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manjiroscum · 1 year

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SWEET PEA

Character/s: Bonten!Manjiro Sano

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, breeding, a bit of fluff, reader gets a bit insecure, hybrid au, reader is a bunny hybrid + has some bunny features, heat cycles mentioned, creampie, rough sex, and pet names used. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by bby grey @bunnyjiros 💕 thank you as always luv and i hope you like it! 🥺

Synopsis: Manjiro sometimes wishes you wouldn't shy away from expressing your desires.

WC: 1.3k

“She’s turning two this year and it won’t be long before she welcomes a new sibling.”

Beaming smiles were worn by every woman sitting around the table that morning. Brunch was decided on and frankly, you wished you didn’t eat so much. You remember every fleeting glance and inquisitive question sent each other's way. It was supposed to be a get-together with old friends from high school whom you haven’t kept in touch with since graduation due to the duties and tight schedules brought by adult life. But the second you showed up, they were not alone. Everyone gushed about their children and babies that you were sure your floppy ears hurt hearing the same thing. Unlike your fellow hybrid friends, the joys of motherhood were foreign to you. Knowing nothing about labor pains or the hardships of taking care of a newborn, you fell listen as they conversed about it. The sandwich you chewed and swallowed made your stomach hurt slightly while you sat there motionless.

Becoming a parent wasn’t a dream of yours. Heck, you only wanted to survive and graduate from university. The next step after that was to get a job and become stable. The same was true for your friends so it surprised you to see them all building a family of their own. So much can occur and change in five years that it terrifies you. However, the image of having a little one in the future slowly bloomed into your picture of perfection when Sano Manjiro entered your life. While they had their families and other mundane occurrences in their lives, you had your husband, Mikey, who was Bonten’s undefeated leader. The joy of introducing him to your friends waned with each passing moment as they spoke, afraid of their judgemental stares and possible crass comments. What was even worse…

The green-horned monster was rearing its ugly face toward them, eyeing each of their material possessions and the people they hold dear.

“Babe? You doin’ alright?”

Yet, what overpowered that unpleasant state of envy was sheer melancholy. To have and give your lover a child has been one of your plans ever since you tied the knot with Manjiro. There was this unexplained desire to see the most powerful man in Tokyo dote on a small human being and hold them in such gentle ways akin to touching a precious gem. Yet, above that desire was another one—to see your husband smile. However, what was stopping you from discontinuing your birth control and just asking Manjiro to put a baby inside you was his lack of voicing his wishes to have one. That alone was enough to have you sitting there in silence, unable to tear away your gaze from the mirror until your husband had to speak up about his concern.

“Manji, can I ask you something?”

The rest of the jewelry you put on for that gathering was all safely placed inside the velvet box that was filled with other accessories gifted by your husband standing a few feet behind you. You locked eyes with his onyx ones that were normally listless around others. His brow raised, a sign for you to shoot your question away. Clearing your throat, you braced yourself for his response while structuring the inquiry.

“Um, I’ve been thinking… Well, first off, today’s brunch was excellent and I had fun. Second, my friends were discussing things like their babies and children. They were all so cute, Manji! I couldn’t help but gush about them once I saw photos of their chubby cheeks and small hands.” You didn’t realize it, but Manjiro noticed you were now rambling. It didn’t have to take him too long to know that you were nervous, especially with how your floppy ears were stiff due to anxiety. Instead of pointing it out, he opted to let you finish and get to the point with a small curl on his lips. “Don’t you think babies are so tiny and cute? I bet my babies will be cuter than theirs though. I mean, they will be since they’re a combination of you and me. Wouldn’t you agree, Manji?”

“So, you want a baby?” Manjiro, in all his stoic glory, cracked a smile at what you were obviously hinting at from the start. He confirmed he hit the truth once you froze in your seat, eyes slightly widened. He bet that your cheeks were as hot as a summer day, hoping for them to be cooled down by his calloused fingertips. Abashedly, you nodded your head in agreement. There was no use lying to Manjiro. He always seems to have a way of finding out the truth at the end of the day. Plus, beating around the bush with this topic would not satiate your mind seeking for answers on whether he shared the same wish or not. As a response to your harmless query, your husband silently diminished the distance between you two. Your eyes followed his every move from the way his hands sought after your face to the moment he lowered his head to plant a kiss on your lips. Parting from you for a second, he whispered, “If you want it so badly, I’m more than willing to start now. We can do it every day until your heat comes to be extra sure. What do ‘ya say?”

“Well… I don’t want to do this without your consent first and asking if you want a kid—”

Manjiro acted swiftly than your doubts. He knew you like the back of his hand. If anything, he would rather keep you happy than ever witness you fighting back your emotions while staring at a blurry sky. He ignored your slightly panicked expression and kept a straight face on while lifting you from your seat.

Of course, anything you wanted shall be yours.

Your bare back hit the mattress, rubbing against the material as he ground himself against your aching core. His mouth heatedly kissed yours. His adept tongue explored and relished your taste. You were silenced by his loving onslaught of affections, mind rendered silent as you received his gentle but arousing touches. Your floppy ears twitched when he nipped your neck which was accompanied by your mewls at the ticklish yet hot sensation. Manjiro hoped to leave his mark on the supple flesh. He wasn’t going to admit it aloud right now, but when he heard you wanted a child—his child, never has he experienced such bliss that clouded his mind to the point all he could think of was your stomach round with his offspring and the thought of stuffing you full of his fertile cum.

“Baby! Ah, please. Please… Please fuck a baby in me. Wanna have your babies!”

Manjiro was out of control. He cared less and less if his hands left imprints on your hips, wrists, thighs, or any other part of your body as he thrust his cock into your sopping wet cunt. A thick white ring formed around his girthy length that, too, coated his balls that were slapping your ass each time. Even your sensitive floppy ears fell victim to his rough treatment, being held up tightly as he pounded your pussy away. You, on the other hand, screamed for more. Your husband may not be a hybrid like you, however, he was on par with a beast in its rutting season. Every thrust had you begging for more, hoping for him to fill your cunt up until his balls could no longer produce any semen. And that was exactly what you and he wanted—to go at it like animals.

To breed and be bred.

“Fuck, babe…” Manjiro grunted as he climaxed for the fourth time tonight. A hiss escaped his lips at the sight of your abused pussy creamed, dripping as you sobbed into the mattress. Your mind was long gone from its rational state, drunk off on euphoria. Fixing your hair and floppy ears, your husband leaned down to lick on your nape before biting the spot. You were too weak to do anything or even react, just laying there in all your vulnerable form. “Ready to be a mommy? You better be ready to keep this up.

#❣️pat.coms #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers x reader #tr smut #tokrev smut #tokrev x reader #tokrev x y/n #sano manjiro smut #manjiro sano smut #manjiro x y/n #sano manjiro #tw.breeding #tw.hybrids

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mothxmoons · 11 months

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naga wesker this, vampire Wesker that

I want Neko Wesker to go into a rut!!!

;)

Your cat hybrid boyfriend is probably the most highest maintenance but lowest maintenance boyfriend you could ever have. Needy to the core when he’s in heat especially. He doesn’t nest but he does gather all the blankets on the bed to make a nice little warm den underneath the covers. And god save you the moment you walk through the bedroom door, because once you’re in the room there is no returning for the next week.

His grunts and moans are the first thing you’ll hear walking in, borderline whining as he rutted against whatever he can get his hands on. Hands clenched as he grips the fabric beneath him, Wesker is not himself anymore. He’ll manhandle you onto the bed, ripping apart your clothing because taking them off would take too long. He’d use you for hours on end and when you were too overstimulated, he’d use your mouth to his heart’s content. Better get comfortable in a position because he will not stop until he’s satisfied for the day, and it’ll take a lot to do so.

Hours on hours and by the end of it, he’s asleep and you’re covered in sweat, thighs, stomach and mouth sticky with his cum. You could barely feel your legs, even laying down next to him trying to catch your own breath as he slept.

Better get used to it quick though. He’s going to have you in the morning as well.

#asks!#albert wesker x reader #resident evil x reader #wesker x reader #wesker smut #tw.hybrids

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p-antomime · 2 years

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kiki :((( i keep thinking about itadori with a kitten hybrid gf :((( just imagine him calling her his kitty and even buying a tiny collar for her which he uses to grab her by the neck when hes pounding into her aND AND JUST! IMAGINE! him finding out her tail is so sensitive :((

p.s: obviously we're talking about aged up!itadori, next.

ohh, itadori with a kitten hybrid girlfriend would be so cute! he'd always want to stroke her little ears and pay attention to when they were up or down to know exactly what she wanted or needed, since itadori is such a thoughtful guy! thoughtful and caring and sweet, actually.

and the day he finds out that your tail is sensitive? he was probably with his fingers deep inside you, telling you how tight your kittycunt is and how it needs to be stretched good enough to take his cock in a sweet tone that always made your cheeks burn inside, and you were leaning over his knees and thighs trying to keep legs open while he went deeper and deeper and your hands were trying to grab any piece of his clothes or fabric that were around and then! unintentionally, his other hand, trying to hold you still so he could finish forcing you to orgasm, rubbed fingers down the middle of your furry tail, which went all shivery and was the final push you needed to cum and squirt all over him.

and itadori was fascinated, amazed even! all blushy, with a silly smile on his lips and his cock getting even harder than it already was and leaking pre-cum by the bunches, almost begging to be the next thing itadori would put inside you.

he began to play with your feline tail even as you became overwhelmed, practically overstimulated, while the hand that had previously been pumping his fingers now concentrated on your clit. you could barely do anything but moan and whimper and babble his name breathlessly, something like, "Ita ngh! 'Dori, please, 'm g-gonna, again, please—"

and how could itadori yuuji not give his cock to his cute little kitten girlfriend who wanted just that?

he would slide into you and ram deep until your eyes rolled up as if you were orgasming again and your pussy would give away how good he was making you feel, clenching down so hard that it was such a difficult task for itadori to be able to thrust in and out the first few times, but when he could do it, he'd pull you by the cute little collar with his initials on it until your bodies were glued together and your face was close to his and whisper, "your kittycunt is so good, so tight, just for me, isn't it? and since it's mine, mind if i breed it, hm, kitten?" — all while his hand wrapped around your tail stroking it.

— jujutsu kaisen masterlist.

#itadori smut #jjk smut #itadori yuuji smut #itadori x reader #itadori yuji smut #yuji smut #yuji itadori smut #jjk x fem!reader #jujutsu kaisen yuuji #jujutsu kaisen x female reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #tw.hybrids #tw.breeding kink #tw.overstimulation #tw.pet play

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ofallthingsnasty · 2 years

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But imagining a yandere forcefully erasing memories or changing them and the reader finds out? How fucked would that be where you couldn't even trust your own mind??? What's implanted or deleted? What *is* you actual past?

Oof especially if there also was a forced hybridization too? Puppy or kitty instincts you thought were completely normal for you are actually just. Created by the yandere for their pleasure (ie,,,, monthly heats that need to be taken care of,,,)

Anon, your mind 🤯 The way you can't ever be sure of yourself but you just know something is fundamentally wrong... Ah, and the way the yandere could exploit this to verbally degrade you if they're a mean one. Or it's just another way for them to show how much power they have over you - they don't care one bit that you know, they actually want you to see what they can do to you... Delicious 🤭 And forced hybridization? Oh my god just imagine realizing that all that pain, the begging to be bred, to be filled was a fluke? I'd never recover from that shame. To be nothing but a little puppet for your captor. Humiliating to the core.

Anything that involves mind break like that immediately makes me think of Overhaul - he wouldn't care if you found out, either - but would he really want a pathetic little pet who needs to be fucked ever so often? 🤔 I could see him doing this to you as one of his many experiments, with his quirk as the usual fail-safe. And god, he doesn't want to admit it but it feels good to see you on the ground before him, sniveling like the pathetic little creature you are, finally treating him like he deserves. I think Hizashi is a good fit for the memory wipe + hybridization combo, as well - you just know that man is practically itching for your synthetic heats like the sleazy fuck he is. And he wants that happy relationship, your submission - too bad you caught him. Oh well, if you can't play nice then at least you know what he's capable of. Your loss, sweetheart.

And while I don't see them as suuuper into hybrids to the point that they'd try to change you into one, Enji and Sir would be pretty happy with a placated, demure darling with a memory wipe. After finding out the truth, I think Endeavour would lock you up until you swear up and down that each and every one of those happy memories was real after all and Sir would gaslight the crap out of you. Straight-up denial and slight mockery 24/7 until you really don't know what's wrong and what's right and everything just feels like a fever dream.

I also think that Enji wouldn't have any trouble with beating the realization out of you. At all.

#ask #anon #tw.yandere #tw.hybrids #tw.pet play #yandere bnha #and i think there are many who wouldn't want to do this bc they want your genuine love and nothing fake #but enji and sir just want peace and someone at home methinks #and we don't talk about kai that man has no love for you dhjshasj #sir tag #/endeavour #/present mic #/overhaul

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azurexsnake · 10 months

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Thoughts on: Vash with kitten ears? 👀👀👀

C-can I talk about cheetah!Vash or??? 🥲

98 and trimax Vash are kitty-cat-coded to me. But idk, tristamp Vash is def more…. Idk how to describe it but I can’t picture him with lil meow meow ears. I think it’s probably how solidified cheetah!Vash is in my mind. Like it’s so fitting to him specifically I can’t see him any other way. But it’s cat-adjacent!!

And I have many thoughts on it. Like the sounds of his purrs. The lil chirps. Social anxiety. Imprinting. Zoomies. He’s so fast. What I wouldn’t give to rub his ears and pet his tail. Be practically knocked over when he plops himself down half on me in the way cats do when they’re comfy with you. Y’know??

Or if we wanna go down the route of like, fake, just for funsies kitty ears, we’re doing the whole thing. Cat lingerie, bell collar, tail plug etc, etc. He would be so cute =w= I can see it now. He’d be so bashful about being put in it all but he’s eager af to please too. A lil praise to butter him up and suddenly he’s content as anything to be kneeling at your feet with his cheek on your thigh so you can give him scritches

#hmmmmmmmm =w=#I got warm fuzzies thinking about this #both ways #he’s just very perfect to me in all forms #color: red 🎨#m34gs ❤️#{freelance}#tw.hybrids #vash the stampede

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orchid3a · 2 years

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so if omi is a cat hybrid, i will say that shin is a puppy hybrid

whenever you are around, his ears and tail always swing happy, because he is so in love with you. ofc he will breed you, he loses himself in your pussy, and he can just cum the moment he enters in you <3

#🚬 - shin #🎀- vitium #tw.hybrids

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kxkyuu · 2 years

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📕

Send me a 📕and I'll tell you a fic idea I have

I always daydream about writing a hybrid fic. I have many thoughts about Inumaki witha bunnygirl curse or Yuuji with a puppygirl and of course Megumi would have a catgirl.

I am attemping to plot out a catboy Itachi piece, but its been placed on the back burner for a while as I do need to work on collab pieces

#[💌] mail.time #[🎮]game.time #[🫂] mooties #inumaki i<3 #tw.hybrids

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kirbyskisses · 2 years

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Thinking of soft Aizawa who keeps his shy cow hybrid reader so well groomed, happy and sated.🥺

They eat well and he keeps them nice and full.

He coos when they make such cute faces and holds them close when they cry about how both the bulls and full humans in the neighborhood around are so mean.

He breeds them himself complimenting their tail and hooves and ears alongside their sweet human features; delighting in the mooing and gasping at his rough hands and grinding.

"i'm gonna fill you up nice and full, my love. do you want me to knock you up with my babies? yeah? gonna carry my little calfs? you’ll be even more beautiful pregnant- I’ll be right there with you. just keep singing those pretty noises on my cock."

And they do because how could they not? being more beautiful means more of his soft praises.

He doesn’t mind the partial judgment that he’s so romantic to them - one dirty look from his dry red eyes and everyone shuts up.

He can’t ever regret marrying his favorite when he sees them pregnant, breastfeeding their first little baby boy his with human features plus a little cow tail and floopy white ears.

And of course he loves that their milk now is so clean, warm, sweet and rich and saved all for him to take. 🥰

#shota aizawa smut #aizawa smut #shouta aizawa x reader #eraserhead x reader #eraserhead #aizawa x reader #x gender neutral reader #x gn reader #x reader #tw.hybrid #tw hybrids #this has been sitting in my drafts #for MONTHS

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manjiroscum · 1 year

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LILY OF THE VALLEY

Character/s: snow leopard hybrid!Rindou Haitani

Warnings: f!reader, mature language, explicit sexual themes, dark content, canon typical violence, blood, murder, dub-con, marking, mentions of mating, hybrid au, kidnapping, yandere!rindou, dom!rindou, sub!reader, cockdrunk reader, implied multiple rounds, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, breeding, blackmailing/threats, pet play, and use of pet names. Minors do not interact.

Note: commissioned by @httn 💜 thank you love for trusting me with this! i hope you like it 🫶

Synopsis: Only fools come out to play with a feral cat.

WC: 6.1k

Crimson specks marred the freshly fallen snow akin to wine spilled all over a white linen cloth. The bullet wound on his thigh was slowing him down. Nevertheless, Rindou trudged up the small hill to reach the other side of the forest hoping he would escape his pursuers that were looking through his busted car for any signs of life. With his teeth gritted, the lost man was sure he might die today. After getting separated from Ran and the others, a car chase occurred as he fled from the warehouse when a bomb about to blow up the building was shouted out. In all his years of doing the same song and dance, one could say Rindou got used to the chaos that has intertwined into his life since the day he was born with the need to experience thrills.

But, fuck, he could never get used to getting shot or bleeding out. The first time hurt like a bitch and the second time it happened made him want to pass out. It was more irritating to face than shoot those who dare touch his tail. Now, Haitani Rindou was sure he will die. Whatever plan those bastards cooked up that would confirm his demise, he had to give them props because they might succeed. Car dead, his phone without any signal, the temperature dropping fast, and a forest that may span a thousand hectares was just the starter pack he needed to die in these woods.

Rindou can’t die here. It would just be pathetic. So pathetic that they might make jokes out of it. His death would only make people say he deserved it or it is the consequence of having an unpleasant lifestyle. And honestly, fuck them. He has to live. He has to get out of here and seek shelter before the frost bites his fingers, ears, and toes off. What would his enemies think? What would Bonten do? What would Ran do?

What should he do?

A million thoughts raced through his mind as his knees finally gave away. His eyes fluttered close for a moment, inhaling the cold air sharply that he was quite sure it could cut his nostrils like blades made out of ice. A trail of blood followed him from where he started all the way to the top of the hill. In contrast to the icy atmosphere around him, his lungs burned. During these times, delusions would enter his mind to distract him from the impending doom that was looming above his head. Death was now breathing down his neck as if they were old friends. Its voice called out to him through the chilly breeze that brushed past him and the strong trees that appeared like shadows of those whom he wronged and killed to survive. If he had to guess what hell looked like, this was possibly the closest description minus the flames. Why would such a cold environment bother him in such a way? This has never happened before. He could think of countless reasons why a hybrid such as he who was meant to thrive in such an environment was slowing down.

Ah, that’s right… He never had to be out much to do his dirty deeds. It was always his underlings. Pawns who would readily obey him for various goals. He and Ran, without fail, get away from taxing jobs. After all, meaningless fights never appeased their appetite for violence. Something always had to interest the brothers for them to act. Looking back on those memories of merely partying and finding someone to toy with, Rindou couldn’t help but exhale deeply. His lips were chapped due to the lack of moisture in the air.

If my life is flashing before my eyes, perhaps I am indeed dying…

And yet, amidst the snow and harsh winds, a merciful angel came into view. Rindou thought he was already a goner for his eyes to conjure such a beautiful sight. Vivid colors murked into a blur as his vision steadily failed him due to exhaustion finally catching up to him. However, the second that angel spoke, voice soothing despite the panicked tone evident in it, he realized this was reality.

“Sir? Oh my god, w-wait. I need to call an ambulance—”

“N…o.” It took all of his strength to move his lips and tongue. The woman before him met his dazed stare, shifting her attention between Rindou and something behind her. “No am…bulance…”

“W-what? Why? No, you need immediate attention…”

Haitani Rindou, one of the infamous criminals Bonten has in their arsenal and the fearsome younger brother of Ran was still vulnerable to things that exude innocence. Perhaps it was just in his nature to be drawn toward something he can never be and so he tried to push away the person who came out on a snowy night to help him. This earned him a surprised expression and more questions he couldn't answer. Rindou’s efforts were in vain as his eyelids finally shut, and the last of his energy left him unconscious in the hands of a stranger.

I’m sorry, Ran…

There was a sea of trees you had to drive by to reach your parents’ house. The road was slippery due to the snow but you had to go after promising to drive carefully. After a hearty dinner and entertaining their inquiries about whether you will get married or not, you were set on heading back to your apartment. Tomorrow is Monday and you had to wake up early for your nine-to-five job at the cafe your cousin owned. Normally, your schedule ranged from mundane to the occasional unexpected events that usually revolved around your job or your parents. Yet they were never anything spontaneous or something that will make the hairs on the back of your hair stand until you had to rescue this man now sleeping on a makeshift bed in a veterinarian’s clinic.

Ignorance could sometimes save a person’s life. The second you saw the hanafuda tattoo on his neck, you knew the shit you were about to get into could get messy. Never had you ever thought of bringing an infamous person, let alone one of Bonten’s henchmen, into your home. The veterinarian you called for help swore his secrecy after he commended you for doing first aid, but commented that men like him shouldn’t be saved. Yet, your conscience wouldn’t let you sleep soundly at night if you left him there on a cold winter’s night to bleed to death or get feasted on by bears.

“Are you… his girlfriend or somethin’?”

“No, I’m not,” you responded while cleaning up the bloody clothing and gauze after Rindou’s wound was stitched up. “However, as a human being, I couldn’t just leave him there. I’m… not capable of such cruelty.” The man shifted his attention back to the dangerous person fast asleep and then squinted hard as if his patient was just pretending. Grunting, the veterinarian gathered the last of his tools into his bag and made his way to the door, but not before leaving you some sound advice.

“Be careful because this choice you made might just bite you back. I’ll be back as soon as possible when I find a doctor in the area. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure this secret doesn’t reach the authorities.”

Thinking back to what happened earlier, you were sure your blood ran cold at the sight of a broken car by the road. Initially, you thought the vehicle broke down and that the owner must be somewhere nearby since it would take around twenty minutes to get to the nearest town. Unless they had to hitch a ride because it was freezing and decided to leave the car. But the second you saw what seemed to be bullet holes in its body, uneasiness coated your nerves like thick molasses. The dread of finding a dead body doubled upon seeing blood on the snow, leading up to where you found the dying unknown man.

Damn it all. He wouldn’t harm someone who rescued him, right?

No, scratch that, this man wasn’t a stranger to you. You were the stranger—not him. Everybody who worked in Tokyo and heard the news was all aware of Bonten, the most dangerous gang in the country to date, enough to rival the yakuza. Those hanafuda tattoos they branded on their flesh bear the symbol of their loyalty to the man who founded the group, Sano Manjiro. The Haitani brothers were as famous all by themselves. It didn’t have to take you long to know everything they committed under the sun or the veil of night. Rumors of the brothers and Bonten always circulate on the internet. In short, they were individuals you had to avoid to live long.

Eyes glancing at your phone sitting by the couch, you debated whether to call the cops and turn him in. Maybe getting Rindou off your hands will be the first step to having your normal life back… Or will just cement the death sentence he shall bestow upon your unfortunate soul once he recovers.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?” you groaned into your hands. Sleep was out of the question. You had to monitor Haitani Rindou for two obvious reasons—one because he might wake up and two because he might silence you the second he does. Gruesome pictures of your death flashed on the television screen ran across your imaginative mind and honestly, you were scaring yourself. Clearly, you didn’t think this through. But, what’s done is done. There was no way you could throw him out now. “Let’s… just make sure he’s fine enough to walk out of here on his own. Y-yeah…”

Exhaling a defeated sigh, you sat down on the floor and stared at Rindou’s unconscious form. For a man as big and bad as him, you bet he would snore loudly. Yet, he looked almost like a corpse—unmoving and quite fragile. The biggest shirt you had at your disposal appeared tiny in his huge frame. The veterinarian even gave up on giving him something to wear on the lower part, muttering how he shouldn’t even be bothered to clothe the criminal. The thought of Rindou being naked down there was slightly distracting, making your eyes wander down from the hanafuda tattoo on his neck to the intricate design on his torso until you slapped your cheeks to make you stop eyeing the muscular hybrid.

What the—don’t do this to yourself. He is a criminal, for fuck’s sake!

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed your phone to check for any messages. There was only one from your mother, checking up on whether you arrived home. A humorless laugh escaped your lips as you lied to her. Besides, she will definitely panic if she knew you were looking after a criminal in a vet’s clinic. You hoped to distract your mind from spiraling into endless regret by watching adorable videos of dogs. A good turn deserves another… You just wished Haitani Rindou was a person who would reward good deeds.

The morning was rough on you. With a stretch or two, you cursed your aching back while you proceeded to order breakfast for three. Your cousin was kind enough to give you a day off after phoning in with a fake cold. The minute you finished offering him apologetic words after lying through your teeth, you then grabbed the takeout and sped off to the clinic Rindou was moved to. Caffeine and sweets were the things keeping you sane save for the veterinarian and a doctor, whom he roped into the situation, present in the room. Dr. Hinohara was silently observing Rindou’s body while giving a blood transfusion to the still-sleeping hybrid. Compared to last night, the younger Haitani looked slightly better. He still appeared like he crawled out of hell and survived, though.

“I guess we don’t have to bring this man to the hospital,” the doctor spoke after some time. “There doesn’t seem to be a bullet stuck to his thigh. He did lose a lot of blood. I’ll just make sure to monitor him in case he needs more blood transfusions and if there could be any infections on the wound. If he does turn for the worst, I will have to bring him to the hospital—”

You were quick to object, leaving your cup of coffee to stand up. “H-he told me he shouldn’t go to a hospital. I’ll pay you, Sir. I’ll make sure to pay you for treating him. J-just don’t bring him there. Please…”

Dr. Hinohara sighed at your statement, sharing a glance with the veterinarian. Just as you were ready to shoot down their suggestions of you putting an end to your good samaritan role, the doctor then nodded solemnly in resignation. Appeased, you backed away before sitting yourself down once again. Seeing that there wasn’t anything left for him to do, the veterinarian excused himself and left the establishment. A few minutes later, Dr. Hinohara did the same to attend to his outpatients. It wasn’t until lunchtime when he came back that you decided to head back home to catch some sleep after a long warm bath. To be in a room alone with Haitani Rindou, awake or not, was making you anxious. Your eyes were often fluttering close, trying to stay conscious and alert in the presence of an infamous gang member. To let your guard down would be serenading death.

“You can come back tomorrow afternoon,” Dr. Hinohara said with a gentle smile upon seeing you out. “I don’t think Mr. Haitani would wake up today anyways. Go home and get some rest. I’ll call you if anything changes about his current condition.”

“Thank you, Dr. Hinohara.”

If you knew that the day you saved Haitani Rindou would be the last time you could ever experience a normal life, perhaps the future wouldn’t turn out like this—with you almost sticking to a corner whereas Rindou glared at your quivering form. Dr. Hinohara was nowhere to be found on the second floor and your mind concocted various scenarios at the sight of the trashed room. How could the man be up and ready to threaten you with his sharp claws when he was just barely conscious days ago? You even recall Dr. Hinohara remarking about Rindou being too weak to open his eyelids. So just how?

Irises sharp as his claws remained on you, hues of ultra violet hoping to unmask your intentions by staring right into your soul. Behind his predatory gaze were promises filled with violence and a whole world of pain if you so much as make a single move that he will deem a crime towards him.

Haitani Rindou was not a man to be trifled with.

“You… Didn’t I tell you not to bring me to a hospital?” he questioned in a demanding tone, taking a step closer to you which prompted your weak legs to fall back. This is the very thing you hoped to avoid. Maybe if you were given the foresight that Haitai Rindou would recuperate enough to stand today, you would have come prepared to negotiate. Negotiate with him not to kill you and to leave you alone because you did what he asked. However, he didn’t seem happy at the idea of recovering in a clinic, afraid his location would be alerted to the police. “What’s the matter? Suddenly can’t use that tongue of yours? From what I remember you weren’t mute—”

“This isn’t a hospital. Y-you’re in a clinic, can’t you see?”

The hand you used to gesture at the area shuddered upon seeing him move. Rindou was obviously confused as he surveyed the room, unsure whether to take your word or not. You couldn't blame him, though. Blood rolling down his thigh akin to raindrops on a glass window captured your attention, taking away the assertive statements off of your lips. Your fear for him was outweighed by your concern for his wound that might have reopened due to his carelessness.

Rindou was quick to create distance between you two. Your eagerness was mistaken as an act to lunge and subdue him which was something you couldn't do. He realized this the moment he winced in pain, hand applying pressure on his bleeding thigh. You clicked your tongue and hurriedly helped him back onto his bed. His hostility towards you disappeared with each pang of pain that erupted around his injury. Of course, he just had to be slowed down by this and for you, this was a blessing in disguise.

“Stay here, okay? I’ll go see if Dr. Hinohara has returned.”

Any deity above must have heard your silent prayer for the doctor announced himself inside Rindou’s room, eyes wide at the condition of his patient and the messy room. Minutes passed, and the hybrid was now waiting for the pain to subside once his wound was attended to. Lips in a tight line, you sat by the side, waiting for the doctor to say something—anything that will get rid of the awkward air that settled in the room. Instead of something positive, Dr. Hinohara approached you with a dejected expression that caused your heart to momentarily stop beating. His next words almost had you wishing you were sitting down due to the implications of it.

“I’m sorry. I know I shouldn’t do this since I am a practitioner of medicine and should have empathy for my patients no matter who they are… But I can’t have Mr. Haitani stay here any longer. You must understand. My other patients have caught a whiff of his presence here and are too scared to come over. I-it’s bad for me.” Dr. Hinohara then added to soften the blow, “If he stays over at your place, I-I promise to visit and check on him from time to time. Although, I doubt I could do much since he’s close to full recovery.”

Bullshit.

It was utter bullshit. There was no way his other patients knew about Rindou being treated in the clinic. Based on the days you visited the hybrid when he was still unconscious, everyone who visited the doctor didn’t display any signs of uneasiness. Yet, you couldn’t do anything to appeal for Rindou anymore since the doctor was more than eager to kick him out. For all you know, the hybrid trashing the room was his last straw.

Exhaling a heavy sigh, you turned the stove off and poured the hot soup into two bowls. The Bonten executive sat on the living room couch, watching a daytime show. He was unbothered by the small space of your apartment, thankfully. Rindou barely fussed upon arriving, probably because he did not have any other choice. Even with his infamous reputation, throwing him out was inhumane.

You wanted to help him, but it has been years since you took care of someone sick or injured. Plus, your mother’s temperament was far different from Rindou's.

“You okay with miso soup?”

Rindou merely grunted in response, avoiding your gaze while he took his bowl from you. Fighting the urge to roll your eyes at his moodiness, you took the seat across from him prior to drinking the soup you made. For the hybrid to keep sulking like this, you figured it was because his wound hasn't fully healed, and limped every time he walked. Men like Rindou hated weakness. To display his vulnerability to you like this must be torture to the mighty snow leopard hybrid—someone who isn't used to being on the other side of the spectrum.

Yet, he never dismissed your acts of assistance. No matter how much you teased him in an attempt to lighten the mood or receive his narrowed gaze, Haitani Rindou never made a move to hurt you during his stay here. Or at least that is what he's trying to do—to lure you into a sense of comfort before he strikes like an apex predator. Nevertheless, you continued to meet his needs.

“You okay?” you asked him when his spoon fell to the floor. Your legs were up and running to get a towel once you saw what happened. He dropped his spoonful of miso soup on his bandages because his limpid eyes couldn’t be torn from the show he claimed was too boring. “Mr. Haitani, you shouldn't pay attention elsewhere while eating.”

“Can’t help it,” he answered with a scoff. A ghost of a laugh slipped past your mouth at the thought of him acting almost like he was a big cat distracted by the pretty colors that led to this situation. Shaking your head, you wiped off the droplets of miso soup from his thigh. After you tossed the towel to the side, you stood up straight and placed your hands on your thighs. Rindou’s tail went stiff at your stare which was accompanied by a smile. “What?”

“Are you… enjoying the show? I thought you found it boring?” The giggle that followed your inquiry did not go unnoticed by the hybrid. The tips of his ears turning red were proof of that. Hearing no reply, you continued to tease him. Your hands are busy fixing up the couch before taking your bowl once more. “I mean, it’s alright to admit you like these soap operas. My mom enjoys them too, you know. Well, not enough to be—”

“I wasn't distracted,” he huffed and averted his gaze at your silly smile. “I was just… surprised.” Rindou never elaborated further on whatever stunned him. You merely shrugged and slurped your soup, content with sitting next to him on a Thursday morning. This has been your life lately—taking care of breakfast and Rindou in the morning, going to work afterward, and then coming back during lunchtime. Despite the reasons you came up with, your cousin never questioned you as to why you requested to come in later than your usual hour. He did, however, tasked you to stay until closing time. A small price to pay. After all, this isn't going to be the norm forever. Rindou will have to go back home and disappear from your life as soon as his wound heal.

Somehow, the reality had sorrow creeping up your heart. Rindou staying in the apartment and seeing him every day made you think he has always been there. His sulky expression softens up whenever his guard is down. He wasn't even aware the corner of his lips was curling up once. The way he dismisses you the second he realized he was showing happiness was cute in its own way. You were used to stifling your laughter at his displeased face that did not match well with his tail swishing side to side. His silhouette blended into your little space, making himself at home. And unbeknownst to you, Rindou felt the same way.

“Don’t act like such a big baby. It’s good for you!” You pushed the plate of rice with natto on top. His irked expression eased down while he took his chopsticks. The smell of the fermented soybeans did not sit well with his nose as he ate to appease you. Yet, he willingly ate, especially with you grinning in front of him. “There you go. That wasn't so hard, was it? Can’t believe a gangster like you dislikes natto.”

Innocent things like you were bad for his health. You were poison to his system—having him think of stuff he never gave a second thought on. Rindou lost count of how many ideas of him whisking you away where no one else can see you crossed his mind. Everything about you exuded a normal and peaceful life—a luxury for him who couldn’t afford it anymore. He should’ve turned you away and let himself die that night because now he didn’t want to leave. His wound was almost closed up and he didn’t have to limp around or ask for your help whenever he bathed. Rindou has grown far too fond of you to merely go back and forget about your kindness. For your sake, he held himself back and enjoyed you doting on him despite the numerous teasing you’ve thrown his way. Pretty but lethal flowers were only meant to be admired from a safe distance. Preferring to keep his claws hidden and the space between you wide, Haitani Rindou liked it this way.

Until he didn’t—until he got greedy.

Dr. Hinohara just had to burst the bubble Rindou protectively held with a single statement that the hybrid was free to go. You couldn’t describe the emotion that swirled within you, ignorant to the deathly stare Rindou gave the doctor. Dr. Hinohara swallowed thickly at the heat of his gaze, slowly taking a step back in case the hybrid decided to kill him on the spot. The younger Haitani wished he could turn back time and stop the old bastard from revealing his secret. Despite sabotaging the stitches for so long to keep it from healing too fast, Rindou’s game was up. And yet, not all of his cards were played.

His trump card has yet to fall onto the table.

Ran came over to your apartment the second Rindou rang him up after a month of no contact. The reunion happened under the stillness of the night where not a soul could be found on the streets. The chloroform his older brother brought was put to use to make sure you wouldn't scream or do any trouble as he placed you in Ran’s car. Rindou then discarded the baton hidden at the back of the trunk, already cleaned off of Dr. Hinohara’s blood, into the nearest waste bin before letting Ran drive down the road heading south.

The moment you woke up from what you thought was a terrible nightmare, you were chained to a bedpost in an unfamiliar room in someone else’s bed. The collar on your neck was a bit tight and the chain attached to it wasn't long enough for you to reach the door. A little bell was hanging on the collar and it jingled with every movement you made. You thanked your lucky stars that you were still fully clothed but that feeling of relief waned away too fast. Your head pounded while your eyes frantically searched for signs of where you are. Rindou entered the room with a tray of food. His eyes slightly went wide at the discovery of you greeting the conscious world then his lips broke out into a grin.

“I see you’re awake.”

“R-Rindou? W-what… Where am I? What’s going on?”

Your inquiries fell from your mouth like the teardrops on your cheeks at the realization. Rindou hushed you multiple times while he set your meal down on the nightstand but you never took heed, fearing for your life. It wasn't until he took out his phone to show you a picture of your parent’s house that your tongue felt like it was made out of metal. Your hands balled up into fists at the image.

“Don’t hurt them. P-please…”

“Looks like you're smart enough to guess what I’m implying here, huh?” Rindou chuckles at your horrified tear stricken face. “I guess calling you a big baby right now won’t be satisfying.” Hand underneath his chin, the hybrid let out a contented sigh. “I knew I was right. Other girls I’ve met before weren't as intelligent as you. Saves me from explaining what will happen to your family if you try to escape.”

“What do you want from me?” you demanded, nerves and voice shaky. His irises shone brighter than amethysts as he observed you on his bed. After a month of nursing him back to health, Rindou was intent on returning the favor—just without outside interference, of course. There was no way your parents would allow him to date you and to see you with a faceless nobody would be the icing on top of his cake meant to insult him. He can't have that. “Rindou, what do you want? I-I’ll do anything! Just please leave me and my parents alone. If you want an apology for all those days I’ve teased you or said something wrong, I’m w-will to do so!”

“Nothin’ much, angel. I’ve passed the need for anything.” He then pulled you up by the collar of your shirt. Leaning down to whisper into your ear, Rindou’s lips curled up. “I’ve already got you.” The second he spoke those words, a shiver ran down your spine. Not giving you any time to collect your thoughts or to wipe the tears from your cheeks, the Bonten executive took a step back and gestured at your clothes. “Strip.”

Hands trembling, you did as he said. More tears exited from your glossy eyes which Rindou couldn't wait to lick away. As soon as you got rid of your pajamas, you covered your exposed stomach and breasts until he clicked his tongue. You winced at the sound of it.

“All of it, angel.”

You heaved a deep breath. Your panties slid down your legs agonizingly slow. The rest of your body burned in shame under his piercing gaze. It was as if Rindou would be struck by lightning if he dared to look away from your gorgeous form. You steeled yourself once he took away your clothes.

“Go and eat your meal. I’ll be back.”

Rindou shut the door behind him. You couldn't stop crying even while you ate the meal he prepared. It was hard to know where you were as the window was bolted shut and barely let natural light in. Your heart beats wildly inside your chest whereas you stiffened at the sight of him returning. His violet irises landed on the empty plate before nodding approvingly.

“Good. I’m going to give you a drink now.” He took off the chain from the bedpost and pulled it for you to follow him. But not before commanding you to do it on all fours. His sharp canines peeked out when he smiled at your obedience. The fear strumming its chaotic cords to have you obeying the hybrid. “That’s it, angel. Make sure not to bump into anything on the way to the kitchen.”

Even with Rindou as your sole audience, your soul was close to dying out of shame. Your pussy folds were out in the open, clit throbbing uncontrollably for the wrong reasons as you followed him from behind. It didn't take you long to figure out this was Rindou’s house—or his temporary home. You were too busy making sure you were keeping up with his huge steps and not falling behind to scan your surroundings. The hybrid then paused and turned to you. His hand gestured to a bowl made for a pet sitting on the floor. It was filled up with what seemed to be milk.

“Go on. Drink it all up, angel.”

Cheeks burning, you hesitated for a second. It was when he walked behind you that the panic kicked in again and you unwillingly bent down. Your tongue was stuck out, ready to lick up the milk to appease Rindou, deaf to the sound of unzipping. The palm of his hand was cold against your cunt, causing you to yelp. His free hand was quick to keep your head from turning around to see him.

What the fuck is happening?

“You’re not the only one who’s thirsty… Shit, you’re wet?” He was more amused than disgusted at his findings. This was fucked up. There was no way you were turned on despite what occurred. Maybe you were sick in the head all this time and Rindou’s actions just brought this to light? You would never know as your mind started to grow hazy due to the pleasure of him rubbing his palm across your slit. You were no virgin but it has been a long time since you’ve done it. Perhaps that was the reason why?

Why does it feel like that’s a lie?

Retracting his claws, he plunged two of his fingers into your warm pussy that parted easily for him. Front teeth digging into your lower lip, you kept back the moan bubbling up your throat while Rindou rubbed his fingers against your tight walls. Slick coated his hand which made it easier for him to feel around your gummy walls. His pleased groans were too much for your ears, his hard length brushing on your ass. His tail swished around before curling around your leg. Your hands keeping you upright were trembling as the onslaught of bliss was increasing, gaze glossy.

“Fuck, this pussy is so tight… Are you going to let me fuck you, angel? Huh? Does my pet deserve this dick?” he questioned with mirth in his tone. Another finger was added, widening your hole. You couldn’t help the whine leaving your lips, eyes shut as you fought back more from coming out. Rindou held you by the waist when your legs gave out, cooing into your ear. The hybrid brought up his hand coated with your juices, inhaling it then tasted your slick. “It’s that good? I’ve waited so long. Held back and let you have your way. You’ll let me have you, mhm? Been good, angel. The least you can do is return the favor…” A silent gasp was what Rindou earned when he tapped the head of his cock against your pussy folds, rubbing his length on the damp flesh. Slowly, he entered you.

“A-are you gonna—ah!” You were sure he was going to tear you apart. It stung as the girth of his cock stroked your tight muscles, molding its shape there. Rindou took a few seconds to get accustomed to the way your pussy enveloped his dick, hissing under his breath at how heavenly you felt. And now that he has finally held you, Haitani Rindou was damn sure he has found his mate. Now, he will make sure to keep you by his side whether you want to or now. He’ll just have to give you something that will make you reluctant to leave… Or fuck you so hard you wouldn’t be able to walk out of this place without him. Maybe getting you pregnant will be the solution to this problem. “Ah, fuck… S’ big. R-rindou!”

“Angel, wanna give you cubs. You’d want that, huh? You want to be mine?”

His thrusts were hard and rough, causing you to moan and squirm. Lust rendered you blind as you took and took what Rindou gave. Time was no longer relevant at this point. All you could remember as he continued to fuck you like a savage beast during the mating season was the way his claws dug into your skin, marking you as his. The place’s layout slowly etched itself into your mind as he made it his mission to fuck you in every area with the endeavor of filling up your womb until all you could feel was his cum running down your thighs. Your breasts and nipples hurt after going through the abuse done by his mouth. Hickeys littered your torso and the skin of your neck. Clit and folds puffy, you couldn’t tell how many times you have squirted. Rindou always patted your head each time before tugging your nipples in a teasing way. The collar still wrapped around your neck jingled along with your breasts, soaked with your sweat and tears.

“R-Rindou! I-I can’t—”

“Yes, you can, angel. You can take more.”

He never gave you a break or a minute to rest and catch your breath. The moment he finished inside you, his balls emptied another load, replacing the cum he spurted into your cunt that dribbled out. Mind all in a mush, you sobbed at the overstimulation. Finally, the hybrid set you down on the couch, panting above you. A puddle of your essence and Rindou’s cum sat around your ass. The furniture wasn’t the only unfortunate victim of its owner’s quest to impregnate you and claim you. Mouth wide open, your eyes were fluttering shut due to exhaustion. Yet even as you stared at Rindou with those tired eyes, he held his cock glazed with both of your fluids right in front of your face in expectancy. The tip was red and super sensitive after hitting your cervix countless times while he fucked your brains out.

“Don’t tap out on me, angel,” he mumbled. Mustering up all your leftover strength, you sat up and licked on the reddish tip, earning a pleased groan. His hand reached forward to brush away the strands of hair from your face then carded his fingers through them. “Good girl. Always remember this, okay? Good kittens should clean up after playing. Good kittens shouldn’t make a mess.”

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mothxmoons · 1 year

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I just realized your profile is literally just angy neko Wesker lmao

*cough* Neko!Wesker x Reader pls *cough*

Drew it myself ;)

Ears pricked and at attention when a door slammed signaling someone had entered the office. Albert was waiting for you to come in, really because he wanted to see you, getting up to greet you as well. His usual stern expression softened upon hearing you enter and watching you place your bag down on your chair before he walked up to you.

“Good morning, detective.” He greeted, tone light. You smiled and greeted him back.

“Lovely day this morning.” You said, smiling at him as you watched his tail flick back and forth. You knew he enjoyed your company, that he liked you, you never said anything though. I mean…how can you even say anything? He was your captain after all.

He almost purred but choked it down with some force, continuing on with the conversation as others started to arrive.

“A little gloomy, it might rain today.” He replied, ears flicking as others filtered in.

“Ah, but rain is nice.” You said, tucking away a few paper, “Especially for napping.”

Albert’s tail paused as he processed your words, that does sound nice. He wasn’t going to say that of course, he has a reputation to up hold!

“Napping after work, detective? Thought you’d be training.” He said, watching you sort through papers.

“Not tonight…Maybe I’ll ask Jill then.” You huffed playfully at him, watching as his tail flick seemed annoyed now.

He swallowed a growl in his throat as he thought about you and Jill, another cat hybrid, taking a nap during a rainy day. He shook his head a little at the thought of being the one to nap with you on a day like this. Basking in your warmth as you two napped through the storm. A rumble made its way out of his throat, thinking of it.

“You can take one with me.” He said abruptly after a moment of silence, merely lost in his thoughts while you were busy with sorting through everything.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, captain.” You replied, and you could have sworn you heard him purring as he walked back to his office.

#asks!#albert wesker x reader #resident evil x reader #wesker x reader #tw.hybrids

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haitanisbug · 2 years

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Puppy boy! Kazutora x Reader

CW: 18+ Material. Minors do not interact. Hybrid/ puppy boy. Implications of pet play. Mention of past abuse.

After a few months of moving into the city, and getting used to a new job, the weight of your loneliness started to set on your shoulders. One of your coworkers had mentioned adopting a hybrid to help curb the feeling. “I just got a kitty boy and you wouldn't believe how sweet he is! You should look into adopting a hybrid too. I always have someone to look forward to after work now and I feel a lot happier!”

What the hell, you think. Might as well give it a shot, not like your life could get any worse. Making new friends in the city was difficult, maybe this would help you gain some confidence and help you acclimate to a new city. So on your next free weekend you head to one of the hybrid adoption centers. When you walk through the doors the sound of animals purring, playing and barking immediately reaches your ears. You can’t see any of the hybrids from the front room but judging where the sound was coming from you could tell that they kept most of them in pens in the back.

“Hi!! How can I help you today!” The perky lady at the front desk draws your attention.

“Uhhh yea hi. Um im thinking about adopting a hybrid…” you trail off thinking that this might just be a bad decision to begin with and contemplating turning around and just going home but the front lady looks way too happy about your response and she immediately starts back up.

“That’s great! We’re always looking for people to take in hybrids now-a-days. We’re almost always at full capacity so I'm glad you’re looking to adopt! Have you had a hybrid before, and do you know what you’re looking for?” She’s opened up a file on her computer and starts clicking away as you speak

“No I don’t currently have one, and I'm not really sure? I'm at work most of the time and just kinda wish I had something or er- someone I guess, to look forward to seeing when I come home.”

“Ok great! Usually we recommend puppies for first time hybrid owners. They’re easier to handle than some of the other hybrid species. And if companionship is your goal, they’re usually the best for that too!” She giggles a bit as she comes around to the desk to open the door to the back of the center. “Come on in, we keep all the hybrids in rooms back here. We can walk through, and take a look at each one until we find you a match!”

The adoption center was a lot larger than you thought because once the lady opens the back door you see rows and rows of rooms lined up on either side of you. The rooms stretch down the hallway and turn into what looks like an even larger hallway at the end of the corridor. Each room has a glass door to easily peek inside at the hybrids. Most of the rooms have a little bed with toys scattered about.

“Wow, I didn’t know there were so many different types of hybrids.” You gush.

“Yea, they come in all sorts of species. Some of the more aggressive breeds have to be kept in different centers that are better equipped to house them, so you won't see any of them here.”

She takes you around through each of the hallways, letting you peek in at each of the hybrids. Some of them walk up to the door curious about the new visitor, some try and play with you through the glass and some (mostly the cat hybrids) ignore you, opting to nap in the corner of their rooms instead.

You make it almost to the end of the facility when you peek into one of the last rooms. In it, a puppy hybrid is lounging in the corner. He’s got long two toned hair that falls past his shoulders and dark ears that stick up on the top of his head. His tail is wrapped slightly around his body that's splayed on the ground. His tail is full too, with hair sticking up all over it. You cant help but gasp “wow. He’s- hes so pretty.” you mumble.

“Ah, that’s Kazutora. He usually gets that reaction out of adoptees. He's a handful though.”

You take a closer look at Kazutora and notice he's got scratches all over his arms and legs. He’s got a couple of nicks in his ears, as if something bit huge chunks out of them, and then you squint at a black marking that's peeking out in the collar of his shirt. “What's that on his neck?”

The adoption lady looks sad when she answers “Some of the hybrids have come from tough homes. Kazutora here used to be a fighting dog. His last owners were part of an illegal dog fighting ring that had humans bet on hybrid fights. That mark on his neck is their branding mark.”

“God that's terrible. I didn't even know such things existed.” Tears start to prick at the corner of your eyes. You didn't know how any human could put another living being through that pain.

“That's why he's a handful though. Kazutora doesn't trust humans and he can get a bit aggressive. Every home who adopted him has sent him back after a few days. At this point, I don't really think he wants to be adopted.” As you were talking Kazutora has woken up from his little slumber. His eyes are open and he's staring at the both of you standing in front of the door.

“I want him.” you say.

“I don't think that's a good idea.” The lady shifts on her feet. “If you're a new hybrid owner, he’ll definitely be too much for you. And he's not the most cuddly. I'm sure one of the earlier puppies will be a better fit!” She tries to lead you away but your heart is set on the puppy boy in front of you.

“I don't want any of the other hybrids, I want Kazutora.” Sensing the finality in your voice the adoption lady acquiesces with a sigh.

“If you say so, but just in case, we do have a 60 day return policy if you believe that it isn't a right fit. This should give you and your puppy enough time to see if youre right for each other.”

As you're waiting for the handler to retrieve Kazutora, you walk back to the front of the facility and sign the official adoption papers. You're waiting on the couch when the large doors swing open and a handler walks in, leash in hand, with Kazutora trailing behind him. Kazutora has got a muzzle fitted over his mouth and he's snapping, growling and cursing at the handler.

When the handler sees you sitting on the couch he does a double take. “I'm not sure about this. Fucking mutt is really aggressive today.”

“He's not a mutt. And of course he's aggressive, you've got a muzzle restraining him!” You walk over to the pair and reach your hands up near Kazutoras mouth.

“Miss! Be careful!” The handler is about to push you away when Kazutoras snarling stops. He's looking at you with wary eyes as you unclip the muzzle from the back of his head. You bring your other hand up to Kazutoras face as the muzzle falls off and you stand really still.

“Hey Kazutora.” You whisper as to not scare him even more. “I'm going to be your owner from now on. It's nice to meet you!” with golden-brown eyes trained on yours, he moves his head to the side. His cheek brushes up against your hand and he takes a small sniff.

“I think he likes you” The adoption lady says, watching the scene unfold.

Once you're sure Kazutora won't bite your head off, you take the leash from the handler and thank the adoption lady as you make your way to your car. Kazutora is mellow the whole ride to your apartment. He doesn't say a word, or make another sound but his ears are laying flat across his head and his nose will sniff the air from time to time. You know he's trying to get used to your surroundings and you don't talk to him in order to help him with this process.

After you make it up to your apartment, you take his collar off and close the door. “Welcome to your new home Kazutora! It's just me that lives here, so it's quiet most of the time. But I think you’ll like it here. C'mon i'll show you where you'll be sleeping.” He patters softly behind as you walk into your bedroom. You had bought a small bed the weekend before and placed it in the corner of your room for your puppy-to-be. Kazutora glances around the whole room, his ears are standing straight up and so is his tail. He’s definitely on guard, and you step closer to him to comfort him but he steps back away from you a growl escaping his lips.

“Okay okay! I won't come any closer. I know it's been a long day so… you can take a nap in your new bed if you want? I’ll make us some dinner in the meantime.” You slowly back away and leave him alone in your room. You can't shake the look of hostility and almost fear that was in Kazutora’s eyes just now. He doesn't like quick movements near him, you think. And you make a mental note to not move so suddenly anymore. After dinner is ready, you walk into your room to give Kazutora his plate. He growls as you get closer to his bed so you just set the plate down and scurry out before his aggression escalates.

You eat alone at the table with a sigh. Maybe you should have listened to the adoption lady. If the point of getting a hybrid was to make you feel less lonely, then why are you sitting at your dinner eating alone? Again. But Kazutoras fearful look, and his body littered with scars comes to mind and you drop your head to the table. “He needs me.” You mumble. And with that in mind you get up to start getting ready for bed.

When you walk back to your room, Kazutora has fallen asleep, his plate still laying where you placed it but it's licked clean. At least he likes my cooking, you think. And then you turn the lights off and bury yourself in the covers.

You couldn't have been asleep more than a couple hours when you're suddenly woken up by the sound of whimpering. Kazutora is making all sorts of pained noises, and when you squint in the dark you can tell he's shaking violently too. “Kazutora.” You whisper. When he doesn't respond you say his name a bit louder, with no reply. “He's gotta be having a really bad nightmare.” You call his name once more and his head shoots up. His whole body goes rigid and his chest is heaving as he stares at you.

If you thought he had fear in his eyes before, the look he's giving you now is haunting. His face has gone sheet white and dread is seeping off of him in waves. “Kazutora, c'mere baby. You were having a nightmare.” You sit up and move the comforter back a bit and that's all it takes before Kazutora is leaping into your bed. He burrows underneath the covers and rubs up against your side. You maneuver him until he’s situated between your legs under the covers, and his head is laying on your chest. He's trembling so much it shakes you, and he hasn't stopped whimpering since you woke him up. They're broken crys, and the sound shatters your heart.

“Shhh, it's okay “ ‘Tora it's okay. You're safe here, puppy. It was just a dream. No one is going to hurt you again.” your hands are combing through his hair as you get him to quiet down. You feel dampness soaking your sleep shirt, and you guess that Kazutora is probably crying. He nuzzles further into your body the more you play with his hair. And eventually his whimpers die down. His breathing steadies and you guess he's probably gone to sleep.

“Who in their right mind would hurt someone as precious as you.” You're whispering to yourself as you begin to scratch under his ears. “You're such a good boy, Kazutora. My good boy.” Soon Kazutora’s snoring turns to purring and you realize he's awake. Your hands fall from his ears and you say “Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up.”

His head nuzzles into your chest again and you hear a muffled “Dont stop.”

You freeze, hearing his voice for the first time shocks you. The adoption lady warned you that some hybrids are more shy than others and that it took a while for Kazutora to open up. “Dont stop…..petting. Don't stop petting.” He repeats. And your hands fly to his ears, scratching them at their base.

You let out a small giggle. “Sorry ‘Tora.” He doesn't say anything back, but the small thumping of his tail is all the confirmation you need, that your puppy is going to be very happy in his new home.

#kazutora x reader #kazutora hanemiya #kazutora hanemiya x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tr x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #tr fluff #kazutora x you #kazutora x y/n #tj.fics #tw.hybrid

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ofallthingsnasty · 2 years

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Aw, but what about spoiled hybrid reader and stray Dabi who keeps sneaking into your owners' apartment and keeps getting you pregnant. They've tried everything but that clever asshole still manages to climb in somehow - and no matter how many times they tell you he's bad news, he always bullies you into submission...

By now they've got two mini-Dabis running around the apartment and you're looking suspiciously round again 🤭

#tw.hybrids #tw.pet play #hello and welcome to my blog where we p0rnify disney movie plots ... jk i just noticed this #tw.pregnancy #dabi

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nkogneatho · 2 months

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*walks in*

lion hybrid!toji🗣

*runs away*

#pasi.txt #tw.hybrid

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p-antomime · 2 years

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g𖦹𖦹d, g𖦹𖦹d.

𖦹 minors don’t interact. ┊ wc: 5,1K.

𖦹 content: service dom!mikey, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight manhandle, praise kink, overstimulation, pinning, cunniligus, pet names.

𖦹 pairings: dog hybrid!sano manjiro x owner!f!reader.

ᥫ᭡. request. ┊ taglist! ┊ tokyo rev. masterlist!

It was a busy day. Your head was buzzing.

One of those days when you barely have time to breathe properly and have to run around to attend to all the appointments that were previously shoved into your personal agenda. One of those days when, should something get out of control, you might burst into tears because of the stress coursing through your veins like a drug.

But at least look at it this way:

You survived.

At the expense of your good mood, physical health and mental stability, but survived.

And now, all you had to do was go home, crawl into bed after a long tiring day and go to sleep to probably have a worse day than today.

You took a deep breath, looking at the shiny buttons of the elevator that was taking you to the first floor of the huge building that concentrated your depressing life as an office worker. Now maybe it was nine o'clock in the evening, or not much later or early than that, as there were barely any people passing through the company corridors and you felt relieved that you didn't have to talk or interact with anyone other than the cleaning lady who always greeted you with a kind but tired smile.

As soon as you left the building and your feet started hurting in those heels that were part of your dress code and they barely lasted another two minutes glued to your body: you took them off and replaced them with the shoes you always carried in one huge backpack when your boss warned you that he "would need you to stay longer for the good of the company”.

And only then you started to walk down the street calmly, without even paying attention to the surroundings, listening to your feet making several "creaks" in the first steps you took.

It was not a long walk, therefore: there was no point in trying to catch a bus or wanting to go by subway.

At a certain moment, you even picked up your cell phone and headphones to listen to music on the way and make your life a little more colorful and less realistic. And, still walking further and further away from the neighborhood where your business was located, you got a little distracted by viewing the messages on the phone notification bar and tried to answer your group of friends who seemed to decide to make a mess zone of more than a thousand text messages while you were busy working like a responsible adult.

Your music paused unintentionally and you stopped walking before turning the corner and passing in front of a cul-de-sac to click the button to make it start playing again.

Your eyes fell on the alley for a brief second and you had the impression of seeing something partially hidden in a part of it that the light from the street lamp couldn't reach properly.

The music continued without playing, and your ears, even in a muffled way, managed to pick up something resembling a yelp – actually, you realized that it was a yelp because it was better to be an animal than a human.

Your frown creased, you clicked the button on the phone screen to activate the flashlight and cast light on that small corner of the alley.

Then your countenance softened completely and one of your hands went to remove one of the headphones.

How cute! It was a small, fluffy puppy, with shiny eyes like two obsidians and fur as white as whipped cream, probably of some breed between Eskimo or Zwergspitz. His ears raised in a sign that he was on the alert, but not enough to bite you.

Who would have the courage to abandon this cute little boy here, in the middle of the street, without any help?!

You pouted, walking a little closer to the alley and kneeling down holding the cell phone to keep shining a light on the little stray dog.

— Ohh, hi, buddy! Are you lost? Do you have a collar? — Your other vague hand called him toward you and you watched his ears move up and down a few times before seeing him slowly approach, his short legs making you melt with cuteness.

Moving the flashlight on your phone to the side, you stroked his fur, realizing how dirty it was, and looked for a collar, however thin, around his small neck.

— Gosh, they really abandoned you here. — You grumbled, biting thelower lip and watching him rub his snout against the palm of your hand before letting out a lick that made you giggle. — Oh, I can't take you home, buddy! I wish I could, but...

The puppy lifted his head in your direction and you had the impression that you could see in his eyes a reflective glint of anxiety as he silently spoke and growled: "I'm never leaving you!”. But, perhaps it was force of habit to be surrounded by several other humans: you were seeing essentially human emotions in a little animal that just wanted to be protected and cared for.

His eyes kept shining in your direction, and you gave him another little peck before running one hand over his head in a little caress.

How could you say “No” to those cute little eyes? And besides, he seemed so polite, he didn't even try to bite you or get too suspicious when you approached.

You could just keep him for a few days, a few weeks until he is well and recovered from whatever time he has been forced to live on the streets of Tokyo, and then give him to a good dog shelter.

— Fine, fine! You're such a cute lil' thing! — You ran your hand over his head before stroking his ears and going to put away your own cell phone so that you could pick it up with both hands. — C'mere! — The puppy let you lift him up and wrap him in a hug that ended with him resting his head and muzzle on your shoulder, almost like a baby. From his weight, you could tell he was obviously starting to become malnourished. — We're going home now, okay? — You looked at him without expecting an answer, but he gave a little bark that you interpreted as an affirmative answer before you started walking back the same way you always walked.

Or better: almost the same old way, because this time you went to the market near your house to buy a small bag of food with the help of one of the employees because you didn't want to end up giving the puppy something made for humans to eat and make him sick or worse.

When already at home, the first thing you did was to give that puppy a little bath, taking care to wash ears, paws and muzzle. You didn't want to hurt him, much less have him bite you, but in reality he was so calm, it seemed as if he was watching you like a polite boy.

— Now, wait here for me, okay? — You pointed to the sofa after drying his fur with one of your towels and he looked at you without barking before climbing up there and laying his head on his hind legs with his cute little ears wagging. — Okay, okay, good boy. — You gave him a little smile before you went into the kitchen and began to put some of the purchased dog food into a bowl.

Upon returning to the living room, you left it on the floor next to the couch he had been lying on. It didn't even look like he had moved properly, in fact: it even looked like he was watching the television you had turned on as soon as you arrived just to have something playing in the background of your life.

— I'm gonna take a shower, so you better behave yourself, ‘kay? Your food is down here, by your side on the couch! — You said, still not expecting an answer.

He on the other hand just yawned at you and you concluded that he got the message before walking to the bathroom and starting your own shower, which didn't last long because you were anxious to know if your new puppy was making a mess in the living room while you weren't looking.

But.

But, when you came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and went snooping around the room, there was a white Eskimo puppy eating his food with little noises as he chewed.

— You are so obedient, I was expecting to see you making a mess here. — You said and he didn't even bother to lift his face to look at you and by the time you came back into the room wearing clean pajamas, his food was almost completely eaten, and this time, the puppy was back lying lazily on the couch. — I guess I have to choose a name for you, huh?

You sat down next to him and brushed fingers over his fluffy back in a sort of caress to test how willing he was to let you pet him like a good boy. And the puppy stood up and crawled toward you until his front paws were resting on your thigh and his head was resting there too.

Your heart melted, he was so cute!

The gears in your brain started to turn and to think of a name for him. The first option was something like "Snow" because of his fur, the second: "Pearl" also because of his fur, but they all seemed too obvious and you sighed in frustration.

— Mikey? — You felt his ears move back and forth beneath your hand. — Do you like it? "Mikey”? Like it?

It was obvious he wasn't going to answer; he wasn't human. You felt a little silly talking to him as if he was, but his ears moving was good enough to make you sure that from now on, his name was Mikey – even though: he had a name, Sano Manjiro.

— You must be sleepy, I guess. — You spoke up and began to think about where you could let him sleep without worrying about waking up with him making a mess.

Your eyes fell on your bedroom door and face contorted.

— Mikey, you're not going to pee in my bed, are you? — He looked at you with those same bright eyes from before, and you pouted. — Oh, you’d never do that, would you? You're too cute to do that! — Your hands brushed his ears before your arms went around his body and carried him to your room after you turned off the television. — Look, this is my room, it's a lil’ messy today ‘cause I left early for work, but I swear it's not always like this, Mikey. — You left him sitting on your bed and went to pull up the sheets before leaving the bedroom door ajar and getting into bed. — If you need to go to the bathroom, the bedroom door is open, I guess you're smart enough to remember where the bathroom is, huh?

Mikey gave a little bark before wagging his tail and ears and slipping into the sheets.

Now, unlike all the other days, there was a little ball of fur forming a rise in the middle of the bed underneath the sheets you used to sleep on.

You tucked yourself under them too and turned to the opposite side of the bed from Mikey to turn off the light from the lamp beside your bed.

— G'night, Mikey!

It was your first night sleeping together and it would have been completely perfect.

If your new puppy hadn't woken you up with licks on your face practically at 6 o'clock in the morning hungry.

You wanted to be angry with him. Really, you did. But, then again, he looked at you with those big bug-eyes shining in the dim light of the room with the windows closed.

He was lucky that he was too cute – so it took you less than 10 minutes to crawl out of bed grunting and rubbing eyes, walk blindly around the house not wanting to open them properly and put in some pet food for him to eat.

But look on the bright side: at least he didn't try to go into the kitchen alone to rummage through the food and not end up eating something he shouldn't have.

Deep down, Mikey was a good boy and he behaved well: this became obvious when you left for work a few hours after the moment he woke you up and came home extremely worried wondering if he was okay and, contrary to expectations, that little Eskimo dog was lazily lying on the couch.

He only got up excitedly when he saw you open the door and jumped up from the couch wagging his tail and barking in a plea for you to pet him and give him attention.

In fact, Mikey was such a good boy that he would even change his form to fix some things you had left untidy before leaving for work. And you wouldn't even notice because you were so tired from a long day at work, he would even giggle mentally because you were too inattentive to notice the truth literally right under your nose.

As time went by, almost a month and a few weeks later, when you could already see that he was much better taken care of than when you picked him up off the street, you remembered that the deal was:

It was to take care of him until he got well. You didn't have time to take care of a dog, even though, deep down, you had gotten used to coming home to the sound of Mikey's paws on the floor and the sound of his snout against your cheek to wake you up in the morning.

Now you were on the couch in the living room, fingers tangled in his fluffy fur, with the home phone hooked between your ear and shoulder.

— Hello...? Oh, hi, I know it's kind of late, but on weekdays when you're open, I'm at work. — The girl on the other end of the line said everything was fine and asked if you needed anything. — Oh, yes, actually, I kinda... I rescued a stray puppy a few weeks ago, almost a month ago in fact, but I didn't intend to keep it as a pet, y’know? — You got the impression that the attendant was judging you a lot on the other end of the call. — I just... I don't have much time for him, but obviously I didn't wanna leave him on the street again, so I called you to see if there was any way I could be giving him to this shelter.

"Mhm, get it, get it, what’s his condition? Is there any injuries, any illnesses that we need to know about before you hand him over to us?", you looked at Mikey who had his eyes closed, but his ears were up listening to everything you were saying.

You were going to give him away? To whom?! To other people? To another girl? To a boy?

Mikey felt like biting you and growling at you.

How could you want to give him away to other people?! Didn't you like him? He was so good to you! He never ate what you told him not to eat! And he even went back to human form and cleaned your house while you were gone!

Sure, he may or may not have unintentionally or willfully gone through your things, more specifically: your panties, but he was a guy with needs! And he always cleaned up the mess he made afterwards.

— I don't think so, he seems to be in perfect condition! — You spoke into the phone, and as soon as the girl asked for your basic information, such as address, name and phone number for further contact, your voice resounded through the room in several replies in a row.

And Mikey began to think of a way not to be turned over to that shelter, he wanted to remain here, in your home, being your company.

You were too good for him, he would never find another person who had taken such good care of him and tried so hard to treat him like a good pet.

Mikey liked how your fingers applied just the right amount of pressure to his head and back in little caresses, how you let him lick your cheek or hand when it was time to wake up, how you called him "Good boy" in a honeyed voice, how you didn't complain when he kept barking at the cats on the street outside your window, how you let him sleep in your bed and let him lay his head on your thighs and on your tits, liked everything about you, everything you did.

That night, you lay down to sleep on his side of the bed again and turned the other way. And, during the early hours of the morning, your pet puppy changed from canine to human form and watched you in your sleep scratching his head to try to come to a conclusion what to do so that you wouldn't throw him into a shelter.

An idea popped into his mind.

If he was more than just a pet, you wouldn't want to get rid of him.

Yes, more than just a pet, that's what he needed, would, wanted to be.

Throughout the entire night and early morning, Mikey was just waiting anxiously for the morning to come, without returning to his canine hybrid form, and checking on you from time to time from the other side of the bed to see when you would wake up.

The clock struck 7 a.m., you were probably about to wake up, he knew this because he had learned over the weeks that it took you an hour to get ready for work and have coffee. But what usually woke you up was, in fact, the licks he gave you on your face.

Mikey stood over you, one leg on either side of your waist and each arm on the side of your sleeping face, and leaned down to brush his lips against your cheeks and jaw in small, tender kisses.

It took less than two minutes for you to roll over in bed and murmur a sleepy "Hmmm?" with eyes opening slowly and blinking a few times. And your little dog kept on giving you little kisses on your face with his hands going to rest on your waist to keep you from getting up.

You rubbed your eyes and, feeling your fingers rub against something soft, which in this case was his cheek, immediately tried to focus your still sleepy vision.

You were greeted by large dark orbs staring back at you and soon after, your attention fell on a calm face adorned by well-cut hair and decorated with thin, lustrous lips.

It was... a man?! In your fucking room?! A stalker?! Who the fuck...

— Morning! — Mikey spoke up before intercepting a hand of yours almost reaching up to slap his face away and grabbed it before interlacing fingers with yours and pushing your palm against the bed. — You took your time waking up! I thought I was going to have to kiss you for real to–

— Who the fuck are you?! Get the fuck out of my bed, my house! Oh my fu–

— Hm?! What d’you mean?! I am Mikey! Your Mikey! Your white puppy! — He complained, speaking as if it were obvious, and let his lips fall back on your jaw.

Your skin felt so hot, so good under his lips that even though you were already awake, he couldn't stop.

— The fuck! Get the fuck... — You tried to release your hand from his and lifted the other one to his shoulders trying to push him away; in response, Mikey did exactly the same thing you had done before, now both your hands were intertwined with his fingers and pressed against the mattress of the bed. — Out! You're not Mikey! My Mikey is a cute lil'–

— Mhm, doggie, yeah, I know! Because I am your cute lil' doggie! — He answered, lifting his face to look at yours, which had a confused, tormented and annoyed expression all at once, and he grinned sideways. — But, I wanna be more than that, you think I didn't hear you yesterday talking to the dog shelter?! I've been such a good boy to you all these days and you wanna give me away to other people!

— You are not! You're just a fucking–

Mikey wouldn't let you finish talking, his mouth clamped down on yours in a desperate kiss and his hands pressed yours more firmly against the bed to make sure that you couldn't slap his face away.

You tried to open your mouth to bite his lips, and, taking advantage of your accidental gap, he slid his tongue into your mouth, pulling you into a kiss that slowed your already sleep-soaked mind even more.

Your body, without even paying attention to what you were thinking, relaxed beneath Mikey's and just then his hands released yours to slide down your pajama shirt and cup your tits.

Maybe your resistance wasn't firm enough, proof of this was that you barely managed to force yourself not to respond to Mikey's kiss and in a matter of seconds what was supposed to be a shallow kiss just to shut you up turned into something more urgent and messy with his lips assaulting yours as if he were hungry.

Your hands reached into his hair to pull his face closer and before you could think straight, your legs were spreading slightly to let him occupy the space between them which Manjiro promptly claimed as his.

His lips parted from yours when you ran out of air and immediately went to bite your neck hard enough to leave little marks where they passed.

You could feel the bottom of your panties begin to get wet and, almost as if already knowing where you needed him most, one of Mikey's hands slid up your crotch to reach your pussy and caressed it over all the thin fabrics covering it.

— Your puppy is good with his lips, isn't he? No need to say it out loud, I know I am. — Mikey whispered before he lifted his body to move on the bed until his torso was between your legs and his hands were gripping your thighs to keep them apart. — After today, I’ll never leave you, I’ll be your pet and your pet-boyfie forever, got it?

You propped yourself up on elbows unable to grasp the exact real meaning of his words, your body needing more of his touch to be able to focus on anything other than his quiet breathing against your covered pussy.

— You don't... — You felt Mikey leave a kiss on your clit and you swallowed hard trying not to let a moan escape. — D-Don't look like my lil' dog, like my Mikey. — He looked up to meet your eyes and continued to do so before he hooked his fingers through your shorts and panties to pull them down and finally give you a privileged view of your dripping pussy.

— It's because you haven't called me a good boy yet, if you call me a good boy I’ll look like your puppy. — Manjiro retorted, giving a long lick between your folds and making you drop your torso completely against the bed again.

His tongue felt so soft and warm, feeling him run it from top to bottom over your pussy made you clench around nothing before your hands reached into his hair to try to force his head against the middle of your legs.

— Call me good boy, or I won't go on.

Manjiro whispered, and you grunted before running your tongue over lips.

— You're a good boy, Mikey, you already know it. — He denied it with the head before letting out a sardonic laugh.

— 'M not 'a' good boy. — You heard him let out a small irritated growl before he glued lips to your clit and sucked on it without much pressure, just enough to make it leak a little more and make you need it more. — Try again.

— Yo-you're my good boy, okay? My good boy. And–

Before you could speak any further, his mouth glued itself to your pussy again and his tongue began licking you again and, now, sucking with much more precision and avidity than before.

It was as if he had licked you before just to get an initial taste, the best for him came later when your legs began to suffocate him by closing unwillingly around his head and pushing his face further against the middle of your thighs.

Even with his hands holding you around the waist, you were still restless, as expected. And Mikey probably swore to himself that watching you squirm and whimper with hands pulling at his hair while his tongue made a mess of your pretty pussy was the most satisfying sight he had ever had the pleasure of seeing.

Inevitably, one of his palms went from your waist to his cock that had never been covered since the moment he kissed your neck to wake you up.

You didn't usually shower any man with praises, but it was implied that if you stopped inflating his ego, Mikey wouldn't let you cum, even though your body was already shaking with your orgasm getting dangerously close.

He needed you to tell him how well he was eating you out, what a good boy he was, how much you liked him. And that's exactly what you did – shyly, but did, and his eyes rolled up and his mouth groaned against your throbbing clit every time a breathless, intoxicating "Good Boy" escaped your saliva-soaked lips, and the hand on his dick went up and down faster and faster.

And you ended up cumming so hard that you had the impression, for the first time, of having squirted against a guy's mouth and of your vision going white for long seconds that were perfect for Mikey to finish licking up all your liquids, put his arms around your waist and change the position of your body as if you were just a little toy bought to entertain him.

Your body was bent over the bed, knees resting on the mattress in a typical doggystyle. Yes, he liked it that way, it was easier to feel your whole body and he could still wrap a hand around your neck, which didn't take long to happen.

His cock was aching even more to fill you to the brim just watching your entrance pulsing and your clit getting swollen from all the sucking and teasing he had done, and you, on the other hand, were too busy trying to recover from your first orgasm to care much about Mikey wanting to use your wet hole some more.

— Your pussy is so pretty, I'm a lil’ disappointed that I haven't tried anything with you before, I've been missing this pussy of yours for weeks? — Manjiro whispered, licking lips and running two fingers through your folds to spread your slick before putting his hands on your waist.

— Sto-fuck! I cannot...! 'M gonna be–

Mikey hit you deep inside. No time for you to complain.

At the moment he wasn't thinking with his own brain, but was being guided by the instinct of his hybrid part, which meant that by the second time he pulled out of your pussy and slammed again, he was already cumming and filling you for the first time with a drawn-out grunt and teeth digging into one of your shoulders almost hard enough to draw blood.

And your walls milked every last drop of his thick cream, even as your head was confused by the pleasure trying to assimilate all the sensations coursing through your body. You felt full, needing to cum again, and at the same time unable to breathe properly.

Manjiro's instincts whispered to him to keep fucking you and to cum again inside your pussy, to bred you as much as possible, so that's exactly what he did, starting to actually move in and out of you.

In whispers, without stopping to thrust inside your pussy and make some of his cum drip down between your thighs, Mikey was asking you who was fucking you so good, who your pussy belonged to now, who was your good boy. And the answer was obvious, but you could barely formulate a complete sentence without moaning or whimpering in between as he finished fucking you braindead.

The pace becoming more and more animalistic, erratic and rough, his balls already full of cum again slapping against your swollen clit and his hands leaving marks on your waist that was already aching from the force used to slam his hips against yours.

It didn't take long for your puppyboy to cum inside your used pussy again, this time giving a much deeper thrust to make sure he had finished breeding you properly, and his climax ended up pulling yours in and as a result you were gushing against him again in a mixture of both your fluids and his.

Mikey had used up most of his strength stored up during the night and ended up collapsing on the bed beside you, his breathing as rapid as yours, but unlike you there was a silly, almost idiotic smile of satisfaction and accomplishment on his lips.

Your head turned to the side and eyes fixed on the watch. Obviously you were already late. And your puppy's attention followed yours before he propped himself up on his elbows.

— This means that we can–

— Get the fuck out of my bed, if you're my dog, I'm forbidding you to lie in my bed again! — Manjiro pouted, he had the same bright eyes as the day you found him on the street.

— We can do it on the floor too, but I prefer the bed because–

— We are not! Going to have sex again! And you... — You stared at him with a frown. — You'll sleep in the backyard for making me late today.

— Jeez, you're such a hothead! — Mikey stood up and rolled over on the bed until he was on your side with his face close to yours. — Are you still taking me to the shelter?

You didn't answer, but Manjiro already knew the answer.

He just wanted you to admit that you were no longer going to give up your good boy.

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cats don’t fare well in the heat…

pairings: pet shop owner!chifuyu x catgirl hybrid!reader (reader has a vagina, she/her pronouns used)

warnings: NSFW, 18+ MINORS DNI!; hybrid AU, mentions of heat, fingering (f!receiving), allusions to penetrative sex at the end, reader is somewhat sub but becomes implied switch at the end, lmk if there’s anything i missed!

notes: written for my beloved editor sam @christeningsakusa (fun fact: i didn’t let her beta-read this one bc i wanted to surprise her on the dash with it HAHA), also shoutout to my beta-reader vega @portfolio-of-dreams !!! tysm lovely <3

tagging my lovely network!!: @shibuyawardnetwork

it was raining on the day that chifuyu first found you.

he discovered you in the alleyway behind his apartment building; you were crouched underneath a soggy cardboard box in a futile attempt to shelter yourself from the harsh downpour. your beautiful features were contorted into a scowl, your pointed ears were twitching in rhythm with the pitter-pattering of raindrops, and your fluffy tail was soaked and tucked in between your legs. chifuyu could tell you were under a lot of stress— significantly more stress than a pretty little half-feline like you should ever have to endure. so, he decided to let you spend the night in his apartment, at least until the rain stopped.

he took you home and bathed you. even though you were reluctant at first, with light coaxing and promises of treats, you eventually caved in. he helped you out of the dirtied and battered nightgown that was loosely draped over your body and slowly lowered you into the tub, not wanting to shock your body from the temperature contrast. chifuyu gently scrubbed you clean, and he could tell you were enjoying it from the way you just melted into his touch. but when he scrubbed behind your ears, you purred, and he swore that he felt his heart skip a beat.

the rain stopped two days later, but chifuyu wasn’t ready to let you go yet. just one more week, he’d reason with himself, so that she can get back on her feet before i release her. it’s only fair.

but one week quickly became two, then two into three. and by the third week, you’d fully settled into chifuyu’s apartment, even going so far as to sleep in the same bed as him. during those late nights and early mornings when you’re cuddled up next to him, your warm body holding him closely and soft purrs slipping past your slightly-parted lips, chifuyu questions his feelings for you. he’s confused— you were supposed to just be a stray catgirl hybrid that he picked up and helped rehabilitate, but now, you sleep in the same bed as him, eat the same meals as him, and sometimes even bathe with him.

but i’m just doing these things because i’m a good master, right? he reasons with himself. i just want her to feel like she has a home, that she has a family, and that’s why i treat her as such. the lines between what’s appropriate and what’s not are becoming blurrier and blurrier by the day, and this leaves chifuyu losing sleep at night, staring blankly at his ceiling while he tries his best to rid himself of any romantic or sexual feelings for you.

the next morning, chifuyu made a grave mistake. your loud meowing woke him up, and he quickly tossed the covers off of both of your bodies. you felt extremely hot to the touch and he would’ve mistaken it for a fever— if it weren’t for the way you were subtly rocking your hips against his thigh. cats on average get their heat every 2 to 3 weeks, and you’ve been with him for exactly that amount of time.

“kitty,” chifuyu coos, choosing to call you by that pet name since you were never formally named by your previous owner. (and if you were, you don’t remember it.) “wake up. are you alright?”

“mmm,” you slowly stir awake, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hands as you stretch. “it’s too hot. and it hurts…”

he sits up straight, worry bubbling in his stomach. “where does it hurt, my precious baby? i’ll make sure the pain goes away.”

you slowly part your legs and chifuyu’s eyes nervously follow your hand as it snakes down your body. “here. it hurts here,” you groan, patting your cunt twice and the stimulation makes you shiver. you turn to face him, pretty feline features forming a pout. “please help me, master,” you whine, and your needy and pitiful voice makes him grow lightheaded.

he licks his lips once before nodding his head. “okay, i promise i’ll make you feel better. just lie still for me.” his hand weasels its way into your cotton shorts, feeling around until his fingertips brush against your core. you’re absolutely soaked down there, which makes it easier for chifuyu to slick up his fingers and rub tight circles on your puffy clit. you mewl against his skin, which is also growing warm, and you grind your hips against his hand for additional friction.

“fuyu, need more,” you plead. “hurts inside too.”

he feels like passing out. the room is spinning and the only thing he can focus on is the warmth in between your thighs. still, he wastes no time lifting your hips to slide your shorts and panties down to your ankles. propping himself up on his forearm, he lines his middle and ring fingers up to your drooling hole.

“kitty, i’m gonna put two fingers in, okay? tell me if i’m hurting you and i’ll stop.” you frantically nod your head, and chifuyu slowly inches the digits into your tight walls.

the pads of his fingers run along the top wall of your pussy, searching for that special ribbed spot. once he finds it, he massages and kneads it, steadily increasing the pressure he applies to the spongy flesh. your legs kick out from all the pleasure and your tail starts to swing back and forth underneath your body. your pussy clenches onto him like a vice, and he can tell your orgasm is near from the airy pants that escape your lips.

the lewd sight before him makes chifuyu feel disgusted with himself. he feels like any wall of lies that he built up is crumbling down at a rate much faster than he can build them up again. i’m just helping her out, he assures himself. i’m knuckle deep into her pussy to help her during her heat. this is a completely non-sexual and non-romantic act of service. there’s nothing taboo or immoral about what i’m doing.

“fuyu,” your whine pulls him out of his dazed state. “kiss me, please. i want a kiss.”

without a second thought, chifuyu’s lips crash against yours, capturing them into a heated and passionate kiss. your teeth nibble at his bottom lip, and a choked moan gets caught in his own throat. you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer to you so that he’s practically on top of you— in this new position, he can rut his aching cock against your thigh, relieving some of the tension building up in his crotch.

his fingers pick up their pace, and loud squelching noises fill the room when you cum around the digits; your broken sobs of his name are muffled by his plush lips. he pulls away as he removes his fingers from your cunt, immediately placing the glistening digits onto his tongue. you taste so sweet to him, and he wishes he’d done this sooner had he known what he was missing out on.

“thank you, fuyu,” you whisper, delicately stroking his cheek. “you’re such a good master.”

he nestles his face into your palm, savoring the affection you’re giving him. maybe my feelings for her aren’t completely platonic, he admits to himself. and that’s okay.

he stays like this for a brief moment, but then suddenly, he feels your hand shove his back onto the bed. he yelps when you place your bare cunt over his erection and straddle him, gently grinding your slicked-up folds against the tent in his pajama pants. your tail languidly sways back and forth behind you, and your lips curl upwards into a seductive smirk.

“such a good master,” you coo as you bend down to pepper kisses all over his flushed face. “making me feel so good, but i’m not satisfied yet.”

you lift your hips and slide his pants and underwear to his mid-thigh before adding on.

“don’t you know that cats love going multiple rounds?”

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