Then, with a playful glint in her eye, she stepped closer to him, her hand resting lightly on his chest. “I have to admit, this emotionally assertive Alec is really persuasive. And very sexy.”

Alec gave a small chuckle. “I’m full of surprises.”

Anna bit her lip, her hand trailing down his arm. “Well, I suppose if Daisy’s on board... I’d love to move in with you.”

Alec’s shoulders relaxed visibly at her words, the tension he’d been carrying all day slipping away. “Good,” he said simply, though the depth of his relief was evident in his eyes.

Anna grinned, the playfulness returning to her voice. “But tonight, you’re a guest in my house and I want to be a dedicated hostess. So, are you ready for what I had planned, or have I lost you to serious Alec for the rest of the evening?” She said with a playful frown. Alec shook his head, a smile pulling at his lips. “No, I’m all yours.”

“Good,” Anna replied lustily, leaning up to kiss him softly. “Because I’m only getting started with you.”

[frostypoppy]

opinions on blossutch,,, thoughts, headcanons, or maybe you hate it now idk.

This is going to be a long post because there are so, so, so, so many thoughts I have on Blossutch. I think about them, at least, once a day, to keep me sane.

Blossom has always been my favorite puff. There's something about A-Type characters and me, we just jam together. Butch, on the other hand, grew on me so freaking much when writing and expanding on what his character can be. He's a crackle of energy and lives in the moment and is kind of all over the place, but he just wants to make whatever he's doing fun for himself and those around him. The dude is observant and better at understanding people than you may think.

This is kind of where I like to find their balance. Butch brings a needed spontaneous nature into Blossom's by-the-books life. She helps him want to get organized, or at least, motivates him to figure shit out and have a direction to whatever he pleases. She thinks analytically, he thinks with emotions; they see both sides of things and learn together. Blossom, let's face it, is a perfectionist, it's her fatal flaw, but Butch is a person who's okay with failing and trying again. Seeing that from the person she admires dearly, eases her fears and it's what allows her to feel the most comfortable with Butch. Blossom is the one person who takes Butch seriously when no one has, and he's pretty sure she's the first person to ever turn to him for advice or acknowledge his intellect. He's loud and obnoxious and outgoing, he's absolutely ridiculous to be with, but he's also the person Blossom has laughed the hardest with and why she's more willing to put herself out there and open up to people. And with Blossom, Butch finds the beauty of what can be said in the silence.

As far as head canons:

Growing up, Blossom didn't think much of Butch other than twitchy ruff, and for Butch, she was girl Brick. They don't really interact beyond puff/ruff feuding and school bump-ins, until later in high school when they're assigned as lab partners and from it, a budding friendship into best friends that doesn't take a turn until their mid-twenties.

Blossom is the big spoon. Always.

They're the kind of couple whose favorite thing is just to be with each other. They could be waiting at the DMV for hours, or suffering from food poisoning, but if it's together, it was the best day. This also makes them the worst couple to invite places. Because if you invite one, you best believe the other will be there, and they kind of will do their own thing. This isn't a diss or intentional, it's just they have the most fun when with each other.

Shouldn't be surprising, but they are THAT couple when it comes to PDA. Butch is a touchy, puppy dog kind of a guy, and Blossom has come to understand and accept his need for physical touch. Besides, he's hot and she's allowed to make out with him whenever she so pleases.

They are terrible sleepers. Butch has too much energy to get more than two-three hours if he's lucky. Blossom, either overworks herself or her mind overthinks. This leads to them having a lot of late-night hang-outs/dates at the start of things, and when they do move in together, they find it a bit easier to sleep until an acceptable five to six hours.

They have the worst taste in media consumption. Their watchlist consists solely of whatever is ranked low on IMDb, and probably the reason that one shitty show you swear no one watches got renewed. The same goes for Blossom's choice in non-academic reading. Any of those terrible romantasy books you've heard about, she's torn through it with highlighted passages and colored sticky tabs on all the cringy dialogue/plot holes/questionable smut. She rants to Butch about them often, and sometimes, he'll quote something to see if she notices (primarily the spicy stuff). 97% of the time she catches it, and 3% of the time she's embarrassed a line worked on her.

Butch buys her flowers every other week just before the last bouquet is about to die.

Butch is and will always be ACAB, and he is strongly against any superhero organization. He gets Blossom and her sisters are genuinely trying to make a difference and help people, but superheroing sometimes involves collaborating with cops. Unless there's an attempt of assault or murder, Butch won't get involved even if it's happening right in front of them. This tends to be their biggest disagreement because Blossom understands his personal grievances and she agrees to a point with him, but she does wish he'd helped out when a robbery or monster attack derailed their date night.

Before they even got together, they were relationship people. Blossom's past ones were known to have at least a two-year minimum, and Butch had a hard time entertaining anything if he wasn't committed due to his quickness of boredom.

Blossom's humor is saltine-cracker dry and her jokes are often taken as rude because not a lot of people realize she's attempting a joke, they don't even think she's capable of telling one. But ask Butch, and he'll tell anyone willing to listen she's the funniest person he's ever met.

While I'm a color-crack shipper first, I do love other ships (brickercup, the blues, bubbles and/or boomer having a queer relationship with a normie), and I like to think of Blossutch as the constant. There has to be a time of wacky hijanks that lead to them and the others breaking into the multiverse later in life, and while their siblings are disgusted/perplexed by whoever is paired differently with them, Blossom and Butch are together in every alternative timeline they are shown.

Okay, okay. I think that's more than enough. Before I go, I wanted to say thank you for this ask. I've been putting off a Blossutch project I have planned for a summer release (hence why I think about them daily) and this definitely got the ol' brain working in the right direction. Hope this was something worth reading, lol.

[erstwhilesparrow]

can i request 🪐🌿❄️🦷 for the writers' truth-or-dare? (also *waves frantically* osashiburi!! we should 100% catch up some time this week; consider this my 'whoops i haven't messaged you in ages, hello again!' post, too)

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

i've been in a really good mood overall for... possibly most of this past week! i have had Energy For Reading/Watching/Listening To things! i've listened to several more episodes of Mabel, a podcast i've always enjoyed the beginning of and never gotten around to the end of. i think those all technically count as the same good thing.

the other good thing is my cool irl writer friends and i are meeting up tomorrow and we're gonna Talk About Writing Stuff! i'm gonna show them a zine i made and we will discuss the artistic merits of old high school projects. is this technically an Ongoing thing? hm. i guess not. the conversation with cool writer friends is an ongoing thing?

the third good thing is i've been on a real pokemon kick lately. it started with me getting into pokerogue, a roguelike pokemon fangame, and now i'm delightedly trying to assign my favourite characters pokemon teams and learning lots of pokemon facts :3

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity

oh gosh. i dunno. do i get to talk authoritatively about that? i think when i have trouble writing, the way to deal with it could be literally anything. go to sleep. scribble in a notebook. look at other people's art. try a new medium. lie down and simply do not think about anything at all for a while. go for a walk. take a little piece of writing and pick out all the reasons you like it very very specifically. do some kind of craft that uses your hands more than your brain. play the nearest instrument. try things and see if they help? i've had a lot of luck with Looking At Really Cool Art Other People Made and also Listening To Other People Talk About Cool Art, but i don't know how well that works as generalized advice ^^;

❄️ ⇢ answered already here! tl;dr: empires smp circus au by ao3 user alouette_des_champs would bang.

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

oh dear. i really don't think i get to dispense general life advice. i think other people with better examples have already said the whole [do whatever works for you to get the thing done] speech, and that's the closest i have to something i'd feel okay about giving as an answer here.

uh. well. exciting answers aside, hi!! i am waving frantically back!! it is good to hear from you again!! we certainly should catch up!! i've been getting ever so slightly more into the whole process of finding music on bandcamp, and i'd like to hear about your music adventures (if you've had any), and i think you'd approve of my fucking around with zines and twine :3

[oceanlipgloss]

was belial’s h scene voice acted? ik that he can’t actually “speak” without jjyu but i still really hope there was a voiceover of what he was “saying” through touch >_<

Hey there, anon:) I'm sorry for the atrociously late response. I've been logged out of Tumblr and on hiatus, ongoing.

[THE UNWANTED INTRO]

To answer your question and please prepare to be disappointed, I'll say that I have no clue :P that's because, while I do swing between playing story scenes often with no audio to rarely with low audio, I always dive into H-scenes with my volume on zero. To me, that makes it more effective and easier to focus. I'm also not very interested in the 'erotic' genre of voice-acting, if you will.

Actually, the game altogether has been on mute for a loooong time now lol a bonus pro that comes with that is the option to listen to music of my own (were I in the mood to do so) as I get daily/weekly achievements done.

+fun fact: the only game I play with both BGM and voice on is Mystic Messenger; it's not merely a game to me, but one of the dearest things to my heart.

[THE SEMI-ANSWER]

Now I'll get to the subject at hand, so: if I were to use logic and give an answer, I'm inclined to assume that Belial's H-scene most likely had very little to no voice acting (i.e. the 'husky moan' part may be voiced), though it would be pretty cool if what he wrote on MC's body was voiced—as in, those were his 'thoughts' and 'intentions.'

However, it's noteworthy to mention that Belial can, in fact, talk without Jjyu, but the deal here is with how his voice sounds, something which makes apparent the reality that his vocal chords have been subjected to certain trauma. For citation: his voice is described in-game as though 'coming from a damaged pipe,' (and that description was made when he said Solomon's name before he and MC broke their contract, I believe).

He also did talk a whole lot before his H-scene (while he was in the hospital), which is a reason as to why I was confused once it was mentioned in his H-scene that MC had 'never heard him talk.' Perhaps that was meant to refer to how, since his voice is damaged, MC had never heard his 'healthy' voice.

[THE SECOND BABBLE]

Either way, PB should please forget about Panty Party for a minute and make an editing and polishing party for the writing 'cause it thirsts for needs that quite desperately, man lol

Improvement was made in the latest chapter, in Gamigin's event, and in Leraye's event despite the frightening mistakes, which of course is better than nothing, but damn...

And although I have no clue about the severity of the linguistical horrors that surely haunted (Selfie) Lucifer's prologue + story and (Uniform(?)) Leviathan's I didn't bother to read the prologues or pull for the cards and unlock the stories, I can definitely guess :P

[THE UNRELATED NOTE]

Belphegor's appearance fucks, and he hasn't even been entirely shown yet.

The double iris + pupil? The black, apparently slicked-back hair? The numerous silver piercings?

His eyes on their own are quite eye-catching horrific pun intended and unique. And the little pieces of trivia sprinkled about him in chats made me like him. He seems to be pretty strange lol

+edit: PB's latest post about him? He's likeable material for sure. I mean, the literal embodiment of sloth—who cannot be bothered to leave his room other than once in a blue moon and deals with a mass of stuff as quickly as possible before holing himself back up in his room—spends time and energy making a mask because he read a comic. So boyish and quirky. He then threatens to kill anyone who dislikes his craft. He's a cute one.