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(Loki x Reader) Can’t Sleep

Originally posted by i-am-a-poseur

A/N- Can’t sleep….too much netflix…decided to write something completely random…and I didn’t edit so sorry for typos…also it’s summer in Australia and it’s so effing hot so I can’t sleep…so here it is. also dat gif tho😍

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It was about 1:00 in the morning, and you were lying on your bed in the Avengers tower. It was summer, and the past several days had been extremely hot, including the nights. You tossed and turned agitatedly because the heat was making it impossible to sleep. The tower had a minor power surge two days ago due to one of Bruce’s experiments, which for some odd reason had made the air conditioning system throughout the tower to be rendered useless. This meant your second restless night in a row.

“Damn it” you whispered, as you got out of bed and quietly opened your bedroom door to get something to drink. You tiptoed down the hall until you noticed that one of the bedroom lights was on, as you could see under the door. You tried to remember whose room this was until you realised it was Loki’s. Thor had brought him to the tower to make amends and even though most of them weren’t so pleased about it, you all got along tolerably. You were reasonably close to Loki more than most. You talked to him quite often and also leant him books from time to time.  

You softly knocked on the door hoping he was awake.

“Go away Thor, I’m not planning on sleeping” he said bluntly.

“Actually, It’s Y/N” you responded.

A moment of silence passed before the door opened and Loki was standing there, still in his usual clothes with a book face down and open on his neat bed.

“Why are you awake?” he asked, slightly concerned.

“It’s really hot and I usually can’t sleep anyway, so the past couple of nights have been just fabulous” you responded, looking right into his blue eyes “I just saw your light on and I wanted to know why you were still awake” you added.

“Well I was just reading, I don’t sleep much either. Do you want to come in?” he asked. You nodded lightly as you walked in and sat on the bed. Loki felt awkward about sitting next to you, so he just floated awkwardly around the room instead, picking up random items and glancing at the floor.

“Is the heat bothering you too?” you asked, in order to break the awkward silence.

“No, I’m a frost giant you see. The heat doesn’t bother me at all” You looked at him and smiled lightly.

“That’s lucky in this weather” you responded as you discreetly looked at the cover of the book on the bed.

“Divergent” was on the cover. You smiled to yourself and looked back at Loki.

“It’s much cooler in here than my room though” you said, watching Loki walk aimlessly around the room.

“Do you want to stay in here?” he asked.

“Are you sure?”

“Of course, you give me books so I might as well give you a slightly more tolerable place to sleep. I must also talk to Stark about how your room is far too small, it bothers me as I assume it bothers you”

You smiled at him and lied on the bed. Loki turned off the big light in the room so there was only one small reading lamp in the corner of the room, which is where Loki sat after he grabbed his book.

“You’re really not going to sleep at all?” you asked quietly.

“Not at all, I don’t mind” he said before he hesitated slightly. “Nightmares you see” he added, looking down at the floor.

“Oh, I see” you say as you bury your head into the pillow. A few moments pass before you get up and walk over to where Loki was sitting.

“Don’t you wish to sleep?” he asked as he lifted his head up from his book to look at you.

“Nope, I can stay up for a while longer, If that’s alright with you?” you respond.

“Absolutely” he says, smirking a little.

You leaned your head on Loki’s shoulder and Loki stiffened at the contact.

“You’re so cold!” you say as you touch his hand with awe. Loki chuckles and looks down at his hand thoughtfully.

“One of the perks of being a frost giant” he says, still looking down at his hand. You smiled at him and continued t rest you head on his shoulder and lean closer and closer into him as time went by. Loki didn’t mind though, he would never say this but he always enjoyed your company.


Later that morning at about 9:00, Thor sat with the other avengers eating breakfast. Everyone was talking about usual topics before Tony noticed two people were missing.

“Where’s reindeer games and Y/N?” Tony asked. The rest of the avengers looked at him thoughtfully.

“Y/N likes to sleep in, so I wouldn’t worry too much about them” Natasha said before she took a bite of her food.

“I will check on my brother” Thor says as he stands up and walks down the hall. He stands in front of Loki’s door and knocks a few times.

“Loki?” he asked, slightly concerned. Thor decides to open the door ever so slightly, and grins when he sees his brother.

You and Loki were on the floor of the room dead asleep, with your book closed and on the floor beside you. You were resting your head on his chest and Loki had his hand almost protectively on your head. You were both breathing peacefully and didn’t stir. Thor slowly closed the door and walked down the hall still smiling.

“He’s still asleep” he responded as he sat down at the table, smiling for the rest of the day.


Penfield House 

For sale: the Louis Penfield House, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright and built in 1955, has had one owner and sits on a rise overlooking the Chagrin River. The 30 acre property also contains the last original building site and plans for Wright’s final residential commission, Riverrock, designed in 1959 and unbuilt. This completely restored Usonian home features a floating staircase and a 12’ floor-to-ceiling glass walled living room; offering a panoramic view of the distant bluffs of the Chagrin River, constructed of heavily textured concrete block w/deeply raked horizontal mortar. All of the Wright-designed furniture is included. The fully functioning radiant-floor heating system is fueled by one of two natural gas wells located on the property. The kitchen counter top was milled from a tree toppled in a storm fifty yards from the house. Using material provided by the land furthers Wright’s vision of organic architecture.


Why build a tiny house instead of buying existing small house or trailer?

The biggest reason for me is creative empowerment.

There are so many things we aren’t in control over. But one of them, if you have some money put aside, is your shelter. There’s something incredibly validating about building my own shelter.

If you think about it, how many things do you create on a daily basis, vs consume? How much of your individualized potential is being expressed in your daily life, vs molded by others?

So many of us wake up in beds designed for the masses, wearing one size fits all PJs, grabbing our push-button coffee out the door on the way to our increasingly commoditized jobs in the car with the “best reviews”.

Best not become unemployed or you’ll lose access to your pharmaceutically manufactured pills. That would make the CEOs very angry.

I sleepwalked through 3 years of consumption before I finally realized I’m not even participating in my own life!

In my house, everything is exactly how I want. And if it’s not, I’ll have intimate knowledge how to change it.

Solar power, heated floors, loft speakers, enclosed shower, four-burner range… Hell a garden in my living room if I so desire. I can have it all in 150 sq ft. for about $30,000. And go anywhere with all that too. And no one can evict me or foreclose on it.

Waking up the Avengers

pairing: avengers x reader

summary: you get to wake up the team in your own way, every morning

(this was a rewrite of an old oneshot, sorry for not including anyone new)

warnings: none

The metallic hallway floor was cold under your feet as you made your way to the shared kitchen of the Avengers, and you silently cursed Tony for not putting in heated floors for the cold New York winters. The sweatshirt you were wearing came down to your hips, just where the thick sweatpants started. Being comfortable was key for your mornings, since you were in charge of waking everyone up and making sure they got ready for the new day at hand. Training sessions never started before 8am, so it gave you time to eat a snack and wake up before going about the routine. There was one time when Thor had just gotten an iPhone and smashed it with Mjolnir the next morning when the buzzer started to go off. Then, the following morning, Natasha threw hers out the window, and on its way out Clint shot it with an arrow. The Avengers were really just a group of people who didn’t know what the hell to do with their phones.

Your first stop on the route was to Steve’s room, he was still not caught up at a decent enough pace to use an iPhone just yet. He lived on the same floor as you though, so he was the breakfast maker for everyone while you were off getting them to wake up. The door always had this creak whenever you opened it, and Steve learned to sleep through it. You walked to the side of the bed he was facing, and after a gentle nudge to his shoulder you whispered, “Hey Cap, good morning.” His eyes always opened slow as he got his bearings, and you took a moment to appreciate his ruffled hair and sleep eyes. Steve’s room was the cleanest out of all the Avengers, it even smelled decent. Steve rolled over on his back, and stretched for a moment before standing and finding a shirt to go into the kitchen with.

Next was Bucky, and you made sure that you took an extra deep breath before stepping into his room. In the past, you’ve walked into a completely nude Bucky who was also spread eagle on the bed. There’s been times where he’s not even in the bed, and he’s with his weapons by the closet. This time however, he was peacefully sleeping and stirred slightly at the sound of your feet padding across the carpet. You made a point to make yourself known as you came in with a little knock on the door. So he happily smiled and greeted you a good morning, in that wonderful husky voice. Bucky’s laugh made you smile as you made your way out of his room and towards the stairwell.

Clint’s room on the floor below was your next stop, and technically speaking it was Natasha’s room as well. They were easily woken up, considering all you had to do was open the door and yell, “Wake up time!” Those two shot up like there was a murderer at their door. A lot of the mornings you had to duck in case Clint was ‘sleep grabbing’ his bow the night before, and sometimes Tasha would sleep with a gun under her pillow after an unsettling mission. They had the blinds drawn in their room so there was no sunlight coming through. So it was difficult to see what you were walking into some times, let alone what time of day it was.

Down the hall from them was Thor’s room, and it was big enough to fit a king. He was also your favorite to wake up, other than Steve. Thor was the happiest to see you in the morning, and in general he was just the happiest one around the tower. Once you opened Thor’s door, you ran and leapt to the King size bed. “Good morning Thor!” You tickled his sides as he started to warm up and adjust to the light streaming in through the large windows.

“Oh lady y/n, you never fail to make me laugh in the morning!” Thor groggily spoke, and his voice was so deep it practically made the walls rumble. His laugh thundered on even as you walked out of his room, and you continued on with the routine.

Tony was next on occasion, but all he really needed was Pepper. However, she was out of town at that particular moment. So you hopped on the elevator, and rode to the top floor. The billionaire was already awake and moving by the time you’d reached his floor, so he took the opportunity to ride with you down to breakfast.

Everyone was sitting around the giant oak table, joking around and laughing about some of the older mission stories. The super soldiers were just now sitting down with everyone, and they still had their “dance around the kitchen” playlist going full blast. People were singing along, and being nice for once while sharing the pancakes that Steve had just made. You took a moment to appreciate the people sitting in front of you, when Thor interrupted your thoughts by putting his left arm over your shoulder, and announced, “We love you the most, lady y/n.”

“I love you guys too.”

Wet (M)

Originally posted by dearbyun

→ College AU

“Slipping inside, you dropped the folded towel and your phone to the floor, grinning at the heat of the small room as you untied the silk bathrobe and let it fall to the floor. Humming, you imagined the empty bathtub and the orgasmic sensation of heated water enveloping your naked body.

Then you heard someone clearing their throat.”

You were what most of your friend described as an “emotional bather”. You had an exam? Bathtime. You felt insecure? Bathtime. You were embarrassed? Bathtime. That’s why you were ecstatic when you discovered that you college dorm building would have a bathtub! You were a little less ecstatic that, of course, it only had one.

So, five months into college you had still not taken a bath. The one bathroom with the bathtub was always locked and you were going crazy. 

Or perhaps that was an understatement. At least right now.

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The Pawns And The Kings

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Originally posted by bangtanbtsmut

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Smut

Plot: The reader is kidnapped, left alone in utter darkness. Once the day of her auctioning comes, she’s given to the head of one of the worlds most powerful gangs, Jungkook. She was nothing but a gift to him. But her little soul turns out to have the power to turn the tides in the worlds angriest ocean. And it turns out, Jungkook isn’t the only man whom eyes have settled upon her.

Warning, this chapter contains strong sexual language and is smut.  It contains fingering. 

I had never really felt something so disguised by love. A feeling that betrays my mind and feeds my body, and in return my heart becomes vulnerable. Lust. I had never really felt it once in my life, up until now. But I still don’t understand it. The very feeling of it, the desire that bubbles up in your stomach, clouds your judgment and erases any of your critical thinking skills.

Oh, how he flooded me with this feeling, the dopamine he released within my brain, the endorphin’s that acted out of pure desire for pleasure, one that he could create and expect for me to return. I had always seen it as a sin, but he makes me see it as an addiction.

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zazzhowell  asked:

ok so dan being all whiny and phil being busy playing a game or something so he grinds on phils thigh until he cums? bonus points for daddy kink💕

This probably isn’t what you meant by whiny but hey go hard or go home. And ofc I added some daddy kink. Getting me not to is the hard part.

Anyone who tries to tell you that humans don’t go into heat clearly hasn’t met Daniel Howell. Years ago, Phil would have said the same thing – that it’s reserved for oestrous cycle animals and that men who claim to have anything along the lines of a “sex addiction” are just fishing for excuses to sleep with the nanny. Then when he met Dan, everything he thought he knew about human sexuality went out the window. It’s not that Phil’s boyfriend is an overly sexual person all the time – in fact, for most of the year he struggles to keep up with Phil’s rather standard libido. Dan has a tendency to run himself into the ground and survive off as little sleep as possible, which tends to wreak havoc with his sex drive. That’s not to say that they don’t normally have sex, because they do, but generally no more than two or three times a week. Usually, it’s just some nice vanilla loving with Dan’s back on the bed and his legs around Phil’s waist, or, if he’s not too tired, sitting in Phil’s lap and riding him as they lazily make out. They’ve both come to the agreement that handjobs aren’t even worth the effort, but there’s the occasional blowjob thrown in when they’re bored or don’t have the time to go all the way. What they have is probably considered the average sex life for two people who have been together as long as they have. And then there’s that one week a year when all this information becomes void and null.

The only way either of them can describe it is a form of heat. It hits Dan every year without fail, always around the same time. He falls into this sexual frenzy where it’s all he can think about – he can’t sleep, he can’t work, he can barely eat. The only two options available in his mind are fuck or be fucked. Every little touch against his skin is oversensitive – even the fabric of his clothes brushing over his skin gets him desperate and panting. He tends to spend the week indoors in only his underwear for a lax attempt at modesty. When he’s not actually naked and fucking, that is. He probably comes more times in that week than he does for the rest of the year combined, and when it passes he sleeps for three days straight, waking only to drink water and use the bathroom.

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Anonymous said: Imagine Pennywise falling in love with you and getting jealous of Henry Bowers flirting with you, so he confronts Bowers in his human form 💕

I hope you don’t mind, I changed it up a little bit. I wrote it as if you were dating Penny for a little while, rather than just fell in love. I hope you like it! 💛


You hugged your books to your chest, casting your eyes down to the floor as your face heated up.

Henry Bowers was an animal. Not only was he the school’s biggest bully, but he had a way of showing that he was interested in you. He’d flirt with you every single day, ask to take you out on dates. Of course, you would always decline the offer which egged him on further. He thought you were always playing hard to get.

Today, he thought it would be funny to slap your ass when you walked by him. Never before had he gotten physical with you, and you knew your boyfriend wasn’t going to be happy with his actions.

Which is why as soon as you walked into the bathroom, the almost 7 foot tall clown appeared in front of you. Dropping your books, your heart began to pick up its pace and rubbed your face with your hands.

“Penny! Why are you always doing that?!” you asked, looking up at him with your eyebrows furrowed.

The clown was still adjusting to your human life, he was used to showing up surprisingly to scare people. Which is something that he would always to do you, whether he was doing so on purpose or not you couldn’t figure out yet.

“He touched you,” Pennywise growled darkly, his eyes turning blue to bright yellow.

Biting down on your lip, you felt your back being pressed against the wall as your boyfriend stepped closer towards you. His large hands grabbed your waist, slowly sliding down until they grabbed your ass.

“This belongs to me,” he mumbled as he leaned down towards your neck, inhaling your sweet scent.

You nodded obediently, closing your eyes when you felt his lips against yours. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders, tilting your head slightly to deepen the kiss and let out a small whine when he pulled away.

When you opened your eyes, you smiled upon seeing Pennywise appearing human. This is how he looked when he met your parents, and your friends. Slicked back brown hair, bright and playful green eyes, prominent cheekbones, and his soft plump lips.

“Now, I’m going to have to put that son of a bitch in his fucking place,” he smirked as he gazed down at you, stepping back to flatten out his white t-shirt then leaned down to pick your books off the floor.

You smiled down at him, taking his free hand when he held it out to you and headed out of the bathroom. You found it sweet that Pennywise was carrying your books around for you, even though you weren’t sure of how the shapeshifting clown learned his mannerisms.

Walking down the hallway, you noticed a few younger girls eyeballing your boyfriend and you felt a smirk forming on your lips. Sliding an arm around his waist, you turned your head and leaned up on your tippy toes, pressing your lips to his cheek.

“And you call me the possessive one,” he joked, grinning widely as he looked down at you.

You chuckled at his words, although the laughter died quickly when he noticed Pennywise glaring in front of the two of you. Glancing straight ahead, you noticed Henry along with his group of friends and swallowed thickly.

“Well, what do we have here,” Henry said as he crossed his arms over his chest, walking closer towards your boyfriend. “You know your bitch has got it out for me, right?”

That’s all it took for your boyfriend to snap. You noticed the way Pennywise’s right eye twitched ever so slightly, and how his grip on your hand tightened.

“Baby, please don’t cause a mess,” you whispered as you leaned towards him, rubbing your hand along his back.

“First off, you out of everyone here shouldn’t be calling anyone a bitch. Secondly, I know for a fact she doesn’t have it out for you, she only has it out for me. I would know that by the way I had her moaning my name last night. And lastly, if you ever think about touching her again, I will do torturous things to you, and you will die. Do you understand me?”

Your face was brighter than it was previously, Pennywise’s comment making you blush from your cheeks all the way to your chest. Henry’s posture dropped, his shoulders hunched over slightly and other students around began applauding your boyfriend. You also couldn’t help but feel a little turned on due to Pennywise’s dominant tone he had when he was speaking to the boy in front of you.

“Whatever, dude. There’s a lot of other bitches hotter than her at this school,” Henry muttered as he rolled his eyes, turning around and walking away with his friends.

Wrapping your arms around Pennywise’s waist, you smiled as you hugged him closely and rested your head against his chest.

“I love you,” you murmured, closing your eyes when he slid his arms around your hips.

“I love you too. By the way, you are definitely the hottest girl here. Most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he grinned, bringing a hand up to stroke it through your hair.

Blushing softly, you pulled away a little and gazed up at him. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. Let’s get out of here.”

SIX FEET UNDER | SugarDaddy!Seb x Reader – Part 2

Originally posted by jennymagicalheart


A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this next part! I have to head to work but I wanted to post it as soon as possible, so I’ll have to go through it and edit any little grammatical errors later!

← Part 1

You followed Sebastian into the large glass building. He lived in the penthouse loft at the top floor. It was exquisite. Dark mahogany lined the floors of the ivory colored walls. Windows lined the walls facing outward and you could see the entire city from the front door, mesmerized by the lights downtown. You noticed the curtains lining the windows were pushed back, allowing for more privacy if so wanted, but not like it was really needed on the top floor of this building. The furniture was mod-inspired but still relatively new. The furniture looked like it had barely been touched, it’s ivory-mocha blend color matching well in the loft.

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Please Don’t Tell | JJ

Request: @taekookmin-kookie

Can I request a jungkook playboy smut? 

Pairing: Playboy!Jungkook X Reader

Summary: Jungkook was well known for being a playboy. Sleeping with girls and then shoving them away, his next target was y/n. Y/n was just innocent and not to mention also Taehyung’s little sister. “International Playboy!”

Genre: Smut, fluff, maybe a bit of angst

Warnings: This is a smut; you all know shit bout to get real.

Word count: 1,800+ 

 “Can you learn to keep it down for once? I could hear you going all last night.” Hoseok said as Jungkook walked into the kitchen with only his grey sweats on. “You’re just jealous because I’ve had sex before you hyung.” Jungkook defended, grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge and drinking it. They suddenly heard the front door close and heard Taehyung’s voice boom throughout the dorm. “V is in the house!” He yelled causing his younger sister he brought with him like usual to giggle. Y/n was shy around the boys, especially Hoseok because she had a major crush on him. Taehyung knew about her crush on him, but specifically told them all to stay away from her. Especially Jungkook. Of course, that never stopped them from all flirting with her when Tae wasn’t around. “Hi y/n.” Hoseok greeted with a big grin on his face once he saw her, Jungkook watched as she tucked a stray behind her ear and blushed. “Hi H-Hoseok.” She stuttered looking at the floor, feeling her cheeks heat up. Jungkook could tell you were very shy around Hoseok, thus meaning you liked him. And part of him deep down hated that you liked him. Why was it always Hoseok? Jungkook was the youngest but he’s more experienced if you know what I mean. A cute ringtone began playing and Tae pulling his phone out of his pocket, glancing at it as the screen lit up with Jimin’s name, excusing himself he stepped away leaving the three in silence. “So how have you been?” Hoseok asked leaning forward and resting his crossed arms on the table as he looked her up and down. Jungkook just stood on the side, watching as y/n would twirl her hair and smile at him. “Good. How about you? How’s your latest dance been going?” She asked trying to hide the fact she was blushing, and Jungkook tried hiding the fact he was annoyed that she completely ignored him. “It’s been good. Still trying to nail down some important parts though.” Hoseok answered before Tae stepped back into the room. “Hoseok, Jimin wanted us at the studio to practice our parts of the upcoming dance.” Taehyung states and Hoseok was putting on his shoes and cap. “Jungkook can you watch y/n for a bit? I trust you not to do anything, I won’t be gone long. Three hours’ tops.” Tae said as Jungkook nodded and acted like she was a burden. She used to have the biggest crush on Jungkook, that was until she found out that he had become a big douche. Taehyung left with Hoseok quickly leaving the two still in the kitchen, surrounded by silence. She decided to be the first to break it, looking up and finally meeting his gaze for once. “Do you want to watch a movie?” She asked, playing with her sleeves and tugging them down a little. “Whatever.” Jungkook just grumbled, walking past her and towards the couch. Jungkook just grumbled, walking past her and towards the couch. She didn’t understand why he was always like this, but then again he was a fuckboy. She walked over and crouched down, looking at the movies on the shelf that they could watch. Jungkook sat there, tongue in cheek and his mouth hung slightly open as he cocked his head to the side. He wondered what she would be like in bed, they always say the quiet ones are usually the loudest. He smirked thinking about the h/c haired girl, begging beneath him for more and he would thrust into her at a rapid pace. The little thought ran through his veins causing his pants to tighten around his growing bulge. Not only was it that though, the fact that she was Taehyung’s sister and how hot it would be if Taehyung came home to Jungkook balls deep in his little sister. Y/n put in a movie and stepped back, sitting away from Jungkook on the couch with her legs tucked up a little. The movie began playing but Jungkook kept his gaze on her, watching as her lips would tug into a small smile at something funny. How she would constantly lick her plump lips that he wanted to bite down into while snaking his tongue into her mouth. Of course, y/n could feel his gaze on her but pretended she was caught up in the movie. She shifted slightly in her spot, not sure of how to react. She felt goosebumps rise to her skin, not only because of him but because of how cold the room was. The air con had been on all day, making the entire room freezing. She began to shiver, her bottom lip shaking as she rubbed her arms and legs for warmth. “Cold?” Jungkook asked and she finally met his gaze. “A little.” She said laughing nervously. He suddenly stood slipped off the black hoodie he had been wear, exposing his toned chest. Dirty things rushing to y/n’s mind that she never thought of before. She would love to run her hands down his chest and straddle his waist, but she didn’t want to ruin anything she had with him. He was a playboy, simply using girls to get pleasure. She realised she was staring a little too long and finally accepted the jumper, slipping it on herself and immediately melting from how warm it was around her. But her legs were still a bit cold, Jungkook smirked at the still shivering girl and stood up to grab the blanket from the cupboard and sitting back down next to her. Placing it over the both of them, she didn’t understand why he was sitting so close but didn’t question it. 

They just sat there and watched the movie, once it finished they just put on the next one.  Jungkook and y/n had been watching movies for over three hours now and wondered where Taehyung was. “Can I ask you something?” Jungkook suddenly spoke and looked down to meet her gaze. “S-sure.” She tried not to stutter to show how nervous she was but failed miserably. “Have you ever done anything with a guy?” She asked raising and eyebrow and cocking his head to the side, smirking at her a little. “What do you mean?” She knew exactly what he meant, and had an idea of what Jungkook wanted to do. “Like…” He stopped to lick his lips and think of what to say next. “Have you ever given a guy a blow job? Or kissed a guy even?” Jungkook said smirking, she didn’t want to answer. The question alone made her cheeks go bright red, the look she had on her face in pure shock. “I-I…” She stuttered, trying to gather herself but it was so hard with the look he was giving her and his hand was now placed on her thigh, gently rubbing circles on it with his thumb. “No.” She finally managed to get out and his smirk only grew. She didn’t expect such a question to come from him, she also didn’t expect him to suddenly lean forward and press his soft plump lips to hers. Shocked at first but soon giving in to the kiss, she let him slide his tongue past her lips and into her mouth, battling with hers for dominance. His hand gripped her inner thigh firmly before slipping past her shorts and panties to rub at the aching clit. A small gasp left her lips as he tried not to moan, suddenly the door opening and Jungkook pulled back as he heard the voices that belonged to Taehyung and Hoseok. Both a sweaty mess, Jungkook’s movements had stopped and thank god the blanket was still covering them both. “Hey, sorry we took longer than we thought.” Taehyung said as he spotted the two sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the screen. “Jungkook what happened to your shirt?” Hoseok asked before taking a sip out of his water bottle. “I was getting really hot, y/n didn’t care that I wasn’t wearing a shirt so yeah.” He said and they both nodded before sitting down next to the two on the couch and watching the movie as well. Y/n was begging for a release, his fingers moving the slightest. Suddenly she almost yelped when she felt him start moving his fingers against her again. Finally going down her slit and slipping two fingers in, uncomfortable at first but then she got used to the feel and found herself choking back moans. “Shh…be quiet and I’ll let you cum.” He whispered, nibbling on her lobe a little as she tried her best. His fingers slipped in and out of her core easily, thanks to the pool that was happening down there during their make out session. She could feel the knot building in her stomach, her hips bucking ever so slightly and her legs opening wider so he can get her to her high. It was going so slow and she needed to release now, his fingers managed to speed up but coming to a halt when Taehyung began speaking. Y/n letting a faint whine come from her lips that only Jungkook managed to hear. “I’ll be back, I need to use the bathroom.” Tae said standing up and walked out of the room, leaving the three there. Hoseok sat there still watching the movie and unaware of the things happening under the blanket. Jungkook picked up right where he left off, this time moving a little more faster to make her reach her high. Her hand placed on his thigh and squeezing it hard when she came undone on his fingers. Pulling out quickly and putting them up to his mouth to suck off her juices as he remained eye contact with her. “Next time, please tell me when you’re going to finger y/n so I can leave the room.” Hoseok said standing up and smirking. They both snapped their heads in his direction, shocked expressions across their faces. “Please don’t tell.” Jungkook pleaded and Hoseok nodded. “I won’t tell if you warn me next time.” He said before walking out of the room and leaving the two. “How was that?” He asked letting out a sigh of relief. “It was good.” Y/n sighed, knowing that after this Jungkook would still never look at her as anything more than someone to sleep with. She hung her head low but Jungkook was quick to lift it up to make her look at him. “I know I have had a history with girls, but I would really like to settle with you.” He said giving her a smile. Not a smirk, or cheeky grin but a genuine smile. “I’d like that too.” She said smiling and leaning forward to kiss his lips. “But please don’t tell.” She said pulling back quickly to say and Jungkook smiled and nodded.  

Under Fire- Yoongi(m)

Originally posted by lethargicmin

They say: “go big or go home.”

(m)- mature | word count: 3543 | Dom!Yoongi + Sub!Jimin

@yeum, @bangtanmacaroon, @jackoffjae, @chiminiipabo;))

request(s): Hello, i reaaaaallly love your smut stories! Can you do a studio sex with namjoon or yoongi? [+] Can you write a Suga smut, where you guys are at the studio, you try to get his attention but it doesn’t work, so you flirt with Jimin and you get punished [+] All I ask is Yoongi cuffs, whip, blindfold, thigh highs ;) 

a/n: guys things get a lil rough and really cray proceed with caution

He’d been ignoring you all damn day, giving short replies to your texts by telling you he’s at the studio. Busy, busy, always busy, always working. It’d been nearly two weeks since you’d been able to spend any alone time together, let alone any naughty time, and the craving for Yoongi to be buried deep inside of you has burned a hole in your chest, has ruined your favorite pair of panties while you lay in bed with one of his shirts, thinking about him.

About how lovely his hands would feel sinking into the curves of your body, gliding over your skin, down your stomach, between your legs… You’re desperate, eyelids fluttering closed when you rub your thighs together for some sort of friction that’s so unsatisfying compared to him it hurts. The only thing you can think about is him. He’d hardly come over, opting to stay in the dorms with the rest of the boys since it’s a great deal closer to the studio. He probably hasn’t been eating very well, if at all. And he definitely hasn’t been eating you. Which are both big problems.

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;pairing — Jungkook x reader

;warnings — Smut 

;word count — 2448

A/N: I went bowling the other day and I couldn’t stop thinking what It would be like going with Jungkook lmao. Basically just a short PWP :) Also I didn’t know how to name this soooooooo idk enjoy.

“C’mon y/n don’t be like that”

“I’ve already told you that I don’t want to!” You said for the 100 time to your persistent boyfriend, if there was something you knew about Jungkook was that he was the most stubborn man you have ever known, he didn’t take a no for an answer, but this time you were determined to not let him break your resolution, he couldn’t always have what he wants and he had to learn that.

“It will be fun!” he whined while pouting and simulating that he was crying, you swear to god sometimes you thought he was a little kid inside the body of a grown up man, a very sexy at that.

“You know I don’t like it” you said to Jungkook who was now sitting in the couch of the apartment the both of you shared.

“How come you know you don’t like it if you have never tried it before, huh?” he asked you.

He got you at that but before he could said something else you rushed to answer “Do I have to try trash to know that I won’t like eating it?”

He rolled his eyes as he crossed his arms, he looked cute when he couldn’t get what he wanted, you would admit. “Don’t compare bowling to trash.”

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anonymous asked:

Lance who doesn't show up for training and when *paladin of your choice* shows up to find him he's throwing up in the bathroom

Borrowing a little bit of past experience with this one… Sorry I’ve been so MIA, it’s been a long summer.

Lance’s stomach is tied in knots. He’d spent the past four hours trying to will away nausea, sweat soaking through his sleep shirt from the stress. Everything feels so hot and stinging, even the fabric of his clothing feels like it’s made of needles, stabbing him at every nerve ending. His head pounds throughout the night, and he isn’t sure he slept so much as he probably lost consciousness at various intervals.

But the burn within his gut seems to be the worst. Everything is in a strange haze, which Lance has felt before. He’s sure it’s a fever, and it’s not even his first one in space. But to feel the stabbing, twisting feeling in his stomach, he almost wants to cry. It takes Lance nearly an hour to will himself out of bed, trying to repeat to himself that he won’t throw up, he can’t get sick–he just needs water, and to sleep. Maybe a painkiller or three. It doesn’t work, and he can only slowly kick at his sheets until the fabric stops restricting his legs. He doesn’t stand up so much as he rolls out of the bed, crawling his way towards his bathroom.

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The Dance Blues (Dustin Henderson x Reader)

Originally posted by matthew-daddario

Author Note: Technically everyone asked for this cause Dustin deserved better. He deserved to have a girl say yes though I love Nancy. Just I needed this okay leave me alone. But I hope you guys enjoy let me know what you think! Warning um fluff and totally isn’t based on something I’ve done before.


(Y/n) huffed slightly watching her group of friends in amusement. The four that arrived were messing around, but (Y/n) didn’t fit in at the moment. The boys were all dressed up and Max atleast tried to look nice for the dance.

Yet here (Y/n) was with just a pair of blue jeans and a comfy sweater on. She didn’t feel in the dance mood, but Will insisted that she go. She didn’t want to go though and for one reason. Dustin Henderson.

The curly haired boy that easily ran away with her heart. She cursed his sweet nature and that innocent smile. He didn’t even know it. He was chasing after Max leaving behind the one friendship that should of mattered, but (Y/n) could never stay mad. Not when it came to him.

“Holy shit what happened to you?”

Confused (Y/n) looked up. Her heart jumped in her throat. Dustin’s once unruly locks were tamed up in a hairdo thar was eerily similar to Steve’s. He huffed slightly, but had a smile plastered across his face as he spoke with the others.

(Y/n) bit her lip as her face heated up. She desperately wanted to go down and hug Dustin. Maybe even ask him to dance, but one look at her attire sent those dreams packing. She wasn’t dressed up. She wasn’t exactly prettied up like any of the other girls. She didn’t spend hours on her hair or on makeup. She was just… Her.

A slow song filled the air, but (Y/n) didn’t notice it at first. That was until she glanced at the group to find them scattered in the winds. Lucas and Will were off dancing. Mike was sitting at a table, but Dustin wasn’t there. (Y/n)’s eyes wandered across the gym until she caught sight of the boy. He was looking around and for the first time in a long time it seemed he was about to cry.

(Y/n)’s throat seemed to close up as she watched Dustin sit down on the bleachers. He was wiping at his eyes and (Y/n)’s heart seemed to throb painfully. She stood up feeling her heart hammering unsteadily.

She made her way down nibbling on the inside of her cheek. She stopped in front of Dustin a worried frown on her face. “Hey Dustin.”

Dustin quickly wiped his face glancing up at (Y/n). “What?”

(Y/n)’s heart ached noticing how red and puffy his eyes were. His bottom lip trembling slightly nearly made her cry with him. She took a deep breath reminding herself that she was doing this for him. So (Y/n) dramatically got on her knees and held a hand out to him. “Will you Dustin Henderson Dance with me?” She asked dramatically.

Dustin blinked in surprise a small chuckle escaping his lips. “(Y/n) your causing a scene.” She didn’t notice, but Dustin’s cheeks were tinting pink. He couldn’t believe what (Y/n) was doing, and it warmed his heart.

(Y/n) found herself chuckling as well. Her face turning red as she grinned up at him. “You haven’t answered Dustin. Don’t let me kneel here all night,” She joked.

Dustin was laughing now. His eyes once again bright like they used to be. “Alright alright. Just get up already!” He stood up and helped (Y/n) onto her feet.

She dusted her pants off and tugged Dustin onto the dance floor. Her face heating up as Will smirked at her when they passed. She stopped in the crowd and turned towards Dustin. She nervously wrapped her arms around his neck. His wrapping around her waist. “I’m sorry,” She mumbled quietly.

Dustin frowned and tilted his head curiously. “Sorry for what?” He asked curiously.

(Y/n)’s eyes fell to the floor. Dustin frowned more noticing how a small frown made it’s way on her face. “That the girls are jerks…. And that the only one willing to dance with you isn’t dressed up.”

Dustin frowned slightly. “What are you talking about?” (Y/n) finally met his eyes seeming hesistant. Dustin just smiled and pulled her a little closer. “I’m obviously the luckiest guy here. You practically proposed,” He teased getting a laugh from her.

(Y/n) found herself studying Dustin for a moment before chuckling slightly. “I guess we’re practically married then.” She couldn’t help but grin as another chuckle escaped Dustin. “By the way have I told you that I’m in love with your hair?”


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I Understand

Originally posted by painfulblisss

Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 1400

Warnings: none that I can really think of, the dirty do is very implied tho, I hope it’s still to your liking!

@cutiepiepotatoes request: 

Whether its five minutes or a few seconds, you and Ivar always dissolve into fights furious enough to shake the walls. Despite that, it’s rare for a certain unspoken line to be crossed. That is until Aslaug locks you two in a room to sort out your near non-existent differences, only to frustrate you both to a boiling point of honesty.

“If you are going to act like children then you will be punished like children.” Aslaug chimed through the door. You yanked on the locked handle, a flash of anger igniting higher when the only other person in the small room with you shouted in an equal fury.

“Mother this is ridiculous! Open the door!”

She was toying with you both, stroking the already double inferno of rage locked safely behind the door. Queen Aslaug always bore a smile in your company, though you weren’t sure why. Not that you two didn’t get along or shared many interests, but whenever you and your family came to visit, Hel broke loose. Something that entertained Aslaug endlessly. But it was a bit strange given it involved her youngest and favored son, you and Ivar spitting venom at each other whenever in the same room for five minutes.

Even now you could hear the smile in her words. “I am going for a walk. Hope you two decide to be well behaved by the time I get back.”

Both you and Ivar called, begging and fighting for a release from each others presence. A silence came waiting for her response and you both slumped realizing she was already gone. In a last fit you kicked the door, crossing your arms pouting and refusing to turn around and face Ivar. “This is your fault.”

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One Direction's Scooby Doo tour bus is up for sale for £70,000
YIKES! One Direction fans have a chance to snap-up a piece of the band’s motoring history – their Scooby Doo-themed tour bus. The VW Crafter van cost £70,000 to convert into a luxury ro…

YIKES! One Direction fans have a chance to snap-up a piece of the band’s motoring history - their Scooby Doo-themed tour bus.

The VW Crafter van cost £70,000 to convert into a luxury road cruiser ferrying Harry Styles and co. between gigs from 2013.

But it is now up for grabs at a ‘silent’ internet auction in which the highest bid will be accepted without it being revealed.

No expense was spared pimping the 2011 van, which from the outside if a replica of a The Mystery Machine from the legendary 1970s cartoon series with Shaggy, Scooby and Velma.

Inside are heated leather seats from a Bentley inscribed with the initials LM and ZM for Zayn Malik and Louis Tomlinson.

Five cameras keep an eye fans outside - and there’s even said to be a water jet to keep them at bat if they get to boisterous.

The roof is made from old comic books under Perspex finish, while the carpets have under-floor heating. There’s also a fridge and a microwave.

It has been kitted with a huge 55" Sony Bravia plasma TV screen and two smaller ones on the sides, a Sony PlayStation, Xbox 360 and a Nintendo Wii.

The sound system boasts four 12″&#157; subwoofers powered by a Sony amplifier and a laser light show system for parties.

It is being sold by Ashtons car dealers near Newton Abbott, Devon.

Sales manager Oliver Cox explained: “We know someone in the trade who is a friend of Zayn and got it a few months ago.

“It is in perfect condition and only done 3,000 miles.

"The van was supposed to take One Direction on tour across America, but when it arrived there it hit copyright problems because of its Mystery Machine branding and had to be shipped straight back.

"There has been a lot of interest in it. I’m hoping for six figures for it, and the bids are already getting towards £100,000.

"It is certainly different from the usual Mercedes, Porsche and Land Rover we sell!”

kasadilla11  asked:

SuperCat, southern California doesn't really have "seasons" aside from that month it never stops raining and that month where everything's on fire, so when fall weather actually blows through, Cat is always freezing and Kara is essentially a Kryptonian space heater. Make of that what you will. :D

Kara and Cat are supposed to cook dinner together at Cat’s apartment, but Cat’s meetings run late.

Let yourself in, Cat texts at six-thirty. And order whatever take out you want— I’m not going to have the energy to cook after this.

She includes an eye rolling emoji, which Kara loves. Kara has a tendency to use three to ten emojis per text, and Cat never used to, but it seems Kara’s rubbing off on her a little. They haven’t been dating that long yet, but Cat’s smiling more, and apparently using emojis in texts, and these seem like good things.

It’s not that weird to let herself into Cat’s penthouse and make herself comfortable. She’s been here before, a few times while working, a few times while dating, has even spent the night twice. And it’s comfortable, none of that modern, hideously uncomfortable and kind of weird looking furniture Kara expected before she ever saw the place. Of course the furniture is wildly expensive, but it’s actually made for sitting in, not just for looking nice. Kara gets comfortable, feet curled beneath her on the sofa, browses Yelp thinking about what to order.


Thai is on its way when Cat arrives. Cat doesn’t give Kara time to tell her that, is complaining the moment she steps in the door.

Idiots, the lot of them,” she says, setting her purse down and immediately bending down to take off her heels. “I’m quitting and flying to Johannesburg tomorrow— not really,” she amends before Kara can decide if she’s being serious, “but I should, probably. It would serve them right.” She hasn’t stopped talking or moving since she arrived, she’s barefoot and pulling a blanket off of the back of the chair. “Plus, it’s basically winter out there.”

It’s October, but it’s a grey day, chillier than usual. Kara is going to mention how she enjoys weather like this, but the thought is lost when Cat climbs onto the couch right up against her, right up against her, tugging Kara’s arm over her shoulder demandingly and pressing their bodies together. She wraps the blanket around herself, half of it over Kara as well.

“Thank God you’re a Kryptonian space heater,” Cat says.

“Um,” Kara says.

“Don’t act like you don’t like cuddling.” It seems like Cat is trying to burrow further into Kara, which is not possible at this point. “I’ve seen you after sex, Kara.”

“I didn’t— I’m not— of course I like cuddling,” Kara says. She can feel Cat’s cheek twitch with a smile where it’s pressed against Kara’s shoulder. “But it’s like sixty-three degrees out. It’s not exactly cold.”

“If you like cuddling, why are you complaining?”

Kara sputters. Cat tilts her head up and offers a kiss, apology or appeasement or something for the teasing. She’s still smiling.

“Maybe we should move to Chicago,” Kara says. She wraps her arms tighter around Cat. “If this is how you like to keep warm.”

Cat tucks her head back under Kara’s chin. “And in Chicago— where would we be living?”

“Someplace like this, probably,” Kara says. “Ooh, we could get a place with heated flooring, that’d be awesome.”

“We’d be living together then.”


“I mean, yeah,” Kara tries for nonchalant, is pretty sure she misses the mark by a mile. “In this hypothetical world where I convince you to move to Chicago solely because I like cuddling you when you’re cold.”

“Maybe you should move in here, first,” Cat says.

Her voice is so, so quiet, but Kara hears her. Hears the timidity and nerves and can’t hug Cat nearly as hard as she wants to right now. Kara knows they basically just started dating, but in a way they’ve also been together for years, and the thought of living together makes her chest feel so warm she wonders if she actually is a Kryptonian space heater.

“You think so?” Kara says, just as quiet as Cat was.  

“Just whenever your lease is up.” Cat goes brisk, tries to pull back but Kara doesn’t let her go too far.


Kara can’t stop the beam working its way onto her face. Cat sees it, and stops trying to pull away. She even smiles back.

“God, I’m so glad it’s cold out,” Kara says.

“It’s like sixty-three degrees out,” Cat rolls her eyes with a smirk. “It’s not exactly cold.”

“Oh, then I guess you don’t need this—”

Kara makes to toss the blanket aside, but Cat clutches it tighter before she gets the chance, snuggles back against Kara’s body.

“Don’t you dare,” Cat says, and Kara kisses her.

Accidents Happen (Part 10/?)

Peter Parker x Pregnant!Reader

A/N: Thanks for reading, loves! I hope you enjoy! (Sorry it is a bit late! I was struggling with my little collage, again! I still am! It’s supposed to move! *insert eyeroll here* OH, WELL!)

Warnings: Teen pregnancy, angst, blood, violence, etc.

Accidents Happen Masterlist // Main Masterlist


You couldn’t look away from the note on the table.

Did you miss Daddy?

The words on the page kept mocking you. You could hear the sentence in your father’s voice. The sinister, baritone voice echoing through your head, creating a band around your chest that kept tightening and tightening. Are you freaking out? Yeah, probably.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘Peter’s been taken’?” May screamed, getting in Tony’s face. “You sonofabitch!” She started hitting him in the chest, “You promised me that he would be safe! You should have never recruited the kids!” She was pulled back by Clint, arms pinned to her sides as she struggled, “They’re kids for fuckssake! They should’ve never been involved! How could you do this?”

You felt a hand brush yours, and you realized that you were shaking. You turned, seeing Michelle with your hand in both of hers. She was staring at the scene unfolding in front of you, tears streaking down her face.

“I’m sorry!” Tony cried, voice shaking, “I didn’t think this would happen!”

“You’re sorry?!” She shook her head, getting out of Clint’s grasp and falling to her knees, “I already lost his parents, and my husband!” She choked on a sob, “I can’t lose him, too!”

You laid your free hand on your bump, in comfort. Your child was rolling around in your uterus, and could probably feel your stress. It felt like it was coming off you in waves. Your eyes were burning with tears, your hands and feet were cold, and the band around your chest kept getting tighter and tighter.

You continued to stare at the note.

“We’ll find him.” Steve said from the corner of the room, standing next to Bucky and Sharon. “We already have the best tech team looking for any trails, and checking cameras. FRIDAY is trying to track Peter’s suit.”

“What do you mean, ‘trying’?” You finally spoke, looking up and trying to swallow down the nausea, “What’s wrong with the tracker in his suit?”

“It’s been disabled.” He replied, frowning, “We don’t know how.”

You shook your head, trying to breathe through the pain in your chest, “I can’t do this without him.” Your hand on your belly was shaking as your rubbed the bump, “Find him.”

“Guys!” Bruce, on the phone, grabbed the remote, “We need to turn on the news.”

The big monitor flickered to life in front of the group, to a major news station.

Your stomach dropped.


He was tied to a pole, unconscious, and it looked like live video feed from a cellphone camera. He still had his mask on, but you could see blood soaking through where his shoulder was, his head hung down, and there were rips in his suit – exposing more blood and injuries.

“Avengers.” Your father’s voice came through the audio, closing your throat. “We have been asking nicely. We have run out of patience.”

You swallowed thickly. You knew exactly what they’ve been asking for… or who.

You turned to Bucky, and he already had his eyes on you. His face fell with remorse, and you stood up – legs shaking. You walked over to Bucky and grabbed his left hand, running a finger over the smooth metal of his knuckles in comfort.

He gave you a small squeeze in response.

“We want The Asset. We’ve always wanted The Asset.” A figure entered the camera frame, walking over to Peter. “You’ve tried our patience, again and again. We’ve decided that you’re to give us another asset. As compensation for time wasted.” The figure was a large man, wearing a ski mask and a hydra uniform. He grabbed the back of Peter’s mask, bringing up his unconscious head, “We want her. I want my daughter.”

Bucky’s hand tightened fractionally around yours, and your eyes widened in shock.

Suddenly, the man slapped Peter across the face. Hard. You jumped, hand over your bump like you were covering your child’s eyes.

Daddy’s going to be okay.

Peter jolted, crying out and pulling against his bonds. “What the hell?”

“Welcome back, Spiderman.” Your father sneered from out of frame, “I was just telling your team about our new conditions.”

You saw Peter’s body stiffen, growing very still. “You can’t have her.”

“You don’t have power, here!” He growled, entering the frame and shoving the other guy away. “I will have her! She’s mine!”

“She isn’t a piece of property you can sell, Sean!” Peter yelled, pulling against his bonds. “You can’t have her! She’ll never go with you!”

“She will.” Sean replied, smug. You were done calling him your father. Sean turned to the camera, and you could see the hateful eyes that matched yours, and the man who was supposed to be the first man to love you unconditionally. “Baby girl, don’t make me kill him.”

Your shaking, free hand went up to your mouth – smothering a small cry that escaped. Hot tears were leaving trails down your face and dripping off your chin, and the band in your chest started to suffocate you.

Bucky’s hand left yours – opting to wrap around your shoulders, instead.

You could hear Aunt May crying from her spot on the floor, but you couldn’t look away from the screen.

“You can kill me, but you won’t have her.” Peter shouted, “You can’t. Please!”

“Oh, I just might kill you.” Sean turned to Peter, slowly walking over to where Peter was thrashing. “Did you know that this little home video is broadcasting on every single news channel in the United States?” He let out a chuckle as Peter stopped thrashing. “What do you think, America? Would you like to know the identity of your ‘Friendly, Neighborhood Spiderman’?”

“No.” You whispered, leaning into Bucky.

Sean leaned down, grabbing the neck of Peter’s mask, “What do you think, Spiderman? Do you want to tell America who you are?”

Peter remained silent, body rigid and chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Well, America,” Sean grinned, looking back at the camera, “Say hello to Peter Parker.”

He ripped off Peter’s mask.

“Dammit.” Bucky muttered, hand rubbing up and down your arm in comfort.

You’d never been so relieved and terrified to see your boyfriend’s face. He looked okay, physically. His lip was split, there was a handprint around his neck, and you could see a bruise forming around his right eye, but he was alive.

His expression, on the other hand, looked shaken. Tears were streaming down his dirty face, and he was staring at the camera.

“Y/n, Bucky, don’t come. Don’t do anything stupid.” He cried, jerking against his restraints. “Don’t come for me! Y/n, Aunt May, I love you. I’m sorry.”

Your hand moved from your mouth to your chest, feeling your heart race and your breathing become erratic. No, Peter. No. He’s coming back. He isn’t leaving you, or this baby. You couldn’t control your crying.

“Awh. Young love.” Sean mocked, turning to someone off screen, “Go get my daughter.”

“No! Leave her alone!” Peter begged, a large tear rolling down his face, “She’s pregnant! Please! Just leave her alone!”

“I know, she is.” Sean turned to the screen, sinister smile on his face, “I’m going to have that baby, too.”

He whipped around to Peter, bringing his arm back, then punching him in the face. Peter’s head whipped to the side, his curls covered his face, and he cried out. You saw the spray of blood as Peter’s lip split further.

Sean erupted into laughter, like he was having the time of his life. “Say goodbye to your boyfriend, baby girl!” He continued his assault, and Peter’s cries grew more and more agonized.

“NO!” You screamed, and Bucky wrapped both arms around you, holding you up.

“Y/n, don’t watch.” Bucky whispered in your ear, turning you away and into his chest. “Don’t look.”

You could still hear the assault.

You flinched at every grunt, every sound, and every cry. You could hear the sound of flesh meeting flesh. You could hear Peter’s cries growing quieter with every blow, and hear his breathing become shallow. The sound of Sean taunting Peter grew louder than the blows, and the cheers of the other HYDRA agents could be heard in the background.

Then, the sounds ceased all together.

The silence was deafening.

You whipped around, and could see the newscasters from the channel you were on sitting there, shocked. The woman had tears streaming down her face with her hand over her mouth, and the man’s face was pale. “Cut to commercial.” Someone shouted from the background, and the channel changed to some commercial about two guys in a lake talking about cranberry juice.

“No!” Aunt May sobbed, curling into herself on the floor with Clint on his knees next to her, hand on her back.

“Oh, my god.” Tony turned away from the TV, pinching the bridge of his nose.

The band around your chest snapped.

You cried out as a hot, tight spasm shot from your collarbones to your lower stomach. The pain was so intense, your knees buckled and your vision grew blurry.

“Shit! Get Dr. Cho! NOW!” Bucky yelled, gently lowering you to the floor. “Someone call Dr. Nguyen!”

You couldn’t catch your breath, and your hands clawed at your shirt. “The baby!” You screamed as the heat moved to surrounding your bump, and you could feel the baby thrashing around in your belly, “Something’s wrong! My body is healing something!” You knew that heat, but you’d never felt it so intense, before. You turned your head, vomit spraying from your trembling lips.

Someone turned you onto your left side, and you coughed as the vomit expelled from your throat.

“Someone get a fucking doctor in here, for fuckssake!” You heard your mother yell.

Your vision started getting hazy, and your arms wrapped protectively around your bump as you curled in pain on the floor. The tightness and heat in your belly moved to your lower back, and you sobbed in fear. You begged your body to protect your baby.

“Y/n, honey, please.” Aunt May’s voice was next to your head, and you could feel her hands brushing over your hair, “Breathe. Take breaths. Breathe with me.”

You tried to focus on her voice, and focus on her breathing to calm your own.

The heat in your belly and back started to fade into a familiar warmth, and you couldn’t help the intense sobs that racked your body. You covered your head, tears cascading down your face, and face hot. You could feel your baby rolling around and you sobbed harder. “I want Peter.” You hiccupped, pulling your legs in and curling as tight as you could, “I need Peter.”

“We’ll get him back, Y/n.” Tony kneeled down in front of you, laying a hand on your arm as Aunt May continued to stroke your hair. “We’re going to find him.”

The doctors and nurses came running in a few moments later.

As they loaded you on a cart, you withdrew into yourself, feeling numb. Please let him be alive. You closed your eyes, not focusing on anything other than the picture you had conjured up in your mind. The family that you wanted. Peter, the baby, Aunt May, your mother, the team, Ned, Michelle… You needed that.

You needed your family whole, again.

“Y/n.” Dr. Nguyen shook your shoulder a little with his warm hand. “You need to focus on me.”

“Sorry.” You croaked, sniffing and wiping your face with your hands, “What were you saying?”

“The baby is fine. All the baby’s vitals are normal.” He wiped the ultrasound gel off your stomach and strapped a weird, round device to your bump, “Whatever your body was healing… it did the job. I’d like you to rest for the rest of the day. We’re going to keep a fetal heartrate monitor on you for a few hours, just to make sure things stay normal.”

You nodded, looking up at the ceiling and staring at the lights.

Michelle, Ned, and Aunt May came in shortly after he left the room.

“Aren’t your parents worried that you’re still here?” You asked, wrapping a small blanket over your shoulders.

“They can’t get through the swarm of reporters.” Michelle rolled her eyes, “Bloodthirsty parasites.”

You nodded, “I’m sorry you’re stuck here.”

“It’s not the worst thing in the world.” Ned smiled, “I get to see The Avengers in action.”

“Ned, let’s go get food, and check on Pepper.” Michelle stood up, “May and Y/n need a moment.”

Ned grabbed your hand, squeezing it once and following Michelle out into the hall.

You turned to May, whose tired face was blotchy from crying. “You’re not alone, May.”

Her face crumpled, and she sat on your bed, pulling you into a hug. “Oh, Honey, I know I’m not. I know I have you. You’re just as much my child as Peter.” She pulled back, hands on your shoulders, “Natasha thinks they’ve… k-kept Peter alive.” She took a steadying breath, blinking back her tears, “She thinks that they’ll keep him alive as bait.”

You closed your eyes, “I can’t do this anymore, May.” A small tear leaked out of the corner of your closed eye, “It’s one thing after a-fucking-nother. I can’t do this, and keep my sanity. The pregnancy, my father, the memories, the attacks, k-killing people… Peter…. I can’t. The stress is becoming too much.” You opened your eyes, lip wobbling, “There’s only so much I can compartmentalize. I can’t deal with all this without Peter. I have to believe that he’s alive.”

She pulled you back in, running her hand up and down your spine in comfort – like Peter did. “He’ll come back. He’ll come back to us.”


Scrolling on Facebook was a bad idea.

As was Twitter.

And Instagram.

Every social media platform had Peter’s assault posted all over it. Everyone had an opinion. It was worse than politics. People were upset that Peter was a minor. People were speculating on whether or not Sean had killed him. People were upset that Spiderman was not who they were imagining. People were traumatized about what they saw on the news…

Get in fucking line.

Plus, people suddenly had a bunch of fucking opinions about your pregnancy.

The people did not like the fact that Spiderman was about to become a sixteen-year-old father. Pictures of you and Peter were all over the news platforms, as was stills of Peter tied to a pole and stills of your fath- Sean’s face.

Your social media platforms were blowing up with people asking questions, people making rude comments, a few death threats, etc.

The worst was the posts from people you’d known.

Fucking Flash.

You shook your head at the tweets he had been tagging you and Peter in. Some were acting like you were best friends, while others were rude speculations and him saying he ‘knew all along’. One was him saying that you were nothing but a whore, and trapped Spiderman into a relationship for eventual fame.

He knew that you and Peter had been friends for years, before being in a relationship.

You uninstalled Twitter from your phone.

Then, you went to Facebook.

The top article was written by someone you recognized. The mom from school. The one who said she was a reporter. The article was titled: Who is Y/n? Sources say…

Bullshit! It was some bullshit.

The mother went on to repeat everything you had told her about why you spent a lot of time at the tower and why you had an escort. She then went on to say that having you at Midtown High was a ‘bad influence on the other ‘impressionable girls’, and how Peter was a delinquent who skipped school and had slipping grades – naming him a bad influence, as well.

“Because being pregnant at sixteen is something other teenagers totally strive for.” You muttered, rolling your eyes, and hitting the ‘like’ button to be petty.

“What the hell are you reading?” Aunt May turned from her book, raising an eyebrow. “You’re not reading social media, are you?”

You smiled sheepishly, “Maybe…”

“You don’t want to read that crap.” She shook her head, shifting around on the couch in the room, “Everyone has an opinion and none of it is worth reading.”

You sighed, logging out. “You’re right. At least nobody’s mentioned my abilities. I just wish that people would shut up about my pregnancy. It’s not like I’m a menace to society… I’m a straight A student who fucked up on birth control with her boyfriend.” You grimaced, “Oh god, people are going to figure out that Peter and I slept together before being a couple. Great. More slut points added my way…”

“Stop.” She sighed, putting her book in her lap, “I wish you wouldn’t think about yourself like that. People are going to think what they think. Who gives a shit about them. You’re a smart kid. You’re going to go places in life that the majority of those people would only dream of going.”

You bit your thumb nail, thinking about it.

She’s probably right.

“Just ignore them, okay?” She brought her book back up, “They don’t know anything. They just like gossip. People are cruel.”

You were in the middle of texting Michelle, who was resting in a guest quarters, when Vision came phasing through the door, making you jump in surprise. “Vision!”

“Oh, my apologies. I forget.” He looked sheepish, and Wanda came bursting through the door behind him.

“Peter’s alive! We found him!”

You sat straight up, ripping the blanket off you, and the fetal monitor, pulling down your scrub shirt you’d changed into.

“Where is he?” Aunt May asked, helping you off the bed.

“Tony, Steve, Nat, and Clint just picked him up.” She grabbed your hand, “They had a technopath. That’s how they hacked into FRIDAY and shut everything down. The man turned himself in.”

“What?” He turned himself in? “Why?”

“He said that he was only supposed to get the file and set up the feed.” She shook her head. “He didn’t know that Peter is just a teenager, and that he was going to be a father. He claimed that it went against his morals to hurt kids.”

“Is he HYDRA?” Aunt May questioned as she helped you along, towards the – now working – elevator.

“No.” Vision replied, hitting the button for the lift, “He was just a freelancer. He’s helping The Avengers, now. In exchange for not going to prison.”

“How fucking noble.” You rolled your eyes, leaning against the elevator wall. You were antsy. You needed to see Peter. You needed to see for yourself that he was alive. You looked down at your belly, running your fingers along the spot that the baby had just kicked. Daddy’s okay, baby. We’re going to be okay. You looked up, “How hurt was he?”

“He’s tougher than he looks, Y/n.” Wanda squeezed your shoulder, “Sean might have strength, but he might not have hurt Peter as bad as we originally thought. We don’t know the extent of Peter’s abilities from being bit by the spider. He might just be banged up. The technopath assured that he was alive and conscious when he left the building. We can’t get ahold of anyone, yet. They’re in a dead spot.”

“Can we trust him?” May turned to Wanda, as the elevator doors slid open to the floor that contained the landing pad. “What if he has a hidden agenda?”

“He is contained.” Vision replied, pulling out a chair for you to sit by one of the floor to ceiling windows, “He seems to be truthful, so far.”

You plopped down in the chair, exhausted. Your back was starting to get sore from not getting proper rest, you were hungry, and you could still feel the weight of anxiety in your chest. “If Peter’s alive, that’s all I care about. The rest we can deal with.”

“He’s alive, Y/n.” Wanda smiled, walking back towards the elevator, “Vision will stay with you, but I’m going to go help Sam and Bucky with our new informant.”

You nodded, turning to the window. You stared out at the night sky, and realized that you didn’t even know what time it was. It had to be the next night. You didn’t sleep much, but you were pretty sure that you slept through the majority of the day. Maybe. You looked at your fancy watch, checking the time and date to confirm.

“They’re here.” Aunt May stood, helping you off the chair.

“You go first, I need a minute.” You held on to the table as you saw the jet landing on the platform. “I need to process for a minute.”

“Okay, honey.” She kissed the crown of your head, “Vision will walk you out when you’re ready.”

She ran out the door and waited for the jet door to open. You could practically feel her anxiety from where you were standing, and it was making you nervous. He’s alive. He’s alive. You chanted that in your head, calming your nerves, and the door to the jet opened.

You could see the silhouettes of Steve, and Clint, first. They were followed by a feminine figure, which had to be Natasha.

The next two figures were huddled together. The larger of the two supporting the smaller.


You felt your baby jump in your belly, and you looked down to the bump. “Daddy’s okay.” You whispered to the bump, cradling it in your hands. “Daddy’s alive.”

“Shall we?” Vision said from next to you, holding out a hand.

You grasped his cold hand, following him out into the brisk, spring, New York air. You wrapped your arms around yourself, fighting a shiver as you crossed the threshold onto the landing pad.

You could see Aunt May with her arms wrapped around Peter, stroking his hair and crying. Tony was standing next to them, watching the scene unfold with a guilty look on his face – still wearing half of his Iron Man suit.

You paused, staring at Peter, and your heart pounding.

He looked up at you, a look of relief in his watery eyes. He pulled away from May, saying something to her, before he started limping in your direction as fast as he could.

Seeing him limp set something off, and you took off, meeting him halfway like one of those bad RomCom movies with the dramatic string orchestra music. Your music was the annoying honking and sirens coming from the streets of New York, and the sound of the wind gusting off the landing bad.

You threw your arms around his shoulders, burying your face into his neck and pulling yourself as close into his warm, shaking body as you could. His arms snaked around your ribcage, and he leaned his face into your shoulder. You couldn’t contain the horrendous sounding sobs that escaped your throat as you breathed him in and felt the warmth of his arms.

“You’re okay.” You kept whispering between sobs, “Oh, thank God, you’re okay.”

“I’m okay.” He sniffed, tears staining your tee shirt. “I’m so sorry. I love you, so much.”

“I love you, too.” You pulled back, framing his face with your hands and cataloguing each injury. Both eyes and cheeks were bruised, his nose looked like it had been broken and set back, and there was blood coming from his swollen mouth, nose, and a gash on his forehead and left eyebrow. His neck had a handprint bruised into it, almost covering the hickies you had given him previously, and he had a gash along his collarbone that looked like it came from a knife. “I’m sorry he did this to you.”

He shook his head, bruised and bloody hands coming up to your cheeks, “It’s not your fault.” He leaned forward, gently touching his forehead against yours. “I’m so happy you and the baby are safe. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost either of you.”

You moved your arms so they circled around his neck, keeping your foreheads pressed together and closing your eyes, “We’re okay. Both of us are okay. Better, now that you’re here.”

He leaned forward, pressing his lips roughly against yours. You could taste the salt from his tears mixing with your own, and the coppery taste coming from his split lip. His hands moved to your belly and he pulled back from your kiss, laying his head against your shoulder. “I should get cleaned up.”

“I wish I could heal you.” You sniffed, running your hands over his matted curls, “I wish this never happened.”

“I know.” He pulled back, swallowing thickly, “But it could hurt the baby, and I need you both healthy and alive.”

You smiled laying your hands over his, resting on your bump, “The baby missed you. Kept rolling around in there and wouldn’t sleep.” You looked down at the bump, “Now I think the baby is excited.”

He crouched down, pressing a small kiss next to your belly button, “Don’t worry, baby. I’m back. Daddy’s safe.”

Peter groaned as he stood back up, wrapping an arm around you, “I need to get cleaned up.” He looked back at May and Tony, who were standing a few feet away and watching you both. “Can we go in, now? I need a shower and to lay down.”

May came over and held Peter on the other side, so he didn’t have to limp, “Of course, sweetheart. Let’s get you all fixed up, so you guys can rest.” She looked at you, “You, too. You need rest, too. You’ve barely slept.”

You nodded, “Yes, Ma’am.”

When Peter was given the clear for a shower by Dr. Cho, and you were given the clear to go to your room by Dr. Nguyen – which made you have to explain to a panicked Peter why Dr. Nguyen was in the tower, in the first place – you both made your way up to your shared bedroom.

You’d forgotten about the fact that you had clothes everywhere and hadn’t cleaned up the defiled bed, but when you got to your room, the place was spotless.

“Poor housekeeping.” Peter chuckled, as you helped him get his shirt over his head with his cracked rib. “At least we have clean sheets.”

You shook your head with a smile, throwing his scrub shirt in the trash. Walking into the bathroom and turning the shower to a good temp, you pulled your gross scrub shirt over your head and threw it into the trash, as well. “Hope you want company. I haven’t showered since we defiled that bed, and I feel gross.” You didn’t hear Peter’s response, as you pulled your shorts off and threw on your robe. “Peter?”

You walked back into the bedroom, worried when you hadn’t gotten another response.

He was sitting on the bed in his scrub pants, slumped forward with his head in his hands. His shoulders were shaking and you could hear the sniffles coming from behind his hands.

“Babe, what’s wrong?” You kneeled down in front of him, gently grasping his forearms. “Are you okay?”

“No.” He quietly sobbed, “I’m not okay. I don’t know if I can do this, anymore.”

“Do what?” You moved to the bed next to him and pulled his head into your chest, stroking his hair as he threw his arms around your waist. “Be Spiderman?”

“Yeah.” He sniffed, turning his head a little so his ear was pressed to your chest, listening to your heartbeat. “I don’t know what to do. I want to be Spiderman. I love being Spiderman.” He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. “I feel so overwhelmed. I want to keep you, the baby, and Aunt May safe. I want to keep everyone safe. I’ve never had to think about what would happen if I tried so hard, that I didn’t come back to you. Not until, now. It put things into perspective, and I don’t know where to go from here.”

You thought about what he was saying, for a moment. Processing. You continued to stroke his hair, listening to the shower run in the bathroom and the quiet crying coming from Peter.

“Well,” You said after a minute, “I know Spiderman is important to you. I don’t ever want to lose you. I love you… But, you also do great things, Peter.” You pulled him up, wiping his tears with your thumbs, “You and The Avengers try everything you can to keep the world safe. You guys are heroes, and if you want to be Spiderman, I’ll support you. If not, I’ll still support you.” You smiled, “‘A hero is someone who, in spite of weakness, doubt, or not always knowing the answers, goes ahead and overcomes anyway.’ Christopher Reeve.”

He shook his head, with a small smile, “You’re like a human Google.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry for the break down. I was just so scared, and I feel like I have to try and keep it together in front of the team.”

“They love you, Peter.” You pulled him up, walking towards the bathroom, “They’d never judge you if you were scared. Everyone gets scared, sometimes.”

“There is one thing that has been bothering me, though.” He said as he pulled off his scrub pants and entered the steamy shower.

You removed your robe, joining him in the enormous shower and feeling your muscles relax from the hot water, “What’s that?”

“Them finding me… Them rescuing me…” He shook his head, running his hand through his – now wet – hair. “I was barely conscious when they found me, but there was no fight… They said that nobody was in the building.”

“Why does that bother you?” You questioned, frowning.

“Because… It was too easy.”

Part 11

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BTS Park Jimin Hybrid

You were just getting out of college with a heavy burden on your mind. The exams we’re closing in really fast and the fact that the university was very different in South Korea than America was a scary change for you. Trying to get a passing grade in a competitive classroom of A students was tiring, and nerve wrecking. You were literally pulling out your hair just thinking about it.

You increased in speed as you walked your way towards the metro station which was a block away from the university you went to. You stopped once you hear a weak meow, your heart thumped against your ribcage as your eyes danced along the darkness of Busan'salmost empty streets. You could spot a few drunkards stumbling their way down the sidewalks minding their business, While sober people we’re also making their way to where they need to be.


You looked around and couldn’t see where the kitten could have been hiding. You got on one knee and began to wiggle your fingers around you while making kissy sounds.

“Come here kitty, come here~” before you knew it, a small kitten walked over to you slowly. it was shaking since it was raining earlier and the clouds were still hanging overhead. It was covered in mud, one of his paws seemed as you noticed it was limping slightly.

“Hi there cutie,” You let the kitten sniff your fingers, and it licked them a few seconds after. “are you hungry?” You reached into your purse to pull out your half eaten tuna sandwich. Removing the top bread, you squatted back down and lowered your hand. The kitten without hesitation began to eat the tuna fish. Once done, the back baked up and stretched its limbs while yawning.

You grabbed the trash, wrapped it in the napkin it came in and held it in your hand, you planned on throwing it away in a trash can at the metro station. You looked down at the kitten noticing it hadn’t moved from its spot, As it observes its surroundings. You stood up, making the cat look up at you and meowing.

“I have to go now a kitten.” the cat meows again and slithers it’s body between your legs as it rubs against you. “Kitty, do you have a home?”

It meows once again as it looks up at you.

You gave in. You bent down, picking it up gently, making the cat mewl. You cradle it in your jacket as it began to purr slightly in the warmed of the coat. “Do you want to live with me?” A small meow was heard, and you smiled happily.

The Train ride was way to soothing, as you ended up falling asleep and missing your stop, so you had to ride it in reverse for at least one stop which you were thankful for. As soon as the door’s open, you began to speed walk a good 2 blocks until you got to the entrance of the apartments. You had hidden the kitten deeper within your coat.

The security guard here knew who you were and would probably question why you had a new cat all of a sudden, not to mention he is also very freaking nosey as hell and can’t keep a secret. He spills the beans like always, like how you had once had a crush on the landlords son, Kim Namjoon.

You groaned at the memory as you stood to wait for the elevator. The kitten tries to peak it’s head out of your coat while meowing, you jumped slightly as you looked over at the sleeping guard.

“Shh, kitty!” You opened the coat slightly, maybe it needed oxygen.



“Oh- Good evening, Y/N.” You whipped around quickly to see the guard looking over at you groggily, you smiled anxiously.

“HIDDY HO! HIDDY BYE BYE!” You slid into the elevator, mashing the buttons about 9999x times. The guard looked at the elevator with a confused look on his face.

“Is that child on meth? what is with her?” He chuckles shaking his head, as he leans back in his chair to nap some more.

The door’s had finally shut.

You led against the elevator walls and sigh in relief. You opened up the jacket further and held the kitten in your hand. You face it towards you as it looks at you while sniffing. You smiled at it.


You played with it until the door’s finally opened. You’re feet led you to your apartment’s door, grabbing your key card you slid it and it unlocks itself. You opened the door and immediately turned on the heater and flooring heating.

Having wooden flooring, in winter is not fun. The whole apartment felt like a deep freezer. You set the kitten down on the floor to see it shaking its paws, meowing.

“is it cold?” You lifted it up, “Fine let’s get you washed up first.”

You washed up the kitten and set the kitten on the couch. “stay here.” You ran to your room to grab a pillow, you came back in to see it still sitting on the couch. “Good kitty~” You scratched it behind it’s ear as it purrs slightly.

You laid the pillow on the couch. “Here is your bed sweetie, oh wait.” You ran back into your room to get a sheet to cover up the kitten.

As soon as you came back out, you stopped in your place as your heart leaps out of your chest. You stood there, having a staring contest with a complete stranger in your apartment.

With Cat ears, and a fucking tail.

That swished happily when he see’s you. His face, however, stayed calm looking.

“Uh.” You said as you felt your head going light. “Who-Who are you?”

“I’m The kitten.”

“No, you’re not.”

He tilts his head. “I’m pretty sure, I am.”

“What? I fucking don’t get what is happening!!” You threw the sheets at the strange man. His eyes happy state went into one of disappointment.

“oh..have you ever seen a hybrid before?”


“….we do.” He says as if he states this every day of his life. She backs up only to clumsily fall backward as your head slams against the wall, knocking you out cold.


You woke up in your room, with something cold underneath your head. You sat up, only to feel the back of your head throbbing painfully. You hissed as you touch the back of your head while whimpering as you can feel a headache settling in. You walked out of the room, to make sure the kitten was sleep and well, but as soon as you go down the hallway, you see the man…AGAIN.

The Handsome, Hybrid you thought was just a weird ass fetish dream.


“AH!!!!” You screamed. The sleeping form on the couch fell off, landing on his stomach with a pained yowl. “AHH!!” You turned around to run, but ran into the wall again, slowly falling back but before you fell; you felt a body behind you hold you up. You looked up as the kitten had a pained expression on his face as he lets out a heavy breath against your face.

He lets you down slowly with shaking arms and wobbly legs, he sits down next to you as he held his stomach. You looked at him. He was looking down at the wooden flooring with his eye shut tight.

“Please don’t hurt me..” He whispered. “I’m nice, I swear. I miss being around a human owner..” Your eyes were bulging out of their sockets. “Please…if you want me to leave just say so. I will do it.”

“Wait a darn second.” He looks up at you as he clutches his stomach. You then noticed he was butt naked. “Y-Y-Y-Y-” You pointed to his body. He looks down, and gasps loudly, as he runs to the pillow and covers his private part. You felt your face getting hot the longer you stared at him.

“STOP STARING!” He cried out. You covered your eyes screaming, you stood up, running towards your room only to hit the wall again.

You can guess what happened next. *Facepalm*


You woke up, to the feeling in laying on someone’s lap. You moved your head so you can stare up at who it was. He stares down at you with the tilt of his head, his eyes studying your face.

“You know…by now you might as well be in a coma, by how many times you’ve smacked your head against the wall.” He chuckles as he massages your head slightly. “I won’t harm you human.” His voice was a beautiful melody to your ears. You’ve always found men with higher voice than the most overrated, sounds just like berry white deep voices.

You sat up, now noticing he was fitting one of your over sized shirts. He had a nervous smile.

“If you don’t mind. me borrowing this until tomorrow morning? I will give it back to you once I leave..”

“Wait, leave?” He nods while looking at you confused. “why?”

“Well…isn’t it obvious…your reaction to me is quite negative.” He looks away, at the decorations in the house. “why stay to make you uncomfortable.”

“stay, I brought you here for a reason. To live with me.”


“Hybrid.” You countered, looking at him with a smile. He sighs while chuckling, you pinched his cheek making him smile and laugh.

“Fine..I’ll stay…as long as you don’t freak out again.”

“I’ll get used to this, I’m fine with a new roommate/pet.”

“Me too, I’ll learn to trust again.”