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lady-ashfade · 8 months

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Mates By Fate

Various Hybrid!Characters x Human!Fem!Reader.

Plot: The adoption center is filled with many different hybrids from all sorts. But when one gets a whiff of your scent that they can’t help but get excited to see you.

Characters: Rabbit!Izuku midoriya, Wolf!Katsuki Bakugo, Dog!Eijiro Kirishima, Cat!Shoto Todoroki

Warnings: quick adoption, licking, love at first sight, mention of dark past, not much.

Rabbit! Izuku Midoriya

The building was filled with all types of noises, from barks to meows, even some growls. Some hybrids were out playing and doing their own things, some playing in groups outside or maybe they enjoyed their own company. Izuku was watching a movie that had come on just in time for his break. All hybrids get a break from the others to focus on themselves if needed, and he decided to watch his favorite movie. Super Hybrid: All might. Oh, how he adored the movie and the man it was about. His room filled with decorations of Allmight himself, posters on every wall.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off the screen when the scene came on. Allmight fighting a bad guy, his tail smacking him around from place to place. It was like watching it for the first time, he was on the edge of his seat cheering at the screen for his hero. Not much could get his attention away from this movie, so when a scent came into his nose it peaked his interest. What was that smell? So sweet, soft yet bold, how could something smell so perfect? His flappy ears stood up and his attention drew to the hallway where his door was cracked open. Grabbing the remote be paused the movie and walked to the door.

He poked his head out slowly to see what was going on and if he could find the source of the smell. Then he saw the owner of the adoption center in the middle of the hallway, then a woman standing next to her about three doors down. A hybrid with droopy ears likes his but brown, the hybrid rubbed her head against the new woman’s hand as she smiled. When he saw you, he felt the world crash onto him with a kick to the chest.

Mate.

The words rang through his head and made his body tense up at the thought of having you in his life. But, he couldn’t have a mate? And not someone as pretty as you? He cheeks heated up while staring at you with wide eyes frozen in the doorway to his room. He could hear your conversation but didn’t truly listen, the words sounding like muffles to him. But a few seconds later your head turned when the owner said something and you looked right at him.

He yelps and slips back into his room quickly from being caught and your attention. His heart raced as fast as it could go as he panicked over every detail. Did you really see him? Was he imagining you here? What if this was a dream and he’d wake up mateless again? What if you don’t want him as a mate anyway? So many questions ran through his speedy head and made him panic.

“Izuku,” the old woman’s sweet voice called him out of his thoughts as she walked into the open room. “We have a visitor, like to meet them?” Your frame shuffled into the room and waved softly, the smile on your lips look like heaven. All he could do is stare and mumble nervously with words you couldn’t understand.

“He’s shy, but he’s a good hybrid to have around.” You nodded and reached into your pocket and his attention calmed down at the other scent he loved. Treats. A brown little heart shaped treat rest in your hands and pushed it towards him. “Hello, Izuku. My names Y/n.” The name engraved itself into his brain. The excitement finally washed over him and shot throughout his body, making him so happy that his leg started to tap and take the treat into his mouth.

He was so happy as he chew and you watched his nose crinkle with each bite, his happy feet bouncing. You giggled at the sight, he was your favorite by far. “I’ll let you have some time with him, seeing as he’s your perfect match. I shall be just outside with the other hybrids, call if you need anything.” She bowed and walked out the room.

You look at izuku and a nervous smile spread your face as he inched closer, no threatening gestures but with a curious look. His noses sniffed around your hand and up your wrists, he looked so focused. Then he nudged his faces across it like he was petting himself and your heart exploded. He looked so happy and relaxed with your touch.

“Mate.” He muttered and you froze up. Did he say that or was it a mistake…Mate? That’s interesting but you can’t help but feel like it was right. “Tell me, do you want me to take you home?” He jumped up and hugged your leg and you almost fell. Laughing you reach down to pet this hair.

He was interesting, he couldn’t get himself off of you. But he was perfectly sweet.

Wolf! Katsuki Bakugo

Katsuki is wasn’t one for social interaction, especially with new people he had just meet. Whenever someone came to look at the hybrids he wouldn’t let them get near and just walk off or give them attitude. He was adopted once before and it was the worst time of his life, humans were cruel and he knew damn well they couldn’t put up with him. So he put off the idea that he would find someone nice enough.

Kats didn’t get along with the other hybrids, only a selected group he allowed near him. If he wasn’t hanging around them then he was outside in the shade, or playing with a chew toy that need to be replaced each day. He loved to be outside a few hours because he had a lot of energy he couldn’t release inside. Today he decided to take a break and lay on the ground to take a quick nap, the shade and sun making him tired. Then, his nose picked up a scent. Shooting his head up from his resting place his head looked around for the scent he was smelling.

This wasn’t food, it wasn’t like anything he’s ever smelled before. It was the perfect smell for him. He craved to get near the source. So he stood up and looked around, his tail wagging behind him. Big and thick with blonde and white with brown tips like his ears. “Shit.” He smelled it out and followed trail. A beautiful laugh caught his ears and he looked up to see a woman smiling with the owner, a hybrid getting their head pat. Her. It was coming from her.

Mate. Claim. Mate.

She was his mate, his tail wagged harder but his head gave him trouble. He didn’t need a mate, and not a shitty human at that. What was she trying to do? He’s a alpha and not some pet she could keep in her house- But he wanted it. To be close to her at every second to keep he safe and sound. He groaned and fell close to the ground and behind the flowers, the garden being filled with big places with high planted flowers. It was easy for him to crawl closer without being caught, after all it was in his blood to hunt.

He got closer and watched for a second. “I’ll leave you to look around, I know of a few hybrids out here. A snake one, he’s usually in the trees and many others.” She smiles and took the cat hybrid inside, leaving you alone. Smiling to yourself and straighten your blouses then walk over to the flowers, smelling them. Bakugo wiggled his body and got ready to pounce on you, why? He just felt like it. But when you giggled and looked over at his direction he froze in shock and confusion.

“There’s a mirror wall behind you,” you look a seat on the bench beside you. “But don’t be discouraged, you would of had me.” The lighthearted tone in your voice made him heat up, and your smile with no anger in it. He rolled his eyes and stood up, inching closer to you with a glare, a low growl leaving his lips to imitate you with fear. You only smiled and pulled out a big threat, a bone shaped one.

“I apologize if I offended you, it was not my intention.” Standing up slowly you tossed the treat softly before him. “But I hope you’ll take this treat as a apology, great wolf.” His ego built up at your praise and felt better. He took the treat and took a few bites. While he was focused on the treat you backed up to leave him alone, not wanted to anger him. Wolfs can be very territorial when it comes to it, so you wouldn’t egg him in.

“I didn’t say go, damn human.” His tough voice caught you off guard. You turned around to see him soften his glare and look at the bench you once sat at. “Sit.” You smirked for a second and walked back to the bench and did as he said. He was adorable. You stuck out your hand for him to sniff and he hesitated, looking up at you like asking permission or to get a read on you. But you only flashed him a eye closing smile.

His noses poked your hand and sniffed all around to take in your scent in, and his body turned into mush. Your scent, he craved it. “Damn, of course it be a human.” He huffed and crossed his arms. You looked at him confused, “Hmm?” Kats rolled his eyes hard and pointed at you, “Mate.” He enjoyed how you looked at him in shock and flustered.

“Now, go get the paper work done so I can leave. I wouldn’t let anyone leave with you today wether you like it or not.” His tail stomped the ground as his teeth really showed to threaten the people he thought of. “Well? Go!” You giggled and rushed away from the shouting hybrid, a rough one.

He was demanding and didn’t care. He however, was loving on the way to your house so you didn’t mind.

Shoto Todoroki

Shoto is a hybrid that likes to take naps, his cat like nature is strong. The sunlight can make him fall asleep anywhere, no matter the place. He also loves to climb up on things to take a nice nap, mostly on a cat like tree they have for hybrids. He also has a scratching problem but not in a bad way, he just needs to stretch often. Those are the things he does in a day. Wake up, scratch, eat, Nap, scratch and then repeat. However he does hang out with some hybrids on occasion.

Today Shotos place of choice was in front of the art rooms door, so close to getting hit if someone opened the door fully. The hybrid didn’t notice this when he went to sleep or he would have scooted a bit further. You wanted to explore the place and decide to check the art room to see what’s it was like. When you opened the door you didn’t see the hybrid behind you, only a tail that curled and swung slowly. Stopping and not pushing the door any further you walked through the gap and poke your head around to see the hybrid laying there.

His hair mix toned, red and white. His tail thin but long, white fur all the way down. But his ears matched the hair on each side, he was gorgeous. You smile and push all the way in the room and close the door as quietly as you can, trying not to startle him. Kneeling down a few inches from him you start to call out softly for him to walk up. Clinking your tongue, “Little buddy, wake up please.” You repeated that line over and over. But he wasn’t little, only a small frame but you could see the muscles he had and how tall he was.

He slowly opened his eyes with a yawn, confused on what was going on. When he noticed you his demeanor changed slight. His face dropping and staring you, with almost a cold glare. Chuckling to not be afraid you step back, “Sorry, I just didn’t want you to get hurt. You were sleeping in front of the door.” You glanced at the door and showed him what you meant. But he didn’t stop staring at you with a unreadable expression.

Shoto was freaking out inside. Your scent drove him insane, one he wanted to run and nuzzle up to. He couldn’t look away from your pretty face or he would have. What was this? Had you have some sort of magic to bewitched him? Why was his body on fire? He had so many emotions and non of them made sense. Until his mouth started to water..

Mate.

The clicking sound echoed through his brain when he realized what you were to him. A mate. Fate was funny about bringing people together and he didn’t have to find you, you found him. “Hello?” You waved a hand in front of your face as he continued to be silent and frozen. He blinked finally and you felt relieved. “Call me shoto.” You hummed at the calming tone. “Y/n.” You reached out your hand with a smile. Of course he couldn’t hold himself back from taking it and sniffing you.

Your scent was so nice to smell, calming but made his blood pump. You had weird affects on his body. You watch him sniff you and it made you laugh as he kept hitting his nose against the center. He was booping his own nose. Then he did something unexpected and licked your hand softly. To give affection he kept doing it, small licks. Nothing more to the eyes. Only he did it to get his scent on you.

“Adopt me.” He look up at you blankly and you were taken aback by his boldness. “We just met, don’t you want to get a know me first?” You asked. Most hybrids take a week at least before getting comfortable with a owner, or at least a whole day. “I know all I need, you are my mate of course.” He nuzzled against your hand as his tail swayed around smoothly.

“Mates?” You questioned but couldn’t help but rub his cheek, he purred so loudly you could feel it. “Hmm, smell you. Us hybrids have mates, or some do and mine is you.” He shrugged like it wasn’t a big deal. “Now, I’m tired. Could you go get everything done so I can’t go back to napping?”

You took shoto home that night and he fell asleep on your nap. Followed you around the house with his head in your shoulders.

Eijiro Kirishima

Kiri likes to be with other hybrids and people, a social butterfly if you will. He always has a smile on his face to cheer and play with the others, the big brother of the estate. His dream is to one day have a forever home with a family that loves him but worries about being worthy. Despite always tell the others they’d get adopted or cheer them up, he felt the same way. But he puts it off and has fun instead, he’s very active. They had to build a new playground area just for him and hybrids like him who are rough but playful.

Kiri today was in the playroom all by himself and it saddens him, no one to play with. He’d have the rope in his mouth and swing it around almost like a weapon. Or jumping around from the bars to places, or his favorite. Catch. They had a device to throw the ball automatically and he loved it, almost as much as someone actually throwing him the ball. Kiri watched the ball get shot out and hit the table making it change direction to the door. To his surprise the door opened just as the ball rolled on the floor and stop between someone’s leg. His mind focused on the ball he chased after it.

His legs ran to catch the small object and only to be caught in another trance caused by a smell, a delicious smell. Stopping in his tracks he froze and looked up at the person at the door who now looked at the ball between her feet. A smile spread on her lips when she bent down to pick it up. The smell was coming from her. Was it a treat in her pocket? What flavor was it? That smell was heaven to his nose, like it was made just for him.

Mate.

Giggling you looked at the pup in front of you, a grip on the ball “Want me to throw it?” You wiggled it slightly. Thump thump. The sound of his huge fluffy tail hit the floor as he panted quietly. He was so excited. “Get it.” You threw it past him and made sure not to hit anything but far for him to have fun. He leaped up and chased after it, so fast and quick. It was cute to watch him bite the ball and chew down on it slightly then look back at you. He pranced back to you with his tail wagging, a pride filled aura as he puffed out his chest.

He dropped the ball at your feet and sat back on the floor, his tongue sticking out. “Awe, such a good boy.” You reached down to pet his head but gave him enough time to pull away if he’d like. But he didn’t so your hand patted the red hair, slightly touching the ears on his head. “My names Y/n.” Without a warning he jumps up and knocks you down, leaning onto of you and starts to lick across your face. His hands on your chest and tail making a breeze.

You laughed and tried to move but he didn’t let up on his actions. You smelled too good. You called him a good boy. A perfect mate for him. He leaned up and didn’t let his hands up from your stomach. “Eijiro Kirishima.” His smile was so wide you saw his teeth that looked perfectly white and sharp. Taking a breath you smile up at the hybrid you just met. “Nice to met you.” He jumped off you and waited for you to get up.

When you did you brushed off yourself and whipped your face off. Kiri stood up finally and you looked up at him, he was one of the biggest hybrids you have ever seen. Blushing at his height you giggled, he was just a huge puppy. “Are you here to adopt?” He asked, his ears and tail stopping and going down. You could tell he was sad and you wondered why.

“Yes, I am.” You see him look at the floor and a sad smile grew on his face. “They’d be luck to have you.” The heart in your chest shattered at his tone, so quick to dismiss himself. “Would you be willing to get adopted? I was looking for a dog hybrid…If you’re willing.” Kiri’s head shit up and his body started to wage and bounce. The sparkle in his eyes reappeared and his happiness coming back.

The next thing you know his arms are wrapping themselves around you and pulling you closer, his tongue licking your cheek. You patted his head, “I’ll take that as a yes.” You didn’t expect to meet the hybrid of your dreams on the first day of looking but here he was. “Mate, going home with my mate.” His words made you tense up. Mate? Does he think you’re his mate… Why doesn’t that not sound wrong?

“Okay, let’s go so I can go to the office.” He whined and hugged you closer. His head rested on your shoulder and he refused to let you go, he had a person for the first time. Too soon to let go. “You can come with him, but I need to walk.” He felt your chest vibrate with laughter and he huffed. His arms let your waist go but hooked on your arm instead.

You didn’t expect him to be so clingy and protective over you but that’s what he was. You’re now his home. But there’s no other pup for you.

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zazter-den · 9 months

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Cat Bath

Minors Do Not Interact

(Edit)Common Scents Series: Cat Bath, Sweet Tooth.

Synopsis- Barista!Reader comes home smelling like her new coworker Izuku, TigerHybrid!Bakugou decides a bath is in order.

Warnings- Yandere, Dubcon, Feline Anatomy, Choking, Light Knifeplay Claw play, Degradation.

Tags-Aged up(obviously), Hybrid AU, Tiger!Bakugou, Dom!Bakugou, Afab!reader, Sub!Reader. Bath Play, Scentmarking, Creampie.

Word Count- 2K words.

With a low, guttural growl, Bakugou's tail began to sway and twitch behind him. The long, thick appendage moved with a powerful feline grace befitting a regal tiger hybrid.

As Bakugou's sharp gaze fell upon you, he took a step closer with a threatening aura enveloping him. His orange and black swirled ears were flat against his blonde locks. His chiseled jaw clenched tightly as his raging crimson eyes seem to pierce through your soul. There's no doubt that his presence alone could send chills down anyone's spine.

Bakugou's voice dripped with anger as he sneered "Who the fuck touched you, huh? Just let anyone lay their hands on you?" His tone filled with venomous jealousy, his possessiveness over you shining through every word.

His large hand reached out to grab your arm with an iron grip, his long black claws barely grazing your skin, for now. The intensity of his grip causes a a hitch in your breath, his dominance clear as day. "Tell me. now." Bakugou growled, his voice dangerously low. His sharp canines momentarily on display as a warning.

You swallowed hard. Oh, oh this wasn't going to be good.

His territorial jealousy seemed to consume him, and there's no doubt that he won't stop until he has an answer. The scent of pine and yuzu still lingered on your café shirt, a clear indication of the bunny hybrid coworker who had touched you.

"But... but Katsuki, Izuku didn't mean anything by it," you stammered, desperation creeping into your voice. The words coming out of your mouth sound rushed and nervous, "He grabbed my hands only to thank me for training him. It was a gesture of gratitude, nothing more."

Bakugou's grip tightened around your arm, the tip of his dark claws starting to puncture into your flesh, as he hears the name 'Izuku' leave your lips. His crimson eyes looked like smoldering embers, the mere thought of someone else touching you was enough to send a wave of fury surging through his veins. But some shitty prey hybrid holding your hand? A useless rabbit who you were already on first name basis with?

A wicked smirk curled Bakugou's lips as your punishment formed in his mind. With a sadistic glint in his eyes, he released your arm briefly, claws leaving glistening ruby dots. "If it didn't mean anythin', then I guess we'll just have to make sure ya don't reek of his stench," he said, a sinister undertone in his voice.

Not bothering to wait for a response, Bakugou snatched your hand and forcefully guided you toward the bathroom in the back of the apartment. His grip was forceful, almost bruising, as he shoved open the door and tugged you inside.

Bakugou's clothes hit the floor in a haphazard pile, revealing his intimidatingly sculpted physique. His muscular form was accentuated by the defined lines and lean muscles that traversed his body, a testament to his feral strength. His piercing ruby gaze, filled with a mix of raw desire and anger, was fixed your trembling form expectantly. Your clothes soon joined his on the cool tiled floor.

With his usual swagger, Bakugou stepped into the bathtub. His gaze fixated on you, filled with a mixture of hunger and simmering fury. The water settled over his toned body, causing droplets to glisten against his slightly tanned skin. His intimidating cock, stood fully erect and proud, its barbed girth a testament to his animalistic nature. He leaned back against the tub and spreads his legs, making his intentions clear.

With a wicked grin with far too much fang, Bakugou beckoned you towards him, his eyes daring some sort of defiance from you. His tail twitched suddenly, and you swear you almost jumped through the roof

"Get in the fuckin' tub" Bakugou growled, his voice dropping to a low, commanding tone.

As you obediently drew closer to him, Bakugou's large clawed hand shot out, gripping your wrist tightly. With a sudden, forceful motion, he pulled you onto his lap with a splash, causing the water to slosh around the tub and onto the bathroom floor.

Bakugou's grip tightened around your waist as he pulled you forcefully onto his lap, positioning your back against his chiseled chest. The feel of his muscular frame against your soft curves was both intimidating and exhilarating. You wondered if your heart beat was visible with the way it seemed to drum violently against your ribs.

With a punishing hold on your hips, Bakugou bullied his cock into you, thrusting in inch by thick inch. The sensation of being filled by his girthy length always brought a mix of pleasure and discomfort that never failed to elicit a gasp from your lips. The barbed ridges of his dick rippled against the walls of your dripping pussy, and you had to keep from instinctually clamp down on him. Black claws left angry indents on your skin as he started thrust sharply into you.

As the water sloshed and splashed, Bakugou's claws remained unyielding, his possessive hold a reminder of who you belong to. With every thrust, he watched with a predatory gaze as you writhe on his lap. The moans of pleasure being pulled from you echoing in the small space.

"I can't believe you allowed a fucking useless rabbit to touch you," Bakugou snarled in your ear, his voice filled with venom.

Bakugou growled against your neck, his hot breath tracing a path of need and possessiveness. He rubbed his scent onto your sensitive skin, his rugged scruff grazing against your jawline. With each thrust, Bakugou's movements gradually erased the lingering haze of Izuku's pine and yuzu scent from your body. His own dominant scent, a mix of warm cinnamon, earthy browned caramel, and the smoldering scent of embers, overwhelmed your senses. Seeping into your skin, claiming you as his own.

You were caught between the pleasure of Bakugou's relentless assault and your instinct to defend Izuku's friendliness. Still you tried to find your voice, no matter how shaky. "K-Katsuki," you begun to protest weakly, voice tinged with a mix of pleasure and desperation. "Izuku didn't mean any-"

In a black and orange flash, Bakugou's tail wrapped around your throat, his favorite way of shutting you up. The soft fur against your sensitive skin was a sharp contrast to the powerful grip it wielded, protests efficiently choked to a whimper.

As the pressure increased, lightly cutting off airflow, you gasped and whimpered. The minor decrease of oxygen intensified the sensations coursing through your body, making you moan in a mixture of pleasure and desperation. Each sound that escapes your lips only fed the fire burning within Bakugou, driving him to push you further, to exert his control over you completely.

"P-please" You managed to gasp out, your voice barely a whisper. The word hung in the air, almost begging for mercy, a plea to ease the intensity of his possessive onslaught. But deep down, you knew that it was a foolish request. Bakugou's selfish desires and his animalistic nature drive him, and mercy is seldom a part of that equation.

No. Forgiveness is not something Bakugou is known for. Instead, he tightened his grip on your hips, his claws freely dug into your skin, pricking the sensitive surface. His soft blonde hair, normally messy and tousled, now seemed to stand completely on end, giving him a truly feral appearance. With every wild thrust, his tail's grip on your throat tightened and slacked with the rhythm he found.

Bakugou spread his legs wider, seeking leverage as he relentlessly thrust upwards, setting a brutal pace that left you shuddering in pleasure. The sound of combined moans and the splashing of water filled the bathroom, creating an atmosphere of utter debauchery. Each forceful movement made you acutely aware of the prickly barbs that line Bakugou's endowed length, igniting intense sensations deep within your cunt. Under the violently swirling water, your toes curled against the slippery porcelain.

"Ya feel that, dumbass? That's me claiming you, marking you as mine." Bakugou's voice rasps in your ear, a mix of lust and dominance dripping from every word. “This is what you get, you pathetic little slut. You belong to me, and only me. Remember that." With his tail still wrapped firmly around your throat, His words punctuated by his forceful thrusts, each one drove deep with unforgiving vigor.

His hand snaked up your shaking thigh. His sharp obsidian claws grazed the delicate skin, leaving a trail of barely-there scratches in their wake, before reaching the apex he sought. He always knew how to handle you with terrifying precision. the pads of his fingers expertly circled your throbbing clit. The rough texture of his fingertips added a layer of friction that sent you keening.

Bakugou's touch is unapologetically rough, His fingers pinched and rubbed your clit mercilessly, combining pain and pleasure in a wicked synergy. Every grind, every pinch, brought you closer to the edge of ecstasy. With each press of his fingers, he thrusts into you with merciless ferocity.

Your body was a trembling mess in response to Bakugou's touch, the stimulation was sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. You could feel yourself beginning to succumb to the intensity of his ministrations, your walls tightening around his prickly cock. His thick length continued to impale your clenching hole, each thrust sending waves of pleasure cascading through your body.

Your orgasm hit you like a force of nature. Your eyes widened, pupils dilated with a mix of pleasure, fear, and surrender. Your grip tightened on either side of the tub, your knuckles turning white with the overwhelming sensation. The combination of Bakugou's forceful barbed thrusts, the constriction of his tail around your throat, and the merciless stimulation of your clit sent you over the edge. Your moans escaped in muffled gasps and whimpers, partially silenced by the grip of Bakugou's tail. Waves of ecstasy rippled through you, cunt walls clamped down desperately around Bakugou's cock.

Feeling your walls convulsing around him, Bakugou responded with a bestial roar that echoed off the tiled walls. With one final, forceful thrust, he buried himself deep within your quivering pussy. His body tensed, claws lacerating thin red lines on your hips. He released his cum deep inside you with the final snap of his hips, a torrent that seemed to fill you to the brim. It felt like every inch of your being was flooded with the overwhelming heat and intensity of Bakugou's climax. It was hard to catch your breathe as your cunt milked the last of the feral feline's load.

The spicy notes of cinnamon, the rich sweetness of browned caramel, and the smoky hint of embers engulfed you, overpowering any last hints of citrus and pine needles. In this moment, there was only Bakugou, claiming your body and erasing any lingering trace of competition.

Bakugou slowly loosened his tail from around your sore throat, letting it slip away like a snake releasing its prey. The furry appendage, a mesmerizing blend of orange, black, and white, flicked with an air of smug satisfaction.

As the pressure around your throat eased, your exhausted body slumped against Bakugou's sculpted chest, breath still labored. Bakugou wrapped his strong arms possessively around your spent and shaking form. He pulled you closer to him, ensuring your bodies remain connected, bond unbroken in the cooling bath water. His tail swished to-and-fro with a mixture of contentment and territoriality.

With your body now marked by his scratches and filled with his seed, you'll carry his undeniable scent, making it clear to any hybrid foolish enough to come near that you belong to him and him alone.

"You're mine. No prey filth should dare lay a finger on you." Bakugou seethed into your ear, breathless voice a dangerous low rumble as you drift off from exhaustion. “The next time this 'Deku' touches what's mine, I'm putting him in the fuckin' ground.”

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shutit-haha · 5 months

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Icarus

Yet another Bakugou x Reader from PR

You were a busy little thing, always buzzing around his office with those tiny wings on your back. He had never seen a kind of bird like you. Well he had just in a nature documentary on tropical birds. You were a humming bird, oh and you definitely hummed, and buzzed, and sang, and shouted, and chirped. You made all the noises really, unfortunately for him. Truthfully you were a quiet little thing at first. Which as pleasant as it was- did weird him out a little bit. you would just sit there silently while working and he had no idea as to what animal you were. Just that you're pretty little wings always sparkled in the light.

Imagine his surprise when the first thing he learns about you comes from a nature documentary he puts on late one night. He couldn't seem to fall asleep and rather then to miss the plot in an action packed film or *cough* rom-com, he put on something educational. And would you believe it? There were your wings flashing at him in the dark. Heavy half-lidded eyes saw the twinkling star and squinted. It was like the universe was speaking to him that night. (Though he had no clue.) He was a sailor lost at sea and the glimmer of your wings were that of a lighthouse calling him home.

He treated you with much more respect now these days. I mean only one bird can fly backwards and it's a humming bird. And go figure your wings flapped in such a pretty figure eight. "I need your help with a presentation." He grunted at you when you placed his coffee down on his desk.

"No problem Sir," you smiled. Today you wore an emerald dress, red lipstick, black heels. He watched you walk away. His eyes started at the top of your head taking in your pretty hair, and then next your pretty wings, he took in your shape and then- oddly enough your shoes. He scowled, you'd look better with red bottoms. He'd have to buy you red bottoms to go with those pretty lips.

When you entered the room this time, you wore a jacket and now carried your morning drink. The amount of sugar in there was ungodly, however the documentary explained humming birds required LOTS of sugar. "We're doing a power point on some statistics. Need you to make it all nice and pretty for the people."

"¿Necesitas las matemáticas también?" Your head instantly shot up, nearly ramming into his. Round eyes the sizes of saucers stared at him with this kind of... fear? "I'm sorry, sometimes I forget I'm not at home. Would you like the math for this too?"

"Si es demasiado no te preocupes."

You're jaw dropped at his reply. His Spanish was most definitely Spaniard, it's what all those language apps use. He on the other hand was so curious as to why you're pronunciation was different from his. It was nothing crazy, more so slight. Like the S's or R's. Where were you from? How long ago did you see your family? Is this why you're quirk was so odd to him? Did it say on your resume that you were trilingual? Did he read your resume? Who reads those?

"Sir," you chirped. You were back at his office door again, knocking on the door frame as a sign of entering. He looked up from his filing work and grunted at you. "Forgive me but I have another question." You creeped into the room slowly, heels silent though he wasn't sure how. He noticed how you stood near the seat across from his desk, but never plopped your rear into the cushion. You went on and on, while he nodded or shook his head, but you never sat down. He watched you exit again, stopping you just before you could leave.

"Just sit down," he barked. "tired of watching you flutter around it's making me sick." No it wasn't. He just felt bad watching you go through that door every five minutes. And those damn wings kept catching in the sunlight coming in through his large windows. They shimmered and sparkled all the way until you left, in which case his office would return to normal again. You had a week to work on this presentation, a week until the gala. This was day one and already he was questioning.

Those round eyes blinked at him from where you stood in the doorway. You hugged your open laptop close to you, it was only a couple years old but still he looked at it with disdain. You needed something newer, something strong and powerful, something reliable you can trust. "I said sit down dammit!" In his head he was already brainstorming some computers.

"Yes sir," you scurried over to the leather seat.

Bakugou's phone rang not fifteen minutes later. "You can stay here." He stood up from his seat, hulking form momentarily blocking out the sun. His spine popped and his neck cracked, large arms reaching for the ceiling. From where you sat he looked like some deity born from sun. A droplet of liquid gold had fell from the very sun itself, and when it cooled it made him.

Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you watch him. "Stay," he repeated to you again, pointing this time. His office was secluded and had a door that locked. You had a desk that was out in the open and single bottom drawer that you need a key to open. He needed to get you an office.

"Will you be back?" You didn't like staying in other people's spaces when they weren't present.

"Villain attack," he shrugged. "Not sure how long it'll take."

"Right," you nodded absentmindedly to yourself. "Ok," more nodding. Were you stuck? He watched you, giving you a good once over before deciding this was just you. And he was off, rushing out of his office to go do what needed to be done.

"What cha lookin' at?" Kaminari tossed his arm over Bakugou's shoulders.

"None of your damn business," he growled out, pulling away.

"Aw hey come on man, doesn't look like anything secretive." Kirishima chimed from where he stood buck naked and drying his hair. The locker room reeked, however regardless of the smell here he was. He wanted to be at least half-decent when seeing you again. Didn't want smell to make you shrink away, or all the heat radiating off him to intimidate you. He was then dawned by an Awful thought. What if upon touching you he burned all those beautiful feathers.

"Looking for a computer dammit," he growled. His blonde spikes were weighed down by all that water in them and laid right over his eyes as a result. Though he swiped at them every so often gravity would just pull them right back down. He needed to add some type of heat resistance thingy to his list of things. Did they even sell what he wanted? Could he find someone to make it?

"Your computer's not that old." That was Kaminari again whom was currently charging his phone.

"'S not for me."

"OoOoOoh who's it for?"

"An employee stay out of my business dammit!"

Kirishima and Kaminari shared a look, "ok," they responded.

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blooberrries · 4 months

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「 extemporaneous 」 — 06 ☾

— pairing: multi; shoto x reader, izuku x reader (so FAR...) — genre: hybrid au, slow burn-ish, reverse harem — wc: 3.8k — rated: sfw — notes: my stupid ass went to post this and then realised that I never actually crossposted chapter 5 on here. oopsies! uwu. anyway my libido has been popping off lately so if there is no smut in the next one then it will probs be the one after that teehee!

You've never really had much to do with hybrids, existing in your own little bubble for a majority of your life. That comes to an end when your friend phones you for help and somehow you end up taking two hybrids off of her hands while they recuperate in the wake of an unfortunate incident. But when the time comes that they have to leave, will you really want them to go?

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Things haven’t really been the same since that morning. From a ‘platonic roommate’ perspective, that isn’t something to be happy about.

From your perspective though, as someone very much attracted to her roommates and increasingly aware of the subtle tension brewing in the air between the three of you, there isn’t a single part of you that can find the will to complain about it.

Much deliberation occurred after you startled the two hybrids into checking on you that morning. You’d spent a majority of the ensuing shower with your forehead pressed to the tile, trying desperately to use the cool surface as a means of reducing the heat in your face. It didn’t work, and for once the scalding water temperature you normally enjoy bathing in wasn’t to blame.

You thought about a lot of things while you lingered in the glass and tile prison, spending much longer in there than you really needed to. At that point it was more for the sake of your sanity.

Try as you might, you could hardly stop yourself replaying the previous events, focusing on the flustered reactions of your company. You were so embarrassed, but that’s mostly on account of how riled up you’d gotten as a result. Every so often you had to take disciplinary action against your own brain for the recurring deviant thoughts and slam (read: hit hard enough that it sent the message but not hard enough your roommates came running again) your head against the wall with a groan.

Most problematic of your shower-time revelations is the fact that you can no longer ignore the attraction to your roommates that has been steadily building over their stay here. Actually, that’s a lie-- the most problematic revelation is how badly you want to act on that attraction.

This isn’t a work environment and they aren’t employees, but it feels almost unprofessional to have these feelings for the hybrids you are currently offering safe haven to. Then again, you remind yourself that they are both intelligent and consenting adults and have enough bodily autonomy to be able to refuse or accept any advances that may occur. Having said that, you would like to think that they wouldn’t feel pressured or obligated on account of living with you for free should any moves be made. Yet at the same time, you can’t be sure. There’s more unknowns than you’re comfortable with in this situation.

At the end of it all, you concluded that there’s not really anything you can do about the feelings at this point, but at the same time you’re not in a position to act on them.

Ah, an impasse. It’s as relieving as it is frustrating to have the luxury of choice taken from you.

You might have left that ensuite a different woman to when you entered, but that had nothing to do with the rapid shift that has occurred between you all since.

“Izuku…. Give it.”

His nose twitches, eyes bright and tracking your every movement with something indiscernible gleaming behind his irises. The laundry hamper stands as the only obstacle between you. Your hands are raised, an attempt to lower his guard by appearing harmless, but Izuku’s hawk-like gaze is locked on your stance as you gradually ease around the side of the woven basket towards him. He counters each tiny step you take with one of his own in the same direction, leaving you both in a stalemate of sorts.

“What do you mean?” Izuku asks innocently, his soft voice raising in pitch towards the end. He apparently finds this hilarious. Ordinarily you probably would too, but currently your shoulders are too heavy with the burden of an impending deadline for you to really enjoy his sudden cheeky manoeuvre.

“I’m just doing the washing. The hamper was getting full, you know?”

“I need that shirt, Izuku.” You decide to be direct, pointing at the button-down currently in his grasp. He plays with the material, ruffling the soft weave in his hand. His eyes flick only once down to the garment before returning o you.

“What shirt?”

Huffing, annoyed but more so endeared, you decide to play along for now. “The one in your hand, with the light grey dots. I need it. Could I please have it?”

He shoves it to his cheek, giving it a subtle sniff. His ears twitch, playful, as his forest-hued eyes bore into you and he clicks his tongue softly. “This? It’s dirty. Dirty clothes gotta go in the wash.”

Apparently not so dirty that it couldn’t touch his face, though. Your lips twitch with the urge to smile.

“Okay, true, but counter-point: I need it right now.” You might be allowed to dress like a slob on the days you’re working from home but that doesn’t mean you can stay dressed like that for any zoom meetings that might pop up – like the one scheduled for an hour from now.

As much as you’re enjoying this, you’re actually expecting Izuku to cave any second now and hand the shirt over.

So it comes as a surprise when one of his dark brows lift, his lids lower, and he says with a curling simper, “What will you give me for it?”

You blink. “Sorry?”

“If you need it so bad, what will you give me for it?” Izuku shakes his head, dark lashes fluttering against his cheeks as he clicks his tongue again. “You’re throwing a wrench in my laundry plans here, Yona. Gotta make it worth my while now the groove has been interrupted.”

He is being so uncharacteristically bold, with such ease, that the only conclusion you can draw is that this is in fact in character for him, just a part of it you’ve yet to encounter.

The realisation makes a flurry of paper-thin wings flutter against your insides. A warm shiver flushes up your arms.

“You’re holding my shirt hostage?!” A laugh tumbles from you before you can stop it. “I’m not gonna reinforce negative habits, no matter how cute you are. Hand it over, buddy.”

You might have thought Izuku would balk, but if anything he seems thrilled at your response. A hand flies to his chest. “Is this what you think of me, Yona? How cruel. I was going to be nice and give it to you but now I have to stand by my initial offer and demand something in exchange.”

You attempt to round the hamper again, taking a step to the right. He takes a step to the left. You are back where you started. This won’t do. Your eyes pin to the shirt, and his gaze follows. A few long, loaded seconds pass by.

“… What do you want?”

Something absolutely devious catches the light in his eyes. His fingers tap against the bunched up material of the shirt. “It’s nothing much.”

“Mhmm. Okay then, what is it?”

“Really, it’s just something small.”’

Your eyes narrow as you pin him with a suspicious look. You’re no longer sure you want to let him lead this negotiation.

“Uh-huh. Okay. Well how about--”

You don’t finish what you’re saying, instead putting all your energy into your legs and lunging at the poor hybrid, attempting to take him by surprise and grab the shirt before he can realise your intention.

“Yona!”

Izuku, like any respectable prey animal would, saw your moves coming from a while away. Unsurprisingly, this gives him a head start as he pivots on his heel and darts away with a delighted laugh.

The little jerk is quick, you’ll give him that, but you’re also not too out of practice with your own cardio. You chase him through a decent portion of the apartment, down hallways and around corners and crying out “Cheating! That’s cheating!” when the hybrid leaps with unfettered grace and sheer athleticism over the couch.

Surprisingly, at some point amongst the laughter and aching limbs, you manage to snatch the shirt. The feeling of victory is brief, though. Izuku immediately takes this as a personal affront and like a classic Tom & Jerry skit you quickly become the one being chased.

“You’re being unreasonable!” you say, yelping inbetween breathless giggles as his fingers graze the skin of your waist. Shit, that was close. Considering he’s a rabbit, he’s way better at chasing than he is at being chased. You skid around a corner and bolt for the hallway that houses the bedrooms. If you can get into your room quick enough, you might just be able to close the door in time to shut him out.

Possibly.

“I’m not the reason negotiations broke down!” Izuku’s ears flop with each bounding step he takes, his eyes bright with mischief and face flushed in slight exertion. You hate how the glimpse of him you see over your shoulder makes your own face heat even more and your gut clench.

A retort is just forming on your tongue when a door opens ahead of you, Shoto’s curious face and one broad shoulder peeking out from behind the doorframe. His mismatched eyes are quick to assess the situation.

“Shoto!” you cry, sending him a look that you hope comes across as pleading and not desperate. “Help!”

He blinks, a lazy smile beginning to tug his lips by the corners, as you bound his way. You think with relief that at least one of the hybrids is on your side. Shoto’s arm shoots out, but instead of stopping the rabbit hot on your heels like you anticipated, it winds around your waist, muscle thick and unforgiving.

“Shoto!” you squawk, your feet dangling as the hybrid winds his other arm around your waist and yanks you from the hallway, your back flush against his chest. “Traitor! I trusted you.”

“Not sure why,” he humms, voice a hypnotic dulcet lull in your ear. He has you lifted so that your eyes are almost even, and he takes the opportunity to nuzzle wherever he can reach, nosing along the column of your neck and below your ear. A shiver rolls down your spine before you can stop it.

“Nice, Sho,” Izuku beams, coming to a stop right before you. A soft thudding noise guides your eyes to the floor, where they catch sight of the hybrids foot thumping against the wood as fast as it physically can. Odd, but somehow terribly cute.

“Finally.”

The rabbit hybrid ignores the shirt still clutched in your grasp and pretty much dives into your neck, nose dragging along the side left empty of Shoto’s own ministrations. A pleased hum rumbles in his chest, and you can’t help but squeak as the single drop of sweat that has formed and begun to slide down your neck is quickly swiped up by his tongue.

You gotta get out of here before you actually explode– your skin feels so flushed you’re sure you have to be only a degree or so away from spontaneous human combustion.

“Are you serious?” you whine, but your worlds tumble into a laugh at the end. Shoto’s hair is beginning to tickle the hell out of you. “You held my shirt hostage because you needed to top up on your scenting? Why didn’t you just ask?”

“Because you’re impatient and tried to steal the shirt before I could,” Izuku snickers, pulling back with a devious grin. You’re so unused to seeing it on his face that it makes your heart skip an actual beat. “I guess you can have it now though. You said you needed it right?”

Oh shit, that’s right.

“Oops, yeah, I do,” you say, beginning to wriggle out of Shoto’s hold. Somewhat reluctantly, he allows you to return to the floor, but his hands remain glued to your hips. “I have a zoom meeting in like half an hour and have to look presentable at least from the waist up.”

Izuku sniffs, sensing this abrupt playtime has now run its course. “Boooo.”

Shoto might have allowed your feet back on the floor, but that didn’t mean he had given up on making sure every square inch of your neck and shoulder carried whatever unique scent he gave off. He suddenly pauses as his nose crosses your pulse point, sniffing softly. Your entire body flushes in response.

“Hm. You smell a little different, Yona.”

Taking his moment of consideration as an opportunity to escape, you slip as gracefully as you can out of his arms. It’s actually a wonder you’re not insulted or embarrassed anymore at the mention of your “smell”. Your brows scrunch a little as you meet his puzzled gaze. “I do? Is it, like… in a bad way?”

“No.” Shoto shakes his head, already reaching for you to pull you back into his arms for round two. You smack his hand gently, your own head now shaking with a smile. He sends you the most criminal ‘kicked puppy’ eyes you’ve ever seen.

“Keep your paws to yourself, sir. I gotta go put this on and finish up some work before the meeting.” You’re already beginning to walk backwards in the direction of your room. They both have the audacity to look kind of bummed, so you bite back a smile and offer instead, “We can cuddle on the couch after I’m finished and watch that anime you guys have been talking about…?”

“Deal,” Shoto says, before Izuku can even blink. The smaller hybrid is then grasped by the shirt and yanked unceremoniously in the bedroom, a meaningful look sent his way when he gives Shoto a questioning glance. “We’ll wait until then. Have fun in the meeting.”

You roll your eyes at the teasing lilt in his tone. He knows you won’t have fun, considering it’s been scheduled for going over some truly tedious training modules. “Sure. See you guys again in like three hours.”

They look a little suspicious, you note as you retreat to your room. You catch sight of them whispering amongst themselves, before they disappear from your view and leave you stewing in your own curiosity.

Man, sometimes you hate working from home. Those two are walking the walking incarnation of temptation.

You find out three days later why you would have smelt different to the heightened senses of your hybrid roommates.

Mother nature has come calling with a bloody fist banging on your door.

You’re a little wary of this cycle, if only because you opted to skip your last one and historically whenever you do that the next one you actually allow to happen arrives with some nasty cramps. You’ve actually already called in sick from work since a migraine has begun to form, along with the typical aches you experience on the first day or so. You desperately crave a coffee too, but know from unfortunate experience that having one is literally the worst idea right now.

The house is quiet, enough so that as you step slowly from your room you think the other two are still asleep. You spent the last three days in the office, which is a little unusual since most of your work occurs from home, and both hybrids have expressed varying degrees of disappointment that you have to spend so much time out of the house.

(It’s endearing that they seem to miss you when you’re gone, but you haven’t told them that.)

A sound behind you has you absolutely jumping out of your skin, ripping you from your thoughts as you spin around with a hand to your galloping heart.

“Yona,” Izuku whines, something hot shooting up your spine at the timbre of his voice as he does so. His hands are clutched together, clothing rumpled and hair somehow even more wild and disrupted than usual. He looks like he quite literally leapt from the sheets the second he heard you awake. “I know this is selfish to ask, but do you really have to leave for work again today?”

You look up to meet his beseeching gaze, allowing a moment for your heart rate to return to normal before responding.

Another rumbling, sleep-addled voice reaches your ears before you can do so. Shoto comes up behind Izuku, ears flicking atop his head as he rubs his eye. Your heart skips a beat at the sight they present, all mussed up and in varying degrees of disarray.

Behave, you have to scold yourself internally. You’re no better than an animal, honestly. Maybe you can pin it on hormones since they’re already making things so miserable for you right now.

“Just so you know, Yona, I am not above bribery, whatever it will take for you to work from home instead of—“ Shoto halts suddenly, heavily-lidded eyes flinging open in alarm. He abruptly surges forward, eyes scanning you from head to toe and hands already reaching out.

“Wait, you’re— Yona, why are you bleeding?!”

“Woah, woah, calm down, I’m okay!” You have to physically grab Shoto’s hands to stop him patting down your body like you’ve just walked through airport security and tripped the scanner. Izuku is quick to dart over with an equally alarmed expression. “I’m not hurt or anything, it’s just the monthly usual. I haven’t had one in a while, so you couldn’t have known, but I should have mentioned it so you weren’t so surprised. I’m sorry.”

You watch as the tension visibly leaves their bodies and they sag in relief. You are immediately gathered into the canine hybrid’s arms, the soothing scent of his conditioner allowing your own muscles to relax.

“Don’t do that again,” he scolds you, but there’s no heat to it. Not like you can actually help it anyway. He buries his face in your hair, a hand coming up to thread through the strands. Izuku’s own hands reach out to rub up and down your back from where he stands. “Thought you were dying, or something.”

Izuku snorts. “Like we wouldn’t notice it if she hurt herself badly enough to bleed like that.”

He pauses, then sniffs the air, face still twisted in concern. “Still, that’s a lot of blood… are you okay? Is that normal?”

“Unfortunately,” you answer, wishing not for the first time that wasn’t the case. Your voice is slightly muffled by the firm muscle of Shoto’s chest. “It’ll be done in a couple days or so, though.”

Shoto suddenly pulls back, thick brows drawn close and eyes pinning you with a look that somehow crosses the realms of both bossy and pouty. You gulp.

“You can’t go to work like this,” he says. It isn’t a question, more like a justification for something he is no doubt about to suggest.

“Already called in sick.” You give him finger guns and a wink, proud of yourself for the bare minimum in this moment.

Izuku’s entire face lights up at your words, and Shoto needs no further prompting to begin herding you into the closest bedroom, that being the one you see him leave most often.

“Wait, I was going out of my room to grab some painkillers–“

“We’ll take care of that,” Izuku hums, winding an arm through yours and pressing his cheek to the side of your head, before slipping away to retrieve said medication. You feel bad about them doing it for you, but you are quite literally too deep in the room at this point to stop them or argue back.

Despite knowing it is, in fact, a bedroom that belongs to you in a way, it feels odd to enter now. It’s no longer your territory, so to speak, so the fact that they are so willingly inviting you in means a lot.

Definitely wouldn’t be complaining if they were bringing me in here for other reasons either— you beat that thought back with a steel bat, cursing the horny monster that has recently taken up residence in the gutters of your brain.

Shoto comes to a stop at the foot of the bed and releases you, turning a critical eye to the mattress and all that sits atop it. The bed is roughly made with a fluffy comforter, and has a generous number of pillows scattered across the surface, including one in the shape of a peach. It looks wonderfully inviting, and you itch to be seated. Shoto wrinkles his nose, and you amend that observation; apparently something is lacking.

He holds your bicep with one hand and points at you with the other. “Stay here.”

You nod, amused, and watch as he leaves the room with cool, swift strides, face neutral. You have to close your eyes in order to summon the strength not to laugh.

His tail was wagging so fast it was practically a blur.

The two of them return at about the same time, Izuku with a suprise item (hot tea) and strip of tablets and Shoto with every single pillow you think you have ever owned piled up in his arms. You decide not to comment, and gratefully take Izukus offered goods as Shoto tears into the bed in an effort to get it ‘up to par’.

“Okay, it’s ready – get in.”

A few minutes later has you turning to take in Bed: Version 2.0. Your eyebrows shoot up at how he actually managed to fit most of the pillows on there while still making it look comfortable. Some pillows didn’t make the cut apparently, the peach one being one of them. That makes you kind of sad.

Shoto stands expectantly to the side, hand grasping the cover and keeping it pulled back for you. Izuku’s foot rapidly thumps on the floor before he is scurrying over to the other side and giving you a similar look of anticipation to his companion.

You can’t bite back the smile that breaks on your face as you follow their instructions and climb in, nestling right in the centre. Izuku dives in beside you, careful not to disrupt your drink on the bedside table, and winds his arm around you. The heat coming off them is incredibly pleasant, and you almost think you might not need a heat pack later after all.

Shoto pauses before climbing in, pointing at you with a tilt of his head. “Speak now if there is anything else you need to do, because I am feeling severely touch-starved and I don’t plan on stopping this cuddle session until at least one of us is asleep or three hours have passed.”

You snort, and his lips twitch. “I can’t guarantee I won’t have to get up at some point during that time but I otherwise agree to those terms.”

Shoto nods, apparently pleased with your cooperation and willingness to be a human teddy bear for the better part of the day, and proceeds to imitate Izuku by climbing into bed and clinging onto you like a koala.

“Excellent,” he rumbles, a pleased sound coming from his chest. “We have an alliance, then.”

Well, that’s what he said, but you can only pray he remembered agreeing to let you up when you need the bathroom later. Sleep Shoto is an entirely different breed.

The second the painkillers begin to kick in, you are drifting off to sleep again. Warmth, comfort and safety carry you into a dreamless slumber.

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pinkykats-place · 1 year

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bnha hybrid x human reader

18+ Tumblr Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked are mine.

All contain mature content / smut.

Mostly afab readers, but some gn.

Gif not mine.

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Boku no Hero Academia

Home Sweet Home

Puppy!Kirishima x Chubby!Reader

Warnings: smut (panty-sniffing, crotch-sniffing, breeding kink, scent kink?) dubcon, not proofread

Exploring Eachother

Mershark Kirishima x Human AFAB Reader

Hybrid Cow Kirishima w/ Farmer Reader HC

W: Breeding Kink, Milking (His Dick and His Tits), Lactation Kink

Kitty Hybrid!Bakugou

Tags: Smut, fluff, imagine, ‘thinking about…’

bad behavior, good reward

puppy! natsuo todoroki x gn! reader

cw/tw: soft dom reader, needy sub + dog hybrid natsuo, hints of scent kink

Heat

Cow Hybrid!Sub!Shigaraki x gn!Dom!Reader

Warning(s): Anal Fingering, Cock Milking, Male Lactation, Overstimulation

Hybrid Headcanons

ft. AIZAWA, SHINSO, DABI and SHIGARAKI

Note: Contains some NSFW when it comes to their ruts

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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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mysicklove-main · 1 year

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New chapter of Your New Pack!! (i can't figure out how to make the link look nice, but its chapter 16 lol)

#idk why the link looks wierd #hybrid!au #keigo x reader #hawk hybrid! Keigo #bnha fanfiction #kirishima x reader #Dog hybrid! Kirishima #katsuki bakugo x reader #Wolf hybrid! Bakugou #shoto todoroki x reader #Panther hybrid! Todoroki #izuku midoriya x reader #bunny hybrid! Midoriya #ao3

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ayasuki · 6 months

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6th Bakugou x Reader FANFIC RECS

some are short but they're good hehe (most of these are suggestive :P)

> • 𝑹𝒆𝒄 𝑳𝒊𝒔𝒕

" Dream Eater " by justatypicaltrash

dream eater!bakugou x reader

warning: slight angst

bakugo is an eternal living dream eater.

" I Like You, Okay?! " by kikyo-bnha-imagines

bakugou x fem!reader

summary: katsuki struggles to confess to his crush.

" Workshopped Romance " by itsmm4hiii

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

summary: working for a hero costume designer has its perks like; meeting heroes, playing with cool technologies, getting you're name out- y/n didn't really expect her own boss will try and hook her up with a customer.

" Blood Moonlit, Must be Counterfeit " by irisintheafterglow

pro-hero!bakugou x reader

warning: swearing ofc cuz it's bakugo, mentions of drinking and alcohol, halloween party, first meeting, emotionally constipated katsuki and reader is kinda oblivious lol

summary: a guy at a party has a really good dynamight costume, and you two get to talking about your favorite heroes.

WARNING | beneath the cut are slightly suggestive to full on smut fics

" no title " by moominsuki

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: ch. 359-362 spoilers kinda. a little suggestive but fluff all around

summary: katsuki hates being off the job. but what he hates more is being treated like glass, especially by you.

" as the years go by " by quitesins

pro-hero!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: suggestive, slight nsfw, friends to lovers, unrequited love ig? virgin!reader, drabble

summary: being friends with bakugou since UA, watching each other change as the years go by, but still having room to learn more, so much more.

" no title " by izvmimi

warning: palace drama au, multiple wives, fem!reader, brief explicit sex.

" One More Time " by yanderenightmare

warning: derogatory dirty talk, spanking, angsty but with a fluffy ending

" no title " by dreamland03

bakugou x reader

warning: mention of sex like once, drinking, mention of trauma, bad self image

" Come Sit " by saturnorbits

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: cock-warming

summary: after a long day, all you need is bakugo.

" Feral " by smiley-babe

wolfhybrid!bakugou x fem!reader

warnings: aged up characters, lowkey monster fucking (hybrid bakugo has wolf ears, a tail, and fangs), knotting, HUGE breeding kink, no specific dynamics, biting, small blood kink (if you squint), marking/ bonding, heat/ rut behavior, panty sniffing, kind of rough sex, oral (f receiving), and fingering

summary: taking in a wolf hybrid already didn’t seem like a good idea, but when spring hits… all hell breaks loose.

" Personal Trainer!BKG " by bakubunny

personal trainer!bakugou x plus size!fem!reader

warning: oral sex (m receiving), rough sex.

" On To Better Things " by savnofilter

prohero!dilf!bakugou x fem!reader

warning: angst, strangers to lovers

sfw | toxic & abusive relationship, toxic baby daddy, mentions postpartum, mental health, arguing, mentions of legal proceedings, counseling, drama, cultural family expectations, love bombing, manipulation, a man being a hypocrite, reader low-key needs a new circle of people around them but that's neither here nor there, reader loves their daughter to pieces </3, reader's daughter is a hand full but we stan!, reader spaces out a lot, "our kids are best friends but we never met before and so happen to be single" trope.

nsfw | fingering, cunnilingus, groping, praise kink, reader has multiple orgasms (2, hinted 4), reader is a bit shy as it's been awhile and feels nervous, vocal queen reader, clothed sex, protected sex, comforting!bakugo, non-established relationship.

" Swipe Right " by ryukatters

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: dubcon, quirkless/college! au, jealousy, possessiveness, breeding, creampie, unprotected sex, cum eating, cunnilingus, overstimulation, praise, biting, bkg gets a little rough with you, and bkg's also a fucking simp

summary: your boyfriend decides to make a fake tinder profile for you just to see how many matches you get. he comes to a realization just how many other people want what’s already his.

" no title " by katbakubae

bakugou x fem!reader

warning: language, dom!bakugou, possessiveness, jealousy, (mild) stalking, name calling, spanking, rough oral.

summary: sick of your boyfriends lack of time with you because of his busy schedule, you decided to take some time for yourself. unfortunately, letting that happen was never an option for him.

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bakubunny · 3 months

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hi. can you recommend some of your mutuals? i'm looking for some new blogs to follow

this isn’t a full list of mutuals, but these were the individuals i thought of offhand! if you’re tagged an i missed something you want me to mention let me know.

@dcsiremc writes mostly for bnha and jjk. if you like my content and you’re not following her, where have you been, honestly? 😆 another great writer of daddy kink, dilfs, age play, pet play, hybrids, and yandere!characters… and the occasional primal play when she dabbles into it. also a great artist!

@neon-gothicc mostly writes fluff, but has dabbled in her fair share of smut with more to come. a fantastic writer, friendly, and will gush with you about your favorite self ships. she’s one of the reasons i am still a little sick over werewolf bakugo. special mention for shoving me into the deep end of hybrids. occasionally does art and cooking too!

@heartofjasmina is the reason i was convinced of daddy!bakugo enough to write him (…and she’s part of the reason this page has devolved into what you see now). a fantastic writer of short drabbles in a wide variety of fandoms with both fluff and smut. one of my favorite series she’s done is bkg x gardener!reader au. it’s so sweet.

@thenamesmiz does art and writing! mostly fluff, but the times she’s dipped into smut have been lovely. super friendly and likes to gush about fluffy self ships, so say hello if you like bnha, jjk, or sk8!

@zazter-den / @dizazter-dragoon is a fellow eorzean who writes for bnha as well as other fandoms. fantastic hybrid & monster writing. if you like ffxiv, stop on by.

@arlerts-angel doesn’t write bnha anymore, but i can promise you she’s worth a follow if you like aot and tokyo revengers. she’s a great writer, a kind person, and likes to interact with her readers regularly, so say hi if you follow!

@i-literally-cant-with-this is another fantastic writer who covers a multitude of fandoms. i don’t dip into other fandoms much outside of bnha, and i can guarantee her m.list is worth a binge read session.

@pastelbakugou / @pastelbakugou-sfw is a lovely writer who specializes in sturdy hero and boom boom gremlin (kiribaku). also a great writer of d/s dynamics if you like to read that as well!

@aquadenks is one of my favorite denki writers hands down. from fluff to angst to smut, luke covers a lot of denki and does it so well.

@doumadono writes for multiple fandoms and is fantastic at it. if you’re looking for comfort fluff with some spicy sundays, she’s your girl!

@sunflower-emoji is newer to tumblr, but a great writer! she’s the primary reason you’re seeing so much shoto content with no end in sight. 😅 stop on by to say hello!

@blkkizzat is an outstanding jjk writer. just trust me, ok. go follow, go read, go do all the things! toji & choso simps, you’ll love her stuff. rejoice.

@angelltheninth writes for a wide variety of fandoms and is absolutely fantastic. seriously. stop on by for sfw and nsfw works alike. everything from bnha to star wars to marvel. there’s bound to be something you’ll love.

@mostlyheinous got hit with the ban hammer a while ago, but she’s back. an outstanding dark content writer. one of my favorite dabi writers when i’m looking for him specifically.

@dabislittlemouse is another dark content writer who, if you like dabi and you like dc, you should be following. she has lovey works!

eta @honeeslust bc i swore you were already on here when i drafted this?? so i’m fixing it. 😭 she’s another lovely jjk writer. give her fics some love, they’re worth a read!

#asks #fic recs #bnha #jjk #aot #tokyo revengers #bllk #mha

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mhathotfic · 1 year

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Can I request an heifer reader that has two newborn sons? (It can be fluff if you want!)

She was moved from her old farm because hers was abusive and with that she grew more aggressive, if anyone or any of the cows/bulls she will nip them hard or kicks them and with that bakugo starts to have a liking to them and is willing to wait for her to warm up to him and will father her two calf’s?

(If not you can ignore this plus I love your stories!!)

Only because I miss Bakubull, but fun fact! Only young cows who haven’t had a calf yet are called heifers. Just fluff for now but if anyone wants to give me a reason to make a smutty little sequel I wouldn’t be opposed

Warnings: swearing, mentions of past abuse, hybrid au, hybrids being kept as live stock, fem reader with she/her pronouns, written with plus size reader in mind, single mom! reader technically a cliffhanger ending

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x reader

“My boys aren’t going anywhere with you!” she had snorted and snuffed at some pushy bull her first day there. Nipping and snapping when he tried to push her anyways in some sort of asinine attempt to show her he was no threat, because obviously a frightened young mother with her background is gone accept some assholes ‘help’ with her calves when he’s stupidly grabbing for them with insistence that he could help.

Like something like that doesn’t potentially lead to something awful happening to those calves. Like she hasn’t been through traumatic shit at her last farm that made her apprehensive to trust anyone but herself and her newborns.

Not the other cows who cooed at the sight of the new babes and offered help with the feedings, and certainly not any bull who’s motivates where unclear and very well could be an attempt to gain a new cow to breed instead of genuine care.

Bakugou found himself watching in silent wonder and slight disgust as they all crowded it her like they weren’t told how they needed to be careful and patient with her. It was beyond him how he, a bull who was the picture perfect example of his title, had internalized this when the ‘non-problem’ cattle hadn’t.

He would have stopped it himself by intervening, but before he could even stand to move, she was kicking up dirt as a warning before charging the larger bull for not taking her seriously. Her horns just nubs in comparison to his and her stature much smaller, but she held her own and proved appoint.

And maybe that’s what sparked his interest? Maybe it was the gentle way she regarded her boys? The little hint of joy in her eyes which she goes a particularly enjoyable treat that hinted at what she was like before the trauma?

Or maybe it was the fact she was a touch like himself not too long ago, scared and confused and covering it up with aggression to create a sense of superiority and strength so no one touched her or those calves.

Whatever it was it had him in a vicious little vice grip.

“You know, those idiots are wrong for how they’ve gouged about it, but they have a point”.

“And how the hell do you know that huh? How do I even know if you’re any different?”

He shrugged at that, watching her boys playing with the ring toys their handlers gave them, she didn’t have any reaction to trust him like she said but he was determined to prove her wrong.

“It’s been what? Four? Five months? None of us have done anything wrong yet”.

“Doesn’t mean you won’t, last place was good until it wasn’t too”.

“Well you didn’t have me there did you? I’ll killed anyone before they lay a finger on those calves or you”.

She snorted at that. He’s hung around them and kept other’s from bothering her and the boys, an attempt to win her over to breed her then throw her aside to be picked on by the other buzzards that called themselves cattle. He was self serving like any other bull, she was sure.

“Stop thinking I’m like the rest, you have that written all over your face princess” he huffed cutting her off before a word passed her parted lips. “Don’t fuckin’ care how long it takes, I’ll prove I’m better than them. Promise I’ll take care of those boys if you let me, take good care of you too”.

And maybe it was that soft little gleam, more of a glimmering spark, in his carmine eyes, but she wanted him to. It didn’t seem so bad an idea to let him father her boys, maybe even give her some of his own if he were so lucky. A thought that flustered her greatly when it ran through her head.

#katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #tw hybrid au

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officialabortive · 1 month

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Fostering wolfdog!Bakugou would lead do premature greys, methinks.

Bakugou's only here in the first place because he was found incapacitated with his head wound up in a snare wire. Even after treatment he couldn't be released back to the wild due to the increasing number of hybrid poachers. The vet recommended a good fostering program, the one you happened to be volunteering at.

He's in no way domestic and will bite at the hand who feeds him. Literally.

You were told to keep the muzzle on him, not that you'd be able to get close enough to remove it in the first place. It's cold metal bars are clearly irritating to have on his face all day, but there can't be any risk of bites before he's gotten all his shots.

Having grown among grass and soil, bakugou finds the things In your house incredibly intriguing. He spent over an hour opening and closing a closet door, just trying to figure out how it works. The concept of a light switch looked to be exceptionally fascinating. Their's no way of knowing what's going on in his head but with the way he went room to room investigating each light that bewildered look said all. This big pup probably thinks you're holding little peices of the sun captive. You can tell he is obviously seeing spots from staring directly at them for so long when he starts bumping into things. One can only hope his vision hasn't been impaired.

Just as any wild animal would, bakugou likes to... mark his territory...

Unfortunately for you, the place the hybrid deemed best to be "his" is none other then your bedroom. The room that holds most of your day to day essentials. The room that is now inaccessible due to the growing beast atop your his bed. Even with the muzzle restricting his attacks, those claws —even though clipped by the vet— could separate flesh from bone. That's not a risk worth taking for the sake of a change of clothes. Your only option was to wear the laundry on top of the washing machine that you'd been to lazy to fold and put away.

#this isnt done but i haven't been posting so ill let u guys have it anyway #for now imma go to sleep #hybrid bakugou #hybrid au #bnha #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #mha #bakugou drabble #bakugo fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #bakugou #Katsuki x reader #Katsuki bakugou x reader

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anniebear-92 · 1 year

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Paw Prints

Part one of... I'm not sure yet? I was going to make this a one shot, but I ended up writing a lot more than I planned so it's going to be a fic. Short one but maybe 3-4 parts? Stay tuned :)

Overview:

While walking home one night in the rain, you find a very sickly cat laying in a destroyed box tucked into an alley. Being the pet lover you are, you rush the cat home to nurse him back to full health. Once recovered the cat begins to show his true colors of a bristly, attitude ridden cat who would more likely be a Pomeranian in another life. After several shenanigan ridden months with the cat, who is strangely attentive and extremely intelligent, you wake one day to your cat missing. In his place... an extremely handsome man. One who has seen all your embarrassing moments and just won't seem to let you live them down...

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugo x Reader

Warnings: SFW, possibly eventual NSFW. Fluff, swearing. Female reader mentioned but I try to keep majority of it neutral. Quirkless AU, Hybrids are rare and not known to the world.

Length: To be determined.

Part One: New Beginnings

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The rain beats down on the cement sidewalk with a vengeance as your fingers tightened around the umbrella handle, curling in on yourself with a shiver. The weather had been quite dreary for the last few days and the only reason for leaving the apartment this evening had been the low volume in your fridge. With some grumbles and a pair of rain boots you had made the executive decision to trudge out into the nasty weather for a trip to the grocery store. Said building was just around the corner, the bright lights a beacon of a safe temporary haven from the elements as the doors closed with a chime alerting your arrival. The teenage cashier at the counter gave a brief and uninterested greeting while you crossed to the aisle containing your selections.

A few items into the basket later you decided on just enough for tonight's meal and tomorrow would be just that, tomorrow's problem. With a sigh the cashier began ringing up your purchases, leaving you a moment to peer around the store to avoid awkward exchanges with the employee who would obviously rather be anywhere than their paying job. A small object in the display for impulse buys caught your attention, a plastic stick with a tiny ball of shiny fibers sat tilted in the rack. A sad smile crossed your face while shifting the cat toy's packaging upright in the display.

The item brought back memories of your first ever pet who had recently passed, vision blurring slightly as your fingers lightly tapped the object, so the attached bell jingled. The thought of getting another pet had crossed your mind, however unsure if you were ready for that just yet had nagged at the back of your mind.

Your hand fell to your side quickly as if burned when the cashier interrupted with an annoyed clearing of their throat.

"I asked if there was anything else you needed today?" With an embarrassed smile and a quick shake of your head, you finished the transaction and scurried out of the store. The cashier rolling their eyes and going back to their phone as you opened the umbrella once more to brave the elements.

Splashes of water from your boots hitting the wet ground were one of the few sounds heard in this late hour, besides the occasional car driving by disturbing the standing water in the streets. Only a few blocks until home where you could shed these cold damp clothes and put together the simple dinner with the ingredients in the bag. Followed by a warm blanket, maybe some hot chocolate and a good movie before bed. Hell, you may even have the ice cream you've been saving in the back of the freezer.

All your plans went right out the proverbial window when a faint wail of an animal in clear pain stopped you dead in your tracks. When nothing but the soft patter of rain resumed, the possibility of the sound being simply a trick of your mind crossed your thoughts. After waiting another short moment, you took a few steps once again towards home only to hear the wail once more, this time just barely louder than before. Almost like something was trying to get your attention.

To your left was a small alleyway filled with trash cans for some of the above apartments, some debris scattered around the area. Stepping just in between the buildings you attempted to locate the sound of the noise, wary if it was a sick racoon or animal waiting to bite you for your attempts to help.

"Hello?" Your voice echoed off the brick of the buildings, hoping to coax the animal to make more noise so you could locate it. A soft meow in response brought your attention to a very soggy cardboard box, holding on by barely a prayer as the rain continued to beat it down slowly but surely. "Are you in there?" You asked softly, knowing full well the animal was not going to answer your question like "Yes! I am here!"

Lifting the wet flap, your heart squeezed at the sight. Inside was a small curled up ball of fur, caked in mud and shivering heavily as its body huffed in obvious labored breathing. "Oh, you poor baby." You cooed, bending your knees to squat lower to the ground in the hopes to get a better look.

The cat had clearly been outside for a long time, though it did not look to be too old, a year maybe. Possibly a few at most, but the cat was clearly sick from the lazy look in its barely open eyes. You slowly reached out and brushed your fingers into the cat's once light-colored fur, now stained with the brown of dirt and grime from the streets. The cat simply raised its head ever so sluggishly, strikingly crimson eyes met yours to your surprise. Never in your life had you seen a cat with such a colored pair, especially ones that showed such exhaustion and a hint of pleading. Almost as if the cat was asking 'Please get me out of here.'

Unable to leave the poor animal you quickly adjusted your plastic bag on the crook of your arm and closed the umbrella. You collapsed the object and threw it into the bag as well, not caring if the packaging inside got a little wet since your home was only a few blocks at most now.

"I'm going to pick you up now… please don't bite me." You spoke softly as you offered your hand to the cat who still watched you closely, it's eyes closing slowly as they lowered their head back to the ground with a soft huff. Taking that as a sign the cat would not fight your help, you gave it a few slow pets before sliding your hands underneath and picking the cat up gently. The animal barely awknowledged you as you held it close, wrapping your coat around the poor creature.

Making haste you rounded the corner and hurried for home, taking the stairs two at a time while holding your precious cargo to your chest tightly. Digging the keys from your pocket and shoving them into the lock, it opened with a click then shut with a bang as you closed it with the heel of your rain boot. Dropping the bag of food by the door you rushed into the hall to pull some fresh towels from the top shelf. Wrapping the shivering creature tightly you lay it on the couch after a quick rub down to dry up some of the water clinging to it's dirty fur. Pulling up an emergency vet line on your phone, a few rings and a discussion with a vet later you had your plan of action to help the cat.

You were told if the cat gets any worse to bring it in, but getting the cat warm, some food and clean water should help with fighting off any infection it may currently have from the elements. However a trip to the vet the next morning would definetly be in the books. Bath would have to wait as it could lower or raise the cat's tempature too fast and make the sickness worse. If it makes it though the night, you could give it a nice warm bath.

Giving the animal time to warm in the fluffy towels, you finally put away the food from the store and began digging through some cupboards. With a soft exclamation of happiness, you found what you were looking for. Luckily you still had a few cans of wet food left from before your cat passed away, perfect for sick little fur babies. After confirming the expiration date was still valid, you dumped the contents into a food dish and one with water while thanking everything that you didn't have to go back into the rain.

With slow steps as not to startle the cat you stepped next to the couch to see the ball of fur had finally stopped shaking, a good sign that their temperature was regulating to better heights. You placed the food and water above the bundle where two lone ears peeked out from the towel, the rest of its face hidden away. Though not for long as audible sniffing could be heard, followed by the ears turning into a full head as it appeared interested in the food. A few testing sniffs at the bowl of offerings proved sufficient enough as it began tearing into the food as if the first meal in a long time, which... it most likely was.

You took the opportunity to step away to let the cat eat and not crowd or make them feel uncomfortable. Getting bit was one of the last things you wanted today, or ever. It didn't take long to prepare your meal, by the time you had dropped the first item into the pan the cat had finished scarfing down their food and lapping up every drop of water from the bowls. It was now lazily curled up into a tight ball, eyes closed to get some much-needed rest. You designed that the cat would be taking up the couch for the rest of the evening, deciding to just eat your food and get some sleep yourself. Placing your finished bowl into the sink you checked on the cat one final time, seeing the cat's body rise and fall made you feel soft joy inside. Maybe you didn't feel ready for another cat, but it's what you needed.

Praying the cat made it through the night, you changed into some night clothes for bed and crawled into blankets of your own. Tomorrow would be bath time for kitty, a trip to the vet and pick up some supplies that you didn't already have. You had planned to throw out your previous animal's things when it had gotten too hard after losing them, however you just couldn't bring yourself to actually go through with it in the end.

The next morning your eyes cracked slowly, taking in the sunlight peeking through the curtains. It was no longer raining thank goodness, the dreary weather was getting old. Sitting up in bed the memories of the night before came rushing back to you. Throwing back the blankets you hopped out of the bed, gripped the door handle and took a deep inhale to calm yourself in preparation if the creature did not make it through the night.

Opening the door and stepping into the hall you made your way back into the living room. The couch still held the towels now caked in dried mud, though missing one ball of fur.

"Kitty?" You called out, hoping it didn't hide somewhere and pass on. A couple calls later continued to go unanswered before you huffed, collecting the towels and throwing them into the laundry basket beside the washer in the hallway closet. Begining your search, you lifted the reclining chair beside the couch, peered under the couch with your phone's flashlight and around the kitchen island. No luck in the living area so you moved to check the remaining rooms in the apartment, the bathroom, your room and the spare. No luck in either your room or the bathroom so you moved on to the spare bedroom across from your own.

"Come on Kitty, please just give me a sign you're still with the living!" You groaned before getting down on your knees and peering under the bed, with a yelp you sat back up quickly when a dirty paw had swiped out at your face from under the frame.

Good to know the cat is alive and energetic enough to attack you so early in the morning. Rubbing your cheek that the claws had barely missed you peered back under again, this time giving the cat proper distance.

"Well, hello there Mister grumpy pants, how are you today?" You watched as the cat sat on its haunches, those bright crimson colored eyes narrowed at you showed significantly more life than the previous evening. "Are you hungry?" You asked once again as the cat's tail flicked dangerously as if responding 'I can't talk dumbass.'

You nodded taking that as a yes and picked yourself off the floor. Back in the living room you collected the empty dishes from the couch and filled them with the contents of a new can. Setting the food down you watched as the cat peered around the corner suspiciously, not sure on you just yet. Stepping away from the food you sat down on the couch after making sure not to sit in any ruminants of mud or dirt.

Satisfied, you watched as the cat inspected the food before peering over at you to make sure you were nowhere near before digging into the food once again. The water was given quick work as well before the cat strolled lazily into the living area and taking residence on your reclining chair.

You still had yet to give said kitty a bath and a trip to the vet was needed to make sure the cat was healthy. So unfortunately, you would need to piss off the cat who clearly didn't trust you yet in order to do so. Drawing a bath in the sink you set out all the supplies needed so you could get the cat in and out without hopefully injury to you or the soon to be upset fur ball. Or… more upset than it already was.

After picking up the snoozing feline you played a game of hold on to the bucking cat while trying to scrub all the dirt and grime from it's fur. The cat was surprisingly a very light blonde in color once the dark brown had been scrubbed away, soft tiger stripe markings were visible in places around it's face and tail. On accident and also to the cat's annoyance, you made the discovery it was actually a male cat. Drying the cat off in the towel you had prepared earned you a very nasty glare from the feline.

Making sure he was nice and dry, you stowed your caturrito into a carrier and started your journey to the vet. Low growls and hisses were a constant during the ride to the vet in the car. You spoke to him gently letting him know you were taking him somewhere to make sure he was healthy and then you would take him home so he could go hide all he wanted. Your response was some more growls and the occasional swipe of a paw between the door wire as if he was trying to unlock the cage.

Once you finally arrived at the vet, the receptionist asked for the cat's name to check him in. You told her undetermined since you had just found him, and she nodded letting you know she would also check for a microchip to see if he had a previous owner. The poor nurse earned herself some scratches while coaxing him out of the carrier and the vet didn't fare any better. They ended up giving him a tiny shot to calm his nerves and the rest of the visit went fairly smoother.

The vet announced he had an infection, prescribed some antibiotics and that he would recover quickly with lots of rest, food and clean water now that he's inside. He didn't have a microchip, so the cat was released back to your care and the two of you returned home. The ride back home was much quieter with a half-asleep angry bean instead of a wide-awake angry bean. You placed the kennel by the front door and left the cage open so he could exit whenever he was ready.

He finally exited the kennel while you were busy making lunch, his glare boring into the side of your head. You flashed him a smile before turning back to finish up the food and sitting at the island with your bowl. The cat had hopped onto the counter and was now sitting across the space, his eyes flicking between your food and face. "No Sir." You spoke sternly as his ear twitched with your words, his tail flicking quickly behind him. "You have a full bowl down there."

His eyes followed where you pointed only to return back to the bowl sat before you. His tail flicked back and forth while those carmine eyes shined a hint of mischievous intentions. Seeing the impending danger of your meal, you stood and rounded the counter to pick him up off the surface. He let out a yelp of surprise before thrashing around in your grip with sounds of clear annoyance. You placed him on the floor near his food while he took a swipe at your foot for picking him up unannounced.

Chuckling softly at the spit fire of a cat, you returned to the counter to resume eating. From the corner of your eye, the cat had begun sniffing the food once more before turning its nose to the air and almost stomping away in disgust. You startled just a bit when he hopped up back into his spot across from you, his eyes now flicking to your food once again. With a sigh, you stood to pick up his bowl and slid it before him.

"Here we can eat together!" Flashing him a bright smile while taking your place, his eyes dropping to the bowl at his paws before raising back to you with a 'Are you serious? You expect me to eat this crap?'

Cocking a brow, you began the stare down with the feline while you slowly chewed on a noddle. Without breaking his stoic expression, he shifted a paw forward while flexing around the bowl slowly.

"Don't do it mister!" Shooting him a warning glare, the male began slowly shifting the bowl towards the edge with his paw. "No don't do th-" Before you could snatch the bowl to save it from an untimely demise, the furry terrorist made a sudden jerk of the paw, and the bowl went crashing to the floor.

With a deep exhale you began sweeping up the mess with the perpetrator watching the entire time. You swore he wore a small smirk while his tail continued to flick behind him warningly as to the mischievous glint still shining in his eyes. Standing slowly with dustpan in hand you paused briefly at face level. "You're quite the asshole."

You earned a swipe to the face, his small toe beans connecting with your cheek. He had thankfully kept his claws sheathed, so the little shit had just given you bitch slap essentially.

"Yep, total asshole." Grumbling you thew away the broken pieces of the bowl only to find your meal gone, and a very satisfied cat licking his lips.

A loud groan of frustration left you as you snatched the bowl and placed it in the sink. "I was done anyway!" You stomped away to the couch, collapsing on the cushion with your arms crossed. You flicked on the television while continuing to contemplate your life's decisions of bringing in the little furry butthead.

A mewl earned your attention as you now found the reason for your irritation sitting on the arm rest beside you. Turning your head you huffed, not wanting to reward his behavior with positive attention. Your eyes remained glued to the show you were barely watching as a slight pressure on your thigh startled you. The cat crawled into your lap, curling up with his long fluffy tail wrapping around his face. He peeked one of those beautiful vermillion eyes at you before closing them once again. This little shit knew exactly what he was doing. You exhaled before finally running your fingers over the length of the cat's body. His fur was so fine and extremely soft as you continued to thread your fingers through over and over. He may be an asshole, but he was a cute asshole.

"What should I name you huh?" You mused, watching the little sleepy face while he ignored you.

"Prince?" You wondered aloud, earning a huff from the cat.

"Garfield?" Another huff.

"Princess?" He opened an eye again and hissed as you chuckled.

"Alright, alright I was just joking. Should name you spawn of Satan." The cat bat at your fingers this time with claws and you yanked them away with a hiss. "Definitely spawn."

He settled once more, your fingers now scratching behind his ear. "Well, you are a little explosive shit… Bakugo?" He peeked an eye open once more before closing them and making himself more comfortable. A low rumble filled the room as you realized the feline rolling in your lap was purring!

With a content smile on your face, you began scratching his cheek as the purring only got louder from there.

"Welcome home Bakugo."

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This is my first standalone fic here so please let me know what you think! If you want it to continue, I do have a couple parts planed out already, so I'll hopefully be posting them soon if they do well. Thank you for reading!

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zazter-den · 9 months

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See Options Below. First/Only Interaction Votes Welcome, Not Closed to Moots.

Option One: Hybrid!Izuku really is just your new coworker. Thinks Katsuki is too mean for a sweet thing like you. Clark Kent of the café, dreams of your thighs wrapped around his neck if you just gave him the chance. Izuku is a polite but firm wall between you and Katsuki when the tiger hybrid visits the shop.

Option Two: Unbeknownst to you, Hybrid!Izuku is the actual owner of the café. Noticing you behind the scenes, he decided to "apply" as a barista to spend time with you. Hates Bakugou making trouble for his barista, in his café. Ready to leg sweep Bakugou, and then passive-aggressively ask "Kacchan" if he ok when his ass hitting the ground makes you turn around. Once you're closing up, he's itching to bend you over the counter and slurp til the cool stone is the only thing keeping you up, your legs turned wobbly jelly 2 orgasms ago.

Either choice: Izuku is gonna love scenting you with citrus and evergreen, convincing you he's the better choice, and quick to point out to Bakugou that you're unmated and fair game. For Now.

Context: Cat Bath pt. 1

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shutit-haha · 7 months

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WBakugo pt.4

Ok, really really liked the idea of reader having like this senior father figure hybrid. And Aizawa just fits the role so perfectly in my brain. Obviously hybrid AU seeing as how that's my latest obsession.

Aizawa stood behind you all tall and gloomy, his ears were lost in his wild hair, hands shoved deep into the front pocket of his pants. He really didn't want to be here, truthfully you no longer wanted to be here either. All that was left was for Eri to get tired out- whenever it is that happens.

"So why don't you have ears," the lady asked. You had been forced to conversate with her as Aizawa clearly wasn't going to respond to her. She was a loud and ignorant woman, it was clear the two of you weren't blood related yet she had the audacity to ask such a question.

"Adopted," you gave her your best curtesy smile.

"Who adopted who," she chortled loudly, elbowing you in the ribs playfully.

Ok now she was overstepping boundaries. "I'm sorry did you need something?" Aizawa was a looming figure now, darkness practically oozing from him, it encased the poor woman. Swallowed her whole.

"Oh well you see- I came over here to- I figured I could shimmy," she shook her shoulder, "on over to- well I- I must be going." Her mouth shut, thin lips vanishing with her tight expression. She was gone and there was Eri skipping back over to your side.

"Ok, I'm ready to go now." She smiled up at the two of you brightly, the skirt of her new dress twirling around her. "The bigger kids are rolling in," she grumbled peering over her shoulder back at the direction she came from.

"Yeah it is getting kind of late," you took her hand. Aizawa said nothing he simply took her other hand and followed you out. It was all fine and dandy until you reached the car. Your phone had started ringing, vibrating aggressively in your pocket. It was a private number you didn't recognize. "Hello?"

"Yes are you.."

The officer sounded older and clearly skeptical. "I am, and why are you-"

"Well we have a young man here who claims to be yours."

What in the hell were they talking about. "Excuse me?" You didn't own any kids, the closest thing you had to one was buckling up in the car right now.

"Goes by the name of Katsuki Bakugo?"

There's no fucking way. He said he had a license. Why the hell is he giving people your name!? Why is he giving the police your name!?

"Is any of this ringing a bell," the officer sounded tired now.

"Uh... yes Ma'am sorry I uh- I'm out with family currently but I will be right there." You gave a curtesy smile despite it being a voice call, giving Aizawa such a large pleading look. His cat ears twitched shifting to a more alert position. It did little to better your mood.

"Right well he's being contained at precinct 692."

"Ok, thank you Ma'am, really thank you." You hung up, jaw on the floor, blinking in disbelief.

"Why are your friend's getting arrested," he was so blunt and monotone. Where was that caring Dad part of him that would word that just a bit better for you? Weren't you clearly in shock?

"I wish you wouldn't use those," you pointed at his cat ears- though only able to see their tips. "For things like this."

"Who's Bakugo?" He shuts the car door (so Eri can't hear) placing his arms up on top so he can lean in and glare at you. "Why is he in Jail? And why is he suddenly your responsibility?"

"Can't you just drop me off, please." Those wide eyes from when you were a child. "Can't you use that reputation of yours to get me out of this pickle, preferably no questions asked." You bat your lashes at him.

"Not happening." He blinks dryly, and you reach into your pocket for some eye drops. "If I'm dropping you off I'm walking in."

"That means you have to use your noble reputation," you say it all sing-songy.

"That means you have to explain," he mocks you in that same tuneful voice.

"Please Dad," you're begging.

"Absolutely not," he gets in the driver's seat. For a brief moment you stand there, contemplating what the right decision is here. He starts the car, and begrudgingly you open the passenger side door plopping down into your seat.

"Tell me about the kid," he swallows thickly, hands tight on the wheel.

"Met him in a snowstorm."

"That night you came late?" He side eyes you and you bite back any remarks about it.

"When I arrived later the next day? Yes sir."

"You don't have to address me like that," his shoulders eased up. He was forcing himself to relax hoping his body language would rub off on you. Yes he was pissed but that didn't matter.

"Sorry," it was a habit that was stuck with you. Aizawa hadn't taught it to you, yet it remained nonetheless. Eri wasn't the only one here who had been robbed of dreams and given nightmares. Aizawa saved you, for that you are forever in his debt. The best child he could ever ask for. "Some di- dude," you glanced back at Eri. "This 'catcher' was being all hostile- just a total bigot, was bothering him about being licensed-"

"Was he," Aizawa cuts you off.

"mhm," you nodded, "he showed me them later."

"When," a low growl, it was slight something you had to teach yourself how to notice.

"I stayed the night at his place," you mumbled.

"Doing?"

"What if I said something unholy?" The car swerved nearly going into the wrong lane. "I was joking! I was joking! I slept in a guest bedroom," you put your hand over your heart, "honest to God."

Another side eye from your Father.

"Anyways I jumped in and claimed he was mine, as a thank you gesture he allowed me to stay with him. And now... I don't know." Your worried eyes reflected on the wind shield of the car, red flashing within your pupil. A trick of the blinking stop light.

"When you stayed the night," oh no here was that protective personality. "Anything weird?" Clearly his training had stayed with him even through the retirement, he was profiling people no matter his age. That was true Shota Aizawa fashion.

"Typical 'don't touch my shi- stuff' personality." Another weary glance over at Eri, you keep forgetting she's there. "He's hella bossy, just as an FYI. Noticed when I was cold, made me breakfast," you were just listing things off now. "Oh!" You perked up, "he hates the smell of me."

Aizawa chuffed, "doubt that."

"Dad, you're being a Dad. Not everyone's after your wonderful child that you just swear is the cutest thing on planet earth."

"But you do smell good," Eri chirped from the backseat.

Well fuck, now it had to be a fact. I mean Eri said it. Who are you to argue.

"What'd he say," he turned into the parking lot.

"I asked about the whole being stinky bit- didn't want to be a headache- he said I didn't stink."

"Asshole likes you."

"Doubt it," you scoff unbuckling.

"Oh yea, then why are we here?"

Eri is just a ray of sunshine with the police station. Everyone is smiling at her and complementing her dress, they all ask for her name, and she's got a pocket full of candy. You were glad you and Aizawa had taken the time to work through places like this with her, liked that she could so easily twirl and smile. It made the weight you were already bearing that much lighter.

"Where the hell is he," Aizawa was really growling now. He was famous like Eri here too, just in an entirely different sense. Though their eyes followed him no one approached.

"I'll ask front desk," you're slipping past and jogging over to the first officer that looks at you. "Here for Katsuki Bakugo."

They sigh heavily, "follow me."

"Mr.Bakugo?"

His head snaps up, your voice definetly doesn't belong here. He's got this crazed look, his shoulders strain behind his back. His hands are cuffed tightly, to the point of no circulation, and he's been muzzled. Your blood boils but you're not sure where to direct this anger. His gaze shifts from you over to Aizawa, his body tenses, so does your Dads.

Aizawa sighs, he kisses his teeth, grabs hold of Eri and turns his back to the both of you. "I'm gonna use that reputation of mine." He's gone. It's you, the blonde, and a guard.

"Could you- could you please remove the muzzle?" It brings you discomfort.

"Not sure that's safe."

"Please," though a pleading word you state it as a demand. The muzzle is removed. "Bakugo?" You sigh, shifting your weight awkwardly. "You can't just ignore me. I'm at a police station, with my family, because of you."

He leans forward, looking up at you from that position, his dog tags glimmer under the light. "'Was just a bar fight."

"Over what? I'm not gonna bail you out for being ignorant. We don't even know each other like that."

"I wasn't being ignorant. This chick wouldn't leave my friend alone, just kept hitting on him and hitting on him. It was harassment."

"Don't tell me you hit her," equal rights, equal fights but.. Well he did seem kind of brutal.

"Some guy got me before I could do shit."

"Who?"

"Security. Said I was too rowdy, shouldn't being getting nippy with her like that. She was fucking harassing my friend."

"You fought security?"

"Bastard deserved it," he shrugged, slouching back into the wall.

"Ok, so why me? Why not your friend?"

The blonde rose from where he sat on the frigid metal bench. He walked over to you with heavy steps, his frame towering you in an oddly familiar way. His head ducked down just slightly, tilting the smallest bit just before he took in a deep breath. "Met you two days ago, and your fuckin' scent won't leave me alone. I don't get it," he shook his head slowly, "I really don't get it." Red eyes looked up at you from where his head still hung low. "Sedated," his fangs caught in the light, "and out of control," another deep breath. "All I wanted was your fucking smell."

"You gotta be smarter kid, they're gonna start revoking things from you if you don't know how to act." Shota had rejoined the two of you. Bakugo straightened up, meeting Aizawa in the eyes. He seemed less solemn and resigned this time, clearly more confident and repowered. "Thought you would of grown out of this temper."

"You know him," you turned to look at your Father.

"Taught him back in the academy."

Small fucking world.

Bakugo opened his mouth to speak but you cut him off, "it wasn't his fault. Well not really- there's a lot of technicalities. He was doing a good thing."

"You didn't see the pictures." Shota shifted to further analyze the boy, "why so brutal?"

"Lost my shit," he couldn't meet his superior in the eye.

"Why? You're never that unhinged, you got better, you were better."

"They fucked up my hormones, alright." Bakugo glared at you, "Dammit I've been wound so tight for no reason, always on fuckin' edge. It's like I don't know how to chill anymore."

"I hope you really don't think that's gonna win them over."

Yeah 'cause that totally didn't work on you. Totally.

"Not trynna win them over, just confused," he mumbled.

"What never been in a sex ed class before?"

"Dad," what was with his attitude? "We've all had a rough day let's just go home."

"My day wasn't rough," he glared back at Bakugo, "he made it rough."

"It's not his fault Dad really, don't take it out on him." Though that's exactly what you wanted to do too.

"Remember that conversation in the car?" He had turned around to whisper into your ear, "here's where that comes into play."

You shook it off, "so what are we gonna do?"

"You come home with me," Bakugo was surprisingly quick to reply. Aizawa gave you a look as if to say 'I told you so.'

Your eyes scanned over all of them before you nodded, "yeah, ok."

#x reader #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #shota aizawa #eri bnha #hybrid au #wolf bakugou #cat hybrid #reader insert

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