#THIS IS LIKE. THAT ONE SCENE FROM PUSS IN BOOTS WHERE HE GETS A SCRATCH ON HIS HEAD AND IT FUCKING BLEEDS

[jimmerzz0905]

IS THAT FUCKING STRAWBERRY JAM ON HIS CAPE AND MOUTH??????????????

my reaction too, capsaicin

[lorsdelapluie]

The scene takes place in the world of Puss in Boots 2, in Far far away. The reader in all my one shots concerning this world is the incarnation of bad luck, they are literally just trying to go through life and enjoy however they can.

IT IS HERE THE NSFW CHAPTER LADIES AND GENTS. EAT THIS UP. Im sorry it took so long but I hope it's gonna be worth it :' D

Note: "Chiqui" is spanish pet name that means "Little one".

Part 2- Mi Pareja.

Death was a jealous entity, you got to learn this the hard way. After your first encounter, which occured now several months ago, the wolf would oftenly visit to check on you. Pretending to check if the Lloronas weren't still mad at him for stepping in their ritual and therefore would take their revenge on you. Of course, you didnt buy any of this, you were pretty sure that Las famosas Lloronas didn't hold grudges against you and they probably forgot about that accident. As they were deeply focused on the man they were hunting and not you, you just happened to be in the way. And how would any creature in Far far away dare to hold grudge against Death itself.

Right now, you were stuck in a pool of mud, your high boots now uneapperant as you had your feet deep in this. You couldn't move, and by some strike of luck, a group of men were trying to help you. Tying a rope around you waist as they were trying to pull you away. You perceived every word with crips clarity as they gave you instructions to help you get out of this mess. Hearing every scruff and octave in the men's voice, something which reassured you in some way, making you think of the voice of your protector for the past few months. You felt the rope dip under the back of your belt, scratching your skin. That hurt. But as the pression on the rope grew, the pulls too, you soon could pull out your leg of the mess. You were walking right through this shit, and soon as you came closer to the shore, a hand extended to you.

Your eyes roses, encountering the face of the guy in front of you. He had pale blue eyes, strong face features and pretty brushed golden hair. His outfit, his face and his gentle way of brigging you back on the land with soft smile, even though you cleraly looked like a mess, made you wonder if you were not in front of a prince. What prince, this you could not know. Why ? Cause there was not only one prince in Far far away. Many of them were wealthy, which was the case of the one in front of you, you assumed.

"Who are you ?" you murmured out of curiosity. You turned around, looking at the lake of mud that you just left then your eyes met those pale blue eyes that were looking at you with concern. "Oh, sorry, I completely forgot about the part where i need to be civilized. So, thank you !"

"Vania. Prince Vania. And you are ?" So he was a prince indeed. He slowly grabbed your arm pulling you on the earth, further away from the lake as he looked at the rest of the men that looked like they belonged under his orders. He was ordering them to get you something to clean your... destroyed boots. "And please dont mention it, it's normal to help anyone in distress right ?"

You nodded, forgetting totally to answer the first question. You didn't see the need in doing so. Why would a prince need to know the name of someone who was selling flowers to get by life. Right ? But his gaze never shifted, one brow arching as to ask you to, silently, once again.

"Y/N... I'm sorry sir, I have nothing to offer you, I'm a simple florist... I can't see what any of my possession could bring to your Majesty."

"Fear not my dear. I do not seek for gifts. A smile on this soft face of yours, is already plenty enough to re-pay me." Did all prince talked that way ? What a weirdo you thought. Did he really expect you to swoon like the princesses or other women might do. You let out an awkward chuckle as you slowly slide your arm away for the grasp of Vania.

Deep down, you could sense that the discussion going on right now wasn't right, it was weird. The prince in front of you didn't do anything wrong, no. And here he was kneeling in front of you as he took care of your shoes once a towel was handed to him. Did he thought of you as another potential concubine ? Please, God no. And as soon as you were about to tell him that he needed not clean your shoes that you were much capable of doing so yourself, you could hear a whistle.

No one seemed to notice it, except you. This whistle... You knew where it came from. From a place that wasn't bathing in the sunlight, coming from the muzzle of that dear.. dear wolf. You turned around, searching for him.

As the sunny day turned into piercing winds and low temperatures, like those early dusk and unforgiving pitch-black nights. Was it already that late ? You were standing, facing towards the lake of mud, your eyes searching desperatly for the silhouette of the wolf that you knew was there. You shivered and wrapped your shawl tighter around your shoulders. You needed to go back home, if he manifested his presence to you, he wasn't pleased. You turned around to look at your savior.

"I need to go back home. Thank you once again." You didn't wait for an answer as your legs decided it was time for you to go. And you ran, you needed to go back home. You knew you weren't gonna be safe there, but something inside your mind just yelled at you to go there. For what ? Find an angry wolf ? Why would he be angry for anyway ? Where was he hiding, you could feel his piercing eyes on your back, burnin two holes that didn't help you feel at ease at all. He didn't say a single word, just a simple whistle. This whistle that have heard him do with so many of death's victim. You could picture the glint in his eyes that you knew so well, going from annoyed, to neutral, to hot. This was not good for you in any way. As your mind wandered, you were running, running for your home. When you could see the field of colorful flowers appearing behind the hill, you sighed of relief, your small home resting next to the prettiest lake that might exist. You took the stairs that were leading to your nest. And once you were inside, door closed behind your back... You sighed as you let yourself slid down against the wood. You looked at your boots, taking it off rapidly to throw it to the side. Stupid muddy lake.

But as soon as you stood up, you could sense a freshness settling inside your home. A shiver ran down your spine, feeling your heart rate increase whenever you knew he was inside your home. Inside your safe walls.

"Made a friend back there Chiqui ?" and there he was, his low and raspy voice coming out of the only dark corner of the room. Could he possibly travel thanks to the shadows. You could ask him that someday. But that someday was surely not today, with how the situation was turning. Embarassment settled in your chest, why were you blaming yourself when you did nothing wrong. He just helped you.

"He just helped me... I would hardly call that befriending someone." This must have been a wrong answer considering the low growl that came out of his muzzle. To his own eyes, Death was rarely wrong, moreover was never wrong when he was angry. Which he painfully looked right now?

"Are you implying that I imagined what I saw? That kid on his knees in front of you? With his hand around your arm?" As these words came out of his snout, the wolf’s paws left the shadow in which they comforted. He approached. Dangerously. His lips retracting and that growl coming from the bottom of his throat was a clear indication of his annoyance. "His eyes scanned through you when you were facing backwards, looking for me. I shouldn’t have whistled. I should have come out of the shadows and taken the head of this cheap prince."

Fuck. You made the wrong decision, didn’t you? This is exactly what to do if you want to get murdered. Don’t scream. Don’t get angry. Let him ramble. You looked down, you knew better than look at him right in the eyes when he was angry. It scared you.. Not a lot but a little, probably a natural instinct to fear what was created to end one's life.

Fuck. Miercoles...

But Death wouldn't take you right ? Not because of some misunderstanding. He cared about you. But that behavior awfully looked like a...

Territorial behavior.

It’s just two words, but the implications behind it make your lungs constrict and your heart race. Other adjectives spring up around it, bringing a wave of excitement with them.

Territorial. Possessive. Jealous. You were probably just thinking it right now. Sure Death has been following you around like a shadow those past few weeks. You were awfully suspiscious about that behavior. You even joked about it, but now.. Now he seemed more agressive than usual. And you would be damned but it did aroused you. Well.. Still does.

"Chiqui ?"

He called out, and as you rose your eyes from the floor, the wolf was now in front of you. Did he call for you prior to that ? Wait, he was really close. His eyes were looking right throught you, those white pupils locking into yours. There he was, doing it again.. Reading right through you. And right now ? You were pathetic. Patetically blushing head over heels as you realised your arousal over the wolf in front of you and his display of possessivity.

His muzzle opened, but no voice came out of it. You raise your eyes to look at the wolf ashamed of the feelings curling up inside you right in the moment. And you could have sworn, you saw his eyes darken for a moment. And before you could say anything to defend or ask what was he on about.

"Me vas a volver loco." he breathed in a strained voice as if he was holding himself back. Holding himself from launching onto you.

You will drive me mad, that's what he said. And you murmured back, in that splendid language that was spanish, that he already did that to you. Hearing you speak in your native language always made him stop for a moment. His chest halting as if Death was catching its breath.

“How much do you like this shirt?” he asks, voice lower and more gruff than he probably intended.

“Not much.”

And just like that it shreds with a quick jerk of his claws, and the pieces land somewhere near the corner of the room as he tosses them aside with a careless flick. Some yelp left your mouth, and yet as you should feel afraid.. Embarassed to be half bare in front of him, you didn't try to hide away. You swore that as he looked at you, you saw his throat boped.

You shake your head and laugh softly, trying to ease the tension that was building inside of you as you got shyer and shyer because of his gaze on your body “I feel like some kind of sacrifice in front you like this.”

His blood races, and his muzzle that was above you a few moments ago fell into your neck as his tongue licked that sweet skin of yours. You gasped, but dont try to lean away from the wanted touch. Feeling the teeth brushing on each other side of your throat, when his hands were now roaming over your body hurrying themselves to get you off those layers.

“A worthy offering,” he says, unwrapping that tissu belt and your pants as if you were his most precious treasure. “Any entity would be pleased with such a gift.”

You come to him willingly, eagerly, running your hands over the back of the wolf, nuzzling your fingers inside the white furr. Pressed against his body, the warmth of your body warming up his cold one, as his mouth left your throat to nibble on your ear.

“What about...Hm. A terrible, fearsome monster? Would I make a worthy sacrifice for him, too?”

“That depends on whether you were a willing tribute.” he answered as he stopped himself from nibbling the rest of your body.

“And if I was?”

“If you were, Chiqui…” he says, as his hands slides now on your bear cheeks to carry you towards what was your bed. “Then I would have no choice but to worship you.”

The words are low and rumbling, spoken into the soft skin of your inner thigh as he inches closer and closer to your inner thighs. You gasps again and shifts for him, opens for him, trembling with anticipation. Never you would have thought to see The so feared wolf between your thighs, ready to devour you. And with the first swipe of his tongue over your warm, swollen flesh, you cry out and arches against his hold.

The sight of you struggling to keep your voice to yourself, and those thighs closed is more erotic than anything he ever could have imagined. Wrapped around you soft, plush body, squeezing you tight, keeping you still when you buck and writh with pleasure, it draws on that same dark instinct howling up from the bottom of his soul.

A word keeps repeating in his head, like a mantra as his muzzle devour you, making a wet mess of yourself.

Claim you.

But he was settling for devouring you instead, savoring the offering you bring to him so sweetly.

The taste of you only stokes those instincts higher, stronger, closer to the brink of blissful oblivion. Something he never dared to imagine as he was...Death himself. And you were nothing but a beautiful alive being. Your thighs bracket the sides of his head, pushing against his soft furr and he grunts in approval, tightening his grip on you and sinking his fingertips into the curve of your ass.

You were both lost in the moment, him not caring for the claws of his back paws clawing at the floor and leaving marks in the wood. And you not caring enough to keep your voice down as you were riding, the soft sensation of his tongue and teeth literally eating you out.

Knock knock.

That caught you off-guard. You both stopped, looking at each others. The ears of the white wolf perking at the top of his head. Before you could see a frown appear on his face, a growl pushing its way behind his teeth. Unhappy. Who was-

"Darling are you okay ?"

Wait.. That voice. You were pretty sure you recognize it. It was the prince from earlier. Did he follow you here ? Did hear you ? Wait. Darling ? That nickname was revolting. The face of the wolf raising from between your thighs, as his tongue passes upon his upper lip, a growl settling in the back of his throat. Not a desiring growl, but a threatening one. That was not good, your legs grabbed him in place, crossing behind his neck. Blocking him.

"Chi-"

"I'm quite busy at the moment ! Could you please go away." you ask in a strangled voice as you were slowly coming down from your high state. You didn't really catch what he answered you cause the next moment Death's tongue was back on you. It doesn’t take long until your body is taut and straining again, cries wishing to grow louder and more insistent. Mostly when the wolf between your thighs pushes against that sweet sweet spot. And yet you could hear that SO annoying voice coming from behind the door.

"Desaparece cabron !" You yelled, ash he stroked and eased you through every spasm of your climax, keeping you firmly held on the bed as you were doing for him, coming apart against his tongue.

Stars. You were seeing stars, literally. A laugh rumbling between your thighs, as you looked down at Death sliding his thumb to collect the rest of you on his lip. When you were finally settling down, your thighs were freeing the man you had in a choke hold.

"If I only knew you could curse like that."

"Is he gone..?" You breath out.

"Por favor, don't mention him ever again. He is far. Now it's my time. And I need to know, one important thing."

You looked at him frowning, wondering what could he possibly ask in that moment. You pray, please no more question about if they were friends or not..

“How much of me do you want, Chiqui?”

How much ? You asked yourself that question a while back. You were looking at Death's back as he was walking in front of you in some dark forest, two months ago. The spores of some mushrooms in the environment making your imagination run wild. You wondered if he knew already back then.. You pictured him above you, licking his teeth like he often does when he is about to eat up a meal you prepared. Hungry or impatient... You couldn't say. And you would look down at his inner thigh, cheeks growing hot. Would you like that ?

The answer doesn't come right away, Death wondering if you were unsure. But his eyes wandered, looking at your still moving hips, chasing the pleasure he was more than willing to give you. When he pressed his teeth into you skin in a small reminder, though, you gaze up so lustfully up at him.

And fuck, were you beautiful, once again you could see his chest raise. Your eyes glazed with pleasure, lips parted on a gasp, cheeks flushed.

“All of you,” you whisper. “I want all of you, Death.”

His answering groan echoes in the room. Leaving you breathless, you could almost taste the anticipation and the craving in the air.

“Are you sure?”

Soflty, your hands run through the puff of his cheeks. Your fingers ruffling the white hair. And your look gave the answer, you were looking at him like he ever wanted you to look at him since he first laid his preying eyes on you.

Maybe it’s what he always needed. Someone to be patient with him. Someone to be dedicated to him.

He has now a hand on each of your thighs, holding you open, as he raised from the floor, towering you down, one knee resting now on the bed.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” You breathe. “Yes, I trust you.”

One hand leaves your thigh, catching your chin between his fingers, tipping your head forward. “Look down, Y/N. See what you do to me.”

Between your legs, you could see his cock, hard and pulsing against your damp thigh (wait when did he get rid of his pants), you could feel the red rushing to your cheeks. That was...big. And it didn't look like any human male sex you had ever seen.

Not like you intentionally seen lots of them.

A laugh echoes in the room, while the wolf deciphers the expression you display. His face regaining its previous poise, his mouth opening and laying his fangs around your throat. Slowly, the fingers that had explored your entrance find their place again to continue this work of relaxation. He and you both knew that if you weren’t relaxed enough, this whole thing could be a lot more painful than either of you wanted. You push your head back, resting on the matress within a soft moan.

“That’s it,” The wolf grates out when you bear down and shift open to take him deeper. “Just like that, Chiqui.”

You could feel his voice rumble against your throat as he slides his tongue against you skin once again. Pressing his jaw around you, catching your breath. Enough pressure to cut your breath when you took too deep breaths. As warmth floods through you with his graveled praise. Warmth and trust and painfully sweet tenderness that only ratchets up every other sensation.

The feeling of Death’s fingers breaching you, filling you, diving deep and branding you from the inside out, is like absolutely nothing You’ve ever felt before. Pulsing and alive?, twisting and shifting and fitting itself to the shape of you. And you could feel him grind against your thigh, trying to releave some of that build up tension in between his legs.

“So mesmerizing. Do you think you can take some more?”

He asked as he pulled his teeth away, locking his gaze into yours. You nod, but he brings his free hand up to cup your chin, tilting your head up toward him.

“Let me hear your words.”

“Yes! I want more. Por favor.”

“Ask, and it’s yours,” he rasps, and pushes in another finger that makes you gasp.

Your thighs shake from the impossible, building waves of pleasure and the Wolf tightens his hold on you, spreading you even wider as his three rather larger fingers dives deep and retreats.

His knotted cock bumps up against your inner thigh, and a small pulse of uncertainty moves through you. You had no idea how you were going to take all that. Long, thick, and already weeping from the tip, your core tightens just looking at it.

Death seems to read your hesitation as if you were an open book in front of him, because he leans in to whisper low and dark into your ear.

“I’ll make sure you’re ready for me, Chiqui.”

Inside of you, the fingers he’s impaled you on shifts and twists, growing thicker somehow as he spreads them. The stretch of it boarders on too much, making you squirm and moan and press back against him, but you are not about to ask him to stop. When you tangle your hands into his furr and pull his head forward to claim his mouth, he growls and presses even deeper, fitting himself against the spot he drove you wild with just a few minutes ago.

There, right there, hitting that sensitive spot inside and ripping another scream from you as you climax crests and breaks. He works you through every spasm, drawing the pleasure out until you are half-certain you are going to pass out from it.

"Death-"

Your words cut off at his sharp growl and his tongue crashes past your lips. He’s ravenous as he strokes his tongue deep, hand on your throat, keeping you pinned in place. And when he notches his cock against your entrance, the clawing need to have him inside steals your breath.

Death breaks the kiss and looks down. Expression hungry, an animalistic growl, he watches himself nudge against you once, twice, before sliding the blunted tip inside.

Just that—just the smallest part of him—is already enough to make you feel stretched and full. His shuddering breath breaks against your shoulder as he drives his hips forward another inch, then another, until you are meeting him thrust for gentle thrust, groaning at the impossible feel of him sliding deeper.

“Dios,” he says. “Déjame tomarme mi tiempo contigo. Me estás absorbiendo.”

You hear him, but with each inch gained you are getting more impatient. Letting out a small moan of protest, you shift your hips, straining to take more of him, and his answering growl rumbles all the way through you.

“Greedy. So greedy, my Y/N. Shall I be merciful and give you what you want?”

“Please,” You gasp. "Por favor, deja-"

You don’t get to finish begging.

With a powerful upward thrust, he fills you up entirely and wrenches a ragged scream from the back of your throat. He’s there, bottomed out, sunk to the hilt in you. You are stretched so full that for a few long moments all you can do is drop your head back against the bed and close your eyes, trying to adjust to the feel of him.

“Bellissima,” he murmurs, rolling his hips in a way that makes another moan rasp from your throat. “Look at you taking me so well, my mate.”

Mate. You knew that was a language used between wolves. Inside a pack... A mate is a partner. A partner for life. You knew thanks to that , that Death is mindless at this point, too far gone into the magic being woven between the two of you to think about what he’s saying.

When you look down and see yourself stretched around him, feel the insistent pulse of him inside of you and the light press of his teeth against your neck, searching a way for the back of it, there’s no part of you that shies away from that word.

My mate.

It’s not enough, not nearly enough. Reaching up to wrap an arm around his neck for leverage, you grind into his thrusts and move restlessly against him, begging for more. More pleasure. More touch. More of the wild, incredible feel of him.

You must moan at least some of it out loud, because he growls low in his throat. “You need more from me, Chiqui?”

“Yes! Please.”

When he pulls out of you, you cry out sharply in protest. It’s only a couple of seconds, though, before he’s got you turned around and pushed up against the cotton of the sheets,his teeth finds the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your body, his hand pressing you into the bed, as he slams back into you.

It’s more intense than before, heavier, deeper. You don't know if that was the bite at the back of your neck that was driving you to madness, or the feeling of his knot pushing inside you. Stretching you to the maximum, making you scream his name. It was burning you up from the inside out until it breaks with a ferocity that blanks your vision out for a few long, ecstatic moments.

He comes just after you do, driving deep and exploding in you, locked by his knot, with a wash of heat that makes your belly flutter and your body go lax under his.

You obviously had a hard time coming down from that feeling you just had. But so did he. The erastic breathing that you could feel against your neck as the fangs did not let go, brought you little by little back to the world of the living. Soon you could hear the movement whipping the air from the wolf’s tail. Then the bed began to crack. Death let go of your neck, the moment the creak reach his ears, he was leaning to hard on the bed, and was about to break it.

Slowly, you could feel his weight lifting up from you, and his tongue running on the mark and the droplets of blood he left behind. A soft sigh left your lips as you could feel the knot of the male above you softening and he could finally pull out.

And as slowly, he reaches down to take your numb body against him, his nose nuzzling against your jaw just under your ear his a soft hum.

"You smell like me."

A small laugh escpaed your lips. You surely didn't expect that to come out first. You were relaxed in his arms, completely sated, andhe couldn't help but internally purr in pleasure to see you so undone. And a smile even peeked out at the sound of your laugh.

His mate. Satisfied. Happy. Utterly fucked-out and his.

"You reeked of the kid earlier. I thought I was going to lose my mind." he growled against your ear, flattening his ears back at the thought surely bothering him again.

"Feels like you did."

Despite your laugh, the wolf growls at the mockery. "It is not a mistake, Chiqui. You are mine. And now... Everybody will know that Death itself maked you."

Oh... And here you go blushing again, and it was his turn to laugh.

[inyournightmares97]

Antipathy, part one

In which Park Jinyoung, a possibly murderous cat hybrid, makes you question everything you thought you knew about yourself. 

Warnings: Possible strong language, and um.... hybrid!Jinyoung?

Word Count: 2.2k

part two  part three part four  part five  part six

WARNING: THIS SERIES ONLY HAS NINE COMPLETED PARTS AND HAS BEEN ON INDEFINITE HIATUS FOR MONTHS NOW. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, BUT DO NOT SEND ME ANY ASKS ASKING WHEN IT WILL BE UPDATED. SUCH ASKS WILL NOT BE RECEIVED WELL. THANK YOU. 

“Hey! Want to come over to my place like… now?”

You raised an eyebrow at your friend, her sudden request catching you by surprise. Nari hadn’t even said hello. She just bounced over to you after class, threw her arm around your shoulder and invited you to her home. Then again, she had always been a little random and unpredictable. You shook your head while you stuffed your books into your bag.

“Sorry, I have an exam I need to study for, so I’m headed straight back to my place,” you admitted. Also, there was something sneaky about the way Nari was smiling at you and you just knew that she was up to something. The last time you had followed her without asking too many questions, you’d ended up on a blind double date with the most brain-numbingly boring person you’d ever met while she left early to have sex with her boyfriend. It literally ranked among the worst nights of your life.

“You still live alone, right?”

You narrowed your eyes at her. “Yes… but why-“

“Well, you can’t sit at home alone and study, that’s just really depressing and lonely! You can come over to my place and we’ll study together!” Nari decided, grabbing your bag from your hands and swinging it over her own shoulder as you both left the classroom. Her logic was clearly flawed because she wasn’t even in the class that you had an exam for, but by now you knew her tactics.

You frowned at her suspiciously. “This isn’t you trying to set me up on another date, is it? Because-“

“Of course not. Do you think I would try something like that twice? I’ve fully come to terms with the fact that you’re a doomed spinster and have nobody but me in this world,” Nari declared with a wistful sigh, grabbing your hand and steering you out of the building. Then she suddenly stopped and turned to you with bright eyes. “Unless you want to be set up with someone? Because you know, there’s this guy my boyfriend works with and he’s super-cute-“

“No, Nari.”

“Okay, okay, that’s fine. Let’s just head back to my place, then. Did I tell you that I adopted a new hybrid?” she asked casually, dragging you both over to your car. She let you get into the driver’s seat but kept a firm grip on your bag so you couldn’t run away. “There’s this new cat hybrid that came into the shelter I was volunteering at. His owner was a really old man and he died, so the poor thing was left without anybody.”

You blinked at her in surprise. Nari loved animals in general, but she had a particular attachment towards hybrids. Even back in high school, she’d participated in a lot of hybrid rights marches and regularly volunteered at shelters.

“Didn’t you adopt two hybrids from that shelter already?” you wondered. It was common enough for people to have multiple pets but hybrids took up just as much space and resources as human beings so you wondered how Nari managed. “Are you sure taking in a third is a good idea?”

Nari pouted. “But he was so lonely! It was really sad that he lost his owner, you know hybrids are naturally more attached to and dependent on their humans than their own kind. This adorable little guy wasn’t getting along with any of the other hybrids in the shelter and he gave me this miserable expression… you know those big sad eyes that Puss in Boots has in the movie?”

You were familiar with the character. “Yeah, but…”

“He was giving me those eyes so I just had to bring him home.”

You sighed. You had nothing against hybrids; most of them were soft, harmless creatures that were loyal and loving to humans by their very nature. But you just didn’t understand how some people could love their hybrids so unconditionally. You had never felt that kind of love for another human, much less a different species. It seemed like an oddly superficial relationship.

“You’re an idiot,” you told her disapprovingly. “But you’re a soft idiot, so I don’t know what to do with you.”

Nari grinned and nudged you. “Don’t pretend to be so cold, I know you’re secretly fond of them too. Yugyeom told me you scratched him behind the ears once when he asked you to.”

You rolled your eyes. That hadn’t been purely out of choice. Yugyeom was one of Nari’s two dog hybrids and he was still a puppy. He was extremely loud and still growing into his too-large body. He’d sat down on the floor beside your legs and rubbed his head up against your leg until you had no choice but to scratch him behind the ears to get him to stop jumping around so much.

“Yugyeom is cute,” you admitted. “But-“

“No buts. You’re soft for hybrids too, and I won’t accept anything else. Have you ever thought about adopting one? You might feel less lonely.”

You made a sharp turn. “I’m not lonely,” you snapped.

“Says the girl who goes straight home after class to study alone. You’re such a loner that you don’t even go the library unless you have to, because you might run into people there,” Nari said knowingly. You couldn’t refute her. One of the things you hated most was sitting in the library and having a casual acquaintance come over and ask what you were working on. I’m here because I have work to get done, thank you very much, if I wanted small talk I would have gone to the fucking bar.

Okay, maybe you were bordering on anti-social. It still wasn’t the same as being lonely.

You spent the rest of the car ride listening to Nari blabber on about how much she loved her dog hybrids, Jackson and Yugyeom. You’d heard this rant before but you had no idea why she kept talking about them so much. You were progressively beginning to believe that you weren’t going to get any studying done today. Nari was halfway through her proud rant about how Jackson had taught himself to make the best fruit smoothies ever, when you finally pulled up in front of her apartment.

“Okay, we’re here,” you announced. Let’s get this over with.

Nari bounced on her feet lightly as you both took the elevator up to her apartment. You couldn’t help but feel apprehensive as she opened the door. The apartment was shockingly messy. The couch cushions were strewn on the floor along with biscuit crumbs and the rug was all skewed at one end. It looked like a mild crime scene. Nari sighed and called out.

“Did you guys make a mess again? I told you no fighting!” she yelled out.

You stepped further into the apartment and noticed the problem. Jackson was standing near the balcony, a big grin on his face as his tail wagged energetically. He was rather large even for a hybrid, and had the strongest lower body you’d ever seen. It was particularly problematic when he threw himself at people to hug them, because he was a sweetheart but his weight was too much for normal humans to take. But Jackson wasn’t paying you or Nari any attention.

You suddenly noticed that there was somebody on the floor, back arched in a threatening manner as he glared at Jackson dangerously. Soft black ears peeked out of his dark hair and you blinked at the extremely handsome, but clearly threatened cat hybrid that was letting out an audible hiss. It struck you that he would have been extremely handsome had his eyes not been narrowed into slits.

“Jackson! I told you to stop bothering Jinyoung!” Nari called out sternly.

Jackson’s tail drooped slightly and he pouted at you and Nari. “I just wanted to play with him-“

“But he clearly doesn’t want to play.”

“He never wants to play,” Jackson complained, coming over to you and Nari. You choked slightly when Jackson threw his arms around you and greeted you with an enormous bear hug. His tail was wagging rapidly as it always was, before he moved to hug Nari and gave her a big kiss on the cheek. She patted him lightly on the head.

“Where’s Yugyeom?”

“Hiding in his room.”

You listened half-heartedly while Jackson told Nari the intense story about how he’d bravely scared away a pigeon that had been pecking at the balcony window all morning. Your eyes were fixed on Jinyoung; he was still sitting silently in the corner, back against the wall as he watched your interactions silently. His soft ears were black in color, almost the same shade as his hair and you only noticed them when they twitched. Based on their shape and his narrow eyes, you assumed that he was a cat hybrid.

Honestly, what was Nari thinking adopting a cat hybrid when she already had two dog hybrids?

Jinyoung’s sharp eyes flickered towards you and met yours. You felt a shiver down your spine. He had an extremely intense, piercing gaze and he didn’t avert his eyes even when you stared back. It struck you that he was extremely handsome; furry cat ears and dangerous eyes aside, he had a rather gentle, round face and plush lips that would be extremely attractive on a normal human being. He looked a like a cute senior you might just run into at the library.

Except you would never see Jinyoung at the library, because he was part-cat.

“How about we go into my room and talk?” Nari asked you suddenly, grabbing your hand. You tore your eyes away from Jinyoung and followed her into her bedroom, uncomfortably aware of Jinyoung’s eyes following you intently.

Nari shut the door behind her and then gave you a smile.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” she said finally. “I need you to temporarily adopt Jinyoung.”

You gaped at her. “Excuse me?”

Nari bit her lip nervously. “I adopted him because he wasn’t getting along with the other hybrids at the shelter. But he’s having an awful time socializing with Jackson and Yugyeom too. Jackson’s overly playful and doesn’t have any boundaries, so Jinyoung is constantly struggling to escape him. He keeps glaring and hissing all the time. He scratched Jackson across the face yesterday. Also, Yugyeom once said Jinyoung tried to kill him in his sleep-“

You balked. “He did what?”

“You know Yugyeom, he’s always whining and exaggerating things…”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Was Nari being serious, did she want you to adopt a murderous cat hybrid that she’d brought home from the shelter? You couldn’t even think of how to respond to her. You knew nothing about hybrids except that they were part-animal and had historically been abused by people who misused the hybrid’s natural instinct to be loyal to their owners. And even that was something Nari had told you herself.

“You can’t be serious right now. Take him back to the shelter!”

Nari whined. “I can’t, he looked miserable there! Besides, I already officially adopted Jinyoung so I can’t take him back, everybody would hate me! Look, it’s only other hybrids that he doesn’t get along well with. Jinyoung’s really quiet and low maintenance-“

“You just told me that he tried to kill Yugyeom!”

“I’m sure Yugyeom’s being a baby, but even if he wasn’t, Jinyoung could never hurt you. If you took him home then you would become his owner and hybrids are literally incapable of hurting their owners. It’s in their blood to be loyal to the human who provides for them so Jinyoung wouldn’t lay a finger on you. He’s a darling, just like the rest of them.”

You groaned. “I can’t believe you’re asking me to do this, you know how important my privacy is-“

“I promise it’s temporary, I’ll keep looking for a home for him! Come on, please? If he stays here then Jackson’s just constantly going to keep annoying him and they make such a mess of my apartment when they fight. And Yugyeom keeps hiding under the bed and whimpering whenever Jinyoung gets near him…”

You sat down on the edge of Nari’s bed and took a deep breath. Okay, you could do this. Nari had done favors for you before, she was a great friend. You could take care of her hybrid for a little while.

“How long is temporary? A couple days?” you asked carefully.

Nari’s eyes widened in delight. “Two weeks?”

“One. You have one week to find him a permanent owner.”

“Deal! Let’s go tell Jinyoung the good news!”

You followed her back into the living room, rubbing your hands together nervously. Jinyoung lifted his head and looked up at you from his position on the floor, dark eyes piercing into yours again. For a moment, you understood why Yugyeom was so scared of him; there was something extremely intimidating and intense about Jinyoung’s gaze.

“Jinyoung!” Nari called out cheerfully. “How would you like to go home with my friend here?”

Jinyoung gave you a cold, unimpressed look and then calmly flicked his tail.

Oh God, what had you gotten yourself into?

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A/N: Yeah, I went super overboard. This was going to be a oneshot but I just don’t know where to stop when it comes to Jinyoung. Also, I figure we need more hybrid!GOT7 out there so nobody would mind too much, right?

Let me know what you think. (If anyone has any pictures/gifs/vides of Jinyoung in cat ears that would be a huge help. Not to the story. I just want to see them.)