does he get that look in his eye

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Um, I'm kind of new to offering a prompt, but if you're still doing these.. what about one where LI and MC go skinny dipping? Obviously not in the canals, but... you get the idea?

“W-what are you doing?!”

Finn looked up at Julian, grinning as he tugged off his trousers. “What does it look like?”

Julian scoffed, flushing a beautiful shade of pink as his eyes frantically scanned the gardens. He stepped forward, attempting to stifle a groan as Finn finally removed his underwear, standing in all his naked glory. “We are in the palace, Finnegan!”

“Ohh, Finnegan, is it? You must be mad,” he chuckled.

He ignored Julian’s protests and stepped into the fountain, swiftly dipping below the shallow surface and emerging looking like some kind of bloody god, water droplets dipping into to every deep curve of muscle, raven locks clinging to his perfect face.

Julian swallowed, his throat suddenly very dry as Finn smirked, offering him his hand, golden eyes glistening. “Come on, its late, and know the guards won’t be by for at least an hour. Please join me?”

How could he resist? He sighed dramatically, unbuttoning his shirt. “You are the worst.”

Finn flicked a handful of water at him, grinning like a fool as Julian stepped in to join him. He reached up, pulling him down for a crushing kiss, the water gently lapping around their bare waists.

Julian hummed gratefully as Finn ran wet hands through his hair, tugging gently. “You look good in the moonlight,” Finn sighed, pressing a kiss to his jaw, trailing down the column of his throat. “I mean, you always look good, but now…”

Julian bit his lip as Finn growled against his skin, his teeth lightly scraping along the curve of his throat, fingers still tangled in red curls.

“You’re the worst,” Julian grinned, gratefully sinking into Finn’s hungry embrace, forgetting where they were, the day, the month, even his damn name…

anonymous asked:

Rich Hux. What if Ben thinks it is all a joke???? Instead of getting angry, he has this heartbroken expression, imagine his big, hurt, doe eyes, looking at Hux. I would be dead, man! And Ben. Just leaves the room. Like, he cannot believe! I wanted the kinky stuff but my brain went for the angsty route.

I was thinking that Ben locks Hux’s door and absolutely devours him, fucking him hard but quietly but angsty is a good route too! And Armitage can’t even chase after him; he’s wearing lingerie AND his father is in the house!!

Imagine Jack questioning yours and Dean’s ‘friendship’ when he sees you cuddling and why he is the little spoon.

“Jack.” Castiel breathed out “Jack!” he said louder, getting up from his seat and trying to catch up with the nephilim.

“Dean? Dean?” the younger man shook the sleeping hunter on the shoulder. Dean snored softly as per usual, oblivious to what was going on in his sleep, and you lay behind him with an arm drapped over him and your legs tangled. Your face was buried in the crook of his No matter how you fell asleep you’d always end up in the weirdest positions ever, this was the most usual one considering he liked to keep a hold of his gun to feel safe for the both of you.

“Jack, I wouldn’t do that!” Castiel pushed the saloon door open, trying to warn him but it was too late.

“Aaah!” Dean snapped awake and cocked his gun, pointing it at Jack. Sam jumped awake at the noise and you let out a groan when Dean’s abrupt movement woke you up.

“No, no no! Dean’s, it’s me. It’s me!” Jack raised his hands in surrender. Dean raised an eyebrow at him, glancing at Cas with only one eye open.

“Ah hey” he said in a rough voice, lowering his gun.

“D” you whined, the man putting the gun away and turning slightly to lay on his back so he could have a better look at you.

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[Fluff Prompt Table 005] Habits + Transformation

Last post for the games. It’s been a blast!

AU where Cas is the narrator for a Nat Geo documentary and Dean is one of the sound engineers. Cue late nights in the recording studio and Dean cracking up at the parts about mating rituals because Cas can say stuff like, “For a predator that averages 1,000 pounds, he is surprisingly gentle” with a totally straight face and everything is thrice as funny past midnight.

(Meanwhile, Dean’s co-worker is watching them both like, ‘Uh huh, look who’s talking. You’re the ones doing a mating dance.’)

Naturally, once they start dating, Cas randomly brings out his narrator voice to mess with Dean, like when Dean is in the bathroom shaving before their date and Cas is standing in the doorway all, “There he is, the striking male, grooming himself.” Dean rolls his eyes and blushes profusely and thinks his boyfriend is so ridiculous but holy moly, does that voice get him going.

Go See ‘Call Me by Your Name’

For a richer experience (re: more gifs and examples), read the review on medium.com.

The film is beautiful in every sense of the word and as both actors have put it, is an earnest story of first love, coming of age, vulnerability, sexual awakening, and so much more

I’m aching to see Call Me by Your Name again (update: I have). I am so enamored by the screenplay, the direction, the cinematography, the soundtrack, but most of all the actors. All of them are marvelous in their roles but the dynamic between Armie (Oliver) and Timothée (Elio) as well as the way Michael (Mr. Perlman) and Amira (Annella) carried themselves, just unf, so fucking good.

The acting in this film has so many levels, from Timothée Chalamet’s emotional rawness to Armie Hammer’s control of tone and nuanced facial expressions to the final monologue performed by Michael Stuhlbarg.

It was so refreshing and captivating to watch all of the characters interact with one another. I honestly don’t believe the film would be what it is without the cast. They delivered the story of Call Me by Your Name by André Aciman in ways that far exceeded my expectations. There are parts of the film that differ from the novel but I kind of appreciate Luca Guadagnino’s & James Ivory’s decisions to have the film stand apart from being an exact retelling of the novel.

There are dozens of scenes from this film that are memorable, that made me bite my lower lip, that made my heart ache. Moments where I laughed unexpectedly and felt safe, and moments where I felt like I was reliving a vulnerable experience.

I love films that can do this to me despite the emotional and psychological toll they can have.They delivered the story of Call Me by Your Name by André Aciman in ways that far exceeded my expectations (having read the novel and not being a fan of it almost a decade ago). There are parts of the film that differ from the novel but I kind of appreciate Luca Guadagnino’s & James Ivory’s decisions to have the film stand apart from being an exact retelling of the novel. 

There are dozens of scenes from this film that are memorable, that made me bite my lower lip, that made my heart ache. Moments where I laughed unexpectedly and felt safe, and moments where I felt like I was reliving a vulnerable experience.

I love films that can do this to me despite the emotional and psychological toll they can have.

Aftermath of the Peach 

This scene stood out because the film ‘went there’ but it’s also where Elio goes through an array of emotions: being aroused to feeling embarrassed to feeling ashamed and there’s that word again, left vulnerable in front of Oliver. What I love about this scene is that Oliver immediately understands and stops joking around, embraces him, and then holds him. 

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It was such a beautiful and tender scene and one that resonates with me strongly, for having lived moments where I was that vulnerable and my lover at the time held me but also because it made me remember the times where I didn’t have anyone or the person I wanted to make me feel safe didn’t and I was forced to deal with feeling raw by myself.

This is something the film constantly has me doing: remembering moments where my expectations were met and weren’t. Having me sway back and forth between content and melancholy, and where that might sound like torment, I appreciate the effect the film has on me.

Elio’s Spot

Another phenomenal scene where Chalamet’s ability to be a vulnerable and portray a sentiment we all can understand and even appreciate is when the two are in Elio’s secret spot, standing in the cool waters of the spring and this dialogue occurs:

I am notorious for downplaying compliments, it’s an awful habit, and the way this scene was shot and acted just had me nodding my head.  I haven’t resonated so closely with a character in so long that having it played in front of me I found myself completely stunned and in awe.

That Cheesy Moment

Of course I’d mention this scene where Oliver, with his hand on Elio’s face, whispers: “Call me by your name and I’ll call you by mine.

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I distinctly remember my face scowling and rolling my eyes whenever I saw this clip play in the trailer. A tiny but commanding voice in my head going, “Ugh, cheesy”, but the build up to this scene and having it finally unravel I found myself blushing. I could feel myself turn pink with excitement and my jaded self eroding away to allow for beautiful and romantic moments to happen without scorn.

Like, getting real with y’all here, but I can’t find the words to perfectly explain the importance and beauty of this scene but know that it’s so much more intense than what the trailers show.

The way Eroticism is portrayed

One criticism the film receives is that there isn’t a full-on sex scene and not going to lie, where it’d be nice, I’m relieved. I’m glad there isn’t a full-on scene where one of them has their legs up in the air and the other is thrusting and grunting. Why? Because they handled it so much better, far better than a sex scene would’ve been.

A good chunk of the novel, and the film, revolves around nuances and subtlety in both the way Elio and Oliver speak to one another but also the way in which they touch one another. 

Here’s some examples…

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I find all these moments where the two are stealing glances at one another, finding excuses to be close, or even touch to be some of the most erotic moments of the entire film. These scenes aren’t trying to be sexy, they just are and they leave the viewer feeling intoxicated, eager to see what happens next.

There’s one particular moment, just before the two have sex (off-camera), that just shows Luca knows what the fuck he’s doing as a director.

Elio and Oliver are sitting next to each other on a bed, both of them not entirely sure how to go about this. Slowly Elio moves his foot on top of Oliver’s, to which he responds, “What are you doing?” and a nervous Elio bashfully laughs “Nothing…” We then see Oliver move his other foot on top of Elio’s and plays with his toes while asking him, “Does this make you happy? You aren’t going to have a nosebleed are you?” which breaks the tension and eases Elio’s nerves.

When this scene played out I was astonished by how cute, intimate, but more importantly suspenseful and erotic the scene was. You could feel the sexual tension between the two in your own bones and I can remember my heart beating faster with anticipation, a lump in my throat as I began to live vicariously through the characters.

It’s a perfect example of how you don’t need a sex scene to convey love.

The Train Scene

It’s sad. It’s the moment where Elio sees Oliver off and there are little to no words exchanged between the two and that’s what makes this scene memorable. So much is said through gestures and facial expressions from both Armie and Timothée, they don’t need to say the words to convey what they feel because it’s understood. [Fun Fact: If you read the screen play, it’s written that Oliver recites the lyrics to “Love My Way” by The Psychedelic Furs]

And damn it, I just fucking can’t get over the scene immediately after. Elio sitting at the bench, just before he gets up, he lets out a breath and does his best not to cry. He then goes to the phone booth and calls home, where he talks to his mother and during this his tone falters while he says, “Listen, Mom, can you…can you come get me, Mom?” Oh my heart, it ached so much, I wanted to reach out and hold him. And the momentum of this scene continues, where it cuts to Annella driving Elio home and Elio, with puffy eyes and a look of utter heartbreak and sorrow.

You can watch this scene here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Nr7BTBwZoxU 

I loved how this was scene was filmed, how Amira Casar composed herself as Annella and comforted her son. She didn’t ask questions or scold him to “man up,” she smoked a cigarette and drove all while letting her son mourn Oliver’s departure. 

Mr. Perlman’s Monologue

Remember, our hearts and our bodies are given to us only once. And before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it.

Right now, there is sorrow, pain. Don’t kill it.

Embrace it with the joy you’ve felt.

I’d be doing everyone a disservice if I didn’t mention the final monologue given by Michael Stuhlbarg. It’s in this moment where the audience realizes that the parents, or at least Mr. Perlman, was aware of the relationship between Elio and Oliver. This is so powerful and so meaningful, in this scene Mr. Perlman doesn’t pass judgment but just tries to comfort his son with some words of wisdom.

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The delivery from Stuhlbarg is breathtaking and oscar-worthy. In interviews, Stuhlbarg talks about how the film and its message resonated with him as a parent: “One of the sentiments that I love most strongly is the idea that as humans, we go through all sorts of things, and how lovely for a parent to say, ‘I see what you’re going through, and as hard as it may be, don’t crush it or try to ignore it.’” [see the full interview on vox.com

So it’s no surprise that in this final speech to Elio that every word that comes out of Stuhlbarg is with intent and carefully placed to really drive home that Mr. Perlman cares for his son, realizes his son just went through first love, and doesn’t want him to do what everyone else does when they meet heartbreak.

The Ending Credits

It’s the winter after Oliver left and Elio gets a surprise call from Oliver. They catch up, where Oliver tells that he’s getting married next spring. Moments after Elio is whispering into the phone, “Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio, Elio…” to which Oliver responds, “Oliver…I remember everything.”

The film then cuts to Elio sitting over a fireplace, his mother setting the table for dinner, and the ending credits begin to play, leaving viewers to watch Elio go through wave after wave of memories and the emotions they bring.

The film ends about 40-pages before the novel does and they changed the way in which Elio finds out. In the novel Oliver returns to tell the Perlmans in-person of his engagement while here we see the exchange happen over a phone call and to be honest, the way Luca handled it makes me love the way the film ends.

There aren’t many films that have memorable or beautiful ending credits and this one takes the cake. It’s artistic and so carefully acted and edited. On top of that, they picked a perfect song to play alongside: “Visions of Gideon” by Sufjan Stevens. I mean, just look at the first verse:

I have loved you for the last time
Is it a video? Is it a video?
I have touched you for the last time
Is it a video? Is it a video?

It’s a perfect combination and heightens the film’s ending.

On how I love and hate Sufjan Stevens

Which brings me to my next point: Sufjan Stevens. He has three songs that play throughout the movie: Futile DevicesMystery of Love, and Visions of Gideon. And honestly if you wanted a playlist that summarizes the film, there you go. The songs couldn’t have been a coincidence for the film and with Luca as director, I highly doubt he didn’t have them in mind. 

I love Sufjan Stevens but I also hate him because there’s few artists that leave me crippled wallowing in despair. His music is tragically beautiful in every note and verse, that I’m not surprised that some of the happiest and tragic moments of my life had a Sufjan Stevens song close by. 

Don’t get me wrong, the soundtrack to Call Me by Your Name is outstanding. So much so that I’ve been listening to it on repeat for the past week almost every day, even at work. [Check it out on Spotify]

Last Words

I’m likely going to pick up the novel again and give it a second-go, if I loved the film this much as a 28 year-old, perhaps where I’m at now will let me appreciate Aciman’s work.

There’s so much more I can say and probably will, but this is the majority of what I wanted to say. The film is beautiful and I will be rooting for it come Oscar time, for it not to win an Oscar would be just blasphemy in the highest degree.

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I wanna take a moment to appreciate Sean’s acting

Not just as Anti even though I could write a whole separate post about that, but in terms of the Anti “story”, Sean’s performances as “Jack” and “Schneeplestein”are top notch.

In Say Goodbye he manages to to a completely upbeat and normal pumpkin carving video while also pretending to react to sounds and noises that aren’t there. And his faCE when Anti does take over?

Look at it. Nothing. No emotion. Not even in his eyes. You can sincerely believe that he’s doing something against his will. Like damn.

In the PAX intro video (Always Watching?) he also makes it seem normal up until Anti takes over and it plays flawlessly. This is also the video where we get the very clear, “help me” during Anti’s speech (as compared to the more muffled one from Say Goodbye). While he’s playing Anti he adds in that “help me” as Jack. And it’s the first time we actually realize that Jack is still alive somewhere in there. Pleading.

And it fucking breaks my heart every time I hear it curse you Sean

 And tons of people have complemented him on his performance as Schneep even before Kill JSE but I think it’s worth saying again. He doesn’t play one but three separate characters in that video and you will believe that they are all played by a different person. Near the end, Schneep’s reactions are so raw and emotional that even if half of it was scripted you would never be able to tell.

And the laugh. That iconic laugh.

I just-

Bravo Sean.

if peter parker really /does/ get seriously hurt in infinity war,

i want tony stark to walk straight up to thanos. i want thanos to look at him, even taunt him for being foolish, because maybe tony doesn’t even have the suit on. i want thanos to ask tony what he thinks he could possibly do to defeat his power, to stop him from taking over the rest of the galaxy.

i want tony stark to look thanos dead in the eye, expression as serious as we’ve ever seen in any film yet. and i want tony to plainly tell thanos that he’ll do whatever it takes. he’ll do whatever it takes to stop him from hurting more people. because why?

“because that was my kid.”

Why so many people hate the thought of Kylo Ren’s redemption

The amount of hate geared toward the character of Kylo Ren has always seemed odd to me, especially considering how the same people have no problem with redemption arcs for characters like Snape, Loki, Magneto, Darth Vader (who is even in the same franchise, so the excuse can’t be that a redemption arc is somehow uncharacteristic to the SW universe) or less obviously evil/villainous characters like William Darcy, Heathcliff and countless others.

But what is different about the character? (And don’t even start with “murderer/fascist”, it is not about that and you know it. Fictional deaths can not be translated literally and if they could - why are they forgivable for the characters I mentioned above but not Kylo Ren?)

Kylo’s outer appearance may play a role: while I personally consider him to be waaayyy more attractive than any copy/paste Ken Hollywood actor (hello Chris Pine, Chris Hemsworth, Chris Pratt, Chris Evans - WTH are they all named Chris?! They even copy/pasted their names :D), Adam Driver is not traditionally good looking. We as a society do treat prettier people way more lenient than someone “ugly” or normal looking, because we subconsciously attribute features like intelligence, health, kindness or generally overall goodness to them. So maybe we just think “ugly face = no way he could be a good guy”.

But I think the main factor is something different: 

It is Kylo Ren’s vulnerability and his non conformity to traditional portrayals of masculinity. He is very much NOT the typical stoic tormented hero we are used to be seeing. Instead, he is a sensible almost whiny teenage boy (Adam Driver explicitly states he plays him “younger than his own age”) who never properly learnt to control his emotions and lashes out whenever he feels wronged or overwhelmed. 

That is not typical male behaviour, especially in a movie. We are conditioned to think of it as something ridiculous. Real men don’t cry. Real men bottle up their feelings, even if it breaks them. Grim self destruction like drowning the pain in alcohol or getting beat up / beat up other people are far more accepted coping mechanisms in a man than complaining or saying things like “I am being torn apart” with trembling lips while tearing up.

That is not a stoic male: 

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I claim that a lot of people (male AND female) are triggered by a male who dares to be emotional AND demands empathy. We are conditioned to feel that a man should only receive that sort of treatment when he denies his feelings, when he is “strong” and “hard” and closed off. We admire that, even in a villain. Darth Vader / Anakin gets a free pass because while he is conflicted and shows emotions they are “masculine” emotions like anger, rage and hate. He does tear up but they are angry tears. Someone like Kylo Ren, who is open and vulnerable, more so than they can handle, we perceive as pathetic and weak. 

This is why so many people not only hate the thought of Kylo Ren redeemed, but think he isn’t worthy of redemption. 

Look at his Sad Puppy Eyes™: Even when he’s violently smashing his mask he seems on the verge of tears. 

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Compare this to angry Anakin: 

(The same sexism in reverse is the reason why so many label Rey a Mary Sue, even though her abilities are very much in character and explained / established well in the movies. Women are supposed to be weak and emotional and men are supposed to be strong and rational. Play with these norms and people are going to freak)

Fuck Me (M)

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Hi! This is a DOM Jungkook Smut that I wrote awhile back! I hope you enjoy~ (my requests are open so feel free to send in something you want me to write)

Genre: Smut 

Member: Jungkook

Word Count: 4137


Coming home I find Jungkook sitting on the couch with a controller in his hand as his eyes are glued intensely on the screen.

“You’re so childish Jungkook” I sigh, slipping off my heels. Jungkook is my roommate, normally I wouldn’t be all for a male roommate but sadly Jungkook is my best friend and begged to live with me.

A scowl forms on Jungkook’s face as he let’s out a puff of air, still keeping his eyes trained on the screen.

“I’m not a kid.”

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Jon Snow, probably the most noble and level headed character on this show, almost killed Littlefinger in blind rage with his bare hands because he told him he was in love with Sansa.

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10 Letters To My Soulmate

An anonymous ask requested a soulmate-themed Drabble, here it is!


On Wednesday morning at breakfast, an owl from OSA (Owling Soulmates Anonymous) was delivered to Draco Malfoy. It read:

Dear Soulmate,

I know it might be odd that I’m contacting you now, since I’ve never tried to before, but I decided that I just have to know that you exist. Since this program started, nearly everyone I know has written to their soulmate and found something, or rather, someone, amazing. I kept wondering why you never reached out, but maybe you have never even heard of this program. I don’t know. Maybe you have heard of this program but you don’t want to know me. I just know that I’ve been through a lot through the last year, and if you’re out there somewhere feeling as broken as I do, then maybe we can help each other heal. Or something.

-Anonymous

On Friday afternoon, while Harry and Ron were watching Flitwick put up Christmas decorations in the Great Hall, a return owl from OSA was delivered to Harry Potter. It read:

Dear Soulmate,

The reason that I have not tried to contact you is not because I don’t want to know you, but because I feel that you do not want to know me. Trust me, whoever you are, you deserve more than me. Regardless, I hope you find happiness from someone who can actually give it to you, and I wish you a Happy Christmas. That is, if you celebrate Christmas.

-Anonymous

Draco was busying himself in his eighth year dorm on Friday night by organizing his books in alphabetical order of the author’s last name when a second owl from OSA arrived.

Dear Soulmate,

Please don’t push me away. I want to know you no matter who you are.

Also, I think it’s quite pretentious of you to assume that I deserve more than you have to offer. I could be anyone, even a mass murderer. I mean I’m not a mass murderer, but still.

And if you’re wondering, I do celebrate Christmas. I don’t have a family to share it with, but my friends are very welcoming. I like to think that if these letters work out, we could even spend Christmas together. But since you’re being so presumptuous and prat-like, I guess we won’t.

-Anonymous

On Saturday morning, an owl tapped on Harry’s dorm window. Harry rushed to open it, and when he took the letter and sent the owl off, he saw that it was an OSA letter and his heart skipped a beat.

He looked at his roommate’s bed to see if he was still there. The bed was made and it seemed that he had left for the day, which was odd, since it was still very early, and he had been up late organizing his books. ‘Oh well,’ Harry thought, and he went ahead and read the letter.

Dear Soulmate,

I don’t see how I can be the prat when you’re the one who insulted me. And, in my opinion, it is presumptuous of you to think that while you could be a mass murderer, I could not be. Of course, like you, I only point that out for the sake of argument, and I am most certainly not a mass murderer. But I am by no means a good person. For the past six months or so I have been trying to make up for all the awful things I’ve done, yet nothing I do can erase the sins of my past. If you were to meet me, know who I am and what I’ve done, you would not want to spend Christmas with me. You’d want to get as far away from me as possible.

I’m sorry that you have no family. I don’t have a great family, but I cannot even imagine how it must feel to have none at all. I’m glad that you have good friends whom you can love and trust. If you didn’t have friends like that, I’d have to send you a puppy or some other sort of pet so that you would not be alone on Christmas.

Truly, soulmate, I want the best for you, but please don’t write to me again. I am a horrible, horrible person and you should not waste your time with me.

-Anonymous

Draco sighed when yet another OSA owl came to him on Sunday morning in the library. He set aside the textbooks he’d been studying and prepared himself to read the message from his soulmate.

Dear Soulmate,

I believe that you’ve done terrible things. I’ve done terrible things too. I killed someone in a war and it haunts me everyday. It breaks my heart to think that you have to carry the weight of your mistakes even as you try to make up for them. All I want to do is lighten that weight and prove to you that you can be loved despite that. And I hope you know that having done horrible, horrible things does not make you a horrible, horrible person. I can tell that you have a good heart just by your statement that you would send me a puppy to keep me company on Christmas. That’s a really sweet thing to say, you know.

And if your family isn’t the best then you’re free to join my friends and I. Of course, that would mean confessing your identity, which you should only do if you’re sure that you want to meet me. Until then, I’d like it if we kept sending each other letters. Your words make me smile and make me forget about the nightmares I’ve lived through for a while.

-Anonymous

Harry smiled when a third OSA letter arrived for him on Monday.

“Is that from them?” Hermione asked, noticing Harry’s wide smile.

Harry blushed. “Weren’t you about to go to your dorm?”

Hermione rolled her eyes, but she left the Eighth Year Common Room so Harry could read the letter in privacy.

Dear Soulmate,

I have to admit, I am surprised by you. When I used to think of who you might be, I imagined a perfect person with no flaws whatsoever. I think I like you better now that I can tell you’re a real person. You’re understanding and thoughtful and you seem loyal, but you have made mistakes too. I’m sorry that you have to suffer because of those mistakes, though.  

I agree now that we should keep sending letters. Especially since they make you smile. (Don’t let it go to your head, but your letters bring a smile to my face as well.)

-Anonymous

Harry was just finishing up the letter with a sappy smile on his face when Draco entered the common room.

“Malfoy? You’re out late,” Harry said.

“I was in the Owlery. I had, uh, a Christmas card to send.” For some reason Malfoy was blushing. “I’ll just be heading up to our room then.” Malfoy hurried up to his and Harry’s shared room and Harry stayed in the Common Room to reread the letter a few times.

It wasn’t until later, when Harry was lying awake in bed, that he realized the implications of Malfoy being in the Owlery just before he received his soulmate’s letter. ‘Could Malfoy be my soulmate?’ Harry thought.

Draco got a reply from his soulmate sooner on Tuesday, when he was helping Goyle wrap his presents. Goyle looked over Draco’s shoulder, trying to catch sight of what the letter said. Draco pushed Goyle away with a laugh. “It’s for my eyes only, Goyle.”

Goyle shrugged and went back to work wrapping the wand case he bought for Pansy.

Draco left the room to read the letter alone, not able to keep a smile off his face.

Dear Soulmate,

I must, unfortunately, inform you that your comment about my letters making you smile did indeed go to my head and all day I have been strutting around with a proud look on my face. My friends tell me that I look ridiculous. I don’t care. I’ve been feeling happy lately, because of you, and I want everyone to know that. I, like you, have found a certain comfort in knowing that my soulmate is out there, that they’re a real person, who can be sweet and can also be a prat.

By the way, my offer to spend Christmas with you still stands. Now that we both know that we’re accepted by each other unconditionally, there should be little standing our way of being together. Of course, I will still understand if you want to remain anonymous. And I will also understand if you don’t want to be with me and would prefer to just be friends.

Anyhow, if you decide to not join me for Christmas I’ve decided that I will get you that puppy which you promised me. I don’t even know if you like dogs, but I have such good taste in pets that I am sure you’ll like the one I get you regardless. I’ll let you name him, but if I may suggest a name, Padfoot is an excellent one.

-Anonymous

Draco’s smile stayed all day long. When he returned to his room after helping Goyle with the last of his gifts, he found Potter already inside on his bed, flipping through a gift catalog.

“What’re you smiling for?” Potter asked, smirk on his face.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” Draco said. He tucked the letter in his bedside table drawer and hummed as he looked for a book from the uber-organized bookshelf.

Draco’s humming was so loud that he didn’t hear Potter whisper, “I think I do know.”

Harry’s reply didn’t come until Thursday, Christmas Eve.

Dear Soulmate,

I’m sorry I couldn’t respond sooner, but I’ve been busy. My roommate has been forcing me to spend time with him. We walked through the snow and went sledding (Have you ever been sledding? It’s much more fun than I thought it would be) and made Christmas cookies. I’ve never spent too much time with my roommate before, but it turns out that he’s actually fun. He and I were laughing practically the entire day. I’m only sorry that doing all that prevented me from writing to you.

Concerning Christmas, please do not send me a puppy. I’m not allowed to have one in my room, and my parents certainly would not take of it for me until I had a place of my own to keep it in. However, now that I give more thought to the idea, I suppose my roommate might help me keep the puppy a secret.

I think Padfoot is an odd, yet intriguing, name, by the way.

Happy Christmas Eve.

-Anonymous

Harry quickly wrote out a reply and rushed to the Owlery. He wanted his letter to get to Draco before it was officially Christmas.

Draco got his new OSA letter while in the kitchen, helping the house elves prepare food for the feast tomorrow.

“Hold on, Tink, I’ve got to read this, then I’ll help you with the turkey.”

Dear Soulmate,

Your roommate sounds amazing. Like, the most awesome bloke in the world. I’ll bet he’s good looking, too. He probably has charmingly messed up black hair and enchantingly bright green eyes. Does he play Quidditch too? Perhaps he’s a Seeker. Perhaps he was even the youngest Seeker in a century. Blimey, he’s sounds so talented that I bet you never caught the Snitch before him. Luckily, I think he likes you despite your less than par Seeker skills. I think he likes you as much as I do. He probably wants to buy you a puppy and spend Christmas with you just like I do.

Now, after I’ve thought about it, I’ve realized your roommate and I are very similar. In fact, one might even say that we’re one and the same.

-Anonymous

“Sorry, Tink, I can’t help with the turkey. I’m so sorry, but I really have to go. Good luck!”

Harry was caught off guard when, while he was pacing the floor of his dorm room, Draco walked in, his face red from running and his eyes shining with- happiness?

“Did you get-” Draco started, and then a tapping could be heard on the window.

Harry went to open the window and retrieve the OSA letter from the owl. He shut the window and went to sit on his bed as he opened and read the letter. Draco was holding his breath.

Dear Soul/Roommate,

Potter? Meet me in our room as soon as possible.

-Not So Anonymous

(P.S. I can’t wait to spend Christmas with you.)

Everything in the room was silent except for the sound of parchment sliding against parchment as Harry refolded the letter and tucked it back inside the envelope.

“So, I guess we’re-”

“Soulmates? Yeah.” Harry smiled at Draco and slowly Draco began to smile too.

Harry stood up, walked to Draco, took his hand, and said, “I hope you know I wasn’t kidding about the puppy.”

Draco laughed, as he had been expecting Harry to say something more profound, and then he was surprised again when Harry interrupted his laugh to place a kiss on his lips.

i just want dean to get captured by some demons or something that don’t know cas is back and they tie dean down and tease him about his ‘boyfriend’ being dead. and dean doesn’t even correct them, just sits silently and smugly because he knows cas is on his way

and when cas eventually does show up he sneaks in behind the demons and dean can’t help smirking

so the head demon asks, “what are you smiling about?”

and dean just looks him dead in the eyes and says, “my boyfriend’s back and man, are you in trouble.”

which is the exact moment that cas stabs him through the back with his angel blade

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The one where it’s y/n’s first time. Enjoy :) xx

“Love?”

You opened your eyes, Harry hovering over you. He was propped up on his hands, holding his weight over you carefully, his hips in the space between your legs. His skin was warm to the touch against yours, the tops of his thighs resting against the backs of yours. Small breaths puffed out from his nose, so soft that if it wasn’t silent save for the rain lightly tapping at the window, you wouldn’t have heard them at all. 

His eyes were warm as he took you in – the way your rosy cheeks burned, giving you an angelic look, how your lips were parted just enough to take in a tiny breath (they were very pink too…), and how your doe-like eyes stared back longingly up at him. Harry couldn’t quite figure out the emotion panning out over your features. 

You looked blissful but with the slightest hint of fear… Maybe it was anticipation, maybe it was lust – he couldn’t quite get it. 

The room around you was soft as the both of you sat there, nearly frozen in time. The constant lull of rain drops running down the window, the yellow-glow of a small lamp turned on at the side of your bed, your pink walls from when you were eleven years old (that you were much too embarrassed to acknowledge now) creating a warm embrace around your bodies – it felt right.

Safe.

“Hey,” Harry started again, brushing a piece of hair from your forehead when you didn’t respond earlier. “Are you sure? We don’t –.”

“No,” was all you could muster up, the single word almost caught in your throat as it fell from your lips in a hurried whisper. 

Bringing your hand up to his chin, you caressed his cheek, jaw firm in your grim. He stayed still, letting you explore with your fingers, letting you grow more comfortable. 

You held his face, fingers cupping under his cheek, thumb over his lips. Harry parted his lips just slightly, taking your thumb in his mouth with a soft kiss. He suckled over it for a second, tongue sweeping gently over your thumb, before opening his mouth again, this time with the smallest of smirks.

“I want to,” you brought your hand back down to rest next to your naked body, “Promise.”

Harry nodded, looking down at himself, and back up to you, waiting for you to give the go-ahead. 

Taking a deep breath in, you closed your eyes again, trying to calm the nerves that had wound themselves up again inside your stomach. A kiss was pressed to your cheek, then down you jaw, and further over the skin of your neck. Your lips curled up into a grin, a small giggle muffled by your pursed lips. 

“Ready?”

A nod from you sealed the deal – Harry held himself up on his elbows now, forehead just ghosting inches from yours, eyes focused on your face. 

Your eyes stayed closed as you felt him press forward and your neck arched back involuntarily the further he went. Harry felt you begin to squirm underneath him, as he rolled his hips forward again. You bit at your lip, out of pain or enjoyment, you weren’t quite sure of yet.

“C’mon, love,” Harry cooed at you, “Let me know how you’re feelin’. Please.”

He burned inside you, similarly to the way the words did in your mouth – it was almost as if you were paralyzed in that moment.

Where your words lacked, your hands made up for them in gripping at his shoulders, nails digging in as he continued to ease himself forward. It wasn’t long before Harry had started to build a rhythm of thrusts, all being gentle and utterly aware of how you were responding. Which, was now much more positively than before. 

Harry’s ears lit up at the sound of your first mewl as he rocked over you, helping him to refocus any and all of his energy into doing that again. 

“There we are,” he muttered into your ear, “S’tha’ better, hm? Doin’ so well for me, so well, baby girl.”

You nodded, crying out again as he grew more confident in his presses forward, stretching you in more ways than you knew possible. He leaned down to kiss you, your lips greedily taking his. The hunger behind your actions pulled a groan from Harry’s throat and he deepened the kiss with his tongue. 

You were all his.

Anticipation began to bubble up in your tummy as Harry worked you both up to your finishes, his moans coming more quickly now. 

“So bloody warm,” he groaned, “Wanna be wrapped up in you forever… Gonna fill you right up.”

He drove into you again, causing you to yell out. Harry’s thrusts stuttered as a rushed “Are you okay?” came from his mouth. 

“Yes, yes,” you threw your head back, “Don’t stop!”

Harry needed little invitation, and rode your hips deeper than any other time that night. The two of you were a tangled mess of limbs, your harsh breathing now covering up the noise of the rain as you chased the finish line that was surely coming soon. 

“M’close,” he panted, “Gonna cum with me, baby girl?”

“Mhm,” you nodded as your chest heaved, nearly exhausted at this point. 

“Good then,” Harry bent down to whisper in your ear, “Show me how good I made y’feel.”

You squeezed your eyes so tightly shut that you saw stars as your abdomen contracted and you clenched around Harry, milking him for all he was worth. His groans echoed around you, mixed with your never-ending moans and created a song that would have surely kept your neighbors up had they been home. 

The two of you laid there, catching your breath and relishing in the now-quiet of your bedroom. Harry was draped over your chest and you traced circles over his shoulder blades, goosebumps prickling up under your touch. 

Everything was back to normal again – the rain pattering against the window, your lap illuminating the corner of your room nearest your bed, the walls embarrassingly pink – except, now it felt different. 

Better.

And, Harry had filled you up, just as he’d promised.

(Okay, I’ve been thinking about this for some time.)

Imagine you’re training with the entire team and Steve pairs you with Bucky. You start off sparring, but things quickly get heated between you two. You’re winning the match, then suddenly he slams you onto the mat hard and places his hand around your throat. But little does he know, you’re a very, very kinky girl and this happens. 

And Bucky, being the wholesome, pure soul he is, just backs off completely, staring at you with wide eyes. He’s so put off, that he asks Steve if he can switch partners and Steve reluctantly agrees, not before giving you both confused looks. You end up sparring with Natasha instead, which confuses you, but you let it happen. The entire time you’re sparring with Nat, he’s watching you closely. He notices how you easily let her win every time. You let her slam you against the mat, you let her use her thigh straddling move on you, even though you could have easily taken her out. Or how you let her completely manhandle you. Then it clicks. 

You’re into that. 

Then he bites his lip and mutters under his breath, “That dame sure is somethin’ else.”

Fire & Desire | 2

“Kim Seokjin is everything you don’t want in a man. Cocky, full of himself and oh so annoying. And that’s what makes him the perfect fuck buddy. Because it’s not like you could ever see him as anything more than a heartless player… right?”

pairing: seokjin x reader
genre: smut, fuckboy!au
wordcount: 11k

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**warnings: a lot of smut, cumplay, dom!Jin, light edging, filming of sexual acts

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The One (Part I)

Part I –> Part 2

Genre: Hybrid!Taehyung, Fluff, Angst, smut in the future

Paring: TaehyungXreader

Word-count: 2,9K

Warnings: Abuse, unjust, anxiety, forcing, animalistic feelings

Summary: You’ve never liked the idea of hybrids, since it’s straight up abuse from a owner to a hybrid, they aren’t treated like humans. But what happens when your boss gave you a hybrid as a gift?

A/N: HAHA, I might look a bit like a copy cat since others have been writing about hybrid!au related stories, but I’ve actually liked the idea of the genre a lot, so sorry not sorry <3

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‘I get what?’

You stare wide-eyed at the man in front of you, somewhat irritation running through your system. You’re genuinely confused to this request of your boss. It’s not something you’d normally get for the christmas days at work. Regularly, it’s just a box full of food and extra nobody-needs-that things. You’ve never wanted a christmas box anyways, you never use all the tools and mostly you even give it to the homeless.

‘Come on ___, everyone these days wants one.’ He chuckle, nudging your side as he smirked down at you. You hate that smirk of his, he always want to tease without a good reason. It’s as if he always needed to hamper you, though you let him notice you’re not into his bullshit that day. But at the end, he’s still your boss. You can’t do anything about his tremendous deportment.

‘I don’t need a hybrid in my house, so no thanks.’ You sigh, deciding on turning around, but your boss only called for you to hold there. ‘You don’t have a choice, have a nice christmas ___!’

You scoff, now not hesitant on rushing out of that room. Sometimes you don’t even know why you became a part of this pesky enterprise. It pays well, yeah, but this has a thousand too much problems within. Their problems are mostly on the social-part. It’s the way they treat employees, particularly women, who they like to impede. With ‘they’ , is meant the fewer higher-standing employers. But whatever you might disagree about, it still pays well, over average. And in your position, you could use some money to keep up your own living.

Suddenly your phone began to vibrate in your pocket. When you see the message of a shipping oganisation, knowing it wasn’t your doing, you began to internally scream. You can’t believe this fucktard of a boss litterally sends you this so-called hybrid to your house, no announcing or anything. You’ve never wanted a hybrid to even begin with.

It’s not that you hate hybrids individually, it’s just the matter on ’why’ they were made. You know that these hybrids are also human beings, converted to this inhuman rase. Not only do they break nature’s law, they also treat hybrids like complete garbage. Most people want them to help with their own lacking desire of affection. It’s sad, truly, but the most sad of them all is that the hybrids have no idea. They think it’s just the way life goes. Getting raped every single day? No problem, if that’s what you have to do to please your owner. It’s sickening, knowing this sort of extraordinarily abuse exists. Unbelievable.

You race over the highway in your car, making fast work on getting yourself home. You want to send the hybrid back as fast as possible, you don’t want to support this kind of mutated human, not when there is too much wrong about it. It’s a form of rebelling, indirectly showing your opinion on this. You want them to feel free, to feel loved like other humans. It’s almost as if they have less right than a cat or a dog, though they are human like the rest. If they only would realize that it wasn’t the right way to live your life, they would revolt and you would be a 100% supporter of that

You arrive at your house, immediately noticing a man standing in front of your house, hands folded over one another. He wears a kind smile, like he just delivered a small package, but in reality he just delivered you a whole human being. You can see the well-known uniform of the hybrid-company, called Hy-Tech, disgusting.

’The hybrid is in the back of the truck, should I get hi-.’

‘No, I don’t want ‘him’. It was a present of my workplace, but really I don’t need one. Still thanks though.’ You’d cut him off, walking straight past the shocked-looking guy. You struggle on getting your keys out, wanting to avoid the awkward silence between the unknown person and you.

‘Sorry miss, but we can’t take him back, at least not the same day.’ You can hear his wavering tone, somewhat scared for your reaction. From what he has noticed, you’re rather a spicy girl. And he is right, because you almost want to smack your keys to his head when those words left his mouth. Still, you try to keep yourself calm and steady, turning around with all the continence you have left in your bones.

When can I return him?’

‘Two weeks is the minimum. Mostly it’s used to see if the owner likes the hybrid, if not, it will be exchanged for a better one-.’ He almost drifts off ‘But, you can also just wait and then return him.’

You let out a deep sigh, lifting up you hand to massage your head for a small second to think. It’s not like there’s a lot to think about, you don’t have any choice. Two weeks isn’t long, so it’s somewhat doable. It’s just, you’re furious about the cause, your boss. Couldn’t he at least tell you? Ask you?

‘Okay… I guess I don’t have a choice.’ You sigh, nodded for the guy to get the hybrid, the poor thing. The guy smiles genuinely, probably just happy he didn’t had to disappoint his boss with an unhappy customer. He walks up to the back of his truck, opening it and smiling at the hybrid inside. He nudges his to get out, encouraging. You let out another sigh, again feeling a drill of irritation flowing through your body. Now you think about it, your boss must think that you’re some lonely loser who needs a fucking hybrid to fulfill your needs or something. What kind of creepy thoughts does this guy even have about you?

Then the hybrid finally steps out of the truck, looking around to take in his surroundings. You cock your head to the side as the hybrid and the man approaches you. He is… beautiful. It’s no doubt, his eyes, hair, body, lips, nose, you could go on and on. But then again, they must be made to be beautiful. thereby, they are here to please you, also your eyes.

‘Hi…’ He says shyly, looking away from you. You have to admit, he is really cute and you nod your head in return at him to greet him. You analyze his hybrid features, vastly noticing it’s some kind of cat, probably a lion or something, since his ears are yellow and so is his tail. His tail also has a little fluffy hair bundle at the tip. He wears a big sweater with black tight jeans, casually clothed, making him more adorable for his owner. Pathetic.

’So, there isn’t much you need to know about hybrids since you will be returning him again.’ The ears of the hybrid sprang up as he wears a really sad expression by hearing the words of the man, your heart sinking immediately. He must be very sad that you don’t want him, as if he is just a object, as if he’s lacking. How could this bastard say that in front of the hybrid himself? Like he isn’t part of the conversation. Fucking hell, this gets you so damn mad. You clench your jaw as you kept your eyes on the guy, having a stern glare.

‘He needs to eat and drink like any other human. He also needs some medicine for his heat, which he gets next week. Unless you’s want him to-.’

No.’ You cut him off again, not at all feeling the need to want any sexual things from this hybrid. You can take care of your sexual frustrations yourself, which is clubbing.

‘Well, then you need these pills.’ He gave you a small bag, white pills piled on one another. ‘He needs it once a day.’ You nod  as you put the bag in your jacket pocket. ‘That was it I guess, you can call me any time you need me.’ ‘There will be no need.’ You answer, now turning around and signaling for the hybrid to go with you, sighing a soft ‘for fucks sake’ under your breath.

Once the both of you were inside, warmth embracing your bodies, you pull off your jacket and shoes and the hybrid did the same as he just copied your doings. Then a question suddenly shot through your head.

‘Fuck, what’s your name?’

His eyes shot up at you with confusion written all over his face. He shrugs, literally not knowing his name. ‘I don’t have a name yet, you need to give me one.’ He says. Anger again began to boil within you. How can’t he even have his own name? Everyone has a name, it’s not possible for him not to know his own name at this point.

‘Didn’t they give you a name, ever?’ You say, now slightly interested in his background story. You’d like to know how his past life went, if he got treated well. You can’t imagine him, this sweet angel with a boxy smile, being abused, tossed around like a no one.

’They called me kitty, you can call me that too if you want.’ He says, giving you a small smile before focussing his gaze on the ground again. Then you noticed, as he looks at the ground, he is just having a straight face. As if he isn’t allowed to look at you? You run your hand through your hand, calming yourself.

No.’

He frowns, now giving you little glances up at you, but quickly looked back down at the floor. He is confused, why are you reacting like this? His past owners always were overjoyed and immediately wanted to use him for many different things. But he could sense you didn’t want any of it, you were different. You also gave him some kind of dominant vibes, so maybe you were just immense strict towards him, maybe wanting him on his knees to beg you? What do you want?

‘Look up at me, never look down ever again.’

He obeys, looking up at your eyes, still confused. You take his hand, carefully taking him to the couch and sitting him down. You’re mad, but still, you can’t blame him. You need to be careful with him, show him what real love is so he might want to escape and never return from this world. Maybe you can change his few on this world.

’Do you have a particular name you like a lot?’

Taehyung… I like that name… a lot.’ He almost looks scared to speak his own mind. He hesitates in his sentences a lot. He can’t even have his own opinion, fucking bullshit. It’s all bullshit, if you’d ask. How much you’d like to go back in time to where the hybrids got invented and just ruin it all, destroying all their new-found inventions.

‘Okay Taehyung, I’m ___, we’re going to make a few things straight in this house.’

He nods, a bit confused to why you would name him his preferred name, are you just being nice so he would have to pay it back later in bed? Is this some test? To show you that he is a great pet? Because you already wanted to throw him out the moment he walked up to you and you hadn’t even looked at him yet. But the way you’re treating him made him confused. you disliked him so much in the first place, what got your mind to change like that?

‘First, you can go out whenever you want, I don’t mind, just don’t go too far because you will lose track on your path. Secondly, you may eat whatever you’d like, just look in the kitchen if you want anything and you can grab it, just don’t eat my whole fridge away. Thirdly, you can be casually with me. Fourthly, I don’t want anything from you, with that I mean your body. You can be free here.’

Your four simple ways around your house got his head dizzy. He never has been treated this way and he couldn’t really find a reason to why you would be different. Of course, he isn’t complaining, he just can’t stop thinking that’s it’s a trick and you will be throwing him out any minute now. It’s his biggest fear as a hybrid, being left alone and back in his own cell again, waiting for the next owner. To him, a home is way better than the cells the hybrids have to live in while they are in the between-owners period. It gets him chills, thinking back to those cells.

‘O-Okay…’

You smile at him, hand reaching up to pet his ears, which hadn’t stopped twitching with confusion, but now eased down as you kept petting him. The feeling isn’t foreign to him, but it still has been a long time since he has been petted, and to your information, he loves it. So it wasn’t a surprise that he purr immediately formed, head leaning into your hand, eyes still wide open as he didn’t yet dare to relax with you. What is he makes the wrong move? Will you punish him?

‘Relax, I won’t hurt you.’ You try to assure him and he eventually does, closing his eyes and head laying down on your lap, loud purr heard. This place suddenly felt like heaven to him, as if he has finally find his destination, a good owner. He can’t stop admiring you all of a sudden, loving your smell, the way your hands slide over his ears as you turn on the television. You don’t mind him having on your lap, it’s adorable and you see how much he needs this. He obviously never really had the chance to relax, so you wouldn’t mind showing him how life also could be. Thereby, you’re extremely tired and you just want to relax, you will deal with your new accompany the next day.

He turns around to face you on your lap, arms making their way around your waist as he couldn’t help himself anymore, affection drilling through his body by your touch. It’s so overwhelming, feeling so satisfied after many years of being a ‘slave’. He just wants to keep being in your arms, resting his head on your lap.

‘Aren’t you cold?’ You say as you feel a slight breeze in your apartment, thinking that he might be cold from it. You know that cats like warmth, since you had a cat when you were younger and still lived at home, so maybe lions do too. He shakes his head no, but you didn’t take his response as an answer, still standing up and getting a thick blanket for the both of you to lay under. When you came back and laid the blanket over his body, you notice his big boxy smile, purr as loud as always. You sit down next from him as you took the blanket over your body too, nudging him to come closer to you and so he does. He lays his body close against you, arms again around your waist as he watches along with the series you had zapped to.

‘___, are you testing me?’ He suddenly asks and you just shake your head, hand coming up to pet his hair slightly, reassuring that everything is okay and that he can relax for the upcoming 2 weeks, because you’re still not planning on keeping him. But maybe, just maybe, you will let him stay? He thought. If he’s just really good to you, you might reconsider your choice?

‘Just relax tonight, Taehyung. Nothing will happen, I won’t ever play with you like that, I’m not like that.’ You sigh, hand returning to your own lap. He feels relieved. You’re so different from most people and he just can’t wait for you to open up more to him, showing your real nature to him. Because, as he feels your skin on his, he feels something strange. Something he never felt before and he didn’t know it was just affection or something stronger than that, talking about his mate. Mating is still something very big in this system of hybrids, since it’s a big turn on for the humans, wanting to be mated with a hybrid. It’s fucked up, yeah, but humans like it, getting owned by something with a big animalistic drive. Like with heaths, humans enjoy those the most out of everything.

Never leave me.’ He mutters, genuinely meaning the words and making your heart break. You can’t, you don’t want to. You’ve always been against it. Always. You can’t just take a turn on your opinion because of him… But still, he seems to have this effect on you when he lays close to you, it somewhat gets you dizzy. Maybe it’s just the effect a hybrid has on its owners. Whatever it is, it makes you want to be closer to him, cuddle up to him and hold him. You try to fight back as much as possible and that eventually works. You’re not that weak, you know how to stop. But others don’t. What if he goes back, to that centre and then eventually to another horrible owner? You can’t let him go back there, not knowing that he will go somewhere terrible. 

It has only been the first hour and you feel as if you’ve fallen into a deep ravine. Boy oh boy, this is going to be a whole new adventure.

A/N: I hope y'all liked it!

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