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honeesucker · 1 year

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Prelude -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 2,263

Series Content Warnings: Little bit of a slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

*Not Proofread.

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Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t a fundamentally nervous person. Sure, even as a Pro Hero in the public spotlight under constant scrutiny and dissection by media outlets and fans alike he experienced a normal amount of anxious awareness, but he wasn’t nervous – not like he is now, with his right leg jumping up and down rapidly, rubber-bottom boot creating a soft squeak that filled up the sterile room of the Musutafu Hero Recuperation Facility. It had been just over a month since the incident that gave him nightmares and left him with such severe hearing damage that he was currently unable to perform even basic hero duties for his agency – which is why he is sat where he is now, waiting. Hoping the next steps are what could get him back out into the city on normal duty than having his medical leave extended.

He was losing his mind being left to himself and his thoughts each day, being told by doctors he needed to be still, and take is easy, and he was only losing his patience each subsequent doctor’s appointment that left him no closer to returning to Pro Hero work.

“Tch,” the blonde ground his teeth as the indignant noise stuck in his throat; he swallowed it down with a harsh gulp. His ears were ringing when the two doctors walked in, eyes unfocused as the room and people in front of him blurred in and out of clarity, everything around him sounded like it was underwater, and he hated it.

“Mr. Bakugo,” the doctor continued, Katsuki refocusing his attention on the man’s words, annoyed and thinking that Mr. Bakugo is my old man, not me... “we have some support specialists working with the latest auditory data set we took from you and they are getting closer to having a solution to get your hearing back to where it was before, and keep it there – even possibly making it better if all goes to plan.”

“In the meantime, it is recommended you follow the strict guidelines for allowing your body to heal itself naturally,” the other spoke. “You need to make sure you’re not exceeding the maximum limit for minimal exertion we’ve placed on your physical activity, so you have a better chance of getting back to your pre-incident status.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki sighed out, tired of hearing this same speech each visit. “Don’t overdo it, give my damn body time to heal – I got it.” The two doctors observed Katsuki with cautious eyes, but simply nodded their acceptance of his understanding. It was as good as it was going to get with him.

“Another suggestion,” one of the two added. “We have provided you with an email detailing a program we’d like you to consider – your colleague Red Riot actually participates and could be a good resource for you if you have any questions about it.”

“Please take a look when you have a moment and consider this a strong suggestion for helping you progress further in your treatment,” Katsuki eyed the two, irritated at the vagueness of the conversation, but swallowed down his disagreement and simply nodded.

“Yeah sure,” his chair slid back with a jarring scrape as he stood, moving toward the door to leave, “I’ll read your damn email, but I want progress updates from the support nerds.” He didn’t wait to hear their reply as he pushed through the door and hurried down the hall. He hated hospitals, hated the itch of memory in the back of his mind at the sterilized smell that gave him goosebumps and had him picking up the pace to rush out the side exit before heading to the sidewalk to wait for his friend to come get him after he shot him a text that he was all wrapped up. Another annoying outcome from the accident and the resulting toll on his body – he couldn’t drive himself as it was deemed too unsafe for him.

Bullshit.

“Hey Bakubro!” Katsuki’s eyes snapped toward the boisterous voice, seeing his red-headed friend waving his arm out the passenger window of his car. Katsuki ripped the door open and sunk into the passenger seat, Kirishima avoided asking how this appointment went the second he saw Katsuki’s demeanor. The two men drove in silence on the way to Katsuki’s apartment when the silence was cut.

“Doctors mentioned an email they sent me about this program,” Katsuki tested the water, being unsure what the program his doctors suggested he partake in he wasn’t sure if it was good to bring up with Kirishima at this moment. “They mentioned you’ve taken part in it before... Was curious what it’s all about,” Katsuki wouldn’t add the unspoken because I trust your opinion, but he knew Kirishima knew him and his nuances better than anyone since they’ve been side by side since UA.

“Program...?” Kirishima wracked his brain for a few minutes until it clicked.

The Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program.

A program that matches people with hybrids who have been rescued from inhumane circumstances with a person who needs support in their healing journey, and who is believed will benefit from focusing more on rehabilitating another which has been shown to have equally beneficial results with the healing person themselves. Kirishima had first taken part in the program after he was put on medical leave due to a villain fight that nearly left him dead – his body and his mind took almost a full year to heal, and he nearly gave up entirely. On Pro Hero work, on himself... on life. His doctors had mentioned the program and Kirishima wasn’t sure at first – how would he be able to provide a good home to someone who needed stability and support when he could barely pull himself out of bed? He got matched with a wolf hybrid, TetsuTetsu, who had been rescued from an underground fighting ring, having to kill other hybrids just to be able to get locked in a cage alive for another day. TetsuTetsu was surprisingly positive and open for someone who had gone through what he did, but he still had issues – Kirishima slowly helped break him of his more undesirable reactivity and in return TetsuTetsu gave Kirishima a reason to get up every day, make food, go for walks... talk about things that weighed on him, and before he knew it, he was making strides rebuilding his strength with his new training partner. Kirishima still had TetsuTetsu living with him, and Katsuki had met him several times now, but Kirishima never divulged how their relationship came to be – just alluded to him adopting a hybrid in need.

“Yeah! If it’s the one I’m thinking about it’s a pretty great program,” Kirishima finally spoke. “It’s a rehabilitation program for hybrids who were rescued from bad situations. They place them with a person who they feel would benefit from having something to care for while working on their own journey too.”

“Tch,” Katsuki snorted out, “sounds like a pain in the ass waste of time.”

“It’s how I adopted TetsuTetsu,” Kirishima stated out loud for the first time to his friend. Katsuki noted the stiff body language from his friend, knuckles white as they gripped the steering wheel. “When I was out on leave for that year after...” Kirishima couldn’t finish the thought, the memory still a sore spot. “I was out on leave, and it got bad dude. I really came close to just giving up.” Katsuki had seen his friend in a lot of lights, weak and strong – but Kirishima never revealed what happened after that incident that left him injured when he was on leave for that year. Never thought for a second his life came so close to not having that shitty red hair and sharky smile in it, never thought he’d ever have that brotherhood bond ripped from him. Katsuki swallowed hard, the lump in his throat the size of a boulder.

“That bad, huh?” Kirishima just flashed a half-smile, watching his friend shift uncomfortably in the seat.

“Yeah,” Kirishima sighed, “it got pretty bad. I was against the idea at first, not thinking I could take care of someone when I couldn’t do it myself but it’s amazing how your mind overrides itself to keep going for someone else... and having TetsuTetsu around really helped me get back on track to be back where I am now.”

Katsuki had been chewing on the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowed into a concentrated death stare before he noticed that they were parked in front of his apartment building. “I do like that annoying rockhead,” Katsuki finally said. Kirishima just laughed and gave a gentle punch to his friend’s shoulder.

“Just think about it dude,” Kirishima smiled, seeing the cogs turning in Bakugo’s head. “They provide a link to the rescue sight so you can see some of the hybrids they have in their facility right now – and look into next steps if you end up going that route...” Bakugo had stepped out of the car listening to his friends, and before shutting the door with a quick Later, dude Kirishima added - “it’s worth it Bakugo.”

Slam.

Kirishima just laughed, watching Bakugo enter his building before pulling away to head back home. Intending to text Bakugo later to see where his head is at and see if he wants to talk more in depth about the program.

Bakugo made his way up to his apartment – opening the door and stepping into the genkan to slip out of his boots and into his bright crimson and black Red Riot house slippers – a joke gift from his friend but functional enough that Bakugo didn’t mind replacing his old ones with them. He’d never outwardly admit it but he had a love for sentimentality even when it made him uncomfortable, and Kirishima always had such a shit eating grin on his face when he came over to Bakugo’s house and saw them still being used.

Bakugo’s apartment was wide open, a minimalistic space with deep chocolate colored wood laminate flooring and a traditional shoji style wall, some actual shoji, and some just styled in a more traditional way with wallpaper and wood accents. The whole living room wall facing out toward Musutafu was made up of large windows that lead to a fairly decently sized balcony with a bonfire and patio set, and down a short hallway was the spare room that currently housed his office where he could complete some more of the menial work from home, and a pull-out couch for guests. His bedroom was an equally large, open space but housed a King-sized bed with plush comforters and pillows, a wall dedicated to All Might memorabilia he collected since he was a child and was connected to a luxury bathroom with a deep tub and natural rock wall shower that doubled as a steam room.

Bakugo took his time getting showered, changed into loungewear and set to work through some of his most recent light work assignments, and finally his emails where one caught his eye immediately.

Musutafu Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program, LLC <[email protected]>

To: Bakugo, Katsuki <[email protected]>

Tue, Nov 8 at 10:26 AM

Hello Katsuki Bakugo,

Congratulations! You have been extended a conditional offer of consideration for adoption as a part of the Hybrid Rehabilitation Program per a request from your medical team at the Musutafu Hero Recuperation Facility. Please note that this adoption offer is contingent upon the completion of the necessary online paperwork and tasks, as well as your attendance to the required hybrid informational seminars prior to the adoption process. Additionally, your offer may be contingent on screening results (e.g., background check, reference check), as applicable for the adoption.

In advance of you coming to the facility, please follow the link below to complete required paperwork and tasks as stated above. You will also be redirected to our facilities availability calendar to choose a day to come in and tour the facility, speak with staff and begin the introduction process at your convenience.

Thank you for your cooperation. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact the facility and ask to speak to the Managing Director.

Best regards,

The M.H.R.F.P. Team

Bakugo stared at his computer screen for the longest time before deciding to click on the hyperlink that led him to the rescue facilities website. He was on autopilot as he filled out all of the personal information, required questions (both information-gathering and personal) and even wrote in his concerns in a concise manner in a provided box for additional comments before hitting submit and staring as the screen buffered with a loading wheel until it finally read ‘Thank you! A member of our staff will be contacting you shortly to confirm your appointment date!’ He didn’t know why he easily accepted this opportunity despite his growing hesitation, again unsure that he could or should be seeking to take care of something else when he could barely manage to care about himself beyond pushing himself into getting back to his normal Hero work... but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind told him this was something worth checking out.

“Hell, if shitty Broomhead can do this program then so can I,” he finally said, shutting his laptop and heading toward his bedroom to sleep.

Underneath the plush covers, in the darkness of his room, Bakugo drifted off into a dream of what awaited him upon meeting a hybrid.

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kisabesworld · 1 year

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where are all the hybrid!reader x mha fics?! (tag me in ur favs pls)

#hybrid #hybrid!reader #mha fanfiction #bakugo katuski #katsuki bakugo x reader #izuku x you #izuku x reader #hybrid au #hybrid bnha #bnha eijiro kirishima #kiribaku x reader #hybrid bakugou #hybrid izuku #hybrid kirishima #puppygirl!reader #kittygirl #kittygirl!reader

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shuichi-iguchi-enjoyer · 8 days

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Chloe sketch

#oc #my oc #mha oc #chloe #real puppygirl hours ok

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kurokrisps · 2 years

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Puppygirl Joke (Emi Fukukado). She's a Shiba Inu.

Posting on the computer makes the colors duller for some reason, ugh-

Edit: put it through the warm phone filter and it looks so much more vibrant now!!

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darishima · 1 year

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hey!! i'm casey or dari or samarie :3 he/it/she/pup, nonbinary boygirl + puppygirl, queer & neurodivergent. expect copious enthusiastic posts about midari ikishima. pfp matching with @stariacht check out our mlp horror au!!

multifandom, mostly anime. i'll mainly post one piece, kakegurui, dungeon meshi, fear & hunger, lucky star, and evangelion. currently hyperfixated on holomyth, saya no uta, dungeon meshi, and f&h termina!! full list of fandoms is here. i also draw & write sometimes

ao3: darishima instagram: dailymidariikishima / nicorobindaily / luckystar.daily myanimelist: midari-ikishima prns

byf: not spoiler-free for the one piece and my hero academia manga! tagged as #op spoilers and #mha spoilers. not spoiler free for the dungeon meshi manga either but those are untagged

#intro

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firerose18991 · 2 years

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💙MasterList💙

#of ❤= the amount of partners per story(colors represent them)

🔥= 18+/nsfw

Mha

Kiribaku x Reader❤💛🔥

A/B/O themes, sleepover with your boss

Mirio Togata x Reader💛🔥

Human hybrid collab

JJK

Yuji Itadori x Reader💗🔥

Cuddling with Yuji

Maki Zenin x Reader💜🔥

Sleepover with Maki

Megumi x Reader💙

Prt 2🔥

Bimbo!Reader on a trip with the gang

Nanami x puppygirl! Reader💛🔥

Pup's night out

Rich!Bf Gojo x Reader💙🔥

Shenanigans with a rich boy

Special Agent! Gojo x Reader💙🔥

A/B/O themes, rich boy Gojo-esque.

Prince! Itadori x Reader💗

AOT

An actual love story😱

Prt 2

Eren Yeager x Reader❤

Possessive boy next door Eren

Aot boys x Reader💛❤💚🔥

Halloween special~~

Random

Judd Birch x Reader💙

Prt2🔥

Vacation with Judd Birch

Luffy x Reader 💚🔥

Luffy and you figure out intimacy (lol)

Miguel O'Hara x Reader❤

Some action, some adventure

Mitsuya x Reader💜🔥

Model reader and designer Mitsuya

#chaos shit #with love my loves #sucking me off #burningbushrec

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imayanderesimp · 1 year

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I posted 36 times in 2022

26 posts created (72%)

10 posts reblogged (28%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@endlessmyth

@blorb0

@sketchnwhatevr

@peantbutter-honeycombs

@wizardpotions

I tagged 18 of my posts in 2022

Only 50% of my posts had no tags

#yandere mha - 10 posts

#platonic yandere - 9 posts

#yandere endeavor - 7 posts

#yandere todoroki clan - 7 posts

#yandere dabi - 6 posts

#yandere rei - 6 posts

#yandere natsou - 6 posts

#yandere todoroki - 6 posts

#yandere fuyumi - 6 posts

#yandere shigaraki - 2 posts

Longest Tag: 115 characters

#you dont say slurs you dont make death threats/kys comments and you dont misgender should be the main three and yet

My Top Posts in 2022:

How to the platonic yanderes feel abt reader getting into 1-A? Do you think that they would be okay with reader perusing hero life?

thx for the ask anon

Platonic todoroki fam has a really negative reaction because they don’t want you to get hurt they do everything and anything in their power to male you have the worst time so you will drop out and when u say anything i mean anything

platonic erasermic are happy for you but also worried about you i mean with all the crap that 1-A already gone through they have a right to. So they’ll let you pursue your dreams but you can be enrolled in the support course instead.

Platonic league of villains is pissed of to the max i mean who said you could betray them like that! There’s no way you’re getting to be a hero because you’re gonna be locked in a basement for a few months for a stunt like this.

platonic bakugo fam is actually ok with this. I mean you always a deadkugo to protect to you so you’ll be fine.

platonic midorya fam is definitely not ok with this. I mean izuku’s mom might as well have a heart attack because after all izuku went through shes not going through it again so you can stay home or find a new job with her instead.

221 notes - Posted September 6, 2022

Tw:dubcon Tw:past noncon tw:past abuse tw:enji being a asshole tw:somnophilia

reader is implied to be female

felt like i should clarify this bc it just hit me puppygirl!reader isn’t an actual dog or a beastars type situation she’s like a human but with puppy dog ears and a tail.

MINORS BEWARE

pls pls put your age in your bio so i can tell your not i minor because i will block you if i can’t find any proof your an adult

Just imagine endeavor with a small little puppy girl like he’s this big 6ft figure and then you’ve got a little 4ft puppy girl next to him. The public would be all over it trying to get pictures of puppy girl reader and endeavor together. Of course enji and puppy!girls relationship wasn’t always this way…

Pre redemption enji : he treated puppygirl!reader so badly. He’d yell at her and pull on her little dog ears sentence her to her cage. Honestly if enji was really being serious he just wanted to use you from breeding purposes. Sometimes puppy reader couldn’t keep up with enji half the time she would end up passing out during their sessions. But he keep going he wanted you to have a baby so bad, but it never worked. And endeavor could never figure out why, but all your puppy brain remember is getting a pill everyday from the white haired woman.

Soon enough enji forgot about you and only focused on train shoot and becoming number 1 dropping you in a little room that was kinda like a dog house. He forgot to feed you so his children and Rei would do it a lot soon enough it seemed only fuyumi and natsou would feed you and that was a rare chance.

Post redemption enji -

I’m the family dinner scene between endeavor and natsou he reminds him that he left you in a room alone for years now. And endeavor just sits they’re like “huh”because he forgot about you so natsou sitting there wants to slap his father in the face but just take ps a piece of paper and writes directions and says follow it.

Enji find the room and sees you. You look so tired like you haven’t seen the light of life in days. Enji tilts up your head and sees you look super sleepy but all you do in turn over and sleep. So he grabs you and takes you to his room you’ve been in that room for to long. In the morning enji finds it so cute when your pawing at his window at the sunlight your little tail wagging at the sight.

Enji had never seen you this happy before you just felt empty looked empty. So he decided to get a cute little dog bed for you in his office and leave you some nice food to make up for his past actions. He playing catch with you the other day of course you were catching the ball with your mouth. Wouldn’t you know in a few months you were the happiest dog alive in the household.

Now a certain time came along the enji wasn’t expecting. Fuyumi has told him you weren’t feeling well so enji went to check on you, only find that your humping the floor and all the pillows look soaked. Poor little puppy girl, just was so horny without him. You started pawing on his leg you craved him right now you needed him right now.

So now enji is here fucking your tight little cunt. You’ve gone for 3 organisms now and every time his cock gets deeper and deeper in your hole. You were drunk off his cock right now and if enji stops for a tiny break then you’ll do the job yourself.

So you continued for idk the rest of the night until you finally passed out

See the full post

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- Random things the platonic yandere erasermic fam has put up with -

(They adopted when you were a baby after your mother (who was Aizawa's coworker) “accidentally” died in a car crash)

Baby reader: multiple mustache and hair tugs on Aizawa's,hizashi’s, and (rarely) eri’s hair. You like to pull when you aren't just sleeping and eating this is why shinsou has his hair up all the time.

Baby reader: all you do is sleep and eat and occasionally scream into a very loud karaoke machine, you a very lazy baby who sees their in a playpen just looks at the gate pushes it open as then rolls out then falls asleep while escaping.

Baby reader: remember that karaoke machine? Yeah well you found it while escaping and somehow mustered up the energy and idc that you went down and found a karaoke machine. After two minutes of your parents and sibling crying over the fact that they lost you. then they hear a very loud and aggressive BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH come from the basement. Of course, they send Aizawa and he finds you screaming in the karaoke machine at the cat.

Baby reader: of course as a baby you go into a lot of accidents now when Aizawa told Hizashi not to worry about you when you come home with them they didn't expect you to be that troublesome. But for such a lazy baby you had no sense in what to do so you grabbed things pulled off the outlet covers pulled out the baby door looks opened all the cabinets and stuff you were too smart for them. Soon Aizawa let mic over baby proof the house and you were safe.

Baby reader: even though you are a danger your family loves and adores you and would never let you go. (that's why they have the baby leash)

238 notes - Posted February 10, 2022

Let’s be honest did you really think I was done with the baby thing?

Todoroki Family

They love you but your just to dang rowdy sometimes

Listen you are the exact opposite of the baby mic and Aizawa your a little shit filled with rage. They cannot control you at all restrain you do anything you will run your way out of it.

The amount of times dabi has found holes in his shirts because they smell like him and he smells like bacon so you wanted to eat the shirt.

And of course you being the little fire hazard you are you would beg enji to light things on fire even going at it to purposely anger him just to see flames.

And of course the cons of being a very young arsonist is that you have a family with ice users in it to put out the fire. But that doesn’t mean you don’t beg shoto to make snow in the house just for you to throw snowballs at Dabi or try to make a snowman as big as enji.

But your least favorite part is when Rei comes around. Because that means your gonna have to get in actual clothes instead of running around in a diaper and one of dabi’s burnt hand me downs he gifted you for your birthday.m

But it’s all worth it at the end of the day to watch you sleeping so peacefully with your thumb in your mouth

Because it reminds them you’ll be theirs forever no matter what

Don’t mind me just clearing out my drafts

254 notes - Posted April 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

A reader who is terrifying and pops put of nowhere

Yandere todoroki fam-

You scare the shit out of dabi half the time just popping out of nowhere

One time you popped out of nowhere and scared dabi and he accidentally punched you in the face

Yeah your family has to get you bell after that but you still scared dabi

They probably think they’ve forgotten you at one on family trips and they turn around and see nothing turn back to the road to drive back and then look back again to see you in the backseat

“We left y/n at home!”

“Ah great 1hr into this drive and we forgot y/n”

“Turn around again to make sure their back there”

“I promise you their not back there”

“Hi mom hi dad”

Platonic yandere erasermic fam

This house is not safe for you

The amount of times you scare mic making him yell out loud and then him causing a hole in the roof is soon not gonna be enough with their teacher salary

So aizawa suggests putting a bell on you so every time you pop from nowhere you hear a little ring

Jokes on him because him and mic watched a scary movie ( they wouldn’t let you watch because they think your too innocent) and mic got scared again whenever he heard the bell

So aizawa just put tape over mics mouth

It worked because it was flex tape

But it almost ripped off mics mustache

426 notes - Posted January 2, 2022

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oh-katsuki · 3 years

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thinkin’ bout being izuku and bakugou's little puppygirl

they have to share you because when they first saw you, they both wanted you so bad that they wouldn't settle for anything else. so bakugou and izuku spend their nights together with you, their puppy, as you pant and whine for their cocks.

how could they have known you'd be so desperate for them when they got you? that you'd hump their leg until you came if they didn't give you proper attention, if they both didn't service your little puppycunt.

they're both so possessive, passing you back and forth trying to see you can make you squirt over them first. making you tell them exactly how you feel or else how is the other going to know just how well they fuck you. bakugou always humiliates you, making you get off in the sluttiest of ways and izuku always makes you cry, so overstimulated or edged to the point of tears.

katsu just likes to watch you whine, watch the tears of embarrassment rise to your eyes as he toys with you, making you fuck yourself on his shoe or thigh.

“such a desperate little mutt, huh?” he’d lean in, sneering at you. “ya that desperate for cock that my boot feels that good?”

it was only when you’d cum, shaking and whining for him that he’d stuff you full of his cock till you were stupid on him. good luck getting away from him because he’s grabbing your stomach and pulling you onto him over and over again.

izuku is much kinder, pumping his fingers into you at the pace you love. he has you shaking for him so quickly, whimpering into his neck as he finger fucks you through your orgasm and sends you barreling towards another. He refuses to stop till you’re crying, whimpering to try and get away from him but he’s just too strong, keeping you on his fingers until you’re a twitchy little mess.

“so good, look so pretty?” he’d coo. “what’s that? s’too much? you can do it, gimme another, know you can.”

a/n: i wrote this a while ago and forgot to post it.... also if you’re my bsf reading this..... no you’re not, look away ella.

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honeesucker · 6 months

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Seven -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 6,645

Chapter Content Warnings: Bakugo x reader sex, gentle dirty talk / reassurance, aftercare and softness, mental spiral / more reassurance.

*Not proofread.

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“Okay Pup, you have me...” Bakugo muttered softly, a bit nervous as to what he’s just gotten himself into.

Bakugo swallowed hard, his whole body on edge as he acquiesces to your pleading. He vowed during the whole process of getting you home that he would do anything and everything in his power to make sure you were cared for, and if caring for you in your moment of need meant giving you his cock then by All Might he was gonna fuckin’ do it.

“Tell me what you need, Pup, use your words...” Bakugo murmured in a soft, alluring baritone that rumbled through your body and sent shivers up and down your spine.

“N-Need... need...” you stuttered over your words a bit, your mind hazy from your panic and from the boiling desire churning in your body.

“C’mon Pup, it’s okay to ask for whatever you need, okay? Use your words...” Bakugo urges you on gently.

“Need to feel full here...” you press your hand down to your pelvis, just above your mound. “W-Wanna feel you here... f-feel... safe with you... need you.” You keep uttering little half-thoughts, mumbling through them as you try to find the right words to express the hazy hurricane of primal feelings and emotions raging inside of you.

“What happened with TetsuTetsu, Pup?” Bakugo took a chance on asking, since you two were sharing a soft moment together – he saw you chew on your lower lip nervously.

“Reminded me of the bad house... t-the... the way they would let the others use me... f-felt unsafe, only thought of you... didn’t want TetsuTetsu even though I said it was okay...” you replied sheepishly, a blush on your cheeks from the embarrassment of having changed your mind in the moment.

“Pup, we can’t control what triggers our bad memories and it’s okay to change our minds... even in the middle of something okay? So, if you really want to do this with me, I need you to understand it’s okay to change your mind and stop, okay?” Bakugo murmured in such a stern, but soft tone that it made you melt against him, just the tip of your tail tapping as you nodded up at him.

“Okay,” you looked up into his eyes, you could see his nervousness, feel the chemical change in his body as it mixed with his own arousal... your nose sniffing all over him as you pressed your face into his chest. “You too,” you finally muttered softly, “you can change your mind and stop.” Bakugo froze against you, taken back by your thoughtfulness for him, too, and he just patted your head.

“Gotta admit m’a little nervous Pup, but I want to help you in any way... and it’s just my luck you’re such a cutie, too, huh?” He joked a little, and you smiled up at him as your tail thumped happily against the ground in a rhythmic beat. Your nuzzling of his chest turned into a flurry of sniffs as his hormones changed the more you pressed against him, and soon you were licking any little pieces of exposed skin. His neck, his bicep, the little bit of his stomach where his shirt rode up... and soon enough you found yourself pressing your nose against the crotch of his joggers, pressing down as you felt the soft but firm length of his cock beneath, a musky and intoxicating scent wafting off of him in waves now as you licked his pants over his crotch.

“Wanna taste,” you said softly, and Bakugo froze for a moment before he shifted his hips, his thumbs hooked beneath the waistband of his joggers as he slid them off himself, and having not worn underwear you were face to face with his thick length. It was large even without being fully hard, a pinkish shade of tan just like his skin, with a bulging vein running along the side and underside, leading up to a fat tip that was red and glistening with precum. You couldn’t help the way you licked your lips, between your ability to smell his arousal and seeing the way his body was ready, it drove you into overdrive as you leaned forward and licked a long stripe up the underside of his cock, and swirled around the tip to gather up the salty pre, your tail thumping rapidly behind you as Bakugo carded his fingers gently through your hair, giving a gentle but encouraging tug each time you lapped at his cock.

“Pup, have you ever done this before?” Bakugo groaned softly, a gentle tug on your hair to stop your incessant slurping at his oversensitive cock.

“Licked? Yeah I’ve done it lots of times,” you smiled brightly, unaware of his true meaning.

“N-No Pup, not licking... uh... sucking a cock, like humans do.” He groaned again, unable to hold you back as you continued to lick at the tip of his cock each time a pearly bead of precum dribbled out of the weeping tip.

“Oh... uhm, no.” You answered simply, pulling back enough just to see Bakugo with a furious red blush flushed from his neck to the tips of his ears.

“M’gonna guide you through it Pup, you wanna try?” Bakugo asked, curious to see how quickly you’d pick it up.

“Okay!” You sat up, kneeling before him as your tail swished behind you happily, ready to be instructed.

“What you were doing was good, Pup, real good...” Bakugo breathed softly as he relished in the memory of your tongue. “But sometimes it feels good to take it a little further, ready?”

You nodded, eager and waiting.

Bakugo smiled as he stood up above you from his position on the floor, with a little leaning up you were at perfect eye level with his cock. “Open up, Pup...” Bakugo said softly as he watched you open your mouth as if waiting for a treat, your tongue lolling out and your eyes looking so pretty as you waited excitedly for his next move. Bakugo slipped his cockhead onto your tongue, pushing forward as he thrusted slowly along the wet muscle until he was pushing more and more of himself into the waiting depths of your mouth. “No biting, okay Pup? Biting doesn’t always feel good when doing this...” Bakugo warned gently and you nodded once as your mouth widened around his cock as he thrust inside, your tongue running along the underside of his throbbing cock as it wriggled the more of him filled your mouth. “Good job, Pup, s-so good...” He moaned softly as he pushed the rest of him to the back of your throat without so much as a moment of resistance until little choked sounds filled his ears, your body lurching a bit with each gag. Bakugo pulled back to give you a moment to breathe again as he pushed in again, watching as little rivulets of drool slipped from the corners of your mouth as you kept your pretty, watery eyes up on him, a few stray tears slipping from the corner of your eyes at this new sensation that left you breathless.

Soon enough in time with Bakugo’s slow, careful thrusts you began to move on your own, enjoying the groans that left his mouth as you slurped and sucked on him with equal fervor... Bakugo’s moaning coming in time with each quick snap of his hips until he gripped the back of your hair, pulling you off of him with a sloppy pop! as he slowly caught his breath, bringing himself down as he receded from the edge of climax.

“F-Fuck, Pup... get on the bed.” Bakugo growled out gently, and with a shudder down your spine you complied, scrambling to get on top of the bed as Bakugo came up between your legs, sticky, sweet slick coating your thighs and pussy as your need only grew. Soon enough his head was dipping down to trail soft kisses on the inside of each of your thighs, his tongue lapping up the sweet nectar that coated your thighs until he reached the apex of your thighs. His tongue flat against your pussy as he licked up all the excess and you writhed above him, your hands coming down to push the back of his head further against you... until Bakugo pulled away. “Tsk, tsk Pup... don’t be greedy... I'll make you feel good, okay?” You just whimpered and nodded, your hands still on his head but no longer pressing on him. Bakugo continued his slow ministrations, his large fingers coming up to spread apart your labia as she delved in, his tongue slipping between your slippery folds before entering your pussy, tongue-fucking you as your hips pushed back, his nose pressing into your needy clit as you tried to gyrate your hips for more friction.

Bakugo licked another long stripe up your pussy as he clamped his lips down over your clit, starting to suck in a rhythmic motion that had you screaming out, arching up off the bed as he alternated between sucking and licking your clit until you were holding his head down, and your hips were bucking up to meet his tongue as you creamed all over him, a groan leaving Bakugo as he lapped up your juices. “What a good girl, Pup... my good girl.” He purred softly as he slowly pulled himself up the bed to lay down next to you, who was still left quivering and heated.

“W-Want... more...” you uttered quietly with a whimper.

“More?” Bakugo questioned with a knowing look. “My greedy little Pup wants more, huh? You wanna come bounce on my cock Pup?” Bakugo offered with a smirk, but it fell into a mask of surprise when you nodded, crawling over his body until your dripping pussy was poised over his weeping cockhead. “Go slow, Pup, slow...” Bakugo helped to guide you down onto him, the burning stretch scratching an itch deep within you as your walls stretched to accommodate him until your hips were flush with his as you bottomed out on him. Bakugo got a cruel smile on his face as he teased you by rolling his hips up into yours, causing you to fall forward on his chest with a cry... he continued to thrust his cock up into you as you babbled and moaned, your tongue lolling out of your mouth as a fucked-out look crossed your face.

“Y-Yes yes... breed, breed....” you were mumbling incoherent sentences, but the words Bakugo could make out made his cock twitch deep in your pussy as he continued to pound into you relentlessly.

“F-Fuck okay Pup, get ready to be bred then... gonna flood your pussy!” Bakugo groaned out as his hips stuttered after a series of hard, skin-slapping thrusts. He soon clamped his large hands down on the plush of your hips as he bucked up into you one more time, his cock jumping as he flooded your pussy, hot sticky cum spraying against your cervix as rope after rope of release filled you up... you panted, laying down on his chest as the fiery ache inside of you soon quelled with your own blinding climax, your instincts calming down after getting what you truly needed... what you truly desired... to be claimed.

Bakugo slowly pulled his softening cock from your pussy with a groan, your whimper a sweet treat for his ears as she coos softly at you. “Shh, Pup, it’s okay... gonna clean you up, okay?” Bakugo mutters softly as he feels his cum and yours dribble out of your pussy and onto his lower stomach... You were left panting and sleepy, your hormones dying down as your heat subsided... your eyes closing slowly as Bakugo came back with a warm, wet cloth... running it between your legs, and another softly over your limbs until you were clean and cozy against him... he threw the cloths in the dirty clothes hamper and snuggled up with you in bed, stroking your back softly as he hummed a gentle tune to you. “What a good girl, Pup... my good girl...” he muttered softly, holding you for as long as you needed. You sleepily nosed against his neck, your tiny fangs gripping onto his skin as you nibbled the delicate skin. Bakugo continued to rub your back until your movements stopped, and you fell asleep against him, tucked beneath his arm into his side, falling asleep peacefully.

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A few hours had passed as you two fell asleep snuggled up against each other, your eyes trailing up to Bakugo’s sleeping face as you admired how soft he looked when he wasn’t all scowls and hard lines. Suddenly as you were memorizing the soft features of his sleeping face a carmine eye peeked open to look down at you. “Pup?”

You jumped, hiding in the crook of his arm, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being caught staring, as you nuzzled up against his side.

“Hey now,” Bakugo murmurs with sleep in his voice. “How you feelin’ Pup, doing okay?” Bakugo asked, jostling you a bit as he made you stare up at him.

“F-Feel good... t-thank you for helping me...” you say softly as your cheeks burn with a soft blush. Bakugo places the back of his hand against your forehead as she grunts softly, nodding and apparently satisfied with your current temperature, not running as hot as your heat had you yesterday though a simmering desire still laid beneath your skin. Bakugo moved until you were laying on his chest, your head on his soft pecs and your legs straight between his as he essentially draped your body over him like a throw blanket. He pets your head, scratching softly between your ears, carding his fingers softly through your hair, and down your neck and back, and bringing them back up again to your scalp... he was surprised by a sudden noise.

A soft little rumble in your chest, almost like a purring cat as you nuzzled against him, a contented look on your face, your eyes closed in comfort as you melted against him. You both fell asleep for a couple more hours until the midday sun was pouring in high through the curtains, warming your faces.

“C’mon, Pup... gotta get up and eat something,” Bakugo muttered, gently shaking your shoulder before cupping your cheek and patting it, too, to ensure you wake up. “Up, up.”

Bakugo pulled your floppy, sleepy body up with him... your whiny little groans sending a flutter of butterflies in his stomach as he smiled down at you, an arch in his brow as he watched the little tantrum you threw being forced to wake up. He held you under one of his arms as he walked into the bathroom, setting you down on the cool tile countertop, palming away the sleep from your eyes as he washed his face, brushed his teeth; he also took a washcloth to your face gently, brushed your teeth for you and had to spit in the sink... and then he got dressed in new clothes for the day – almost like a casual uniform for him: a pair of black joggers and a tight black compression shirt clinging tightly to his taut muscled body.

He cradled you in his arms again after he picked you up from the bathroom counter, heading into your bedroom as he set you down on your bed, looking through your closet for something clean to wear. “Wha’dya wanna wear today Pup?” Bakugo asked casually.

Your soft voice came from your bed, mumbled and sleepy. “Something soft and comfy.”

“Soft and comfy, got it.” Bakugo mused softly to himself, humming as he rummaged through your closet. He settled on a baggy long-sleeved shirt and some soft joggers that matched his – he noticed you seemed to be more comfortable with clothes that allowed you more room... he helped you up, your body still naked from your previous night’s ordeal... he slipped the shirt over your arms, and helped you into your joggers... given your size difference it almost mimicked a father dressing his daughter in similar clothes – it made him chuckle to himself as you flopped back onto the bed. “Wow, it really took it out of you, huh Pup?” Bakugo mumbled, sitting down on your bed to pet behind your ears gently.

“Feel heavy,” you answered curling up on his lap as you sighed softly.

"S'probably just fatigue after your body was flushed with hormones, Pup, gonna be okay, yeah?" Bakugo mumbled against your hair as he kissed you softly. You just nodded as you kept your eyes shut, falling back asleep in his arms as he napped above you, his large body curled around you in your bed as you two shared another soft, sleepy moment.

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A couple more hours had passed where you two slept, until Bakugo woke. He was careful when getting up, ensuring not to move you too much as he tucked you in, standing up from your bed and tangle of limbs as he slipped quietly from your bedroom closing the door with a soft click behind him.

He wasn't upset with the lazy day, though he often found comfort in his day to day routine of getting up, coffee, food; cleaning and pacing, scrolling through his phone while the TV plays comfortingly in the background; shower, dinner, cleanup and then sleep.

It was a comforting routine that helped to keep his mind off the fact the ringing in his ears was still sounding out louder than any other noise; the white noise of the world around him faded, the voices of people a mere murmur in a sea of the ear-splitting shrill sirens in his head. His fingers still played an invisible piano against surfaces; his knee, the counter, the air, his palm... his heart a hammering beat of anxiety that waxed and waned for no apparent reason. Today seemed to be one of the better days - the ringing in his ears was a quiet hum, and the anxiety that usually surged and grappled in his chest was a soft squeezing compared to the usual tidal wave of panic... and Bakugo had you to thank for that. Taking care of you gave him a purpose, something else to focus on beside doing everything to not focus on himself. He slowly picked up on some chores he had ignored the last week - dishes, wiping down surfaces, and just picking up the new general mess that cluttered the apartment - he didn't mind though, it showed how lived-in his normally minimalistic space was... and that made his heart swell with an untouchable feeling, something like love... but more.

A few more hours had passed with Bakugo completing some routine paperwork on his laptop, glasses on the bridge of his nose as he focused on the words on his screen when he heard the soft sound of your door opening, and the gentle padding of your socked feet across the floor as he looked up to see your sleepy, smiling face approaching. Bakugo leaned back from his computer, his legs spread open as he held his arms out to you which you took as an invitation to climb up into his lap, his strong arms wrapped around you. "Hey there, sleepyhead... you feelin' better now?" Bakugo murmured as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

You nodded slowly, "had a strange dream, but feel lots better now."

"Strange dream, wanna talk about it, Pup?" Bakugo asked, leaning back to look down at you. You just shrugged and shook your head.

"I can't remember much of it, it was about the bad house... but normally when I have those dreams I wake up scared." You paused slightly, "I wasn't scared this time."

"Well that's good isn't it Pup?" Bakugo smiled down at you, a twinkle of something in his eyes. "I usually wake up scared, too... but I haven't since you came home with me."

"We're helping each other feel safe." You murmured softly with a yawn as Bakugo placed a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

"Yeah, Pup," Bakugo said softly. "We're helping each other feel safe."

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Another two weeks have passed uneventfully, with you and Bakugo falling into your own routines mixed consisting of lounging and relaxing, playing, Bakugo's light duty at-home Pro Hero work, and chores. Today was a relaxing day with you curled up on the ground in front of the couch watching some cooking competition show, and Bakugo wrapping up some reports, dealing with his publicist, and sorting through the hordes of emails he gets, when one in particular caught his attention.

Musutafu City Court Clerk’s Office <[email protected]> To: Bakugo, Katsuki <[email protected]> Friday, Dec 11 at 11:29 AM To Whom it may Concern: As per current Musutafu City Reporting Law AB-1903.1-.3 I am informing the current listed owner of government hybrid asset X-3371390 henceforth listed as "Puppy" that the release of [NAME REDACTED], the defendant in case Musutafu City vs. [NAME REDACTED] regarding the underground hybrid fighting ring where asset "Puppy" was rescued is pending a probationary hearing for early release as laid out in the original case. Per the Musutafu City Reporting Law AB-1903.1-.3 this notice is being sent 30 days prior to the probationary hearing to give the victims involved time to file an appeal and/or appear at the probationary hearing to appeal the defendant's consideration of release. You may call the City Court Clerk's office at [X-XXX-XXX-XXXX] between the hours of 8:00 A.M. to 5:00 P.M. for further inquiry and information regarding the necessary next steps in this procedure. Thank you, Jin Watari Musutafu City Court Clerk

Bakugo sat in a cold sweat, staring at his laptop screen in abject horror. The piece of shit that held you captive, among other hybrids, and used you as bait in a fighting ring had a probationary hearing for good behavior? Bakugo let out a snort, an indignant, derisive noise as he glared at his laptop, shutting it with a harsh force that made you jump and look up at him with a questioning look, your ears flopping back as you tilted your head up and back at him.

"You smell upset," you say simply with a frown on your face.

"I-I... I am a bit upset, but it's nothing that can't be dealt with Pup..." Bakugo sighed, running a hand roughly down his face. "I gotta call Red, you gonna be good here on your own for a bit?"

You nod with a smile, turning your attention back to the cooking competition show as your fluffy tail swished back and forth lazily with each exciting twist or suspenseful moment in the show. Bakugo smiled down at you and walked into his office, pulling his cell out of his pocket and pressing send call on the familiar contact, it didn't take longer than two rings for Kirishima to pick up.

"Yo, Bakugo, what's happening?" Kirishima's cheerful baritone rang out on the other end of the phone. Bakugo gripped the phone tightly as he sucked in a slow, shaky breath.

"Eijiro, I need your help with something," Bakugo uttered in a controlled tone. "I, uh... got an email from the City Court Clerk's office, something about an appeal, and a probationary hearing for good behavior for the scum that had Pup before she was rescued... I... I don't know what to do." Bakugo

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the call before Kirishima's soft voice came out. "Give me a sec to drop TetsuTetsu off with my neighbor, I'll be over in ten."

The call hung up, but Bakugo wasn't offended, he appreciated Kirishima's urgency with this because the sooner he gathered as much information about what was happening, the sooner they could act. At the end of the day, though, he knew an appeal or an appearance at the hearing meant you have to come face to face with the piece of shit that caused your pain, your trauma... the reason you woke up scared, crying and thrashing in bed. Luckily your night terrors have calmed down since you came home with Bakugo, but he also knew healing wasn't linear and you could backslide at any moment if something triggered you.

It was on the eleventh minute exactly that Bakugo could hear the familiar beep at his front door as Kirishima punched in the keycode numbers and entered. "Yo, Bakugo I'm here!" He greeted into the apartment, and soon both Bakugo and Kirishima heard the soft padding of socked feet before you came skidding into view around Bakugo and ran toward the entryway.

"Red!" You chirped happily as you jumped up into his arms, with Kirishima snuggling you back in a one-armed hold, hoisting you up on his hip like a mother with a toddler.

"Hey there, Puppy-Puppy!" Kirishima grinned his sharp tooth smile, wide and inviting as he beamed down at you. "Missed ya, little one."

"Missed you too! Feels like it's been forever..." you deflated a little and he laughed, ruffling your hair.

"Yeah, sorry Puppy life has been a little busy lately. I'll come over for a movie night sometime soon, yeah? Now where's the grump?" Kirishima set you down on the ground as you ran back to the living room, hearing the commercials end as your cooking show came back on, your ears and tails perked up in excitement.

"Right here, ya big red idiot." Bakugo grumbled from around the corner leading into the kitchen, a familiar blur of blonde hair and sharp crimson eyes leaning past the threshold to glare up at Kirishima. "And I'm not grumpy." He snapped and Kirishima just laughed, walking toward where Bakugo stood, accepting the beer from a tanned outstretched hand with a cheeky grin and a bump into the blonde's shoulder.

"Sure you aren't, buddy," Kirishima quipped playfully. "Now what about this email, can you show me?" He asked softly, his voice dropping a few octaves as he peeked back to see you busy with the excitement of your show.

Bakugo and Kirishima walked to the living room where you were fixated upon the TV, both large men sitting down on the couch as Bakugo leaned forward to snap his laptop up from the coffee table. He opened it, the screen illuminating back onto the email page Bakugo had slammed his laptop shut on as Kirishima took the laptop, eyes scanning the words over and over carefully, a slight frown forming on his face.

"I'm familiar with this law, a few of the hybrids I've volunteered with had to go to the probationary hearings to give their side of things, along with an appeal letter to the Judge it usually helps keep the abuser in for their full sentence," Kirishima muttered softly, only for Bakugo to hear. "I'd say it's worth a shot talking with Puppy about it, get a feel for how she feels about this."

Bakugo sighed and nodded, looking down at the happy, relaxed sight of you looking up at the TV with rapt attention. "Hey, Pup... c'mere for a minute yeah?" Bakugo uttered softly.

You stood up, bouncing over with jubilant steps as you seated yourself in his lap, looking up at him with a curious tilt of your head, your ears flopping over to one side cutely. "Yeah?"

"Red and I have something to talk to you about," he paused, "and it isn't an easy thing... are you okay with talking about something uncomfortable right now?"

You took a moment to think, muttering 'uncomfortable?' under your breath before you looked between the men and nodded. "Y-Yeah, sure... okay."

"So Puppy," Kirishima started, "there's a law in place to protect victims of bad situations, to keep them informed when something happens regarding their original case, and the people involved." Kirishima didn't quite know how to continue, Bakugo interjected with his blunt, stern tone.

"Pup, that piece of garbage from... the bad house..." he paused for a second, feeling sparks popping off in his clenched hands, trying to keep his uncontrollable reaction from singing your clothes or you. "I was sent an email today from the city court clerk's office that he is getting a probationary hearing in a month to possibly be let out early for good behavior," he growled out with a roll of his eyes, Kirishima took over.

"You, as someone involved in the case regarding him, can write an appeal letter and appear at the hearing to let the Judge hear your side, Puppy, and it can help keep him in jail for his full sentence, do you understand?" He looked to you for confirmation, but all he saw was wide, terrified eyes and a pallid tone overtaking your skin like you were gonna be sick.

"I-I... H-He... he's g-getting out?" You stuttered softly, one hand gripping onto Bakugo's thigh tightly, fisted in his joggers.

"Not exactly, it's a probationary hearing..." Kirishima continued as Bakugo calmed himself down and held you for comfort, his large arms protective around your body. "So that means even if you didn't appeal or show up, the Judge could still decide he isn't fit for early release, but when people do appeal, or show up and provide a statement... well, the Judge usually takes that into consideration more - and given how severe his crime was, Puppy, I'd say it has a good chance of working. You have a lot of power against him..." Kirishima trailed off, finding it hard to look into your terrified eyes and not feel sympathy. No amount of therapy, healing rehabilitation and medication could ever take away the memories burned into your mind, the trauma your body remembers like a poltergeist, spring-loaded and ready to shatter everything.

"I... have power over him?" You whispered softly, as Bakugo's grip on you tightened.

Kirishima nodded. "Yes, Puppy," he said with a stern certainty in his tone. "Your truth, your presence at his hearing, you giving a statement... they are all blows to his credibility, no amount of good behavior can make up for all the bad he did - and it's good to remind those in charge, like the Judge, of that... I'd say it would help a lot in keeping him in for his full prison sentence." Kirishima reached out to touch your cheek, his hand cupping your face as his thumb gently traced the apple of your cheek.

"Only if you want to, Pup," Bakugo uttered finally, his voice tight and low. "We can write an appeal letter, we can show up at the hearing, or not... only if you want to, no one is here to force you - and there's no guarantee it would work, either." Bakugo sighed, taking in a long breath, "Red is right, it can help to remind them of all the bad he did, but there's always the possibility of it not working out, too... so you need to consider all the options and make a decision Pup, because this is your decision - I can't make it for you." Bakugo's leg was bouncing anxiously, and your body along with it as you leaned in and nosed at his neck. You pressed your nose against his pulse point, inhaling the anxious pheromones there and keeping pressure on it until his leg slowly calmed down, and his arms loosened a bit around you, though he still held you tight.

"I... I would like to go to the hearing, a-and make an appeal." You finally said after moments of long, pregnant silence. Your words caused both men to exhale, two sets of eyes on you as you looked down at your fidgeting hands in your lap. "I... If I can do anything good, it would be keeping him locked up away from other people... s-so no one else has to go through what I did."

"Okay, Pup, we'll do whatever you want." Bakugo muttered softly, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your temple.

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A month isn't so long at all but is equally an eternity when you're waiting for time to pass with bated breath. You had worked with Bakugo and Kirishima both on writing your appeal letter, detailing the horrific things that happened to you while appealing to the better nature of the overseeing Judge deciding the fate of everyone at the hearing - deciding the fate of you. Kirishima, with his extensive experience with the probationary hearings he's dealt with during his time volunteering at the facility, was able to help prepare you for the best and worst case scenario; best case the Judge takes your appeal into consideration and keeps that scumbag in for the full term of his prison sentence... worst case is he's still released on his recent good behavior, and perceived rehabilitation and he is set free early.

Kirishima suggested you start seeing Hana again, at least bi-weekly to prepare you for the difficulty of this inevitability. You've already had one session where you talked about the repercussions of seeing him in person again, being strong enough to read your appeal in front of a Judge and others, and your next sessions will be discussing the implications of his possible release and what that could mean for your mental wellbeing, and physical safety. Hana already discussed the necessary actions during the proceedings with Bakugo to get a formal restraining order against him should he be released.

After a long wait that passed in the blink of an eye, you were standing hand in hand with Kirishima, and Bakugo at your back, pressing his body gently against you like a shield. "You sure about this, Pup?" He asked softly and you nodded after a long pause.

"Y-Yes, m'sure." You took a deep breath in, your heart hammering in your chest as you squeezed Kirishima's hand. "I... I think I need to do this." You whispered softly under your breath, almost inaudible but Kirishima caught it, squeezing your hand back reassuringly.

"C'mon, Puppy, we'll be right there with you, but the hearing is about to start." Kirishima urged softly, pulling you along as he stepped forward through the double-doors. The room was bright and clean, with rows of seating, two long tables up front, and a scaled-down Judge's chair... it appeared like a courtroom only compact. It sort of put you at ease, noticing his seat was empty... Bakugo and Kirishima leading you to the prosecution's side where they sat on either side of you, your body tucked between the large men, dwarfed by their muscular statures.

You felt safe.

Soon enough a myriad of people started filing into the small room, lawyers, the Judge and soon the door opened, and you didn't have to turn around to know who it was. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head, your hair standing on end as a shiver ran down your spine. Kirishima resting a large hand on your thigh as your body started trembling. Bakugo had to keep his fists tight, as he recognized your reaction and heard the door open, sparks popping off in his palms.

You knew.

He knew.

He had to keep his quirk controlled, but he wanted to blast this scumbag so far down into the earth his body would burn and melt at the core. But Bakugo recognized you needed him calm, more than you needed him to be angry for you.

The familiar scent that was burned into your senses for so long passed by in a soft breeze of air. Your nose burning at the musky familiarity as you huffed softly, a low little growl rumbling in your chest as you finally found the strength to look up. There he was, the man of your nightmares - he was thinner, though still looked leanly muscled enough to take you down if he chose to. His regular black slicked-back hair was trimmed and cropped close to his head, but his eyes... those eyes that used to stare deep into yours as the most heinous things happen, they were still the same cold, grey hues. You jumped in your seat when the corner of his lip quirked up just a centimeter... Bakugo didn't miss it either, and he nearly jumped up out of his seat to pummel the bastard.

The room was quieted down at the Judge entered, and everyone took their seats and got settled. It all happened in a blur; prosecution lawyers going over previous testimony as reasons why he should not be released, his lawyer stating his sparkling prison record, aced hybrid sensitivity courses, good behavior, and in-prison volunteer work. They made him out to be a saint and not a man who drugged hybrids to keep them in constant rut to ensure bloodier fights, to use tiny hybrids as bait in those fights and further abuse that was almost unspeakable, even in a courtroom. It was your turn to stand on shaky legs holding a neatly typed letter with trembling hands... up in front of a room full of strangers... strangers, except three people. Two who loved you, one who looked at you like the dirt beneath his fingernails, indifferent, disgusted... but there was something more in his smile. Something that made you tremble despite all the counselling you had received for this very day.

The next hour flew by in a blur of tears, a haze of emotion and one dizzying spiral of fear.

You read your appeal letter.

The Judge consulted with all the information presented today.

The Judge released the prisoner from his sentence, agreeing to supervised probation for the remainder of his full prison term.

He was free.

They let him go free.

Your vision blurred as you slumped against Kirishima, Bakugo crowding closer to keep you shielded from those cold grey eyes now glimmering with mirth.

You couldn't hear anyone around you, couldn't speak, couldn't move... could only hear again and again the Judge stating that the defendant was rehabilitated to sufficient standards that his release would only prove how well the prison system rehabilitated criminals, instead of further criminalizing them.

He was released as a PR statement on the prison system.

Bile surged in your stomach and crawled its way up your throat. You swallowed it down.

Tears blurred in your eyes; you palmed them away.

The courtroom cleared.

The silence descended on the three bodies remaining in the room.

Bakugo muttering threats under his breath as he gripped your thigh in a manner meant to be reassuring. Kirishima had an arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you close, whispering that this didn't change anything, you guys planned for this possibility - you were still safe, still loved, still different from the day he last knew you.

You weren't that weak hybrid anymore.

Weren't you?

Bakugo and Kirishima took you back to Bakugo's apartment, Bakugo racing to get on the phone with Hana to start the process of getting a restraining order filed, Kirishima led you to the couch and put on your favorite cooking competition show but your eyes remained fixed on the ground.

You felt like the same weak hybrid they found chained up in that tiny cage that day.

Nothing changed, you were the same. Over and over a cruel voice repeated in your head as anxiety surged in your body.

You felt weak, defeated.

A swirl of conflicting emotions took over like a hurricane inside of you until...

... until Bakugo came and sat down beside you, a strong arm drawing you in as he pressed a soft kiss to your temple, and uttered the simplest phrase that normally wouldn't get a reaction out of you, but when Bakugo said it, you believed it with your whole body.

"Everything is gonna be okay, Pup."

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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@katslutski and @hanji-is-life have been opening my eyes to da puppygirl hype and I owe my life to that. Y’all go check out their accounts, they’re practically the CEOs of this stuff. Especially with their nanami/gojo/Toji puppygirl works

Ik Shigaraki isn’t very like hot dom trainer who spoils his little puppy girl but I can totally imagine he hears this hype about how sweet and cuddly the hybrids are, and he just can’t satiate his curiosity until he gets one for himself in secret

Cw: language, some angst, noncon, slight branding, manga spoilers(as usual I’m sorry I’m a degenerate)

Like I bet the first day you’d get to the base, he’s sitting you down in front of his bed, and he’s just cocking his head at you and scratching his chin. Ur so confused but eager, trying to run around in circles but being stopped by the heavy chain that adorns your neck.

You’re surprised yet grateful that he even wanted you. At the pound you didn’t realize he was looking at you, with a black hoodie covering most of his face and bangs springing out from the rest of the area, you would never have been able to see where he was looking...which apparently was right at you.

But lo and behold, here you are now, trying to itch at a soft spot behind your ear. Except it’s kind of hard to do that since the chain he put on you is making all your movements muted and tiring.

You want to play! You want to show him how much you appreciate being taken in, you want to throw a ball around and cuddle in his lap! Isn’t that what other owners do with their hybrids?

But he just watches you with beady red eyes, shifting from your form to the door frequently, as if waiting for someone to barge in any second and find his secret out.

“Stop moving around so much, you rattling the chain is making too much noise.”

You whine and show him your best attempt at big puppy dog eyes, earning you a curl of his lip.

“Master, the chain is too heavy, I can’t take it off, ‘wanna play, ‘wanna play!” Your words come out in an excited plea, and he grunts at your volume.

Shigaraki stands up and stretches his arms above his head, never taking his eyes off you. You think to yourself that he’s not too bad-looking, he just has a weird aura around him.

He starts heading towards the door and you scramble to follow him, only resulting in the chain tightening around your neck and a cut off choke.

“Where...going?” You heave.

He doesn’t even look back at you when he all he says is “Out.”

**************

He comes back in the evening, a couple of hours have gone by to fill his hands with numerous plastic bags, and even held between his teeth.

It was raining outside, the wind harsh and the thunder loud. He wonders how you’ve been doing.

Shigaraki bursts through the bar doors, shaking his head to move the water droplets hanging from his bangs and beelining his way straight upstairs to you. He didn’t want to show it, but he was curious as to what you would think of everything he bought.

A low whistle catches his ear and he abruptly stops when he hears a very annoying voice speak out.

“Damn,boss, you been out shopping? I don’t think even toga buys that much shit.”

The leader mumbles between the bag in his mouth, “Mind your own business,” and attempts to brush past him but his subordinate block his path, a subtle smirk lifting at the corners of his mouth.

“Got anything to hide? What, you bought some 13 inch dildo to ride? Shit, if thats the case you could’ve just asked me,” Dabi leers at him, trying to swipe at the bags but his leader curses and maneuvers around him.

“Go make yourself useful and ruin someone else’s night. It’s what you’re good at, anyways,”

And with that he staggers upstairs, his wiry frame weighed down by the load he carries.

He thought he was managed that situation well, but Dabi had already seen the flashes of pink material inside the bags.

*************

“What the hell’s all this?”

He drops the wet bags on the floor and you whine at the puddle they create.

“Aw, man I just finished cleaning the floors!” You pout and glare at him. If anyone else had taken mouthed off to him, Shigaraki would already have turned them into dust, but whether it was because of the playful lilting tone that accompanied your half-hearted frustrated words, or if it was because of the sheer shock he was in of seeing his room cleaned to its fullest extent, he left you be.

He had the right mind to quickly take off his shoes before padding around in a circle, inspecting every nook and corner of the tidy room.

“What?” You giggle, your tail wagging happily, “Can’t recognize your clean room?”

“How...how did you even do this?” He asks in actual wonder, turning to face you. He notices your chain isn’t on finally and he points this out as well.

“Well, Kurogiri came into the room after I had been howling for some time and, uh, scratching at the door...” you trail off, ears and tail ticking down and when he looks to his door, he indeed sees multiple scratch marks on them.

He raised an eyebrow at you and you hurry to continue.

“B-but anyways, he introduced himself and took off the chain when I told him it hurt. I was pretty bored here without you, so I decided to clean up a bit. Yuck, do you know how many food bowls I pulled out from underneath your bed?” You stuck your tongue out and Shigaraki can’t help it, he cracks the barest of smiles.

“Oh yeah, and there was this weird white crusty stuff around your bed and computer, I just licked it up ‘cuz I didn’t have any cleaning supplies.”

His smile drops. His eyes bug out at you, and he can’t tell if he’s entirely disgusted or turned on.

But when you cock your head at him and look in his eyes with your big, innocent ones, he thinks it’s more of the latter.

He coughs and takes off his wet jacket, throwing it onto the bathroom counter adjoining his room. He wasn’t worried about Kurogiri knowing, that misted idiot knew everything about him anyways, it was fortunate that he could just keep his mouth shut.

You’re at his heels when he sits down on the bed, opening up the bags and pushing your nose away from the contents.

“‘Bought you some stuff,” he says gruffly. A pale hand pulls out and produces a pink leather collar, not too thick and not too thin.

Your tail wags and your face lights up as you sniff it, acknowledging your new possession.

He watches you carefully, a sigh of relief unknowingly escaping him when he sees you like it. Bags of dog food, chew toys, and sanitary products are one by one released from their confinements, and you gush over them as Shigaraki is unable to stop his smile from getting bigger and more genuine with each happy bark and word that comes from your muzzle.

Finally, you both have gone over every item in the bags, and you both are spent. The rain has simply increased, and Shigaraki notices every time the thunder booms, you flinch and your lip wobbles. He loathes to admit it, but it’s kind of endearing, the way you immediately look at him for security when you’re scared.

He’s just finished pouring water into your new shiny food bowl when a clap of lighting strikes, and the power is suddenly gone.

Various tones of groans can be heard around the base from his subordinates, and he swears loudly as he trips over something on the floor.

You whine and whimper, the sounds of your nails on the floorboards are giving Shigaraki a headache and so he thinks of a quick solution.

“Kurogiri,” he rasps.

Within a moment, a shadow blacker than his dark room appears, yellow eyes glinting at him in wait.

“Fix the fuse. And,” he hesitates before looking at your shivering form, “bring me another blanket if you can.”

“Yes, young master.”

And with that, he disappears in a swirl of purple and black.

It’s quiet now, your breathing is still accelerated but you’ve stilled. He stumbles over leashes and dog food bags, successfully plopping himself down on the hard bed. He looks down at you on the floor for a moment before deciding.

“Get up here.”

You take your head out from under your paws and look up at him in surprise.

“On the...bed?”

He rolls his eyes in the dark.

“Obviously. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

His sarcastic tone goes unnoticed by you as you happily scramble up on the bed and curl up next to him, relishing in his warmth the same way he was with yours.

Neither of you say anything, so you decide to be bold, testing his limits to see what kind of owner he was.

You slowly rest your head in his chest and slide an arm around his torso.

You can hear his hammering chest and fast inhales. You can feel his shaking body.

He knows you know, because you tentatively lick the sides of his face, where weird scratches and claw marks lie.

“Did you get attacked by a dog?” You ask softly, and he scoffs out a laugh.

“No.”

“I’m glad.”

He doesn’t mind your saliva nor does he stop you. It’s the closest thing he’s had to intimate interaction with people-or, living things since almost over a decade.

And so he turns his face to you fully, silently letting you know he’s okay with you doting on him for being the good owner that he is.

You continue loving on him, tail wagging and thumping against his leg every time you lick over his neck, taking in his scent.

Shigaraki would be lying if she said he wasn’t a little hard from an attractive girl-or, puppy girl-whatever you were lacing her soft wet tongue all over his neck.

He lets out a shaky quiet exhale and rests his hand lower on your back, stroking absentmindedly. He can practically hear you hum in bliss as his calloused fingers move up and down your skin, and he finds it hard to remember when was the last time someone had found his 9 fingers comforting.

He likes it.

Another flash of lighting and a deafening boom of thunder interrupts the serene atmosphere, causing you to yelp and burrow your face into his body.

He laughs a little at that, his raspy voice not used to the action.

“Tell me a story.”

“Huh?” He snickers and pulls back to look at you.

“Please? I don’t like loud noises, ‘hurts my ears.” You mumble into his shirt.

There’s a war starting in his mind right now, a banner painted in blood is waving around in the confines of his fucked up mind that says Stop, Stop Talking, Don’t Tell Her.

“I used to have a dog when I was a kid.”

Your ears perk at this and you peek your head up to see him. The only light you’re given is the moonlight slivers reflecting off his translucent skin. He’s looking at the ceiling as if something were inscribed on it, and you find yourself wanting to know more.

“What was its name?”

His hand stills on your back, and you can feel the heat change radiating off his body.

Shigaraki doesn’t know why he even bothered bringing it up, thinking about who he used to be, what happiness and pain he felt in those years of his childhood, the absolute reason he is the way he is now-

“Mon-chan,” he breaths.

Another minute of silence. The rain has quieted a bit, but in Shigaraki’s head everything is screaming at him once again, and there’s an invisible itch he can’t reach.

He turns over without saying a word, and you pull back in confusion as he shifts away from you. You whine and nudge his shoulder but he doesn’t move. Since he didn’t outright push you away, you think it’s okay to nuzzle his back and move as close as you can to him.

He wakes up in the middle of the night with his arms curled around you, the sound of your soft snores lulling him back to sleep.

*********

The two of you make a routine in the weeks to come: wake up, make the room tidy (much to his displeasure and your nipping at his feet), feed the dog, cuddle for a bit, and come back in the evening for full quality time.

Sometimes he would ask Kurogiri to warp you to the park to stretch your legs and play while he was out on a mission. But you never complained about the confined space of his room, you never once growled when he intruded in on your space. You just circled him and tried not to drool as he’d give you a thin smile and scratch your ears while he was at his computer.

Having a puppy like you started to change Shigaraki slightly. He was more prone to helping the other League members clean up after their messes, the same way he helps you clean the spilled water on his floor from your clumsiness. He made more frequent trips to shady corner stores for dogfood and asked his employees if they needed anything while he was out. He did it all with a scowl on his face and harsh raspy words coming from his scarred mouth, but it was still enough to make Dabi raise an eyebrow when the young leader would stomp upstairs for the rest of the evening.

And so one day, Dabi decided to locate the source of this change.

It was a long day for Shigaraki, he almost got caught by the heroes after meeting up with Sensei, he was close to losing Father while bustling through the crowds with his hoodie up, and worst of all, he couldn’t get in contact with Kurogiri to warp him back instead of walking miles across the city.

He just wanted to go home, eat some ramen, and talk to you while cuddling for a bit.

But the second he steps into his room, all thoughts of comfort are wiped from his mind.

Because the absolute last person he wants to see in his room with you is currently sitting on his bed, petting his scarred fucking hand over your cowering head. His legs are spread on either side of you, and you’re positioned in between them, back to his chest.

“Oh hey there Mr. Leader. Finally found your little secret, about time.”

Dabi leans his head back on the wall and curls his lips into a lecherous smirk as he suddenly grips your ears hard, emitting a pained whimper from you.

You try to move your head but Dabi shakes you like a rag doll, laughing cruelly as you yelp.

Shigaraki’s feet have been turned into lead. He should’ve known this would end bad, he should’ve been more careful to cover his tracks from this degenerate, he should’ve protected you.

His eyes land on your once-pink collar, and sees multiple scorch marks adorning where your name is. Your tucked tail has similar burnt hand-marks on them, and he wonders how long Dabi has been in here with you.

“T-Tomura-“ your voice wobbles out and his heart clenched painfully when it’s cut off by Dabi’s rasping scoff.

“Holy shit, you’re on first name basis with this mutt? You’re even more pathetic than I thought.”

“Get out.” He balls his hands. “Get the fuck out of my room, before I-“

“-Before you what?” Dabi regards him with a pitiful look and slides his hands from the top of your head to around your throat, much to your terror. You can’t stop the string of whines that come from you, and they increase tenfold when Dabi mockingly shushes you and coos at your state.

“Before you tell everyone I found your little bitch? Go ahead, but I think they’ll be more concerned as to why their precious, dear leader has been spending all our damn money and his time on a mongrel like her.”

In Tomura’s mind, Dabi was delusional and jealous. At least he was trying to find pockets of happiness in his miserable existence. He’d rather hold his dignity and make a concise effort to have one last connection to something in this world before he eventually left.

In Dabi’s mind, Tomura was delusional and pathetic. How much more fucking sad could this bastard get, coddling a dog as a partner? He’d rather just stay alone than lose the last burnt shreds of his dignity in such an embarrassing way.

“What do you want?”

“I wanna know what’s so special about her that you’re wasting our valuable time with this thing.”

Shigaraki chuckles bitterly. “I wouldn’t expect a moron like you to understand.”

Dabi raises a charred eyebrow, and the fur on your back raises when the hand around your throat tightens.

“No? Well then if that’s the case, I bet I wouldn’t understand how you’d feel if I burned all her fucking fur off. Or better yet, how ‘bout I crop these cute widdle ears of hers?” He purrs and tickles your stomach with the other hand, causing you to squirm.

“Now now, little bitch. Take your training like a good girl, ‘kay?”

There are tears in your eyes now. Tomura had never tested you in such a demeaning manner, even though you weren’t even apart of his species.

You try to turn your head to the best of your ability to face your owner, and plead with him silently to move and help you.

“No, just-ugh, god, just tell me what you want!” The dust user grinds between gritted teeth, itching to rush forward and crumble his second in command to ash.

But Dabi stands his ground despite the death glare he was getting from his boss. He traced lazy circles on your stomach, the grip on your throat moderate yet unrelenting. You tried not to think about how hot those same fingers had been 10 minutes before Tomura came in, touching you everywhere and pulling, hard, on every extremity on your body despite your shrieking for mercy.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so self-sacrificial, Tomura,” the ravenette leers, only to be met with a scowl. “But, since you’re asking so nicely, I’ll be honest-I wanna help train your pup.”

At this, both you and Shigaraki falter for a moment. What does that mean?

Dabi sees the confusion on both of you faces, and he smirks before shoving you forward, face first into the dingy bed. You cry out at the sudden movement, but he gives you no time to adjust as he rears up on his knees and traps you against him, his clothed erection grinding against your rump.

Shigaraki gapes at this change of events, mesmerized by the way you keen and try not to slobber as your assaulter ruts against your bare ass and wettening cunt.

“Fuck, I wanna breed her like the little bitch she is, ‘knew from the moment I stepped into your musty ass room that she’d be fun to play with . I might even be nice and let you get a taste, too.”

You try and claw your way out of his grasp, kicking your legs out as well but it only results in Dabi shoving your face hard into the scratchy sheets and yanking your poor tail.

You howl out for your play-mate, but he’s too busy wiping drool off his own mouth. Sure, you don’t wear clothes due to comfort, but it just seemed normal to him. You were an animal at the end of the day after all, so he never really saw you as something to fuck.

But he guesses the sheer taboo of it all is exactly why he’s palming his growing erection right now.

Dabi sees this and snorts. “Hah, shoulda’ known a creep like you would get turned on from me raping a baby puppycunt.”

A mop of pigeon blue hair tries to shake in denial, but it fools no one. He’s glad for a moment you can’t see him, see his obvious lust and perversion.

“Nu-uh, don’t even try to deny it. You’re practically an alpha in her world, right? So stop being such a beta male, get over here, and fuck her ‘til you knot her. Although, I doubt you got enough junk for that.”

Not even the backhanded remark was enough to snap Shigaraki out of his daze. He slowly started shuffling forward, never taking his eyes off the way Dabi released his long, pierced cock from the confines of his jeans and dragged it up and down your slit. He watched as the prick collected your juices and became coated enough to snag under the hood of your clit, causing you to yelp and jerk.

You manage to turn your head fractionally upwards, and you eyes widen as you see your protector sidle in front of you, furiously stroking his lengthy member as well. His chest was heaving, and he was shirtless along with Dabi. Your senses weren’t working properly, you didn’t even hear them strip down to nothing.

The scent of arousal from all 3 beings fill your nose, making it twitch. You couldn’t deny that you were getting turned on from being taken so savagely like an animal in the wild, but you couldn’t find it in you to enjoy yourself with the vicious way Dabi rips off your collar, wounding your throat further, or the way your so-called friend is getting off to your pain.

“T-Tomura, please...”

“Call me master,” He says in return, reaching low to fondle your hanging tits. You squeal and try to pull back, but only manage in grinding hard back against Dabi, much to his delight.

“Aw fuckkk, do that again bitch,” he groans, tilting his head back in bliss, taking a moment to slap your ass. “I wanna get you bouncing on this dick anyways so you might as well enjoy the ride.” Shadows cross his face as he taps his cock on the top of your ass, bringing it lower down to your entrance, teasing you by pushing in ever so slightly, and then pulling back out again.

It makes your cunt throb, and you heave out a sob as Tomu- Master grips a fistful of your ears and stretches you forward towards him, tracing his own length across your lips.

You look up at him with tears in your eyes, a last pathetic attempt asking him to stop.

It just makes him harder, much to your utmost horror, his prick swelling in the threshold of your lips.

You can’t help yourself, one last act of rebellion that makes him freeze in his place and tighten his hold on your ears so hard that you feel your blood circulation being cut off.

It comes out as a shaky exhale, “Were you always like this?” Betrayal lacing your soft words.

Shigaraki stops for a moment, and in that very second Dabi slams through your pussy so hard it sends you shooting forward. Your mouth conveniently enveloping his own dick as you scream muffled.

He moans loudly and bucks his hips, Dabi’s vile words swimming in and out of his ears, your high pitched shrieks and wails bouncing around the room, a war starting up again in his mind that he never wanted.

Were you always like this?

Once upon a time, Tenko Shimura played with his dog, Mon-Chan.

Because in the end, Mon-Chan became nothing more but flesh and gore for him to explore.

He’s exploring different flesh right now, and he guesses eventually blood too.

In the end, he ruined Mon-Chan and now you too will suffer the same fate he dealt when he was a child. Who was he kidding? He couldn’t save his dog back then, and he sure as hell isn’t doing it right now.

He supposes that some things never change, binding him to the statement that yes, he always was like this.

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whoreshijima · 3 years

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Hybrids: the offspring of animals of different species or varieties.

Alpha: generally dominant and able to impregnate Omegas.

Beta: subordinate to Alphas and may or may not be able to impregnate Omegas

Omega: generally lowest on the hierarchy, able to get pregnant

What is it?

IN HEAT- an Alpha, Beta, Omega/ Hybrid Collab!!

Anyone is welcome to join it, but you MUST be over 18 (18+)

You can write about the ABO universe, hyrbids, knots, heats, ruts! anything. You can even combine hybrids and ABO to make a super sexy fic

Rules!

End of entry is 31st of July!

Works to be posted by the 31st of August (if you can’t make it just shoot me a DM)

Tag me in the final work/works and make it clear that you’re part of this collab!

Tag the work with #💞.inheatcollab

Works can be of any medium! And DARK CONTENT can be included!! Just make sure you tag everything accordingly

Works of writing can be; headcannons, full fics, drabbles or ideas but must be 500 words+

Open to any fandom! Haikyuu, JJK, MHA, AOT, SK8 etc

Send me an ask if you’d like to be involved!!

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Send an ask with

The character and fandom

what “role” the reader and character will be

Eg- alpha Ushijima (Haikyuu) x omega fem! reader

Eg- brown bear daichi (Haikyuu) x gn!reader

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Puppyboys! Miya twins x fem!reader @koutaroulogy

foxboy!suna x puppygirl fem!reader featuring farmer kita @juniemina

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MHA

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Omega!bakugo x alpha reader @pupimouto

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honeesucker · 1 year

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Three -

Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 4,670

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Bakugo watched as the Director turned to see where he was motioning toward, watching as your form disappears down the hallway until you and the staff member turned a final corner at the end, completely leaving view. She stood silent for a moment, worrying Bakugo as her eyes were trained on the now empty hallway. Her silence stretched on and made Bakugo’s skin itch, until she turned to him with such a thoughtful look it stunned him.

“The puppy hybrid?” She questioned him, and he confirmed with a nod.

“Yes,” he stated simply, “she’s fond of Red Riot and his hybrid TetsuTetsu and I enjoyed her company during the event tonight – though I didn’t catch her name,” and as he trailed off the Director’s mouth quirked up in a slight smile.

“She doesn’t have one she has ever cared to share,” she mused. “Mostly she just accepts when people call her ‘Puppy’ or whatever else, honestly.” The sigh the Director let go at whatever thought was in her head left Bakugo curious, but he wanted to tread carefully. “I’m not opposed to this idea; she did just get sent back to us about six months ago which has been easy enough to navigate though she has gotten returned to us a total of seven times in the last five years since her initial rescue,” Bakugo waited for the Director to go on, watching with bated breath as she seemed to gather her thoughts. “She is well-mannered and easy to handle but she has been through some tremendously heinous things before her rescue five years ago, and it appears something happens in the homes she's adopted into where a precipice gets reached that cause the adopters to return her... we’ve been trying to uncover more of what may be causing this issue but haven’t been successful,” the Director’s voice trailed off into a whisper as she mouthed something to herself, Bakugo not able to pick up on the words. Her eyes seemed far away as she put her hand to her chin, massaging the skin thoughtfully before continuing. “I agree her being around TetsuTetsu would be a positive to have in a new home as they became quite close while he was here with her, she also did take a liking to Red Riot, and she seems to have gotten comfortable around you quickly. Yes, I wouldn’t be opposed to this at all but given her background you’re going to need to be more prepared – I would like for you to meet with her rehabilitation counselor, Hana, to go over her background and ensure you’re ready to take on this responsibility. I won’t tell you no, Mr. Bakugo, but I want you to have the full picture beyond this day so you can make an informed decision for yourself – and of course per our policy the hybrid will have the final say.”

Bakugo only nodded along to the Director’s speech, agreeing to meet with your counselor, he wanted to know more about you and be the best he could be for you. His thoughts were at war with himself wondering if what he would learn would somehow change his mind in taking you on, and the competitive drive to be your last home – to not fold like the weak extras before him who returned you.

Fucking cowards.

Bakugo was led by the Director to a different wing of the facility where he was going to have an initial meeting with Hana - your rehabilitation counselor - to discuss your past, habits, temperament and his prospective adoption of you. He waited on a small, uncomfortable chair outside of Hana's office as she had an existing appointment already. Five minutes turned to ten, turned to twenty before Bakugo's leg ceased to bounce with the opening of the office door.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Bakugo,” Hana was a stout woman in her mid-thirties, Bakugo assessed, with shoulder-length mousy brown hair and equally kind brown eyes. Her smile crinkled her eyes, and puffed her cheeks in an endearing way that reminded him of how some grandmothers were drawn in his favorite manga's – always smiling, radiating kindness. He was instantly put at ease.

“No problem,” he responded, his tone of voice always coming off slightly confrontational no matter how he tried to soften it, “I appreciate you seeing me on short notice.”

“Please come in,” Hana motioned for Bakugo to enter, and he did. Her office was brightly lit by the large windows taking up a full wall, with a view of one of the many expansive and breathtaking gardens that seemed to surround the facility itself, like the one he spent time with you in the center. Bakugo was motioned to a seat, and he gladly fell into the plush chair across from Hana, who had a thick file on her desk with your photo pinned to it. “So, I understand you’re interested in our little Puppy,” Hana began, staring Bakugo down but in the least confrontational way.

“Yes,” Bakugo cleared his throat, words almost getting stuck with his nerves. “I’ve been able to spend some time with her, and I have regular contact with Red Riot and TetsuTetsu who she’s friends with – I feel like the benefits outweigh anything else...” Bakugo’s voice trailed off as she noted Hana thumbing through your file, red eye straining to see whatever was in there he could before he realized it was being presented to him. He took it, admiring the adorable photo of you on the front of the folder, before he thumbed it open and was stopped in his tracks.

Bakugo could hear Hana speaking but his ears flooded with white noise, her voice sounded faraway as he eyed the photos that appeared to be dated from your initial rescue.

So many of the photos documented your face and body, sunken cheeks, deep, dark circles and matted hair, blood dried and flaking on your skin and in your hair and fur. Tail matted and bloodied, nothing like the plush little cloud that followed you now. He thumbed through more photos as the bruises and lacerations across your body worsened, evidence of your malnutrition and abuse painted on your body and in your eyes.

Your eyes.

They looked so empty, so far away, compared to the glistening little jewels he could get lost in now. The way the light shimmered from within you through them, compared to the photos he was looking at, astounded him. A small scribble in red ink, in the margin of your first physical check-up stopped his heart.

Bait hybrid.

He could see the wounds across your body transform to fit the picture now the closer he examined them. How so many of them showcased the outline of different sized jaws, deep-set wounds from teeth that tore into you. Bruises that bled out into the shape of hands. In a few of the photos you had bruises consistent with being bound by the wrists and ankles, even a close-up of a deep burn around your throat where a rope would have once been. He read over the extensive notes, one of which being a transcription from a recording:

2:03 A.M. Entered the suspect villa through the front and rear entrances, encountered hostile human guards as well as trained fighting hybrids – all wolves – taken down alive and handed over to the OPS Team.

2:07 A.M. Descended into the basement area and found a hybrid chained to a wall with a rope tightly pulled around the neck. Appears to be a puppy hybrid, unmoving, possibly deceased?

2:09 A.M. Confirmed puppy hybrid alive. Signs of serious abuse, suspect bait hybrid within a larger hybrid fighting ring, released the puppy hybrid from the bindings, examined and took photos for records.

2:13 A.M. Puppy hybrid attacked one of the OPS Team, confirmed attempted head touch, possible sensitive area as demeanor has changed once the area is avoided.

2:34 A.M. Have confirmed residence cleared of all human and hybrid residents. All humans detained by OPS Team for arrest and conviction, all aggressive wolf hybrids detained by OPS Team for evaluation by hybrid specialists to assess for rehabilitation. Puppy hybrid sent with the Musutafu Rehabilitation Rep for assessment and consideration for foster program.

Bakugo had continued to read through your file, through the different times you were adopted and sent back – your interviews upon re-arrival regarding what happened in the homes was a topic you avoided speaking on. There were notes that you always ended up biting someone in the household but would never delve into the details of what triggered the event. Bakugo read in the interviews with the adopters that the incidents all happened when they would go to pet you, they had mentioned being able to have physical contact with you before, so they weren’t sure what had changed when it came to petting your head.

When Bakugo finally shut the file, he found Hana’s kind eyes regarding him carefully. He swallowed hard, the lump of anxiety lodged in his throat after seeing and reading the details of your past, it was all weighing heavily on him. You didn’t act like someone should after having gone through so much. He’s surprised even in your earlier interviews with Hana no notes were made mentioning any anger – why weren’t you raging at everything those bastards did to you? It almost appeared like you simply accepted it.

Accepted that life was filled with things like that.

“As you can see, Mr. Bakugo, our little puppy has been run through quite the gamut,” Hana started, accepting the file back from Bakugo’s shaking hand. “Her temperament is quite agreeable given the circumstances, but she does have habits that have caused issues in her previous homes,” Hana paused to regard Bakugo some more and continued. “Given what I have read regarding your situation and the needs for your foster pair based off what the Director has observed I agree with her assessment that you would be a good fit for our puppy – even more so with your ties to two others who would greatly help her transition back into a home. I would only ask that you give me weekly updates on her progress as she encounters new things in your home, that she still meets with me on a monthly basis until it is decided it is no longer needed, and I would appreciate you setting up some visits with Red Riot for her to spend time with TetsuTetsu – those two were thick as thieves when they were both homed here.”

Bakugo only nodded along, agreeing to any and every caveat needed to move the process forward with you. For someone so independent, so brash and unforgiving of himself and others, who prided himself on only needing to rely on himself, his instincts when it came to you were screaming at him to protect you. To show you a life beyond the scope of what you’ve been subjected to. To be the last home you would ever have, ever need, ever want. Something about your looks initially caught his eye – how precious, and tiny, you looked curled up in Kirishima’s arms, how easily he could imagine holding you the very same way. Something in him was inexplicably pulling him to you, and he only hoped you enjoyed talking with him enough to consider coming home with him.

Bakugo left the facility with high hopes, but an equally heavy heart.

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Three weeks had passed. Three long, insufferable weeks but Bakugo busied himself with all the required classes on hybrid rehabilitation and ownership; he even went to all his own therapies and treatments without so much as a grumble. Today was one of the days he was returning to the hybrid center to see you, under the guise of attending the center’s bi-annual adoption introduction event as a Pro Hero endorsement liaison – an event where the community members interested in adopting a hybrid can come and meet those up for adoption in a friendly and open environment, not unlike a picnic or field day.

He was dressed up in his hero gear, gauntlets heavy against his chest as he stood with his arms crossed. He was already briefed by the center Director, who stated that while you weren’t officially up for adoption at this time you would be attending the event in the interest of giving him more time with you in an informal setting, and as a test of your social abilities with strangers. Presently, Bakugo had been here since the first hour of the event set-up. He has seen a variety of citizens and Pro Heros alike come through and spend time alongside the adoptable hybrids, eating, chatting, playing games and listening to different informative chats with the staff as they set up spread out around the park on the center grounds they currently set up on. He hadn’t yet caught a glimpse of you but there’s no certainty you were brought down with the rest of the adoptable hybrids first thing this morning. The day was about halfway through as he waited impatiently, Bakugo assessed by the Sun’s position, red eyes scanning the area around him cautiously – he didn’t anticipate any trouble but given that the Director asked him to be here on an official capacity first, he knew there had to be a reason.

Bakugo began to walk around, his arms now at his sides, though still buzzing with ready energy. His demeanor relaxed, although you couldn’t tell from his features with his mouth set in a hard line and his eyes narrowed and sharp. He took in the sight of happy hybrids interacting with people unafraid of what the interaction would bring, could see how their eyes sparkled and crinkled with laughter as they ran around. His heart was filling up with such a light feeling seeing how happy everyone was to interact, and his hopes only lifted at the thought of at least one of the hybrids here finding a good match, and forever home. He wondered how it felt for them, to still have such hope and trust in others after what they each had gone through. He was staring fondly at some hybrids and humans playing a game of hacky sack when the back of his neck prickled with an odd feeling. His eyes darted around swiftly, taking in everyone as he tried to identify the cause of this uneasy feeling, his damaged hearing causing everything that he was once zoned in on to become muffled white noise – the high-pitched ringing becoming worse as the panic rose in his chest. The edges of Bakugo’s vision blurred as he tried to take in steady gulps of air, spinning around to see more of the area around him. That’s when he caught it – caught sight of you.

Or rather, you while stood in an uncomfortable lean away from a man who deemed it appropriate to hover so closely over you. Bakugo’s blood boiled as his palms popped and sizzled, his quirk threatening to activate, but he simply clenched his fists and stalked over to where you were, and for such a large and imposing man Bakugo certainly didn’t lack stealth as he quietly approached you both.

“You really are something special, a delectable little cutie,” this absolute piece of trash extra had the nerve to learn in and smell the hair on your head. “You know you're exactly what I’ve been looking for! The shelters and breeders in my area just don’t have any cute female hybrid companions,” the whiney tone of the off-putting man caused Bakugo’s anger to flare but he wanted to see where this was going and where you’d take it before he made a move he’d regret. “Society has moved into acceptance of human-hybrid relationships, but they just don’t offer any that are cute enough to fuc-! Aughgk!” Bakugo’s hand wrapped around the man and cut off his sentence with a gurgled choke the same moment you had turned on the man and sunk your canines into his forearm. The man’s hands came up to scramble and tried to pull Bakugo’s grip off his throat but to no avail, his arm where your teeth were still buried wiggled weakly to get you to let go.

“Release, Puppy,” Bakugo’s voice wasn’t harsh as it was directed toward you, but his tone left no room for disobedience and you let go, flattening yourself against the nearest tree to where you were stood. “Y’know, it’s people like you that make things harder for hybrids, scum like you make things unsafe for those who’ve already been through enough,” Bakugo’s anger was boiling to the surface, but it wasn’t a moment after he tightened his grip on the guys throat that security for the event came and gently touched the Pro’s shoulder, stating they would handle it from there. Bakugo relented only when he saw you still standing frozen in place, hiding against the tree a few feet away from the scene. Bakugo gave the pathetic man one last toothy, evil grin which caused the man to cower before he turned to you, kneeling on one knee to not look so imposing in all his Pro gear.

“Hey Puppy,” to anyone who knew Bakugo, they wouldn’t recognize the man who softened just as he did. Kneeled in front of you with a breeze-soft tone, cooing and holding his hand out for you to take; even when he rescued women and children he was as hard as ever, a regular criticism he was met with from the tabloids, and his own agency. “You were ready to fight, huh pup?” Bakugo’s voice held a humorous lilt, and your ears perked toward him as your eyes finally met his. “You did a real good job there, Puppy, didn’t need my help at all huh?” Your ears twitched like they wanted to flatten against your head, given your crestfallen expression, but they didn’t budge – cute little fluffy triangles Bakugo desperately found himself wanting to reach for if he didn’t already know your past triggers.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled out, slowly taking the hand Bakugo still had extended and when his fingers closed around yours, he pulled you gently to him. “I didn’t mean to bite,” your voice was small, and you began to shake in his arms, and he only pulled you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin and wrapping his arms tightly around you until the shaking subsided.

“It’s okay Puppy,” Bakugo assured you, “it’s okay to bite someone when they’re trying to hurt you. Standing up for yourself is okay.” Bakugo could feel you relax completely in his arms as he finally looked around him, seeing the Director, Hana and a couple other staff standing back from the two of you by about ten feet.

“I was told not to bite though,” you mumbled again, sighing as you rested your head against Bakugo’s arms.

“Listen to me Puppy,” Bakugo argued, “biting someone is okay when you have a reason – like defending yourself or someone else.”

“Have a reason...” you murmured more to yourself, but Bakugo caught it, just giving you a reassuring pat on your shoulder before standing with you in his arms, your nose nuzzling against the column of Bakugo’s throat sending an involuntary shiver down his spine as the cold touch ignited something within him.

“Mr. Bakugo, can you and our little Puppy come with me? The police who arrested the man want statements,” The Director spoke softly as she watched you, remaining silent as she lead you both back into the building.

“You up for that, Puppy?” Bakugo watched as you gave a small nod, still nosing at his throat and taking in small, rapid breaths. “What’cha doing there, hm?” Bakugo raised his eyebrows as he heard you whisper, ‘smell different’, and just continued with whatever it was you were doing rubbing against him, and he had to admit a certain comfort came from your cold nose against his warm skin. No more than an hour had passed with you and Bakugo giving your individual statements, he was waiting on a lounge sofa situated in one of the common rooms while you were in a closed office with the officers. Bakugo’s anxiety was back in full force with his leg bouncing a mile a minute, his heart beating furiously against his chest wall and his palms were sweaty and ready to set off, the acrid smell of blackened sugar giving hint to the quirk activation. Bakugo hadn’t realized he was disassociating until he felt a light pressure on his lap. His eyes refocused and brought him back to reality when he noticed you were sitting on his lap, straddling his legs as you laid your body against his, your arms wrapped tightly around him as far as you could go. “What’cha doin’, Puppy?” Bakugo grumbled, heart still hammering in his chest.

“TetsuTetsu used to hug me tight tight tight when I would have a bad dream,” you stated simply, “and you smelled like you needed to be hugged tight tight tight, too.” You just laid your head against his chest over his heart and Bakugo soon found his heartrate slowing down, even though he was certain you were too light to apply what he knew to be deep pressure therapy, his cheeks burned with a cherry tinge and his heart swelled at the sight. Though you lacked enough weight to successfully do what you were trying to do, your proximity to him calmed him all the same.

“S’good, Puppy,” Bakugo mumbled out softly and you beamed up at him as you tilted your head against his chest to meet his gaze, your fluffy tail thumping away happily behind you. “Did such a good job f’me.” Without thinking Bakugo had reached up of his own accord, and rough palm went soft against the silky top of your head, ears splitting away where his hand patted the crown of your head.

Snap!

A soft, almost indiscernible sound was heard, but even Bakugo picked it up as he zeroed in on you in his lap. Your body had frozen in its place, you weren’t even breathing as he took in the sight of you.

A small, broken rubber band was lying on the lounge sofa just beside you both, your breathing going from zero to a hundred as you began to take in panicked gulps of air. Bakugo looked up and saw one of your ears, normally cute little sharp triangles above your head, but now one was lying flopped against your head, folded over although he could see irritation and fur loss where the rubber band had been, presumably for a very long time. You went to scramble out of his lap, but Bakugo grabbed you and anchored you down against him, you were panicking and even tried to bite his forearms where you could reach but your little fangs couldn’t penetrate his Pro Hero costume, the gear made for battle and hits much stronger than your little bite force quotient*.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorryI’msorrym’sorrysorry,” your eyes were glazed over, far-away and deep in a memory as you shook in his arms, fighting to get out of his grip with an admirable strength even though it didn’t compare to the little force he was exerting to keep you in place. Bakugo could see the Director and Hana, who had still been standing nearby dealing with the police officers from earlier, frozen and watching the scene, Hana was stopped by the Director before she had a chance to intervene – the Director watched on with an intent gaze. Bakugo held you with one arm, holding you against him as he used his other hand to reach up and head toward the ear still standing up tall – you snapped and bit onto the guard that usually seated itself beneath his gauntlets, fangs trying hard to tear flesh enough to get him to release you, you shook your head gently but it didn’t do much to stop Bakugo as he touched your other ear and soon heard a similar snap with the small plastic ring, now broken, falling to the floor. You were growling now, not releasing his wrist guard as you glared at him, but he could see it in your eyes: fear.

“Puppy,” Bakugo warned, tone deep and steady. “Release.” You gave an indignant snort through your nose, the gentle puff of air hitting Bakugo’s face as he held you in front of him, a quirk to the corner of his lips giving away his amusement at your fight. His eyes soon narrowed, sharp and deadly, and soon you found yourself slowly unlocking your jaw as he pulled his arm away from you. With all the fight drained out of you at his command, Bakugo watched as your eyes began to well up with tears, which clumped your lashes and fell down your cheeks in fat streaks, your nose moistening as you sniffled and relaxed against the iron grip still holding you in place against him. Bakugo released his grip on you, and you just fell forward against him, sniffling and letting the tears fall unhindered. Bakugo’s arms wrapped around you loosely as he brought both his hands up around the back of your head, fingers normally clenched in fists or pointed at villains and firing off deadly explosions now gently rubbing the soft fur of your ears as he got a closer look at what irritation he caught sight of earlier and what he saw made his stomach turn. “Why did you have rubber bands on your ears, Pup?” His tone was so marshmallow-y soft it melted away what remained of your fight or flight and left you just feeling surrounded in the best of ways. Made you feel like you hadn’t felt quite enough before...

Safe.

“They said floppy ears were for filthy, cheap mutts, and they had spent too much money on me,” your voice got small as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, tiny fang drawing a pinprick of blood. “They sent me to go get them cropped because Master would pull my ears too hard whenever he saw them, but I didn’t wanna go-” a choked sob cut off your sentence, but you drew in a breath as Bakugo carded his fingers through your hair, occasionally reaching back up to gently rub your ears between his fingers. “I didn’t wanna go again because the first time they put me to sleep I woke up hurting so bad, so instead I went to the market and took rubber bands from the flower bouquets and wrapped my ears with bandages to look like I went... the other hybrids who got their ears cropped were in so much pain I didn’t wanna be in any more pain, I’m sorry I bit you I didn’t mean to I-” your rambling cut off as Bakugo pulled you tightly against his chest, face smushed against hard muscle as he just applied all-over pressure and soon you found yourself relaxing in his lap.

“Nothing about you is filthy, or cheap, or wrong.” Bakugo stated simply.

You didn’t anticipate the reaction you had when you heard those words, but the second they left the blonde’s mouth you were sobbing against his chest, fisting his hero costume and shaking as he simply let you sit with all you were feeling. Bakugo had continued to look up and check in with the Director and Hana; Hana, who Bakugo noted, was recording the pair with her phone – probably for records and research purposes. Bakugo didn’t mind one bit if it helped you in the end to be understood more. The Director was watching the whole scene unfold, taken back by the days' events already and hardly expecting what came of it – but she knew it more certainly than she did the weeks before when Bakugo first mentioned his interest in you.

You two were meant for each other.

*Bite force quotient (BFQ) is a numerical value commonly used to represent the bite force of an animal, while also taking factors like the animal's size into account.

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Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 4,749

Series Content Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

Chapter Content Warnings: depictions of hybrid fights / reader being used as a bait hybrid in a fight | Noncon (brief detail, mention of knotting - hybridxhybrid) | mentions of spit, blood.

*Not proofread.

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You had finally calmed down from your anxiety attack, the tears long gone but the gentle hiccups that resulted from a hard cry were still jolting your body as you tried to take in steadier breaths. Bakugo was sitting with his eyes closed, breaths coming in a steady rhythm but his hand against your back, fingers rubbing small, gentle circles let you know he was still awake. You couldn’t quantify how much time had passed since the whole incident started, the ache from the release of the rubber bands where burning rings of skin was left told you it’d been long enough for your body to catch up with itself.

You were exhausted.

You huffed out a quick breath of air, and fell forward on Bakugo’s chest, resting on your chin to look up at him and nose at his throat again. Bakugo cracked one eye open with a quirk of his brow and looked down at you.

“What’cha think you’re snoofin’ at, Pup?” Bakugo grumbled with no malice in his tone.

“Ah-!” His sudden awareness of you startled you, a sheepish smile appearing on your face. “Y-you smell good, wanted to smell it again.”

“Mm, still smell Red and TetsuTetsu on me, hm?” Bakugo mused.

“No,” when you shook your head, still resting against him, your cold nose dragged against his skin, and it sent a shudder through his body. “S’different than them, something better.”

Unnoticed by everyone else, but Bakugo could feel the tips of his ears and the back of his neck heat up at your revelation that it was purely him that you were finding pleasant. Bakugo shifted in the seat, legs and ass sore from sitting for so long in one position, and you bounced up on him as he did so – a tiny yelp-like giggle escaping you which he broke a crooked, fanged grin at you. Your guys’ time together finally being interrupted by someone behind you clearing their throat. You whipped your head back, nearly upside down which caused your newly-floppy ears to stand up straight due to the backward angle of your head – this caused everyone to smile at the silly display.

“Puppy,” the Director had come forward, just shy of a foot away from the pair as she smiled fondly down at you, letting your head rest in her hands as she raised them to cradle your head, her eyes darting up to meet Bakugo’s quickly as he simply nodded. “I think it's time for us to let Mr. Bakugo go home for today, and we need to get you to the facility Doctor to check on your ears – they have to be hurting you, yes?”

“Mmm... yes, but-” you shifted your eyes, looking back at Bakugo with a conflicted expression. “You don’t want to stay longer?”

“’Course I do, Pup,” Bakugo said, reaching up to gently pat your cheek. “But it’s been a long day for everyone, and I think getting some rest would be good for us, too, don’t you think?” You just nodded with a sigh, and let Bakugo lift you up in his arms, carrying you like a toddler with your arms around his neck as he followed the Director into a different building in the facility where one of the many highly trained hybrid doctors would be able to check you over. Bakugo noted the way your ears seemed to flatten a little further against your head as he said a quick goodbye, telling you he’d see you again soon and left the room. Hana had excused herself to walk Bakugo out, the Director giving her a nod as she followed the blonde Pro. The Director finally turned to you, sitting with legs swinging atop an exam bed awaiting a doctor to come and see you.

“Puppy?” The Director asked, and your response was a small hum as you glanced up at her, shoulders drooped and demeanor a bit more down. “You like Mr. Bakugo, don’t you?” The Director had her answer in the way your cheeks tinged pink and your ears and whole body seemed to perk up at the idea, fluffy tail swishing behind you as it lazily thumped in time with your thoughts.

“I do,” you finally said out loud, not looking up to meet her gaze.

“Would you ever want to be adopted out again?” She pressed further and you drooped again, clearly thinking hard about the implication of what that meant for you. “Would you want Mr. Bakugo to adopt you?” Your eyes widened but you didn’t say anything, didn’t move but you were soon betrayed again by your fluffy cloud of a tail, thumping wildly behind you at the idea.

“H-he wouldn’t want to adopt me,” you finally sighed, tail still technically wagging but clearly dejected. “I caused so much trouble, and I bit him-” you were startled as the Director cut you off.

“Puppy, what if I told you he had already put in an application for you?” You froze.

“For me?” You whispered, more to yourself. “He did?” Your mind began running through so many different scenarios – the most prevalent thought being why Bakugo would ever want a hybrid like you. You didn’t feel like you could offer him anything, felt like trouble only followed you wherever you went, and bringing it to Bakugo’s doorstep wasn’t something you wanted to do.

“What’s holding you back, Puppy?” The Director’s calm voice brought you out of the string of incessant, negative thoughts and you glanced up at her while nibbling down on your bottom lip.

“What if he decides I’m not good enough and sends me back?” Your voice was so tiny it was almost imperceptible.

“Puppy,” the Director had kneeled in front of you, meeting your pouty expression with a kind smile as she took your hands in her own. “Mr. Bakugo has been taking all the classes, and learning about you, and has come to the same decision over and over again – that he still wants to adopt you. I think he’s really hoping you’d consider it, too... there’s also a good support system in place with him, too, since you’d be able to see Mr. Kirishima and TetsuTetsu as well,” she finished, watching as your tail picked up at the mention of your silver-haired friend.

“Who’s Mr. Kirishima?” You finally asked, and the Director simply chuckled.

“Tall, red hair, he brought TetsuTetsu to visit a while back – do you remember?” Your eyes lit up as you nodded vigorously.

“Red! M’sorry I didn’t know the other name,” your sheepish grin was a welcome sight as the Director patted your shoulder. It wasn’t much of a wait after you finished speaking with the Director that one of the hybrid doctors – Dr. Sato – entered the room and began to examine your ears. He was careful with his handling of the newly exposed areas, dictating his findings to the Director as she sat in the far corner of the exam room. Dr. Sato took his time cleaning the area, stating that he wasn’t certain your fur would grow back, but the area that was nearly necrotic, and was caught just in time to be treated and you wouldn’t have to have any surgery to your ears which you were grateful for – slumping a little at the realization of what could’ve happened in you continuing to avoid your real ears. Dr. Sato prescribed some antibiotics to help with the minimal infection around the area and gave you a cream to spread on the hairless ring at the base of your ears to help with accelerating the healing of the area. You nodded along, promising to follow the treatment plan, and the Director chimed in that she would help in reminding you about taking the medication and doing your daily cleanings.

Dr. Sato and the Director both had continued having a conversation, while you were waiting to be released, your mind swimming with the fantasy of being adopted again.

Being adopted by Him.

Something about Bakugo drew you in, even with his terrifying stature and harsh demeanor; something about the blonde man simply made you feel the safest you had ever felt in your life that you could remember. He was friends with your friend, and his owner. He didn’t hurt you when you bit him, didn’t get angry or yell or throw you off. You caught the tail-end of the conversation between Dr. Sato and the Director, and as she was leaving the room to follow the Doctor with the expectation you would follow as well, you spoke up.

“I do,” the Director stopped at your sudden words. “I want to be adopted,” your body felt electrified with the uncertain future, but you knew at the very least you’d be around people you felt the safest with. “By him,” you clarified, “I’d like to accept his application.”

The Director took in your apprehensive demeanor, noting that it didn’t seem you were truly afraid of being adopted by Bakugo, just appeared to be nervous in general which she didn’t blame you for given your history. The smile spread across her face as she held out a hand for you to take, and you did as you jumped down from the exam table.

She was excited to make the call – her only dilemma was wondering if she should wait for morning to give the explosive hero the good news.

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Bakugo had finally arrived home, the events of the day and the high emotions left a heavy weight tied to his ankles, dragging him, and to his heart; his body on autopilot as he took off his gear from the day, leaving them scattered across the table and floor of his genkan – he stripped down to his pants and the black tank worn underneath his hero costume as he slipped into his slippers and shuffled to his bathroom. His mind was running a mile a minute, going over the day's events as he tried hard to fight off the exhaustion he was suddenly hit with. While Bakugo was always vigilant and expecting something to happen given his understanding of the world, he truly didn’t anticipate encountering a scumbag extra like the piece of trash who thought he could even come close to touching you today. Bakugo wanted to blast that son of a bitch sky high and then some, but when the officers had come for the man, and he noticed you, he simply couldn’t bring himself to fight when it looked like you needed him more.

Bakugo swallowed hard. His heart thumping wildly in his chest as he remembered how light you felt in his arms, how soft and warm you were against him – how easy it felt holding you and toting you around. His mind then switched to how terrified you looked when that rubber band snapped, how your instincts overrode everything else when you bit down to get out of his arms. Bakugo couldn’t help but wonder just what memory was triggered when that rubber band broke, when he held you tighter and you fought with an admirable strength to escape – wondering what you had to fight to escape in the past. He swallowed the hard lump that formed in his throat and just shook off the heavy feelings. He showered, he drank nighttime tea and quickly downed a spicy instant noodle just to have something in him before he dropped down into bed and closed his eyes. It wasn’t long before Bakugo’s thoughts stilled, and he finally fell asleep.

Bakugo awoke in a place he had never been before, or rather, it felt vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place his finger on it. He sat up, propping himself up on his elbows on an uncovered mattress, filthy and creaky, with a spring jutting out into his forearm as he put pressure there. His face contorted in a disgusting scowl as he looked around the vaguely familiar room, the piles of trash and various half-broken boxes revealing equally trashy contents. Bakugo stood up, kicking around the room before settling himself by a dresser near the door, thumbing through the scattered papers with half-written nonsensical sentences in chicken scratch handwriting.

He couldn’t explain how, or why, but he knew he had to be somewhere important. Someone was waiting for him, and his feet took him down a dingy hallway, and out into the dusty expanse of a rundown warehouse yard. He could hear a hushed road of shouting, cheering and curses in the adjacent building and he walked over, treading carefully, not knowing who he would encounter there. When he pushed open the heavy metal door where the sound was coming from he was met with cheers and wide, yellow-toothed smiles and some missing more than half of their teeth before he was patted on the shoulder and led closer to the center of the warehouse where men and women of various scummy degrees were shouting and waving tickets, cursing at each other and drinking as their eyes all stayed toward the center.

“Thought you wouldn’t make it, man!” The man leading Bakugo shouted over the rest of the noise around them. “Fight’s already been set up, but you haven’t missed much, just the intros, bro, time to take your seat center stage man!” Bakugo just followed along as the grimy extra kept a grip on his bicep, leading him toward the center of the large room. Between the smell of smoke and liquor, body odor and dust Bakugo wanted to puke but he let himself get absorbed into the atmosphere, waiting to see what waited for him as he was led to a bench at the top center above an in-ground pit where Bakugo could see two incredibly large wolf hybrids chained up, just enough slack in the metal to allow the brutes to get attacks in on each other. What froze Bakugo’s blood the second he heard it, and then saw it, was the scared yip! As one of the hybrids decided to take his attention away from the hybrid opposite him and snap hungrily at a tiny hybrid chained to the wall.

It was you – his little Puppy.

Bakugo watched in rapt horror as the wolf hybrid caught your tail and bit down, a fresh, wet matting of blood ruining the soft look of your fur. Floppy little ears were pressed back against your head, nearly flat, as Bakugo took notice of the flood of tears welling up in your eyes and spilling over your cheeks. Bakugo wanted to shoot up, to jump down into the pit and knock out the two hybrids just to get to you – to tell you everything would be okay, that you’re safe with him. Bakugo soon learned, however, that his part in this play was one of control – being in control of this whole situation, being the one who put you in the pit.

The people around him cheered on as the wolf hybrids took turns attacking each other to near-death before turning their aggression on you, only barely being able to reach you just enough to mark you and get a taste of blood.

The fight was called not long after, Bakugo watching at a limp wolf hybrid was pulled away by a downcast man, apparently having lost the fight. The winning hybrid was in no better shape but could be led away by his chain with no additional support. You were shaking on the ground as the man who led Bakugo into this horror show earlier picked you up and threw you out of the pit, walking over to your collapsed form to grab the chain around your neck and drag you behind him with no care if you could keep up or were even capable of walking. Bakugo shot up after him, trying to get him to let you go but he just gave a dry laugh, saying you had to go be seen by the Boss.

The Boss – the mention of the name caused you to shrink further in on yourself, and Bakugo wasn’t sure how that was even possible with how small you already were making yourself. You were led back into the house where Bakugo had come from, being pulled toward a room he didn’t see earlier until you were thrown to the ground in front of a man dressed in all black. Slick black hair and even colder, lifeless black eyes regarded you and tsk’d as he lent down and tugged on one of your floppy little ears until you screamed.

“Didn’t I tell you to get this shit taken care of?” The man scowled, spitting in your face as you flinched away from him. “Floppy fuckin’ mutt ears, what kind of prize are you to offer up if you look like a piece of mixed breed trash, hah?” The man kicked forward, knocking you down onto your face where you stayed, too afraid to get up. Bakugo had been led to a couch just two feet away from this scene, where he watched the man from earlier strip you of the worn little dress you were covered by, hands immediately fighting for the fabric as you clawed at the man trying to take your cover away. You received a swift boot to the back of the head by the man who Bakugo recognized from earlier: the owner of the winning hybrid. Wondering what was going on for only a second longer before it all clicked – what the Boss had said, how he said it, why you were being stripped... Bakugo’s stomach turned as he watched the victor lead his wolf hybrid forward, the large brute leaning forward to sniff and lap at your exposed body before you were mounted. Bakugo found that the only movement he was capable of (that was his own in this dream body) was a tight grip of his hands. He could almost feel his palms heating up to explode as the grotesque scene in front of him unfolded, sparks burning into his fingers as they curled into his palms. Bakugo could nearly force the explosion he so desperately wanted to set off as he heard your crying turn to screams, his eyes deadly at the sight of the knot bullying its way into your body.

Bakugo awoke in a cold sweat to the sound of his phone vibrating on his bedside table. Sitting up as he coughed and choked on nothing, the recollection of his dream burned into his mind's eye as he tried to shake the residual hopelessness he felt at seeing you like that, and not being able to help you. He grabbed at his phone, not even glancing at the Caller ID screen before answering the call with a low growl of a ‘Wha’dya want?’ before the familiar voice instantly set him on high alert.

“Is everything okay? Did something happen? I can be back down there in an-” Bakugo was cut off by the Director’s quick apology, and explanation.

“No, Mr. Bakugo everything is alright, I’m so sorry to call so late. It sounds like I disturbed your rest,” her tone was truly apologetic, and Bakugo had grown quite fond of the woman over the last few weeks, unable to hold onto his anger. “I wanted to relay some news to you and felt it couldn’t wait until morning.” This had Bakugo sitting straight up in bed, his heart pounding wildly in his chest as the edges of his vision blurred, the panic already taking a hooked hold in his chest.

“I’m listening,” is all he could manage out with his normal tone of voice.

Did you decide to reject his adoption application?

Did something happen when she took you to see the hybrid doctor? Was everything alright?

“I wanted to extend my sincerest congratulations,” she finally said and Bakugo’s whole body froze. “I had a talk with our little Puppy, and she has accepted your application for her adoption. We can have arrangements made for you to bring her home by tomorrow if that’s suitable for you?”

You said yes.

You said yes?

YOU SAID YES!

Bakugo’s whole body buzzed with relief, excitement and anticipation. He couldn’t hide the stupid grin he felt taking over his face as his right leg jumped anxiously hearing what the Director had to say about the process of scheduling a pickup.

“Yes,” Bakugo finally agreed, “I can be there first thing in the morning.”

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Morning couldn’t come soon enough for Bakugo, rushing through his shower, throwing on an outfit of all-black casual clothes... rushing out the door to meet Kirishima who offered to drive him again instead of letting him take a paid service, or use the agency provided drivers he knew Bakugo disliked.

“Good morning, Bakugo, ready to go?” Kirishima’s bright voice greeted the rough blonde as all he got in return was a deep grunt... or a growl? but was met with a content sigh as Kirishima held up a coffee he picked up for Bakugo on the way. The exhausted blonde inhaling a deep breath of the coffee steam before tipping the cup for a drink.

“Thanks,” Bakugo muttered, sipping the hot liquid as he put his seatbelt on and sank back into the seat.

“Are you excited, bro?” Kirishima asked, peeking at Bakugo from his peripheral, to see Bakugo’s body go rigid as he looked out the window.

“M’nervous,” he finally said after a momentary pause, on bad days I can barely take care of myself... hell there was that month you had to come and stay with me just so I’d eat and shower... what if I fail at taking care of her when she needs me the most? It’s not just my rehabilitation, it’s hers too...”

“Hey man, don’t worry too much about it,” Kirishima’s voice still held his normal joyful tone, but the underlying was he spoke was deep, and comforting to Bakugo. “I think you’ll be better at taking care of someone else than you are yourself, and she’ll help to remind you of how important it is to take care of yourself - because if you’re not feeling good enough, you can’t do good by her... and you know you always have me to ask for help, too, I’ll always be there for you Kats...” Bakugo just nodded, holding back a strangled sob in his throat as he continued to face out the window, afraid that if he saw the loving, understanding look on Kirishima’s face he’d just burst into tears.

The drive was quiet except for the music Kirishima was playing at a low volume, the sounds of the comfortable silence mixed with the occasional stuttered sip of hot coffee had the moment feeling perfectly... regular. It calmed Bakugo down to have his friend here with him, although the closer they got to the facility, as the large building came into view on the horizon, Bakugo felt a rush of acidic bile rise in his throat with his nerves. This was it. This was really happening!

Kirishima had pulled up and around the circular driveway and parked in front of the building... Bakugo was frozen in his seat as his eyes were glued off in the distance to something other than where he was, his head visibly out of the moment.

“You good, Kats?” Kirishima’s voice was a soft, reassuring tone, gentle but firm as his hand reached over and patted Bakugo’s thigh, before his large hand wrapped around the muscled thigh and squeezed. The action brought Bakugo back and he glanced down at the hand on his thigh and then up Kirishima’s arm to his kind, friendly face.

“Yeah, m’good just...” *Bakugo shuddered a little, this vulnerability making him a little queasy. “Nervous, is all... more than I thought I’d be.” Kirishima couldn’t help the way his toothy grin widened even more at Bakugo’s admission, and gave him a pat on the shoulder.

“Don’t sweat it, Kats,” Kirishima reassured the blonde. “She chose you, too, and there’s a whole system in place to support you guys... everything will be fine.” Bakugo just nodded, hesitating for a moment more before downing the rest of his coffee and finally steeling his nerves enough to walk in.

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“Mr. Bakugo, welcome in!” A new desk worker greeted Bakugo, one he had met briefly at the recent community day, his smile bright and friendly.

“I’m here to see the Director...” Bakugo’s normally brash and aggressive voice was closer to a meek whisper, though his baritone always carried a strength to it.

The staff member continued to smile kindly, making a quick call as he motioned down the hallway, hanging up. “The Director is expecting you; did you need an escort to her office?” Bakugo just shook his head, already heading the now familiar route to the Director’s office as the pit of anxiety in the bottom of his stomach expanded and threatened to swallow him whole. Once he reached the familiar door, he knocked softly and was greeted with a soft ‘Come in!’ and upon opening was met with the sight of the Director, and you... you who looked so small and happy with your newly floppy ears tilting cutely as you leaned back and looked up at Bakugo.

“Mr. Bakugo, welcome back... we were just going over our little Puppy’s ear care, please, sit,” the Director said with a friendly tone, motioning for him to sit in the chair beside you. You, who despite looking away from Bakugo with a slightly nervous expression now, still wagged the fluffy little cloud of a tail behind you, unable to hide your emotions. “Now, she must apply this antibiotic cream morning and night to the areas affected where the rubber bands were, and she also has a pill she needs to take to ensure no spread of any internal viruses, right, Puppy?”

You only nodded, biting your lower lip as you looked down at your folded hands, fidgeting with them in your lap. “Yes, rub on ears and take the pill...” you said softly, nodding to yourself.

“Good girl,” the Director praised, and then turned to Bakugo, but not before adding. “Puppy why don’t you go and get all your stuff together and make sure you’re not forgetting anything? We’ll come meet you shortly, okay?” You nodded, hopping down from the chair and padding out of the room softly as you closed the door behind you... The Director now turning to Bakugo. “Before we finalize everything, are there any concerns you have at this moment?”

Bakugo thought for a moment, good and hard before shaking his head. “No, I think we’ve covered everything up until this point, and I feel pretty supported by you... and Kirishima has offered to help me adjust as well.” The Director nodded, a genuine smile on her face.

“I, as well as my staff are here to be a resource for you, Bakugo, and we will keep in touch via email, and I am only a phone call away... I’m happy you have a friend supporting you as well, it will make the transition easy knowing someone who has been through the same thing.”

“I appreciate all of your help, and all of the courses you provided too,” Bakugo admitted with a soft look on his face. “I feel better prepared now, even if I still feel like I’m out of my element here...” The Director gave Bakugo a soft look before standing up and motioning him to follow.

“Let’s go get our little Puppy, shall we?” She said gently, leading Bakugo down a new hallway he hadn’t yet been to, to finally land in front of a white door. The Director knocked and then slowly cracked the door, peeking inside as she smiled, calling your name. “Are you all packed up, Puppy?” She said softly, opening the door and Bakugo’s heart almost melted at the sight of you sitting on your bed with one little bag beside you on the floor, your legs swinging on the overhang of the bed as you glanced up, a small, nervous smile on your face as you nodded. Bakugo watched you jump down, grabbing the bag and walking forward, opting to take his hand as you smiled up at him.

Bakugo almost fainted from the varying emotions in his body: fear, anxiety, happiness, love, a little cuteness aggression.... when you held his hand, looking up at him with a smile when you said... “Ready!”

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