#bnha puppygirl smut

[honeesucker]

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

Word count: 6,645

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

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

*Not proofread.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nodded, eager and waiting. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You felt safe. 

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

You knew. 

He knew. 

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

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

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

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

You read your appeal letter. 

The Judge consulted with all the information presented today. 

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

He was free. 

They let him go free. 

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

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

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

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

Tears blurred in your eyes; you palmed them away. 

The courtroom cleared. 

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

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

You weren't that weak hybrid anymore. 

Weren't you? 

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

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

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

You felt weak, defeated. 

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

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

"Everything is gonna be okay, Pup." 

@winnieslut @ryantryan6969 @natsukicookies @littlnika @im-better-than-your-newborn @ssc7514 @romiinlove @theequeenofcurses @xbieditz @hypernovaxx @craxy-person @archer-fb @sadgyaltings @kllrkitty @meiimeiichuu @noxva08 @livyyz @misscaller06 @kiwibao @ewwitsbella @mrsyixingunicorn10​ @simplesoup

[kisabesworld]

reminding y’all that i still write for hybrid!reader, a/b/o, stuff like that.. just a warning since i plan on posting some things like that and i don’t wanna scare any of y’all😭

anyways, gimme reqs for abo or hybrid reader with any of the following fandoms:

mha

(not comfortable writing for any animal human hybrids like tokoyami.. etc.)

tlou2

(mostly ellie and abby but i’m open to anything, except for child characters ofc.)

twisted wonderland

mw2

(only writing for ghost, konïg)

horizon zero dawn

naruto

obey me

the walking dead

(i will write for carl only in the last season)

genshin impact

(NONE of the child model characters. fluff only for younger modeled characters.)

[oh-katsuki]

thinkin’ bout being izuku and bakugou's little puppygirl

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[hotwings0203]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Where...going?” You heave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell’s all this?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kurogiri,” he rasps.

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

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

“Yes, young master.”

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

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

“Get up here.”

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

“On the...bed?”

He rolls his eyes in the dark.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

“I’m glad.”

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

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

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

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

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

He likes it.

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

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

“Tell me a story.”

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

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

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

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

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

“What was its name?”

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

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

“Mon-chan,” he breaths.

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

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

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

*********

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you want?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“T-Tomura, please...”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Were you always like this?

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

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

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

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

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

[palbabor-writes]

Unknown.

Pairing: Shigaraki Tomura x puppy!girl OC

For: @kazooli​ 

Warnings: sex pollen, tw.dubcon, tw.unbalanced relationship, tw.blood/gore, unrequited feelings, puppy!reader, established OC, NSFW/18+only

Word Count: 3681

Notes: the is part of the Evil Exchange! i had a lot of fun with this concept & am so glad i got to take part! this fic does have an established OC & while she is not named, she does have physical descriptions that are not neutral.  

[ 2:15 am, Monday morning ]

He shouldn’t have taken you along. You don’t belong here. 

Your quirk isn’t equipped to deal with something like this [ or is it perfect? since all of your senses are acutely attuned to him, your lips open, tongue heavy between your teeth, drool pooling under your jaw and down your neck, your eyes gleaming with an unnatural sheen as you try to hump against his leg like a bitch in heat ] and you have little in the way of melee attacks, or a true defense. No, all you have is your pretty blonde hair, floppy ears that prick each time you hear him, and that incessantly wagging tail that sticks out from your pert little ass, like a goddamn antenna. You’re absolutely too pure for this, too fucking saccharine, and too damn nice to be here.

Fuck. This was a mistake.

[ 72 hours before the mission ]

“It’s in that old warehouse, the one by the docks.”

“Which one? The images that we have show multiple buildings.”

“The fuck do I know? You only wanted me to ask around about the place. If you wanted me to do the damn job for you, you should have said.”

Shigaraki narrows his eyes at Dabi’s hunched back, doing his best to remind himself that they’re already low on funds, on members, and they can’t afford to lose anything else. Not now, when they’re literally scraping along the bottom of the barrel, yanking out whatever dregs they can find and trying desperately to make them stick.

“Did they give you a time?”

“For the exchange? Yeah, said they’re gonna be down there around 1am.”

“And the date?”

“Date?” Dabi questions, whipping his dark head back to Shigaraki’s impassive face, arching one dark brow. 

“Yeah,” Shigaraki intones, a half concealed snarl lifting his cracked lips. “The date for when this is all going to take place. We can’t send someone down there every night, hoping it’s the correct time. They’ll be noticed.”

“Said they wanted it to be this Monday, something about shelf life. Apparently this shit is better when it’s fresh. Sells quicker, is more effective.”

“How much did they agree to hand over?”

“Fucking–look man, I didn’t grab a cup of coffee with them, or ask if they wanted to go get some lunch. I told them our terms, they agreed and gave me the location, ‘date’ and time. What did you want me to do? Paint their nails? Suck em’ off? If you’re wanting to get into the drug trade, maybe ask a few more questions yourself. Not leave them to middlemen. You act like you wanna be a leader, so fucking act like–”  

A quiet knocking breaks Dabi’s tirade and both men turn toward the closed door.

“What?” Shigaraki snaps, raising a hand to his neck, scritching his long nails against the scars that he finds. It’s a shitty habit, and he knows it gives his agitation away, but he doesn’t care. The sooner Dabi loses his temper and fucks back off to the streets, the better.

The door creaks open and your golden head pops around the corner, hair falling into the empty air as your dog like ears waggle, listening, testing the safety of the room. Your eyes shift from Dabi’s bristled form to Shigaraki and the moment they alight on his stony expression, you smile. 

“M-mister Tomura, um, the others… well, we were talking and heard Dabi shouting… uh, they… I mean… I was wondering if you’ve assigned anyone to the new mission? The one you mentioned the other day?” 

Dabi snorts and you toss his lanky frame a glare, ears flattening along the side of your head. “Yeah, I bet you wanna know who’s going with Mister Tomura. Got news for you girly, it’s prolly not gonna be you.”

Your quivering pink lips are about to form a retort when Shigaraki’s voice croaks out. “Enough. Tell the others we’ll discuss this later. Dabi, don’t you have some recruits that you’re supposed to show me?”

The flame user waves a lackadaisical hand and stands, inky head cocked toward your pouting face, letting his sharp gaze linger against your angry expression. “Soon boss. Told you already, quality takes time. Not that you know that, since all you seem to attract is freaks, like this one.”

[ 21 hours before the mission ] 

 “You’re really taking her?” Toga asks, twirling a small knife between her splayed fingers. “I mean, isn’t she kinda lacking in… experience?”

“She’s the only one who can smell out any fakes. I don’t trust these guys. They might try to offload a lower grade product to us.” Shigaraki explains, tucking the battered case of quirk destroying bullets back into his jacket pocket. In the last 24 hours things have gone from bad to worse, what with the news that Twice couldn’t replicate the serum, and the potential, permanent loss of Kurogiri. He’s not about to add double crossed by some two bit drug dealers to that list.

“You want me to give her some weapons? A knife or something? I’ve got plenty of extra. Can’t ever have too many and besides, I like her. And I know she’ll bring them back, safe and sound. She’s such an obedient girl.”

Obedient. 

That’s an apt word for you. Maybe it’s an after effect of your quirk, or the puppy-like way you act around him [ with that permanently blissed out smile and thumping tail of yours ] but your swift, unquestioning compliance always makes him think of an over eager pet. 

“She’s malleable, and that’s what I need on this mission.”

“Ah! You saying I wouldn’t be?”

“Tch. You wouldn’t even try.”

[ 7 hours before the mission ]

He’s taking you. 

It hadn’t been some kind of dream, he’d really shown up in your doorway, with his red eyes glowing in the low light, his sharp jaw tensed, and told you that you’d be accompanying him. Just you and him, together, alone, on a mission where he’d need to rely on you. Could trust you, would talk with you.  

As soon as he left, you’d flopped back against the ratty mattress that sat in the middle of your room, trembling fingers already shoving the elastic lining of your shorts down, letting you thumb a quick circle over your throbbing, distended clit. In seconds you’re leaking all over your hand, mind whirring, picturing how he’ll look as he walks beside you, listening for the bite of his voice, imagining him telling you what a good girl you are. He’ll be so pleased, so happy with you. Oh, the things he’ll say to you. 

Look at you, you did so well. 

Thank you. Thank you for coming on this with me. 

I can’t wait to take you [ bend you over and ] with me again. 

I can’t wait to [ fuck your little pussy until you’re screaming for me ] get you home safely.

You did such a good job.

I wouldn’t have [ until you’re cumming all over my cock ] been able to do it without you.

You’d make the perfect apprentice, you know?

You really [ such a greedy little bitch ] would.

You’re perfect [ look at how you’re taking me. i’m gonna fuck you stupid, you dirty slut ] and I’m happy that you’re here with me.

That I found you.

Your release builds swiftly. Making your feathery tail ripple over the tattered sheets and your ears tremble in the chilly air. You feel you’re catching alight. It’s too much, and you hate that you’re not taking your time, but you can’t hear his voice as well now. 

The memory of it is fading as Mister Tomura pads away from you, down the long hallway that leads to his room. 

You remind yourself to listen more, as your fingers pinch and twist at your shuddering clit, to memorize every detail of him. You want to see him every time you close your eyelids and be able to picture him again each morning. To wash yourself in that hazy vermillion of his eyes and the timbre of his voice. 

It’s too soon, but your toes are already curling, your back is arching, welcoming the rush of wetness that slips between your shaking thighs. You feel lightheaded, but your dulled senses does nothing to mask the giddiness that keeps bubbling its way out of your chest. 

Tomorrow. Mister Tomura is taking you with him tomorrow.

 [ Mission begins: 1 am, Monday morning ]

 “Um, Mister Tomura… do you want me to go in first? That way you can–”

“No, they know I’m coming.”

“Oooh! So there’s no need for surprise!”

“Correct.”

The dark buildings along the wharf are slowly peeking into view and Shigaraki peers over at your grinning face, his red eyes watchful under the dark hood of his jacket. You look happy, a little too happy. You’re the best choice for this mission, but he can’t shake that uneasy feeling that keeps nagging at the back of his mind. 

Eager is one thing, but you’re practically vibrating with excitement. That tail of yours won’t stop lashing back and forth and each time he sees your ears twitch and your head snap up to his, he’s reminded that you’ll need to be looked after on this. Unlike the others, you don’t have an affinity for combat or a quirk that gives you any kind of advantage in a fight. Nevertheless, you’re a member of the league and that connection affords you certain privileges. 

Unless he has no other option, he won’t abandon you.

As the two of you step toward the fifth warehouse, you lean closer to him, your shoulder brushing against his obsidian jacket, a quiet huff of air falling from your parted lips. “This is it,” you tell him, mismatched eyes blinking up at his impassive expression. 

When he says good, you almost snatch at his arm, and you try to hold back your panting breaths, to not let them slip out, but you know he can see, he can tell. He always can. You feel his sharp gaze passing over you, and sense his blistering annoyance when you subconsciously lean into him a little harder, rubbing your clothed shoulder against his.

“You ready Mister Tomura?” The question leaves you on a whisper and you bite your lower lip into your mouth, wanting him to say yes, wanting him to tell you what a good job you’ve done, finding the location like this. That he’s ready for anything as long as you’re by his side.

“Step back,” he murmurs, lifting three fingers to the door as he shoves it open, the metal wheels screeching into the static quiet of the night.

[ 1:45 am, Monday morning ]

“What’s wrong with her?” Shigaraki demands, releasing the throat of the leader of this de facto gang, sending him crashing across the grimy floor of the warehouse.

“I– koff, koff, I d-don’t… fucking know! She just… shit… sniffed the stuff and started shaking.”

“What’s in it? I’ll give you five seconds.” There’s no time for this and if you’re having some kind of reaction to the drugs, he’s honestly not sure what he’s going to do with you. A villain hospital is out of the question and sensei’s doctor can’t be located. Shit.

“It’s… it’s got some kinda quirk enhancing property… I don’t think that–”

“Five,” Shigaraki begins, stepping over the gristled remains of the others, his red shoes bright against the pools of darkening blood.

“What!? You can’t be serious! Look, man, I’m not the one who manufactured them! I–”

“Four.”

“Oh my God, oh m-my…. look, he said something about increasing the instincts. Making the user less–”

“Three.”

“Libido! It increases libido! I think… no! No! Please! Don’t you–Keep the fuck away from me, you freak! Don’t–I’m trying to tell you! Come on! Please! I don’t–”

Shigaraki lets the man struggle, watching his fruitless scramble across the floor; hands flapping against the gritty concrete with loud smacks, and feet slipping. He looks like a fish on a line. 

“None of those things let me know what’s in the drug,” he informs his prey, blood slicked shoes stepping down, trapping the man under his heel, halting his frantic motions.

“That’s not… not… Y-you said you’d give me until five?”

“Did I?” Shigaraki asks, a wide grin cracking over his face, one hand lowering, fingers splayed, reaching. “Looks like I lied.”

The man’s shrieks quickly turn into deep throated garbles as the decay of Shigaraki’s quirk races up his body, reducing him to a mass of shattered bones, hollowed teeth and gushing ichor. Pity, Shigaraki thinks, wiping his bloodied hand against his dark pants and twisting back to your trembling form. 

You’re whimpering, your voice catching as you try to gulp down a few breaths and your tail is flat, its usual golden hanging lusterless in the darkness. When he steps closer, your head lifts and he can see the hopeful prick of your floppy ears. Your cheeks and the line of your neck are flushed, creating a burst of dusty pink that blends perfectly with your flaxen hair. You look like a doll, tiny and shivering in the cold, your puppy-like features wilted under the weight of the drug that’s coursing through your bloodstream.

“M-Mister T-T-T-omura,” you whine, one hand lifting, straining for him. “I-I feel… I feel… hot. It… it’s too warm. I think I’m… I don’t know if… if I–”

“Can you walk?” He cuts right to the chase, not liking that shimmering line of desperation that’s laced within your words. You look like you’re about to fall to pieces, but he needs more information. He can’t help you, he reasons, pushing down that inner voice that’s screaming for him to step away from your curled body, if he doesn’t know what’s wrong. 

“D-dunno…” you stammer, licking your pastel tongue across your lips, making them slick, pouting them forward. “I don’t… I don’t feel so good.”

“I know,” he reminds you, kneeling in front of you, placing himself within your reach.

In hindsight, it was a stupid move. He knows better. It could have been avoided. He should have paid more attention, not underestimated your tenacity, your want.

Your fingers are under his shirt before he can blink, and before he can breathe, you’re coiling your way into his lap, forcing him to fall to the ground, pressing against him until he’s sure there’s nothing else of you he can hold. “M-Mister… please… p-please! Mister Tomura! Make it go away!”

He tries to shove you off, carefully lifting fingers away, pushing at you with eight digits, hoping you’ll stop squirming. But it doesn’t work and the wet lap of your tongue catches him utterly by surprise. He stiffens under you, his arms falling to his sides, neck rigid, vermillion eyes wide, but you don’t care. 

Mister Tomura smells so nice this close. 

It’s a musty scent, sticky and clammy, but oh, there’s something else under there. Something that makes you think of slickening skin, the rub of your fingers, and the tacky drip that sometimes falls from between your legs. It’s too much; it’s making you feel woozy and your hands shake as they reach for his face, but you want more. You need more.

“Is this ok? I-Is this alright Mister Tomura? Can I pet you? Please?”

There’s no reply. So you continue, lacing your hands into his pearlescent hair and lowering his lips to yours. He feels rough against your soft lips, so you dip your tongue out to loosen him up, poking until he gives you a halfhearted press, the hot exhale of his nose passing over your pink tinted cheek. “That’s right Mister,” you repeat, encouraging him to let you taste more, rutting your hips against the stiffened plane of his upper thigh. “Let me take care of you, Mister Tomura. Can I be your good girl? Hmm?”

When your fingers pad over his crotch, he groans and his back arches. You pull away, awed by his reaction, hoping he’ll be looking at you, imagining how pretty his eyes will look when they’re lit up with the want of you. But his head is turned and his jaw is set in a foreboding clench. “Mist–Mister Tomura?” you blurt out, hands grabbing at the sides of his face, forcing him back to you.

The dark look he fixes you with makes your heart pound and you can tell your tail is wagging furiously behind you. You like it when he looks at you like that. He likely thinks it’s cold, uncaring, but you know. You know the truth, that he wants you. 

Everything inside of you is clattering, rattling at you, screaming out that he wants this. 

“I see,” you begin, your hips picking up their pace, hoping he’ll let you slip your rapidly dampening pants off. “You want me too, right? You want me to help you with that.” Here you pause, lowering one hand to trace up the curve of his clothed cock, cupping at it until he’s gritting his teeth, showing you a bright line of white. “I can do that, Mister. I’ll do anything for you, anything. Just let me be your good girl, ‘kay?”

[ 2:24 am, Monday morning ]

He’s pushed you back, but not too far. Not far enough that your delicate toes can’t reach him. 

It hadn’t taken much to work his black jeans open, just a quick flick of your wrist and a sharp tug and then there he was, his tip red, beads of pre-cum frothing against his slit, weeping downward. Delicious, is all that you could think, and your lips were around him before he could stutter forward. He makes the cutest sounds when he’s shoving past the ring of your mouth, but it’s gotta hurt his hands when he’s clawing them along the ground like that. 

He should relax.

Once you’d worked him over, hungrily slathering over his dripping cock head, and greedily felt him pulse against the flat of your tongue, you’d shifted off of him. He gasped when you let go, and you thoroughly enjoyed the pop that all that wetness made in the still air. 

When you slid your pants over the curve of your hips he’d stood, but maybe this drug had given you some kinda super strength besides that fire that was thrumming in your veins, because after you’d trapped him between your spread knees, he hadn’t struggled since. 

Maybe he’ll like this? Or this?

It’s really just a guessing game now, and even though Mister Tomura isn’t the most enthusiastic player, he is a reactive one.

The mess of your saliva quickly lubricated the arch of your foot and his copious pre-cum and you run it up and down his straining length, pressing the other forward when you hear him grunting, his hips bucking upwards, helping you. 

“You like this Mister Tomura?”

You’re still waiting on your good girl and you hope you’ll do something that ekes it from his clamped lips. But you can wait, after all Mister Tomura likes when you work hard, when you do your best for him. 

He lets out a yelp when you speed up and you laugh, so happy that he’s happy.

[ 2:56 am, Monday morning ]

“Mister! Mister Tomura, please! It… ah… it hurts again. C-can you p-put it… mmm… in… inside me?”

It’s the third time you’ve asked him that question, but he’s not listening to you anymore. Instead, he’s shoving you down, lifting the round globes of your red smacked ass and tracing the heavy tip of his cock over your leaking slit. He presses forward and back, slicking himself with your milky release, tacking your arousal all over him. At some point, something broke within him and you’re still exalting in the heady feel of him over you. 

“M-Mister Tomu–”

“Shut up. If you call me that one more time, I’ll stop right now. Just leave you here, naked, all alone and unprotected,” Shigaraki threatens, reaching around for your swollen clit and giving it a sharp pinch. You quake under his hands and he watches as your puppy ears fall and your tail brushes against his sweat slicked chest. “Imagine what would happen if someone came along and saw you like this? Saw you panting and humping the floor. You look like a fucking dog. Like some loose bitch who can’t think of anything other than the feel of someone’s dick. You want this? Huh?”

He grabs at your golden hair and pulls you upwards, forcing your spine into a u shape, watching as your tongue flops out of your mouth, as your drool falls down your chest. The tiny buds of your breasts do little to catch the saliva, so most fall on your trembling hands and you let out a piteous whine, hoping he’ll show you some mercy. Hoping he’ll fuck you until you can’t think. 

“Answer me.” His voice is iron and you shudder, ass wiggling as you gasp out his name and a chorus of yeses. When his tip aligns with your entrance, it sends a jolt of electricity across your heated skin. 

“Want me to call you a good girl?” he asks, pushing until his bulbous head is just tucked inside that first ring of pink muscle, grunting as you try to take him deeper, your cunt ravenously clamping around him.

“Y-yes! C-C-Call m-me that! T-Tell meee!”

“Then promise me you’ll never touch me again. Promise me you’ll never come near me. Tell me I’ll never have to look at that simpering face of yours and I’ll tell you what you want to hear.”

“B-But Mister… I mean… but… T-Tomu-Tomura. I-I can’t do that. I l-love you!”

“That’s too bad,” Shigaraki hums, jerking his hips forward, feeding you another tantalizing inch of his cock, watching as your viscid arousal gushes outward, coating the flesh of your inner thighs and staining his curled thatch of pubic hair. 

“Because I don’t love you.”

[honeesucker]

Part 8 -

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

Word count: 3,259

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

Chapter Content Warnings: Bakugo x reader sex, dirty talk, "just the tip" late-night quickie.

*Not proofread.

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Bakugo had gotten you back to the apartment, the car ride weighed down in silence; Kirishima opting to leave after he walked you both up, knowing this was a moment he shouldn't intrude upon but promising again to come and have a movie night with you soon.  

You were sitting on the couch, in the same spot Kirishima had set you down. Your eyes unfocused, vision blurring as you blink slowly, staring at nothing as your body buzzes with... something.  

Fear? Disgust? Disappointment?  

You couldn't ascertain which one it was, or if it was all of them at once, all you knew is that you didn't hear Bakugo speaking, just a mumbled white noise of sound until he was sitting next to you on the couch, pulling you into his lap as he nosed as your temple and whispered in your ear. 

"Talk to me, Pup," he said softly. His deep, low baritone reverberating through your body like a pleasant hum. 

"I-I..." you tried to start a thought, but all words failed you. Nothing seemed fitting enough to express exactly what you felt. "I-I... think... I-I'm s-sad." You stuttered through the words softly, your eyes closing as the unfocused blur of your vision became dizzying. Bakugo's arms tightened around you, compressing your arms to your side like what you did to him before - deep compression therapy. He held you like this for the longest time, but a glance at the clock only showed just under an hour had passed. 

"I know sad doesn't quite cut what I'm sure you're feeling, but we prepared for this, yeah?" Bakugo said softly. "You'll keep seeing Hana, but let's go every week instead of every other week. I've already got the restraining order filed with Hana’s help, and we should be receiving the official document soon... and we have each other. You're safe. I will never let that scumbag, or any other bastard ever lay a single finger on you, okay?" Bakugo jostled your body gently, coaxing a response from you as your mind wandered.  

You just nodded, a soft 'okay' leaving your lips as you melted back into his encompassing hold.  

You trusted Bakugo, you knew he meant what he said, and never added in any fluffy extra wording, or beat around the bush... if he said you were safe, that no one would touch you again, he meant it. 

Yet you couldn't stop the worry eating at the back of your mind. Bakugo was strong, and powerful and fearsome, but so was he, and if he still had half the contacts he had before he went to prison, he was still just as dangerous... but would he really come after you? You did try to keep him in prison with your appeal at his probationary hearing... and he was one to hold a grudge until he got even - you had seen it countless times with the people who worked for him, entered deals with him, tried to get one over on him.  

He always won in the end. 

"Hey, stop that." You heard Bakugo's stern, comforting tone. You blinked the frightening visions away from your mind as you looked up at him, a question in your gaze that he answered. "Stop thinking of the worst-case scenarios, get out of your head, Pup... no matter what happens, I have you. Okay?" Bakugo had a strange way of being stern, strict and intimidating but also soft and composed, the surety in his voice a calming center as he stared down at you with harsh, dominating eyes. Determination and confidence oozing from him. "He won't ever lay a finger on you again, Pup," he finished again with a hardened resolve. 

You nodded. "S-Sorry, yes... I... I trust you." Bakugo just balked and shook his head.  

"No apologies, Pup, you're allowed to feel what you're feeling after that shitshow, but you can't let it take over - right? You can't drown in it..." Bakugo was talking to both him and you, at this point. Reassuring you while comforting himself as you leaned against his chest, your body relaxed in his lap as you nodded. He sought out and found just as much comfort in you being close to him as you did to him, it helped keep the sparking crackle out of his palms, helped keep the white noise and the deafening rings out of his mind. 

"Thank you," you finally said softly, looking up to nose gently at his chin, a comforting nuzzle as you kissed his jaw, then his cheek, and then the corner of his lips. "Thank you for choosing me and dealing with all of my problems and loving me still." 

"Tch, nothing to thank me for, Pup... I'd choose you a hundred times over again and again, b-but..." he paused for a moment, hesitation mixed in his normally confident gaze. "Thank you for choosing me back, Pup, for loving me too... and being a source of comfort for me. We help each other, yeah?" Bakugo asked softly, jostling you on his knee as you giggled and smiled up at him, nuzzling back into the crook of his neck. 

"Yeah, we do." You said softly, closing your eyes as you took in his strong scent, allowing it to fill your body and calm you down until nothing bad was left in your body, no tightly wound anxiety, no worrying spiral of panicked thoughts... just him.  

You fell asleep in his arms, sinking into his warm comfort. 

˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗   

 You woke up late into the night. Looking over at the alarm clock on the nightstand it read that it was 11:49 P.M., and suddenly you realize you were tucked into Bakugo's bed, the mix of clean skin musk and caramel notes and the cologned scent of his deodorant floating into your sensitive nose as you pressed your face against the pillow.  

His pillow. 

You sucked in greedy breaths of air as something in you stirred, a growing need and soon you were slowly reaching down to run your three center fingers along the outside of your clothed pussy as you kept your face in his pillow; a quiet, choked moan leaving your lips as your ears perked up at the sudden squeaking sigh of a floorboard sounded off behind you... close behind you. 

"You in heat already again, Pup?" Bakugo uttered softly, curiously, not accusatory or mocking.  

You shook your head slowly, a pout on your sweet face as your bottom lip jutted out a bit, eyes teary in frustration looking back up at Bakugo dressed only in low-hung joggers, a clean pair. "N-No... not in heat just... your smell. You smell so good." You said softly as you nosed again at his pillow, and he quirked a brow looking down at you with his muscled arms crossed over his large chest.  

“Yeah, Pup? I smell that good huh?" Bakugo teased softly as he came around the bed, the material sinking beneath his weight as he laid on his side, looking down at your pathetic display. "I smell so good to you that even a whiff of my pillow has you desperate to touch yourself?" He teased again, and you could feel the soft blush flush your cheeks and the tips of your ears warm and embarrassed. "You wanna come smell it straight from the source, hm?" Bakugo asked, knowing where this would end up, but he didn't care. He was head over heels for you, he wanted to protect you, he wanted to shower you with love... but he also wanted to fold you in half and press his weight down as he fucked his thick cock into your slick pussy... the idea of it made him groan as he threw his head back, his eyes screwed shut tight as he tried to cap his growing desire.  

Your eyes widened, and you nodded. Crawling up onto him as he pulled you on top of him, as he shifted his body to lay on his back. Your legs on either side of his hips as you leaned forward to nose and nuzzle at his throat where his scent was the strongest...something about pulse points were so inviting. You took to the delicate skin of his throat quickly as you alternated between long lapping licks, and nosing nuzzles against his throat and without realizing it you had been grinding your clothed pussy down against the growing bulge beneath you. Bakugo's large hands were gripping the plush of your hips, his thumbs hooked into the waistband of your sleep shorts as he gripped your flesh with a bruising force. 

"Fuuuuck, Pup," Bakugo moaned out softly when you started nipping at his skin after a long lick up his throat, and as you did you ground down on his lap, the slick of your pussy soaking through your shorts and onto his pants as you started moving faster, guided by Bakugo's hands. "That's it, Pup, take whatever the hell you want from me." He growled out, bucking his hips upwards and bumping back up into your heated core as he felt your teeth clamping down on the soft skin connecting his neck to his shoulder. His hands fully gripping your ass cheeks, pulling them apart as he gripped the soft material of your shorts in the center and pulling. The soft material split down the middle with no resistance as you whimpered at the loss of warmth, but also at the primal display. Bakugo grunted and shifted his legs, and with one hand moved his joggers down and off his legs while keeping you on top of him. He threw the tattered material of your shorts against the wall, the torn material sliding down the wall and to the ground without an audience as Bakugo's focus was now solely on you, and the way your slick pussy was now gliding up and down the length of his painfully hard cock, the head catching against your hole every now and again making you whimper. Each time the veins and ridges of his cock caught your clit you keened, whining as you pressed back down against him, your eyes bright and needy as you glanced up at him, panting softly with your tongue lolled out of your mouth. Bakugo couldn't help the way he reached forward, cupping your cheek as his thumb pressed down against your tongue, groaning as you closed your mouth and swirled your tongue around the intruding digit.  

"P-Pl-lease..." you panted out softly around his finger, each word enunciated carefully. "W-Want cock pl-lease..." you whined and pressed down against him, the fat tip of his cock barely pressing into your cunt as you moaned out softly, and then cried as he lowered his hips, angling them away from your pussy as you glared up at him.  

He was looking down at you with a pleased look, smug and demanding, an arrogant arch to his brow as he chuckled down at the pathetic sight of you.  

"Fuck yourself just on the tip, Pup," Bakugo said softly, a rumble in his words as he bucked his hips back up again, the tip of his cock slippery and coated in a mixture of his precum and your slippery juices. His hands came back on your hips, squeezing the fat there as he urged your body back down. He could hear the squelching airy sound as his cockhead entered your cunt, and the wet pop as it pulled out; your hips barely balancing above his cock as you lowered back down again, repeating the action over and over until you were too weak to keep your body up. Your legs were shaky and weak, and within a moment you were spearing your full weight down as his thick cock spread you apart, his tip pressing painfully against your cervix with an aching pleasure as he groaned out with the feel of your pussy walls warm, wet, enveloping him completely. “Such a greedy Pup...” Bakugo groaned out, gripping your hips tighter as he bucked up causing your body to fall forward as he fucked up into you roughly with a symphony of wet squelching sounds and airy slaps of skin until you both were moaning out together; Bakugo a lower growling groan and you a sweet high moan as you bit down on his shoulder as your orgasm slammed into you unexpectedly. You squirted slick juice around his cock, wetting his lap as he continued to fuck up into you, his hips stuttering and soon he was pressing deep into you as his cock twitched and pulsed with his own release, hot white cum flooding your pussy and dripping out and around his cock with your juices in a lewd mixture.  

Your teeth were still digging down in Bakugo’s shoulder as he reached a hand up to pat at the back of your head gently, threading his fingers into your hair to scratch at your scalp gently. “Good Pup,” Bakugo let out breathlessly, his cock still left softening in your pussy as he enjoyed the still-spasming warmth of your cunt. “Let’s go take a quick shower and I’ll clean up the rest of the bed, huh?” Bakugo muttered gently against your temple, kissing you sweetly in the spot as he nuzzled his own face against yours, you just hummed in response, your tail wagging lazily against his leg. 

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An easy three months have passed with an almost mundane normalcy. Kirishima and TetsuTetsu have been over multiple times for playdates, movie nights and after-patrol dinners. Bakugo even took you into his office a few days over the last couple of weeks on the days you didn’t go and see Hana at the Hybrid Rehabilitation Facility for your weekly therapy. Everything seemed to be on an upward trajectory as far as both of your healings. Bakugo kept taking you to regular check-ups to ensure your physical health was also healing alongside your mental health, and Bakugo even went to all his rehabs, check-ups and therapy, too, without so much as a grumble. He was happy to heal, if it meant healing alongside you and getting better together for each other... in contrast to nearly a year ago when Bakugo couldn’t imagine this working out, he was surprised even with himself as he made leaps and bounds in his recovery; a bit more of his hearing returned, there was less and less white noise and high-pitched ringing, and the Hero Support specialists were coming up with a high-frequency hearing aid that Bakugo could use that would aid in his hearing while protecting his ears from the loud blasts of his quirk and the outside world crumbling around him nearby in his daily Pro Hero work. 

All in all, it was picturesque... but your life wasn’t such a smooth road, and good things have a way of being balanced with the bad, and your bad day came in the form of a shopping trip out with Bakugo. 

You and Bakugo needed essentials and some groceries for the house, and before anything perishable was picked up, he offered to take you looking around for anything you’d enjoy having: new clothes, toys, books, anything at all. Bakugo had stayed back to look at some new knives and pans for the kitchen, while you wandered the store slowly looking around to see if anything caught your interest when a scent caught your nose. The burning, acrid scent of cigarettes and cologne, and the underlying musk of a person you long since had forgotten about in your recent peaceful months.    “Hey, mutt.” A familiar, deep drawl rang out. You froze in your spot, a soft plush bear in your hands that you had grabbed from the shelf now served as your center of balance and focus, of peace as you strangled the soft toy in your white-knuckled grip.  

Sharp, cold grey eyes regarded you with disdain and disgust. The over-gel'd slick back black hair greasy and catching the bright fluorescent light of the store as he stood in front of you with two other men flanking him a few feet back, pretending to look through items on a shelf as he spoke to you.  

“You look good, mutt,” he said out in a smooth, sleazy tone. “Fatter even, guess that new guy’s feeding you well huh? Looks good though, nice soft flesh...” He kept talking, but his voice hooked in your head and reverberated throughout, overwhelming you like a nightmarish echo chamber. You wanted to whimper, whine out, scream, cry, growl, bite him... anything to protect yourself and get him away from you. Your head was spiraling when a strong hand clasped around your shoulder from behind and a sharp, angry voice spoke over you. One that was scarier than his, but you weren’t afraid of it. 

“I’ll be informing your probation officer of this infringement on the terms of your release, and the restraining order we have on you.” Bakugo’s venomous, harsh tone rang out above you, sending a shiver down your spine. “Now, kindly fuck off before I blast that smirk off your face and leave you eating and breathing through tubes.” Your body sunk back against Bakugo as you sought comfort in his familiar scent and the hard contours of his body that always seemed to welcome you, and fit against you perfectly. “Now, you have ten seconds to fuck off,” Bakugo barked out, glaring at the men.  

“Now, now, that’s not very generous of you.” He stated coldly, his friendly demeanor dropping. 

“This is me being generous, prick, now leave before I utilize my right to arrest you and get detectives out here for you and your sorry entourage.” Bakugo nodded at the men behind him, glaring with equal ire at them as they twin men dropped their items and looked between Bakugo and their boss. Bakugo’s palms were sparking off with the desire to just blast this sorry sack of human to the depths of hell, but he knew a fight and more trauma isn’t what you needed – but you did need to be removed from this situation quickly.  

Bakugo kept a hard stare levelled at the sleaze before the sleaze cockroach finally lifted his hands up in defeat, and slowly backed away with his men, and out of the store... as soon as his retreating back was out of sight Bakugo knelt beside you and placed his hands on either side of your face. “Hey my Pup, hey, you okay? Pup?” Bakugo asked in a soft, sweet tone only reserved for you. One of his large hands on your shoulder as his other gentle coaxed the soft bear out of your white-knuckle grip on the poor things neck. “Guess you like this little guy, huh?” Bakugo mused softly, trying to distract you from what just happened with the soft bear now in his hands, he lifted the tiny thing up to pretend kiss your face all over until you were giggling against Bakugo and snuggled up against his chest; your breathing back to normal and your anxiety lessened.  

“How about you stick close to me, and we check out what we have and head home, yeah? I’ll cook you up a nice dinner with all my new kitchen gadgets, yeah? Sounds good huh, Pup?” Bakugo mused as he nudged you with his hip, a smile still on your face as you nodded, gripping his hand and walking toward the checkout, back to his shopping basket and you with your newly acquired bear in your hands.  

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Five -

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

Word count:  6,774

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

Chapter Content Warnings: KiriBaku smut - Kirishima in a more Dominant role, Bakugo has big feelings and there’s a lot of softness, useage of a safe word.

*Not proofread.

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“Ready!”  

Bakugo was frozen on the inside, would be frozen on the spot if the Director didn’t clear her throat, smiling knowingly at him and then down at you. “Be good for Mr. Bakugo, Puppy... don’t forget your check-in with Hana next week, okay?”

“Okay!” You said again, your voice a cheery octave higher than normal... if you were nervous, you weren’t showing it. Your floppy little ears bounced as you walked hand in hand with Bakugo back to Kirishima’s waiting car, your fluffy tail swishing behind you quicker as you noticed him. “Red!”

“Heya Pup,” Kirishima greeted, stepping out of the car and walking around to open the trunk where your bag was loaded, Bakugo opening the back door for you. “Ready to head home?”

Home. You didn’t know why that word struck you so suddenly, your tail stopping its movement as you looked up at Kirishima and Bakugo... you nodded.

“It’s gonna be okay, Pup,” Kirishima comforted you, a large hand on your shoulder with a gentle pat as he helped you into the car. “Being nervous and getting used to something new can be scary, but you like Bakugo, right?” You nodded... “and you know me and TetsuTetsu are close by, too, and you’ll still have everyone here at the facility to support you.” You just nodded, giving a small, tight smile as you slip into the back seat, Kirishima helping to buckle you in as he and Bakugo get into the front seat. Kirishima smiles at you in the rearview, watching your stick your face out of the window as the wind whips through your hair and cools your face as he drives away. Bakugo watches the way your eyes close in the sideview mirror, a soft look on his face as he sees the way your nose twitches as you sniff and look around the fresh, new scents of the rural area you’re driving through, and then the scents and sounds of the city as you get closer to his apartment. “We’re here!” Kirishima finally says, pulling up to the front of Bakugo’s building, giving Bakugo a quick look that he answers by shaking his head. Kirishima just smiles and pops the trunk as Bakugo opens your door, Kirishima bidding you a quick goodbye and promising to stop by with TetsuTetsu soon after you’re settled in, Bakugo reaching out his hand to take yours again, finding out from earlier it’s something that makes you feel more secure when you’re nervous.

You happily take his hand, his other occupied by your bag of items as he leads you through the doors into the lobby of his building. It’s high-security, sleek, modern, dark marble and low lighting... the peak of single Hero luxury... he couldn’t help but wonder if you liked it or not.

You took the elevator up to the top of the high-rise, Bakugo having an entire half-floor to himself that allowed for as much space and luxury amenities someone like him could need. He entered his door pin, opening the door with a melodic chime as he ushered you inside, slipping his sneakers off as he smiled softly, watching you slip out of your shoes, too. Bakugo gave you a soft, encouraging smile with a motion to continue in... your eyes wide as you slowly walked around his space. A wide-open space with large balcony windows... it looks like there was a cozy space for you to relax outside if you wanted to... the mixture of sleek modern and traditional Japanese motifs was something you had never seen before, but it fit together well. You walked up, slowly touching the shoji wall you had never encountered before, the soft padding sound of your feet as you walked across the sleek, dark laminate flooring.  

“Want to go see your room?” Bakugo asked softly, and you turned with a slight smile on your face and nodded, opting to follow behind him quietly as he leads you to his cleaned out office... the spare room was similar in style to the rest of the house, a mixture of sleek modern and traditional, everything was cleared out, and the pull-out bed was setup with soft, freshly washed bedding. “I was thinking tomorrow we can go shopping and pick out some things you need, and you can choose things to decorate and make the space more comfortable for you, too... if you want...” Bakugo’s voice trailed off softly as he looked down at you, and you only nodded, a happy smile on your face as you looked up at him.  

“T-That sounds wonderful, thank you... I can... I can clean, or help somehow to pay you back-” Bakugo cut you off immediately.

“No,” he said sternly, but with a soft undertone. “This isn’t something you need to pay me back for, this is me welcoming you into this house, and wanting to give you the right to your own space... no strings attached...” he watched as you marinated on his words before he offered... “want some dinner, Pup?”

You couldn’t help the way you perked up at the idea of food, and Bakugo noticed. He smiled, allowing you a moment to settle with your things and saying you can join him in the kitchen when you’re done. You nodded, pulling out the little bit of clothing and the comfort blanket you’ve had since you were a wee little toddler, setting it up on the bed to put your smell there against the mild, fresh scent of the detergent. You took your folded clothes and set them on one of the empty shelves... you wandered out, the enticing scent of aromatics bringing you closer to the kitchen. Bakugo had already caught you peeking out of your room, opting to not startle you as you decided to come closer and observe him, until you were right beside him and he glanced down at you.

“Do you have any type of food you like, or dislike?” Bakugo asked, and your nose scrunched up.

“Don’t like fish... or seafood... any type, blegh...” Bakugo couldn’t help but shake his head at the little disgusted face you pulled, but nodded, noting that he’d make you something else on the days he opted for a seafood dish. “Everything else okay, spicy is good...” Bakugo puffed up with pride at that last statement, happy he didn’t have to totally give up on his favorite flavor profiles.

“Spicy it is, you want to try some Mapo Tofu (*麻婆豆腐)?” Bakugo asked, arching a brow as he glanced back down at you.  

“Never had, but smells good... sure!” You said, and Bakugo couldn’t help but melt over the way your fluffy tail wagged slowly behind you as you watched him chop, slice and stir everything.  

“You want to help, hm?” Bakugo asked and you looked up at him with big eyes, wide with excitement.  

You nodded excitedly, almost bouncing on the balls of your feet. “R-Really? Yes, please!” Bakugo reached back with a leg, almost effortlessly as he scooted a stool closer for you to stand on, handing you a long handled wooden spoon. “Stir this slowly, keep the sauce moving... we don’t want it to burn, okay?” You couldn’t hold back your excitement as you nodded again, your eyes laser-focused on the simmering sauce as you made a slow, circular stirring motion, watching each time a bit of the sauce stuck to the bottom and you had to scrape and stir some more. Bakugo admired the way you fearlessly went into doing something new... and if you enjoyed cooking this much, he would welcome you into his kitchen and show you everything.

Bakugo was cubing the tofu and watching over you as he felt a nervous, but happy energy bubbling in his stomach... he was happy with how easy you both fell into a little routine in the kitchen, finding common ground to get comfortable together with each other in a new situation. You helped Bakugo with the rest of the dish, him opting to do all the knifework, promising he would get you some practice knives that wouldn’t cut you for you to practice with him later. You both plated your food, and walked over to the living room, him on the couch as you opted to sit, kneeling in front of the coffee table as your nose sniffed at the delicious food, the aroma settling into you as you relaxed.

Bakugo clicked on the television, and glanced down at you, taking a tiny lick of the spicy sauce. “Have any favorite things you like to watch, Pup? A movie or a type of show?” He watched as you thought for a moment, before shrugging.  

“I never watched movies or tv much... TetsuTetsu would drag me along to movie nights but I always fell asleep... uhm, the last movie we watched I remember looking nice, and wanted to finish it but I was too sleepy.”

“What movie, Pup?” Bakugo noticed the change in your demeanor, now a little reserved as you thought back to that memory.  

“It was called A Whisker Away and although it’s about cats, it looked really nice – can we watch that?” You glanced up at him, afraid he’d laugh at you or say no.

“’Course we can, Pup, let’s put it on...” Bakugo just ignored your nerves, guessing that calling you out on them would only make you retreat inside yourself more... he couldn’t help but notice the way you relaxed when he said yes, taking a spoonful of your food and savoring the flavor in your mouth as you glanced up at the screen with bright, excited eyes. You had both quickly finished your food, you curling up near Bakugo’s feet with your knees brought up to your chest as he stayed on the couch, occasionally glancing down at you to make sure you were okay and before long he noticed you falling asleep... he wanted until you had been asleep for a solid ten minutes before he turned off the movie, and gently picked you up, bringing you to your room and tucking you in. He pulled the covers up toward your chest, and placed the blanket he found on top of the bedding, assuming it was something special to you, right up to your face where you could easily grab it if you needed it for comfort.

Bakugo left the door cracked just in case that made you feel too confined and went to his room, changing into his pajamas before snuggling into his own bed, feeling anxious, but equally happy that this day finally came, and the first few hours of it weren’t awkward or difficult.

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You awoke while it was still dark in the apartment, still dark outside, as you panicked for a moment, forgetting where you were as you held your comfort blanket close to you... your comfort blanket? It was put right in front of your face, and now that you thought about it you don’t remember how you got into bed... you sat up, looking around before the sensation of needing the bathroom hit. You climbed out of bed and padded softly to the room next to yours, peeking inside to see Bakugo sleeping peacefully in the dim lighting from his glowing computer screensaver. You quietly backed away, opting for the next door that did turn out to be the bathroom. You used it, and finally after washing your hands stood in front of the sink, staring at yourself in the mirror, splashing water on your face as you looked up, realizing you didn’t put the ear cream on before bed... you actually found it sitting on the counter with your pills as well as a little direction paper written by the hybrid doctor from the facility. You took two tiny pea-sized amounts and rubbed them around the base of your ears, still wincing from the small amount of residual pain as your skin slowly healed itself, little peach fuzz fur popping back where the rubber bands had stripped the hair.

“You okay, Pup?” Bakugo’s deep, sleepy voice startled you and you dropped the tube of cream as you shrieked softly, looking up at him as he knocked softly and then peeked around the open door.  

You just nodded, grabbing the dropped tube and putting the cap back on as you looked up at him, smiling sheepishly. “I forgot my ear cream before bed,” you said, and Bakugo just nodded, smiling down at you with half-open eyes.  

“M’sorry I forgot to remind you myself, but you seemed to really need your sleep.” Bakugo answered, opening the door all the way. “You sleeping okay?” He asked.

You nodded, opting to leave the bathroom as he followed you back to your room. “I was worried when I woke up, I forgot where I was, but, I’m okay.” You said softly, and Bakugo just nodded, the placid look on his face not giving away the screaming cheers he was having on the inside of his mind.  

“When we wake back up at a normal time, want to finish that movie of yours?” Bakugo asked and you jumped up in excitement.

“Yes, please! I fell asleep again...” You grumbled softly as you crawled back into bed, pulling the covers up nearly above your head.

“S’okay, Pup, we can keep re-watching it until we finish it... I’ll see you in a few, yeah?” Bakugo added softly, and you smiled sleepily, a slow nod to your head as you sunk back against the pillow. Bakugo couldn’t help the small sigh of happiness he let out as he watched you sink into comfort. He turned your light back off, leaving the door cracked as he went back into his room, falling asleep with a lighter heart after the interaction.  

Upon waking Bakugo felt off... or something felt off as she went to stretch his tired, aching body when he suddenly made contact with something warm, and soft and fluffy? He froze for a moment before he opened his eyes, adjusting to the dim lighting as he looked down and saw you curled up in bed with him, an arm draped over him as you snuggled into his side with your cold little nose pressed into his skin below his armpit. Bakugo didn’t know what to do, between his anxiety and quick-beating heart at this development, and not wanting to startle you, or wake you up, or just move you from this absolutely heart-shattering cute position he found himself fawning over... Bakugo didn’t dare move, at the very least until he heard a soft little noise as you stirred beside him and soon he found himself looking into your eyes. “Heya, Pup...” Bakugo said softly, wanting to tread carefully here. “What’cha doing all snuggled up with me, hm? Was the new room to empty?”

You gave a soft yawn, stretching your limbs out, but keeping the one arm over him as you shook your head slowly. “No, you were crying in your sleep...” you said, a cautious tone to your voice as you continued. “I couldn’t wake you up, and petting you didn’t make it stop like TetsuTetsu used to do to me... but when I applied pressure you calmed down, so I did that for a while and I must’ve fallen asleep, m’sorry...” Bakugo froze... he didn’t realize he was still having nightmares like that, his neighbors hadn’t left any passive aggressive notes about the screaming in the middle of the night in over a month, but apparently he was loud enough to wake you. Bakugo was stunned to silence for a moment before he just smiled down at you, patting your head and gently ruffling your hair with a soft scritch behind your ears.  

“Don’t be sorry,” he said softly, yawning and closing his eyes as he pulled you to his side, his arm caging you in. “I appreciate it, Pup, you did a good job protecting me, huh?”

The blush and small puff to your chest didn’t go unnoticed by Bakugo... he’s slowly learning you enjoy praise and being told something you did was the right thing to do... he’d have to make sure he said his praise out loud when you did something good to reinforce that for you. It didn’t take long again for you both to fall asleep side by side, snuggled up and each with your own little smile.

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When Bakugo woke up and you weren’t there, he didn’t immediately panic... but when he heard zero noises coming from anywhere in the apartment, he got worried. He quickly got up, making sure you just weren’t on another side of his bed. He walked softly across the hallway to peek into your room and found the bed made and you not in it... he didn’t find you in the kitchen or the living room and the moment almost crossed into panic attack territory, he was going to call Kirishima in .05 seconds when he saw a glint out on the balcony... the sun catching in the silky reflection off your fur in such a way it almost sparkled... you were stretched out on a lounge chair just sunbathing as he walked over, admiring you as he slowly opened the door.  

“Mornin’ Pup,” he said, his voice deeper with sleep still. “Do you drink coffee, or tea? Want something?”

“Mmm...” Your little groan made his heartbeat skip a bit, cute as you stretched out your sun-warmed legs and looked up at him from where you rested your head on your arms. “Tea would be really nice...” Your voice was soft, shy, almost afraid to ask for anything but he just smiled and nodded, telling you to head in in five minutes and it should be done. When the time came Bakugo had just poured the hot water over the tea leaves, steeping them and handing the warmed cup off to you carefully. He walked with you slowly to the living room where you both sipped your hot tea, him opting to turn that movie back on for you, and enjoying the way you curled up at his feet... he worried you felt like you couldn’t sit on the couch, but the way you snuggled against his legs, and after he offered you a spot up there, you told him it was sometimes nice to just hunker down on the floor. He didn’t argue, and he enjoyed the way you leaned on him, sipping your tea with your eyes glued to the screen. Finally, as the credits rolled you looked back up at him, your head upside down. “Wow! It was so good!”  

Bakugo nodded, having liked the film. “It was really cute, glad you chose that one.” You got a proud look on your face and leant back against him, still glancing up at him.

“What are we doing today?” You asked, a hint of excitement in your voice.

“Was thinking we could go shopping for you, feel up to that?” Bakugo asked, arching a brown down at you as a thoughtful look crossed your face.

“Ah, yes, but...” your words faded into a soft mumble.

“But what, Pup?” Bakugo pushed you a little.

“B...But I don’t feel like... I earned it, or d-deserve it...” You said quietly, looking down and away from him as your shoulders deflated.

Bakugo nudged you with his knee, making you look back up at him with how stern, but still kind, his voice was. “Hey,” he grumbled out. “You don’t have to earn anything like clothes, and things to make your space special... now if you ask for a $15,000.00 yen computer then we’re gonna have to talk about you doing some chores...” Bakugo mumbled, knowing damn well with all the money at his fingertips he would buy you anything you asked for without hesitation, damning the cost. “You are allowed to have things, especially if they’re offered as gifts... now we’re gonna go out with no limit, and you are going to choose things for your room that make you happy, got it?”

You took a moment to answer, a soft look on your face as you just nodded, finally relenting. “O-Okay, I...” you paused for a moment before continuing, looking back up at him. “Thank you, but...” Bakugo waited patiently for you to finish, giving you a reassuring look. “Can you make me a little list of chores anyway? It helps me feel like I’m at least earning something...”

“I can do that, Pup,” Bakugo said, nodding with a small smile as he gave you a pat on the head. “Now come on, let’s get going hm?” ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Bakugo watched with an amused look as you slowly made your way around the large department store, still occasionally looking back at him for his approval, which he always gave you, before you chose something and put it in the shopping cart, gently placing things upright and fitting them in like a game of Tetris as you kept your eyes scanning around... you had already shopped five full large bags of clothing, shoes, and toiletries that were in the trunk of the waiting hired car... now you both were wandering a department store for room accessories, and whatever else you’d want. Bakugo found it amusing you always chose a new soft plush toy, or a cute storybook each time you found a new one that caught your eye, and he wasn’t going to say no to you – hell, he had plenty of shelf space.  

Bakugo noticed a pattern in what you desired most: soft, fluffy, comforting, neutral colors. Although there were a couple things you picked that leaned toward darker tones, and a couple things that were a baby blush pink... most of what you chose were more neutral earth tones. Bakugo couldn’t help but wonder if those tones naturally drew you in and calmed you down... he should bring up the idea of painting your room.

“Uhm,” your quiet little voice broke through his train of thought as he looked down at you, holding a slightly medium-sized box. “T-This is kind of expensive...”

“What’cha got there, Pup?” Bakugo asked, trying to look past the hands you had clasped around the box. You held the box up, and Bakugo noticed a $5,000.00 yen price tag... for a bubble machine. Bakugo arched a brow as he glanced back at you, your eyes looking big and hopeful as he thought he’d press the issue. “What’cha want with a bubble maker, Pup?”

“I like chasing them, and popping them... and I would only do it out on the balcony...” you said sweetly, pleading with your eyes as he sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose, noticing the way you started to deflate before he relented.

“In the cart, Pup,” he said with a sigh, and a smile down at you as your tail wagged quickly the moment you got to put the box in the cart. Bakugo couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride at the fact you felt comfortable enough to ask for a splurge item, and soon enough you guys finished up at the store, you slowed down with grabbing things after the bubble machine, but Bakugo made sure to grab anything you lingered on but decided against in the cart when you weren’t looking. He couldn’t wait to see your face when you unpacked everything and found things you thought you didn’t get.

Bakugo opted to have an assistant from the agency drop all the stuff off back at his apartment, while you and him walked around downtown looking for a place to grab something to eat.  

“You choose, Pup,” Bakugo said, glancing down at you as you held tightly onto his hand, almost leaning into his side as you looked up and around at everything, and everyone, you passed. “Anywhere that smells or looks good to you?” He watched as you scanned the area around you, eyes lingering on a family-style restaurant (*ファミレス). “Wanna go there?” Bakugo asked and you nodded, your nose sniffing at the air as you tugged on his hand toward the place, and he followed you, allowing you the chance to feel confident enough to lead you both somewhere. When you entered you were greeted and told to sit anywhere you pleased, and soon Bakugo saw your floppy little ears perk up at a particular sound, a sound he was familiar with, too... with a quick scan of the restaurant, Bakugo noticed Kirishima and TetsuTetsu seated in a corner booth, and soon the redhead saw Bakugo and waved them both over.

“Wow, hey Bakugo!” Kirishima greeted, then smiling down at you. “Hey Puppy, you guys out to dinner, hm?” You nodded, still holding onto Bakugo’s hand tightly, which didn’t go unnoticed by Kirishima as he gave Bakugo a mischievous smirk. TetsuTetsu was soon pulling you to the seat next to him, nearly pulling you into his lap as he waved a waiter over, getting you guys some drinks as well as starting an order of more food for everyone...you opting for some tempura vegetables, and a hamburger steak, and Gyūdon. Bakugo watched as TetsuTetsu kind of handled you roughly, but you had a soft smile on your face as you smiled up at him, letting him shove different pieces of food in your mouth as he talked on and on about what he and Kirishima did that day, with you distracted Kirishima took the moment to nudge Bakugo with a smirk.

“She seems to already be comfortable with you,” Kirishima smiled, an arch to his brow suggesting something else.  

Bakugo scoffed, nudging the redhead back as he stole a piece of sushi off his plate. “Get that thought out of your head, Shitty Hair,” Bakugo grumbled, a noticeable redness to the tip of his ears. “She’s been really good the last 24 hours, I’m really surprised... we even went shopping today.” Bakugo took another piece of sushi from Kirishima’s plate as the additional food and drink arrived, Bakugo watching you carefully as TetsuTetsu helped you by putting your food closer to where you sat... a small smile on his face as he watched you two together.  

“What else?” Kirishima asked, noticing Bakugo avoiding something.

Bakugo scowled, his signature look on his face as his brows pulled together, taking a sip of the saké  Kirishima poured for him. “I guess I’m still having nightmare, just not waking up the neighbors...” Bakugo grumbled, looking away as he drank down the liquid in a smooth gulp. “She came in and tried to do deep pressure therapy in my sleep... I guess it helped.”

“Wow,” Kirishima breathed, a kind smile on his face as he patted Bakugo’s back. “She’s doing a good job already, huh?” Bakugo just nodded, not wanting to drag on this particular conversation as he took another drink, enjoying the food with Kirishima while keeping an eye on you out of the corner of his eye.

Soon enough two hours had passed with you all eating, and Bakugo and Kirishima drinking a little, although Kirishima had stopped an hour ago and stayed to mostly water since he’d be driving. He offered a ride to you both and you took it, he also paid for dinner despite Bakugo’s protests – your own cheeks heating up at the sight of how Kirishima shut Bakugo right up with a quick peck to his lips as he left the table and paid for everything... Bakugo left sitting there with a scowl and a deep red blush on his puffed cheeks.

“C’mon, Pup, let’s go home.” Bakugo said, standing and offering his hand to you as you took it, TetsuTetsu whining and snagging your other hand as you all walked to the front to meet Kirishima as he pulled the car around. Bakugo helped you get situated in the backseat as he sat up front with Kirishima, your eyes drifting to the way Kirishima’s hand kept on Bakugo’s thigh, before TetsuTetsu pulled you into a hug, snuggling you and rubbing his face all over yours while he babbled about how happy he was to see you, and how happy you seemed outside of the facility.

“’Shima, can we have a sleepover, huh?!” TetsuTetsu asked, looking up at his owner through the rearview mirror.

“That depends if Bakugo and Puppy want company, ‘Susu...” Kirishima replied, giving a squeeze to Bakugo’s thigh as the blonde sunk into his seek, mumbling out a, “Yeah, fine, whatever...” and looking out the window. TetsuTetsu cheered, saying how much fun you both would have watching movies, and decorating your new room. You just nodded along, snuggled into your friend’s side as you looked around the window, occasionally peeking over at Bakugo.  

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Upon arriving back at your and Bakugo’s apartment, TetsuTetsu ran with you to your room, dragging you behind him as he gripped your wrist tightly... more excited to unpack your stuff than you seemed. Kirishima couldn’t hold back the soft laugh as his hybrid dragged you along, his energy never ceasing to surprise him... and soon Kirishima hooked an arm around Bakugo’s waist, pulling the blonde back to him as he kissed the nape of his neck. “You were a little bratty at dinner tonight, Katsuki...” Kirishima almost purred in his ear, the blonde melting into his arms as he sighed.  

“M’sorry, was a long day...” Bakugo mumbled, despite having a wonderful day with you it was long, even longer after his fitful sleep, despite your help the second half of the night.

“You gonna make it up to me?” Kirishima asked, turning Bakugo in his arms to pull him to his body, the already hardening bulge in his pants pressing against Bakugo’s own semi-hard cock. “Gonna be good and show me how sorry you are?”  

Bakugo looked toward your room, and then back up at Kirishima. “Gotta be quiet though, Red.”  

Kirishima smirked down at him, pulling Bakugo’s bottom lip between his sharp teeth as he pulled gently, before releasing the flesh and kissing his lips softly. “Being quiet is up to you, you’re the one who makes such pretty noises for me...”

“Shut it, Red,” Bakugo growled out, opting to head to your room where they both witnessed a large mess of bags, torn containers, and items strewn about. “Hey Pup, you gonna be okay if we go to bed?”

You nodded, smiling as TetsuTetsu began organizing your books on your shelf. “Yeah, are we being too loud?” Bakugo shook his head, smiling at your care.

“Nah, you go ahead and put everything how you want it, just bag up all the trash you have, yeah?”

“Okay!” You replied, your tail wagging happily behind you as you turned back to unpacking the things in the third large bag you guys have ripped open. Bakugo smiled at the sight, happy to see you so comfortable, and happy that you were at ease with a friend nearby to keep you company.  

Kirishima was pulling Bakugo back across the hallway, quietly shutting your door as he hooked his arm around the blonde’s waist, shutting his door behind them as he turned the blonde to face him grabbing his face in between his fingers, causing Bakugo’s cheeks and lips to squish as Kirishima looked down at him, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips as Bakugo hummed softly, before Kirishima smirked down at him. “Strip,” he said simply, moving to go and stand in front of Bakugo’s bed, taking off his own clothing... standing nude in the room as his well-defined muscles rippled across his body, his large cock semi-erect as he took a seat on Bakugo’s bed, Bakugo, who was slowly stripping and was just down to his black boxer briefs when Kirishima bent a finger at him, beckoning him closer. “Why don’t you kneel for me, Katsu?” Kirishima said, smiling as the blonde fell to his knees with a soft thud in front of him, Bakugo resting his cheek on Kirishima’s thigh as he looked up at him, the tension slowly melting off him as someone else took control, and all he had to do was focus on each task he was given. “You did have a hard day, huh? I’m sorry, Katsu...” Kirishima said, stroking the blonde’s cheek as he pushed his thumb into his mouth, feeling Bakugo’s tongue swirl and suck around the invading digit.

“Yesh...�� Bakugo mumbled around Kirishima’s thumb, a pout on his face as his eyebrows knitted together, a scowl still on his face before Kirishima pressed down on his tongue, causing him to gag softly.

“Gonna continue to have that bratty attitude of yours, or are you going to be good?” Kirishima asked, an edge to his voice unlike his normal jovial tone.

“G-Good...” Bakugo mumbled out around his thumb, still sucking on the large digit as Kirishima placed his free hand on the back of Bakugo’s head.

“Then be a good boy for me, and apologize, yeah?” Kirishima asked softly, though his tone held no room for argument... Bakugo just nodded, leaning forward to kiss the angry red tip of Kirishima’s large cock, the precum smearing on Bakugo’s pale pink lips as he did so until he opened his mouth and sucked in the tip, Kirishima sucking in a sharp breath as the blonde took more and more of his length into his mouth. “F-Fuck... ah-hah... you must be really sorry, huh Katsu? Or you had such an overwhelming day you just want to let go, is that it?” Kirishima said softly, petting the blonde’s hair as he smiled down at him with a toothy grin.

Bakugo hummed, but suddenly his practiced movement stopped, Kirishima looking down at him as he saw tears welled up in Bakugo's eyes... saw the fat streaks of salty wetness rolling down his cheeks, his eyes far away and unfocused. Kirishima carefully pulls him off the half of his cock Bakugo had started sucking while Kirishima decided to put a stop to this.

“Red,” Kirishima said with a stern, commanding tone, pulling Bakugo up from the floor and onto the bed with him. Bakugo was still unresponsive, and Kirishima pulled him into his lap... Kirishima, who was probably one of the only men on Earth who could dwarf Bakugo and make him feel small. Kirishima hummed and cooed sweet things into Bakugo’s ears as he slowly coaxed the blonde out of wherever he was stuck mentally. When Kirishima felt Bakugo’s fingers twitch, hand going back to his half-hard cock Kirishima grabbed his wrist and forced Bakugo to look at him.

“Red,” Kirishima said again more sternly. “Scene over, no sex. I’m calling it.” He said with a tone he knew Bakugo wouldn’t argue with, but the stern response made Bakugo flinch, more tears running down his face as Kirishima held him, thumbing away the wetness at his cheeks and kissing his lips softly. “Come back to be, Katsuki,” Kirishima whispered softly, petting Bakugo’s hair and peppering little soft kisses all over from his shoulder, neck, to everywhere on his face and the top of his head.

“M’sorry,” Bakugo finally said, leaning into Kirishima’s side as the redhead pulled him tightly to him, keeping an arm anchored around Bakugo’s body. “M’sorry I’m not like I used to be...” a soft sob shook his body as more tears slipped down his face and Kirishima shushed him, pulling him in tighter.

“I’m not the same, either, Katsuki,” Kirishima said, tucking the blonde beneath his chin as he rested his head above. “We’ve both been through some hard shit, and your trauma is more recent... it’s okay to not be okay, and it’s okay to not be the same, even after you’re done healing...” Kirishima kissed the top of his head. “And you’re not done healing, Katsu... and you don’t have to force yourself to be okay around me, or feel like you need to do all the things we used to do, okay? Not if you don’t want to...”

“I want to,” Bakugo said quickly, a soft blush on his honeyed cheeks. “I just... I don’t always feel okay, and even on a day like today where everything went well... I was happy... w-why do I still feel so bad?” Bakugo growled out, his fists clenching as he ground his teeth together harshly. Kirishima just answered by keeping Bakugo anchored to his own body, holding him tightly in a near-bearhug as he kept Bakugo’s ear against his heart, hoping the steady thumping will calm him down as well.

“You feel bad, even after a good day, because you’re still healing, idiot,” Kirishima admonished Bakugo softly. “Because even though your first day together was a success this is still new, scary territory for you and you’re still frustrated being put on leave and navigating new obstacles you never had to deal with before...” Bakugo’s body started shaking, Kirishima noting quiet sobs wracking his body as he held onto his friend, his lover, tightly to his body. “You’re not used to being dependent on others for anything, Katsuki... and now you’re dependent on Doctors to find solutions to heal the damage done to your body, you’re dependent on the technical abilities of the Hero Support Staff to come up with solutions to protect you and aide you moving forward with any deficits you may have... and now you’re navigating a new relationship with someone who shares in trauma with you and you’re trying to be a good caretaker... that is a lot for anyone to deal with. It’s expected that you’re not dealing with everything perfectly, Katsu...” Kirishima finished and Bakugo clung to him, sobbing softly in silence until the sobs turned to hiccups turned to quiet, gasping little breaths to re-regulate himself.

“T-Thank you, Eji...” Bakugo finally mumbled after minutes of dead silence.

“S’what I’m here for, yeah? I promised you forever, and I meant it.” He said softly, kissing the top of Bakugo’s head.

“Dumb Shitty Hair,” Bakugo grumbled, a blush on the tip of his ears visible. “Can’t just go around saying those kinds of cheesy things.”

Kirishima grinned, wide and mischievous as he began to tickle at all of Bakugo’s known ticklish spots. “Oh yeah, Blasty Boy? Who’s gonna stop me from saying all those things? You?” Bakugo was trying to hold back his laughter, fighting Kirishima off between fits of deep, baritone giggles and gasping for air as his sensitive spots were attacked ruthlessly. Finally, within another minute, Kirishima relented his assault, leaning down to kiss the smiling blonde in his lap on the forehead. “Wanna just cuddle and go to sleep?” He asked, tracing soft patterns across the sharp lines of Bakugo’s angular face.

“Let me go check on them real quick,” Bakugo muttered, really wanting to check in with you and see if you were doing okay still. “They’ve been suspiciously quiet for too long.”

Bakugo got up, pulling on a pair of sweatpants in lieu of just the boxer briefs he wore. He opened the door to a silent apartment, and walked softly across the hall before opening the door. His breath was taken away at the sweet sight... your room was set up with all the stuff you bought today, decorated in a way that almost mimicked a garden with hanging flowers and greenery, and soft silken canopies of fabric strung around with fairy lights... which were all that lit up the room, twinkling above yours and TetsuTetsu’s sleeping forms, you both cuddled together on top of your bedding. Bakugo grabbed an extra blanket from the hallway, draping it over the both of you and patting your head softly, a touch that you lent into even in your sleep with a soft hum. “Night, Pup...” Bakugo said whisper-soft as he smiled down at you.  

Bakugo left the fairy lights on, turning off the overhead light to leave you both sleeping in the dim, twinkling lights as he closed the door... walking back across the hall with a content smile and finding Kirishima settled into his bed waiting for him.

“They good?” He asked, looking at the smile on Bakugo’s face.

“Yeah, they cleaned up and everything... they’re sleeping now.” Bakugo said, climbing into the bed where Kirishima held up the covers, snuggling beneath a strong arm as he rests his head on his chest. Kirishima pulled him close and kissed the top of his head again before whispering a soft ‘Good night, Katsu’. Bakugo fell asleep in a warm comfort he missed having, feeling more content than he had in a while.

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

Word count: 4,749

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

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

*Not proofread.

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

You were exhausted.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Being adopted by Him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was you – his little Puppy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Did you decide to reject his adoption application?

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

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

You said yes.

You said yes?

YOU SAID YES!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Word count: 4,670

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

*Not proofread.

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

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

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

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

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

Fucking cowards.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes.

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

Bait hybrid.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Accepted that life was filled with things like that.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Snap!

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

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

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

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

Safe.

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

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

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

You two were meant for each other.

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

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

Word count:  2,917

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

Chapter Content Warnings: HybridxHybrid assisted masturbation / sex toy usage, dirty talk, PTSD meltdown.

***This is essentially a short filler to progress the story, and to get something out. Next part already working on.

*Not proofread.

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It had been two weeks since the impromptu dinner and sleepover. Kirishima and TetsuTetsu had been over once more for a movie night and home-cooked dinner à la Bakugo, and another unintended sleepover since everyone was too tired to move from their spots in the living room; you and TetsuTetsu curled up with each other in a pile of blankets on the ground, and Kirishima and Bakugo snuggled on the large couch.  

Today was already half-over, and it had been a difficult day for you. You were having nightmares about the fight house, and it was setting you on edge with Bakugo, unintentionally and no one's fault, but you were snapping and growling each time he got too close to you. Currently he was watching you pace the living room, looking out of the balcony as he leaned against the hallway wall, arms crossed over his muscled chest as he kept his narrowed gaze on every single one of your movements... but he was growing tired of letting you continue to spur yourself into more of a downward spiral. Something was up and he was going to figure out what it was.

“Pup,” Bakugo finally said using a harsh tone, though not angry. Your ears perked up, and your wide eyes scurried across the room until they landed on him. He gave you another command in the same hard tone. “Sit.”  

You immediately dropped to the ground, not even walking the two feet back to the couch as you plopped on your butt, sitting with your legs folded and your hands in your lap as you looked up at him with sad, scared eyes... your ears that perked up at his command now flattened against your head as you huffed from your growing anxiety. Bakugo walked over to you slowly, ensuring he wasn’t going too fast so you could anticipate his movements and not be spooked... Bakugo plopped down in front of you on the ground, his large hulking frame blocking your view as you looked up at him with a cautious stare.  

Bakugo moved his hands slowly as he opened his arms to you, giving you a curious look. “C’mere, Pup...” He said softly and you scrambled into his lap, snuggling up against his chest as your breathing hitched in your throat. Bakugo’s arms came around you in a tight grip as he held you to his chest, whispering soft words of comfort to you as he felt your body finally relax in his grip. “That’s it, Pup, you’re okay... everything’s okay.” Bakugo repeated while rubbing your back, your ears, threading his fingers through your hair with a gentleness not usually known with him. He hummed softly in his deep baritone voice, soothing you until you were a pile of puppy jelly in his arms, comfortable and at ease. “Those nightmares got you bad, huh?” Bakugo asked softly, and felt you nod slowly against his chest as he held you tighter to his body... his voice gentle as he asked his next question. “Wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head slowly, eyes downcast as you flopped over in his lap, sighing softly and slowly finding yourself relaxing with the comfort brought by your proximity to Bakugo.

"S’okay Pup, we don’t always need to talk about things, sometimes we can just lean on each other, yeah?” Bakugo muttered softly, his hand petting sweet circles on your head between your ears, his other came up to boop your nose playfully until his movements stop and he pressed the back of his hand against your head. “You’re burning up... you feeling okay, Pup?” Bakugo asked, leaning down to peer at you closer as you huffed again in his lap, turning over with a flushed expression.

“Feel hot,” is all you say, and soon a deep pink flush is taking over your cheeks and neck, and Bakugo doesn’t know what to do, his whole body freezing the second you start nosing down at his crotch. “H-Hurts, help please.” Your choppy speech and needy look of desire paired with your face so close to his hardening cock through his sweats was enough to have Bakugo jolt up away from you, flipping you from his lap and down onto the ground with a harsh thud.

“I’m gonna call the facility, see if your counselor can help... you... you stay, Pup.” Bakugo mutters the command nervously, the sudden change in your demeanor from your earlier aggression to this had him reeling.

Your body was on fire, a burning river of molten desire churning its way from your core to every tip of your toes, fingers and the top of your head... you felt the itch of desperate need in the center of your palms and the pit of your stomach. You heard Bakugo’s deep voice from the other room, the reverberation reaching your keen ears as you slowly writhe on the ground. You had your ass up in the air, your cheek to the cold floor as your hands reach below your belly, into your bottoms as your fingers find purchase on your clit... your fingers stroking quick circles as you whimper and move along the floor, finding no satisfaction in your own hand as you growled lowly in frustration.

In the other room Bakugo could hear strange noises from the living room where he left you, but as he was on the phone with Hana, who had just briefed him on your difficult heats and PTSD given you were almost always abused during your heats at the hybrid fight house.  

So that explained your aggression this morning.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” Bakugo mumbled, a little nervous as he tried to navigate this new situation.  

Hana answered in a kind, clinical way. “Bakugo there are a few options depending on the type of relationship you want to keep with your hybrid: you can provide toys and an outlet for her to help herself though this is often a last resort as it doesn’t offer much relief for the hybrid themselves... you can help her by engaging in play, or full-on sexual activity yourself, or you can reach out to a hybrid heat network and find a suitable heat partner for her...” Hana continued talking but Bakugo’s brain was flooded with all the new information, new ways in which he needed to care for you... he didn’t expect to be told to fuck you himself... a hot red blush burned on his cheeks as he continued on a little longer with Hana, before hanging up with a rushed thank you.

“Katsuki,” a pathetic little whimper came from the living room as Bakugo made his way back to you, seeing you with your bottoms and panties down to your knees, your ass up in the air as you furiously circled your hardening nub.  

“Just, hang on Pup... hang on, gonna get you some help, okay?” Bakugo said nervously, pulling his phone from his pocket as he hit the familiar call button on his recent contact.

“Heeeyyy Bakubro! What’s going on?” Kirishima’s familiar, jovial tone rang loudly through the phone as Bakugo blushed softly at his next words.  

“Eijiro, I need your help. Pup is uh... she’s uh...” Bakugo muttered nervously, not usually one to lack words for anything. “She’s in heat? I don’t know what I’m doing.” Bakugo finished and he could hear a bit of shuffling on the other end and the jingling of keys.

“On my way, want me to bring TetsuTetsu? I can also stop at the store on my way and get her some toys for herself...” Kirishima trailed on, and Bakugo just agreed.  

Bring toys, bring TetsuTetsu... bring everything.

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Bakugo had scooped you up and put you down in the comfort of your bed as you rolled around whining and writhing but within fifteen minutes of him locking you in your room away from him and his inability to handle this new obstacle, a knock came at the door. Bakugo rushed to the door, opening it to see an excited TetsuTetsu and a smirking Kirishima who handed over a very full plastic bag.

“I got a bit of everything for the little Pup, but it’s best for hybrids to be engaged with primarily by a partner to ease the symptoms...” Bakugo’s head filled with so many thoughts as he looked through the bag, Kirishima still droning on and on in the background as he sets the bag on the countertop... taking things out of their packaging, removing tags and sterilizing them before he walked with a handful of cute dildos, grinding toys, and vibrating toys to your bedroom. Bakugo slowly opened the door to find you sobbing, no longer writhing or rolling around on your bed or touching yourself... just lying prone and crying, soft sniffles leaving you as your bright watery eyes look over at him.

“Pup! Are you okay?” Bakugo questions softly, leaning down as he sets everything down on the bed and kneels beside you, his hand tentatively coming up to rub your head between your ears gently. “S’okay Pup, I got your friend here to help and Kirishima brought you all of these, too... wanna give it a try?” Bakugo urged you on, his hand running over the variety of toys as he showed a couple of them to you, watching as the tip of your tail gave little nervous taps as you sniffled and nodded, palming away the tears in your eyes.  

Bakugo paused for a moment before speaking. “Hey Pup, Kirishima brought TetsuTetsu over... do you want him to help you?”  

Your ears perked up as your eyes glazed over a bit, your nose going up in the air as you sniffed and then nodded eagerly, your tail wagging faster against the mattress making a soft thumping sound.

“I’ll go get him, okay... but you just shout out for me if you change your mind, okay?” Bakugo waited for you to nod your agreement before he got up, walking back out into the living room and coming face to face with Kirishima and an excited TetsuTetsu who couldn’t help but sniff the air, his tail wagging fast behind him as his eyes were equally excited and glazed over with growing desire. “She agreed... so TetsuTetsu, if you wanna go help our girl out, head on in.” That’s all Bakugo had to say to have TetsuTetsu taking off with haste as he scrambled across the living room, down the hall and into your open door.

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No words had to be spoken.

TetsuTetsu felt a shudder run through his body at the sweet, musky scent that filled the room as he stepped in, shutting the door behind him with a soft click as he padded over on careful, soft steps. He saw as your eyes were big and pleading, watching his every move as he made his way closer to you and the pile of the toys on the bed.

“Hi Puppy,” TetsuTetsu said carefully, reaching out a slow hand to pet your head as you huffed and panted softly. “I know we’ve played before back at the facility but I’m asking again: Do you wanna play together?” TetsuTetsu used a careful, soft tone as he spoke to you, his hand still massaging gently against your head. He smiled as you nodded your head after a moment of thinking it over.

“Y-Yes, please... h-help.” Your voice was hoarse and weak, needy.

He nodded and his hand trailed down from your head, along your spine and down to the roundness of your rear as he gave the plush, soft flesh a squeeze. “I’ll help you, Puppy.” His voice was deep, calmer and steadier than his normal hurried speech and it sent a shiver through your body, the way the end of his words almost came out as growls. TetsuTetsu’s other hand trailed across the soft sheets toward the pile of new toys, his hand grabbing at a knotted canine dildo that vibrated. He wondered what kind of thoughts were running through your little puppy brain... the need to be knotted and bred, fat with pups and fucked dumb.  

“P-Please,” your whine caught his attention, his cock hardening against his trousers as he looked up to see your eyeing him and looking down at the toy now in his hand. TetsuTetsu smirked down at you as he hummed softly.

“What, Puppy, you want this big ol’ knot in your little hole?” TetsuTetsu mused with a teasing tone to his voice that made you squirm as you nodded your head eagerly. “Well, I better give the needy little Puppy what she wants then, hm?” He said as he slowly trailed the hand from the swell of your ass to the apex of your thighs, his hand hovering over your pussy as he felt the warmth coming from your sopping heat. His fingers delicately spreading your labia as a finger slowly dipped inside your pussy as he fingers you at a glacial pace, your whining only increasing as you backed your ass up against his palm to get more of him inside of you. “Tsk, tsk... what a greedy puppy.” He teased softly, withdrawing his finger to watch the slick string along his finger connected from your pussy before it snapped. He sucked on his own finger, licking it clean of your slick as he groaned softly. “You taste so good Puppy...”

TetsuTetsu brought the knotted dildo up to your entrance, running the plastic length along your slick folds to gather up enough lubrication to slip the pointed tip into your hungry pussy. The dildo stretching your walls as TetsuTetsu pushed more and more of the length into you, soon pumping the dildo in at a relentless pace mimicking one that would come from another dog hybrid... he watched the sweet, fucked-out look on your face as he pressed the length deep into your pussy, up until the bulbous knot hit your entrance...

… and it was this motion that triggered a memory in your head as your whole body froze and suddenly a growl ripped from your throat as your hazy mind cleared, your eyes widening and a scream piercing the air as you scrambled away from TetsuTetsu who was left shaking and wide-eyed, wondering if he hurt you somehow.  

“P-Puppy...?” TetsuTetsu asked, but you weren’t in your right state of mind, you were sobbing and kicking at the air, as if fighting off someone he couldn’t see. He opens the door and calls out to Kirishima and Bakugo who come running within seconds. Kirishima’s eyes wide as he pulls TetsuTetsu out of the room, and Bakugo crouches down in front of your flailing form, trying to make sense of what started this episode.

Bakugo wrapped his arms around you, letting you kick and scratch as him as you nip and scratch his arms, his strength and determination to calm you down overriding any pain he might feel from the fearful assault. “Kirishima!” Bakugo called, and saw his friend leaning in the doorway, keeping TetsuTetsu at bay who could be heard whining and whimpering in the living room, still thinking he did something wrong. “Maybe you both should leave... I’ll handle this, thanks for coming over and trying to help.” Bakugo muttered softly, Kirishima bidding his goodbye and saying he’ll text him later to check up on them.

Bakugo could hear the jingle of keys, as Kirishima picked up his stuff and slipped on his shoes – he could hear the soft click! of the door as they both left, and soon it was just you and Bakugo.

“Hey Pup,” Bakugo cooed softly to you, you were still struggling in his arms weakly, but soon all the fight went out of you as you can back down, your vision clearing as you looked up at him confused, unsure of what just happened. “Hey, Pup, there you are...” he cooed softer still, smiling down at you. “Something scared you, huh? Wanna talk about it?” You were squirming in his lap, still in the throes of your heat as you tried to quell your anxiety for long enough to form a coherent sentence.  

“S-Scared...” you finally murmured. Bakugo swallowed hard, nodding, ready to protect you from any threat, real or imagined.  

“Scared of what, Pup?” He questioned softly.

You shook your head slowly, a shudder running through your body as you curled up in his lap. “S-Scared... w-was back at t-the... bad house... r-remember heats there h-hurt... made me breed...” your words were broken and a bit of pieced together nonsense to someone like Bakugo who didn’t have the full picture, but he didn’t need the whole picture, just needed to know something bothered you, and he’d make sure you’d never face it again.  

“S’okay, Pup... you’re not back at the bad house, I won’t ever let you be alone or hurt again.” Bakugo murmured softly, snuggling you in his large, strong arms. “We got each other, yeah?” You nodded, sniffling softly as you relaxed in his arms, finally coming down from your panic.

“C-Can... Can Katuski help me?” You questioned softly, and Bakugo knew what you were asking.  

“I... uh, d-do ya really want me, Pup? I can call back TetsuTetsu... and you can go slow-” Bakugo was cut off immediately.  

“No! Want you, just you...” you pleaded with big eyes.

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

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

Word count: 4,244

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

Chapter Warning: just some good ole KirixBaku intimacy / softness in this one.

*Not proofread.

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Bakugo had spent the better part of the next three days after leaving the rescue facility overthinking everything – the layout of his apartment would need to be changed, for instance – made to be safer for a hybrid in a new environment until they adjusted, and also just add things for the hybrid to share in their new home – switching out his office to give the hybrid their own room (Bakugo read that having their own space is important from a mental health perspective, in general for anyone, even more so when healing from trauma). He had already cleared out the spare room, adjusting his own to fit the scant amount of a home office he had to leave the room bare, Bakugo wanted to make sure the hybrid could feel free to choose their own furniture, to fill the room with things they liked and wanted... wanted to make sure that whoever he brought home felt comfortable. 

Whoever, Bakugo mused, while an image of you snuggled into Kirishima made his heart clench tightly. That night he had wrapped up the tour and ended up in the common room to see the sight of you curled between his friend and the wolf hybrid... it did something to him – called to some part of him instantly in a way he had never known before... more than his innate desire to protect citizens as a Pro Hero – no, this was something deeper than that. His night was spent tossing and turning in and out of daydreams that bore your face, imagining more of a life than Bakugo knew to hope for – firstly because in his heart his greatest fear being that he wasn’t worthy of safety, of love, of comfort or anything else in a similar vein... he had been an absolute explosive shithead of a child, and while he grew from his experiences, he knew he was still as brash and sharp-edged as ever and his relationships with others over the years bore witness to that truth. The only exception being Kirishima – whose quirk hardened him to the world, and whose soft heart and unending perseverance lent him an upper hand with Bakugo... everything else after that came easy between them as it always had since they were kids, as their relationship grew and transformed into what it was today. 

Bakugo’s second fear being one that had him worrying his teeth against the skin of his bottom lip all night until the fragile skin tore, the copper taste of his blood turning his mouth sour – would you want to come home with him? He knew one of the introductory processes in the rehabilitation program was to match the hybrid with the person, and within that list of candidates was a choice: the hybrid held the final say in whether or not they wanted to be placed with whomever met the qualifications and requested their placement with them. 

Bakugo didn’t get to introduce himself to you that night, TetsuTetsu had carried your sleeping form back to your room after another ten minutes or so when the tour had ended and Bakugo had given a gentle shake to Kirishima’s shoulder. Kirishima – who observed a new look on his friend's face – watched as Bakugo watched you; his ears and cheeks were a dusty shade of pink, his eyes softer than he had ever seen them as his friend’s crimson eyes watched you disappear down a hallway.  

Bzzzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzztttt. Bzzzzzzzzzztttt. 

Bakugo froze at the sound of the harsh vibration from his phone jarring the silence of his apartment and tearing him out of the hole his thoughts were digging him into. The device sat on the shelf by his entryway where he dropped it after coming in from his morning run, the gentle melodic tinkling sounds of his ringtone being drowned out by the phone’s assault of the wooden surface. He nearly blasted himself to his entryway and saw an unknown number on his caller ID, normally he would let it go to voicemail but a tug in the back of his mind was urging him to answer.  

“Hello?” Bakugo answered, and was met with a quick reply. “Yes, hello – I am calling for a Mr. Katsuki Bakugo?” 

“Yeah, you got him - whad’ya want?” Bakugo was used to randoms getting his number and was always prepared to handle anything... anything but the unexpected reply that came from the other end of this call. 

“I’m sorry to bother you Mr. Bakugo but after careful consideration I wanted to extend the good news that you have been approved for a hybrid license through the rehabilitation program and are free to come in anytime to discuss next steps.” Bakugo froze on the spot, phone nearly dropping out of his sweaty palm. “Mr. Baku-?” Bakugo cut off the query. 

“I’m here, sorry,” his mumbled reply came through, “my schedule is open. I would like to come as soon as possible.” Bakugo’s mind went blank as he made his way through the rest of the conversation on autopilot. He had an appointment the following morning to head back to the facility to begin his classes, as well as move forward in the decision of which hybrid would suit him after meeting those they gathered based on his lifestyle. 

Bakugo’s finger slipped across the screen as the call ended, typing a quick “Come over, please” to who he needed the most right now. A reply chimed backed but Bakugo didn’t look at his screen to read the message, just felt his body slip down the wall, his butt landing on the bench in his entryway. He didn’t know how much time had passed before he heard the melodic beeping of the keypad entry to his home being pressed and soon the door pushed opened to revealed an out of breath Kirishima. Kirishima, whose eyes went wide with worry as he made his way further into Bakugo’s home, closing and locking the door behind him before heading over to where his friend sat, pulling him up by his arm and leading him to the living room to plop down onto the large, plush couch. Kirishima seated himself behind Bakugo, who rested his head against the larger man’s chest, tucked under a massive arm. 

“Wanna talk about it?” Kirishima finally vocalized, breaking the silence as he traced gentle random patterns on Bakugos exposed skin around his neck and shoulders, occasionally bringing his hand up to card large fingers through soft blonde hair. A quiet “Mm” was the only reply he received and he just nodded, continuing to provide what comfort he could until Bakugo could settle his thoughts and speak clearly. “Did you get denied from the program?” Kirishima was afraid to ask, but he needed to help Bakugo navigate whatever feelings he was having and knowing the explosive blonde, his anxiety was eating away at him as the silence continued on. 

“No,” Bakugo finally answered. “I was approved for the hybrid license and have an appointment tomorrow to move forward with classes and introductions...” 

 “That’s great news, isn’t it Kats?” Kirishima’s tone was gentle and even, navigating a conversation when he was unsure of the blonde’s feelings; a grumble sounded against his chest with a soft vibration. “What’s got you worrying?” 

“M’scared,” Bakugo mumbled against Kirishima’s chest, “what if I never get better? What if I fuck up and cause the hybrid more trauma? If I can’t control myself and hurt them with my quirk, or yell too loud... what if no hybrid at the center wants to go home with me?” Kirishima’s head was swimming with Bakugo’s rapid-fire questions and all he could think to do was squeeze his large arms around the blonde (Kirishima knew that deep pressure therapy was helpful with some anxiety attacks) and pressed his lips against the top of the blonde’s head, drinking in the clean smell that he had come to know so well. Eventually Kirishima felt Bakugo relax in his arms fully, body going limp as each muscle, each limb, relaxed.  

“You can always ask for help when you’re doubting anything, Kats – you know I will drop everything to be there for you,” Kirishima started, going back to his earlier motion of tracing random patterns on Bakugo’s skin. “You will definitely have to be careful of how you act and react around a new hybrid, but I’m not worried about anything like you are – it's gonna work out a lot better than you think,” a gentle hum of a reply sounded, “and I’m sure you’ll find yourself surprised at how many hybrids would be happy to go home with you, and the center is super good at matching people with most unusually perfect hybrids... TetsuTetsu wasn’t my first choice, I worried over how similar we were at first but it all came together perfectly, and you’ve witnessed that,” Bakugo’s mind was still swimming, but the electrified panic that had set alight to his blood was quelled for now between Kirishima’s calm dissection of his worries, and the feel of his fingers over his skin and the steady thump thump thump of Kirishima’s heart beating rhythmically against Bakugo’s ear. 

It wasn’t long before Kirishima heard a small snore from Bakugo and smiled down at the way his face softened in his relaxed state. His mind mulling over how this intimacy between them was something Kirishima held dearly to his heart – sure they were close friends at UA, Bakugo often opening up to Kirishima more and more over the years, though nowhere near as much as he does now – actually asking for help – and they’ve also found comfort in each other physically through their natural chemistry and need for intimacy given their isolating lifestyles as they aged. Kirishima pulled the soft black throw Bakugo had draped on the back of the couch and pulled it over the blonde as he settled in, continuing to trace patterns along his back as the gentle thump of his heart and soft snores lulled him off to sleep as well. 

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Kirishima awoke to the sounds of shuffling, and quiet clinks of glass when he opened his eyes to see Bakugo in the kitchen, black sweats hung low on his hips, hair still damp and lying flat around his head. Bakugo was sipped from a coffee mug as he scrolled through his phone. 

“Coffee is ready,” Bakugo mumbled out, a yawn threatening to escape as he took another sip. “Y’also didn’t have to stay with me Red, would’ve been fine.” Kirishima stretched, long limbs taking up space in Bakugo’s living room as he stood and made his way to the kitchen for the steaming coffee.  

“TetsuTetsu is with Denki, and as fine as I know you’d be you still shouldn’t have to be alone at a time like that,” Kirishima stated simply, and Bakugo appreciated it – knowing the red-haired Hero always meant what he said, never having to worry if his emotions, his worries, were too burdensome on his friend, or if he wasn’t worth the effort. Kirishima was a good person but he was also honest, didn’t waste his time or say things he didn’t mean – something Bakugo could always count on to reassure him. “Want me to go with you to the rescue facility today? I could call off patr-” before Kirishima could even finish Bakugo was shaking his head and protesting. 

“Nah,” he said, “I’ll be okay to go it alone today and don’t need you slacking on patrol either – it's shitty enough with me being out.” Bakugo’s frustration on being put on leave with light-duty was evident but Kirishima only nodded, knowing when to reply with words and when Bakugo was just looking to get something out. 

“Alright - I better get going then but shoot me a text when you wrap up and we can meet up after,” Kirishima said, stepping close to press a quick kiss to Bakugo’s temple as he set his coffee cup down on the counter behind him. “I mean it, Kats, send the damn text or you’ll find me at your door come the end of my shift.” Bakugo only snorted, cocked eyebrow and smirked as Kirishima returned the look with his own wide smile, before stepping into the entryway and grabbing his shoes and keys. “You’ll do great, Bakugo!” 

The silence that enveloped the apartment after Kirishima shut the door left Bakugo with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, the heavy lead weighing him down as he swallowed hard, rubbing his palms on his sweats as he made his way to his room to get dressed and make the drive via cab out to the rescue facility. 

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It was within the hour that Bakugo found himself back in front of the large expanse of greenery and sleek architecture that was the Musutafu Hybrid Rehabilitation Center. His anxiety still a heavy weight tied to the bottom of his heart, dragging painful minutes by as he made his way through the automatic doors, and was greeted by the same employee who was there the last time he visited for his initial interview. 

“Ah, Mr. DynaMight!” The cheery voice greeted, a bright smile accompanying it. “So happy to see you back with us! The Director is waiting for you in the same conference room as last time, just down the hall there and to your left – did you need me to walk you there?” 

“Nah,” Bakugo managed, starting to turn his body. “I got it, thanks.” Hina, Bakugo recalled, was just as cheery with his short reply and waved him off as she called after him to seek her out if he needs any assistance. Bakugo found the conference room easily enough, even after years of taking damage to his head in more ways than one, his mind and memory were still sharp. Bakugo knocked twice before hearing a soft Come in, and opened the door to see the Director thumbing through some paperwork before she set it down and welcomed him in with a warm smile. 

“Mr. Bakugo, so happy to see you again so soon,” she started, motioning the blonde to take a seat opposite her. “I was just finalizing the schedule for classes you need to participate in regarding this rehabilitation program, as well as what is required by our facility’s standards to ensure our hybrids are entering the right home with the right fit in an adopter. I have sent you an email a moment ago that provides a login for you to watch most of the informational teachings we require via an online classroom where you’d still be in touch with an instructor who will go over the information provided and how it relates to your hybrid ownership as well as the few in-person classes we require here at the facility. I have also arranged for you to join us as we’re hosting an informative event today, so it’ll be good for you to see a variety of our hybrids as well as have time to interact with them and get more of a sense of what we do here as well.”  

Bakugo and the Director had an easy chat as she led him down to the other side of the building, where he recalls being last time, where they were holding the informative open house with hybrids, staff and public alike. He already heard a gentle thrum of a musical beat, accompanied by the white noise of people talking before he rounded a corner to see the brightly lit room filled with people and hybrids alike. They door to the outdoor courtyard was also open, the fresh garden air pushing in and comingling with the scent of pastries from a food table a few feet away from the doors. Bakugo swallowed, palms clamming up at the sight of so many people, but as he and the Director walked through the crown, her even stopping to speak to a few people, no one seemed to spare Bakugo more than a lingering glance before their attention was moved back to the original subject. The director bid Bakugo goodbye as she was needed elsewhere in the event, but said he could stick around and engage as much as he liked before setting off.  

What felt like an eternity, but after a quick glance at his watch only turned out to be an hour and a half, of Bakugo moving about the room, engaging with the different setups and the information they were providing – he even entered a raffle for prizes he didn’t look closely enough at the list to see – Bakugo found himself with a soft piece of sweet milk bread in his hand as he headed out to the garden to get away from the noise and crowd. 

He had just seated himself on a short stone wall, a perfect height for a makeshift bench to lounge on, and taken the first bite of his bread before he felt a small pressure against his back on the lower right side, before he heard a soft sniffling sound. His initial instinct was to blast first, ask questions later but as his palm popped and sparked with the sudden contact on his back he decided just to turn around and intimidate with looks. 

What Bakugo didn’t expect was to see you. 

You in all your tiny glory compared to him. Soft, plush tail swishing behind you slowly as you continued to nose at his jacket, unknowingly being watched with a quirked brow from the blonde, admiring the soft little points of your ears atop your head – as straight as he had ever seen ears short of those that were cropped – which yours didn’t appear to be. He wanted to reach out and touch them but didn’t want to spook you from... whatever it was that you were doing right now. 

It was with one final sniff you decided to look up, tail having picked up to wag at a faster pace before your eyes met his, and instantly your whole body went rigid. Tail frozen, eyes wide. 

“M’sorry,” it came out so fast Bakugo almost didn’t register you said a real word, “smelled like Red.” 

“Red?” Bakugo parroted, before it hit him. “Big guy, red hair?”  

You nodded slowly, wanting to take a step back from the stranger but something about the smell he gave off beneath the familiar scent of Kirishima made you stay close, taking in small huffs of air, Bakugo’s sharp eyes noticing the tiny bunny-like twitches of your nose. 

“He’s a friend of mine,” Bakugo wanted to keep this interaction going, for reasons beyond his rationality, he wanted you to stay, “he was at my house this morning so it probably still smells like him a lot, hm?” 

“Friend,” you parroted back to him while nodding, a little lost in thought. “TetsuTetsu’s’a friend of Red.” 

“You like that annoying wolf, huh?” Bakugo chuckled at the way you gave a comically flat smile with a nod. 

“Yeah, kinda decided we were friends before I did,” Bakugo just nodded, carmine eyes watching you closely as he tried to keep his pounding heart under control. 

“Sounds like him,” Bakugo muttered with a dry laugh and watched as you hopped up onto the concrete wall next to him before hopping back down onto your feet, you were going between looking at him and the ground as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, tiny little canines poking over in a way that made you look like a little cartoon vampire. 

“Can I sniff?” You finally said, and Bakugo’s brain short-circuited for a moment, not expecting that to be what came out of your mouth next. He didn’t fully know what you meant to sniff, but he simply nodded, taking any excuse to extend this meeting. Your tail gave away your emotions as it swished quickly behind you, the air making a soft whooshing noise in the fluffy fur. You stepped forward slowly before you found yourself pressing into Bakugo’s side, nosing along the front of his shift before you hit his armpit, scrunching your nose at the strong musk that surprised you with how pleasant it actually was. Bakugo stayed completely still as he eyed you, watching as you eventually made your way across the top neckline of his shirt, cold nose occasionally touching the skin of his throat, and then you did something unexpected – you picked up his hand and held his palm to your nose as well. “Hm,” was all you said every so often, sometimes quick and concise like you were confirming something, and other times it was a gentle hum like you were trapped in a faraway thought. 

“Smelling for bombs, pup?” Bakugo finally broke the silence as you turned his hand over in your own, nosing at his wrist with one final huff. You not catching onto the joke the explosive hero made because you appeared to have zero idea who he was. 

“M’not,” you said, plopping yourself down into the grass at Bakugo’s feet as you looked up at him with bright eyes, and a careful smile. “You smell like something I’ve smelled before but I can’t remember what.” Bakugo’s blood pressure nearly skyrocketing when he caught the whispered end of your comment, “smell safe.” He didn’t totally catch on to what you meant by saying that, but the fact you said ‘safe’ as a word synonymous with him, or at least his smell, made his chest puff up a little. The garden courtyard had darkened a little as the sun dipped below the roof, casting long shadows across the grass though you were still plopped in the last chunk of light.  

“Should you be back inside with everyone?” Bakugo asked, afraid that him bringing it up would cause you to leave before he was ready but he had nothing else to say that wouldn’t come off totally insane. 

“Don’t really like being around so many people,” you said, pulling fistfuls of grass up as you spoke. “Hana said it would be good for progress but if socialization means crowds, I don’t want it.”  

“Who’s Hana?” Bakugo questioned. 

“Counselor,” you said, “she’s always mine when I come back.” Bakugo stopped in his questioning tracks as that seemingly innocuous sentence hit him. When you come back. You said it so simply, like the regularity of your return was expected at this point for you. 

“Do you like coming back?” Bakugo asked, careful to treat in this unknown space with you. 

“Ah,” you eyed him sheepishly, before refocusing back on the grass you were gouging up from the ground. “I don’t mind being here because everyone is nice even when I’m not,” he watched the corner of your lips quirk up in a small smile, but your eyes looked so sad. “I would rather just stay here if I'll always end up coming back.” 

“Would you give going away another try if it happened?” Carefully. 

You eyed him, not with suspicion or anything else, just took in the way he was watching you, the careful tone of his voice. “Red has TetsuTetsu, so he can’t have me.” You said it in such a way that Bakugo was left stunned for a moment before he recognized what you were saying beneath that. 

“Would you want to go to a place where you see Red and TetsuTetsu more?” Carefully. 

He watched as your brows furrowed, taking in his question for what it was before answering, “mm, that would be nice.” 

Bakugo was going to ask one final question before both of your attentions turned to the open facility doors where a staff member was calling out for you.  

“There you are, little puppy!” The girl’s sing-songy voice grated in Bakugo’s ears but you just jumped up and dusted yourself off, the girl at the door stating it was time for your dinner, calling to the events end as well. You had turned to watch as Bakugo stood, towering over you.  

“Thank you,” you had started your walk back to the door, when Bakugo had called back what you were thanking him for, “for letting me sniff you.” 

“Anytime, Pup.” Bakugo’s heart was crashing against his chest wall as he watched you retreat inside, thinking what a weird thing to be thanked for, but the fact that he provided you with something that it seemed you wanted, he was only happy to oblige. 

He had made his way inside where the Director was saying goodbyes to some people making their way out, and directing staff to put things away a certain way before he spotted Bakugo and smiled her bright smile at him. 

“Mr. Bakugo, glad to see you still here!” She beamed, in between her interaction with Bakugo she was barking out orders like a good leader does. “Did you find anything enlightening at the event?” 

“I did,” Bakugo started, telling her all he had done that afternoon, the information that surprised him and even his impromptu raffle entry to which the Director gave a surprised smile. That made Bakugo wonder what the hell he signed up for before he caught sight of a familiar tail walking down a long hallway. “I did want to speak with you, Director,” Bakugo rushed out, nodding his head to get the Director’s attention down the hallway where you and the staff girl from earlier were. “I would like to know more about that hybrid in particular.” 

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

Word count:  3,331

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

*Not proofread.

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Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t an undisciplined person in any way and anyone who had ever spent more than five minutes with the man would know it, back at UA his classmates knew it. His attitude and showmanship justifiable by his actions: hard work, determination to be the best at anything, unwavering confidence. So, it was no surprise that when he was presented with something that made him nervous, left him restless in bed having only gotten around five hours of solid sleep (unacceptable), that he dove head-first into internet research into hybrids, into the rescue facility itself – any reliable informative source Katsuki could get his hands on... he devoured all with a ravenous mind.  

He learned that there is a largely biological difference between hybrids and those with an animal quirk. He learned that there are hybrids of different biological levels – some he learned were bred or trained to lean more into their animal natures, while others acted similarly to those with animal quirks (largely human with animal likeness or simple qualities) – the bigger difference being they were still highly susceptible to the whims of their animal DNA (i.e., still driven by instinct, still at the mercy of their biological clocks as present in their hybrid DNA in regard to migratory urges, mating patterns... things of a more engrained nature). He knew now that something he needed to consider was what would be best for him – a hybrid that, like TetsuTetsu was fiercely like his hybrid side but if you didn’t notice the ears and tail at first would just mistake him for a high-strung human, or one that while appearing mostly human would be more aligned with their animal side internally – Katsuki decided he’d wait and see what was suggested at the meeting he had set for later in the evening at the rescue facility. He read up on the efforts of the facility and was nothing less than impressed by their work to rescue, rehabilitate and facilitate safe adoption for their hybrids, but also all of their compiled free resources to learn more about anything one could think of in regards to hybrids, as well as offering in-person classes to be exposed further to important topics and nuances of hybrid life and ownership – classes, Katsuki noted, he would have to take before being chosen to take home a hybrid.

The rest of the morning was a blur of Katsuki half in, half out of consciousness due to his lack of sleep. He moved around the house way too fatigued but managed to make a simple stir-fry in the morning just to get something into his body, and later giving in to his needs and taking a two-hour nap before waking up to shower, and get ready for the first meeting at the rescue facility to get the process started... and though he held a lot of uncertainty he was also looking forward to something like this – something that might help him not feel so alone. 

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Katsuki was just half-watching a street food documentary series when he heard his phone ping! with a message notification.  

3:37 P.M. [Shitty Hair] Hey dude! TetsuTetsu and I are on our way to pick you up... he wanted to come and see some of his friends.

3:39 P.M. [Blasty Boy] Whatever as long as the rockhead doesn’t drool on me.

3:45 P.M. [Shitty Hair] Awe are you wanting to make a good first impression Bakubro? So cute~

Katsuki slammed his phone down, a burning pink tinge to the tips of his ears as he grumbled to himself at the last message.  

He just didn’t want to look dirty for the interview.

Another hour had passed before Kirishima finally texted that he was down in front of Katsuki’s building waiting for him, which prompted the blonde to thumb through the folder he had with all the requested documents, glancing at each page for the fifth time again before deciding he hadn’t forgotten anything. He threw on a well-worn leather jacket over his casual outfit and stepped into his boots, taking a final look behind him before stuffing his wallet into his pocket where his phone already sat, and heading out the door with a final click of the automatic door lock.

In the elevator his body felt like a can of compressed air thrown into a fire – ready to burst – but he just took in slow breaths (agency sanctioned therapy) and as he reached the lobby and made his way out, he walked toward the dark sportscar that awaited him, seeing the back window rolled halfway down with TetsuTetsu’s excited face glancing around at the few people on the street until he saw Katsuki.

“Hey, heeeey! Bakugo!” TetsuTetsu was shouting out the window at the man’s approach and Bakugo simply rolled his eyes at the annoying display. Opening the door and sliding into the front passenger seat just as TetsuTetsu was shouting another round of greetings out the window at him.

“Shut up ya damn brick head!” Bakugo growled out, “don’t you have a damn shred of self-control?”

“Plenty!” TetsuTetsu replied, sitting back against the seat with an excited bounce, nearly jumping out of his skin to see Bakugo... even if he just saw him last week.

“Tch,” Bakugo scowled, but Kirishima picked up on the slight quirk to the corner of his friend's lips as he pulled the seatbelt across his chest. “Dumbass acting like he hasn’t seen me in years.”

“Ready to go, dude?” Kirishima beamed at his friends who only answered with a quiet grunt. The drive to the facility was about 45 minutes from Katsuki’s apartment, and he took notice of how the further they drove the scenery changed so drastically for such a short distance. Larger skyscrapers and bustling paved streets giving way to more rural, residential areas until he saw the large facility come into view. Katsuki had been in this area before but never noticed the expansive property even one time. It was partially hidden behind rows of trees, and there was a long, looping driveway to reach the front of the facility.  

“TetsuTetsu and I come here to volunteer a lot,” Kirishima finally broke the silence from the ride, “he likes to come and see some of his friends and socialize, and I help as an acting liaison since a lot of hero work does include rescuing hybrids either from disaster zones, or worse situations.”  

“I never knew that,” Katsuki added, though he had his share of hybrid rescue situations, he never once contemplated where they went after they were taken away – he wondered if they all came to a safe place like what was before him. “Also never knew that you had so much damn free time on your hands to come play around with puppies and shit...” Katsuki walked past the doors as they parted automatically, Kirishima laughed, walking behind him with a shit-eating grin knowing his friends was playing his emotions off cooler than he was feeling. Knowing what he knew of his friend, he was more nervous than anything and that made Kirishima hopeful for Bakugo’s recovery. Whatever that future held, he was certain, as he watched his friend’s back while he walked toward the center desk where a staff member was waiting to greet them, that he wouldn’t be alone and everything would be okay.  

Knowing Bakugo, he knew it wouldn’t be an easy process – but he could see the future becoming a brighter shade with each step.

“Ah, welcome back Red Riot!” The staff member beamed excitedly, “and welcome Mr. DynaMight!” She added, “and our little TetsuTetsu! Look how big you’ve gotten!” TetsuTetsu had a smile that took over his whole face as he puffed out his chest at the praise, allowing the woman to give a scratch at the top of his head between his tall ears.

“Alright Bakugo, you’re in good hands with Hina! TetsuTetsu and I are going to be in the common area, we’ll probably see you later once you’re given the tour. Text me if you need anything!” Kirishima was being dragged off by TetsuTetsu who was excitedly going on about who he wanted to see, his silver tail wagging so fast it blurred behind him. Hina got Bakugo’s attention, walking away to lead him toward the meeting room where he was going to be interviewed by the director, go over the paperwork and make copies of the documents he brought, thankful that this was all laid out in the call when he made the appointment – Bakugo liked to be as prepared as possible walking into new situations.

Hina had dismissed herself as she showed Bakugo where he could grab a snack or coffee, tea, water – she offered him everything even as he declined, certain anything that would go into him at this moment would come right back out. He was told the director was running a bit late but should be with him in about ten minutes. He was fine to have the room to himself to calm down, he could feel his palms slickening the more anxious he got and the last thing he wanted to do was blast the damn director with a handshake.

Maybe he did want that tea.

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Across the facility in the common room Kirishima was crowded by his normal little friends, excitedly saying hello and telling him about their recent activities since his last visit. His eyes scanned for TetsuTetsu he noticed was frozen to the spot where in stood just in the doorway that led out to the garden. He followed the hybrid’s gaze to a small puppy hybrid curled up underneath a tree bathed in speckled sunlight. Kirishima watched as TetsuTetsu walked out into the garden with tentative steps and saw the puppy hybrid’s wide eyes shoot up toward him.

What a beautiful little creature.

He took in how small you were compared to most other hybrids he’s met so far (aside from the very smallest types), noting that you would definitely only come up to just under his chest, similarly compared to Bakugo a few inches higher on him at the center of his chest - maybe. Your ears were tall points atop your head, and the large, fluffy tail behind you started to give slow thumps as you watched TetsuTetsu approach. Kirishima observed his hybrid sit and pull you into his lap, rubbing his cheek atop your head and watching as your body shook a little, light catching a glistening on your cheek just before it was thumbed away. You shook your head, palming away the tears before giving a beaming smile up at TetsuTetsu whose tail was wagging wildly looking down at you, but Kirishima could see it.

The way the smile didn’t reach your eyes.

He spent more time with the hybrids gathered in the common room, always keeping an eye on his hybrid and the new little companion. Kirishima was soon being pulled multiple ways by hybrids and staff alike to help where it was needed getting lost in the bustle of what normally came with spending time at the hybrid facility – work. It was a brief moment when his eyes darted back out into the garden where he didn’t see you or TetsuTetsu that Kirishima’s whole body went cold with nerves before he settled himself, knowing that even if you both wandered the place you were in was safe. He just always felt better having eyes on TetsuTetsu since he brought him home. It was when he heard a familiar laugh that he noticed you both sitting in front of a T.V. watching Pro Hero fights, TetsuTetsu exclaiming loudly at each incredible move, and you curled up into TetsuTetsu’s lap looking so contented just to share space with someone. Kirishima decided to walk over and introduce himself, but with the way he noticed your eyes always darting around, watching the way your body jumped – just slightly – at each louder than normal noise... he knew he had to approach you carefully than most.

“Hey buddy,” Kirishima called out, lowering his normal boisterous tone to a gentler level, “what’cha watching?”

“Ah Eijiro! Look, look, look!” TetsuTetsu almost threw you out of his lap if he didn’t have an arm hooked around your body holding you to him. “It’s an old Fourth Kind fight!” TetsuTetsu’s tail was whipping behind him with a furious thump seeing the fight. You were leant against his chest with your cheek squished by his shoulder as your eyes studied the huge red-headed Pro standing nearby. Kirishima gave you a bright smile but noticed the way your eyes widened, he wondered if it was the sharp teeth or just being noticed by someone new, he kept his eyes on you with a kind expression on his face as he got TetsuTetsu’s attention back, “Hey bud – who’s your little friend?”

“Ah!” TetsuTetsu tightened his grip on you as he turned his body slightly to show more of you. “This is Tiny!” Kirishima knelt down on the floor, squatting with his butt against his legs to be less of an impending sight to you.

“Tiny huh? Is that really your name?” Kirishima kept the smile on his face, kept his tone gentle and noticed the way you shook your head slowly, but then shrugged – TetsuTetsu popping back into the conversation with a quick, “I call her Tiny because she is! Also, because she said she didn’t have one...” TetsuTetsu trailed off, attention being piqued again by the Pro Hero fight on the T.V. but Kirishima and you were having a staring contest, your ears and cheeks dusted a light pink as you rested your chin on TetsuTetsu’s shoulder.  

“If it’s okay to ask,” Kirishima wanted to grab you from his hybrid and curl you up in his arms himself with how cute you looked at the moment, but knew he had to swallow down those feelings. “You don’t have a name?”

“Mm,” you shrugged, “not one I care to have.”

“Have you ever thought about choosing one for yourself?” Kirishima tested the waters, and it seemed you relaxed more around him now than when he first walked over, but you still stole tentative glances at TetsuTetsu for reassurance.

You slowly shook your head, “not really – not if everyone is gonna call me something different anyway.”

The way you said that made Kirishima’s blood turn, but he didn’t let it affect his interaction with you, opting to keep the smile and calm demeanor going, “What do you like to be called most?” Kirishima saw you falter for a moment, probably never having been asked that question before.

“I like when Tetsu calls me Tiny,” the warm smile lit up your face so beautifully, “and almost everyone else I know just calls me Puppy because... I’m a puppy, or really lots of other names too...” your voice got softer a trailed off at the end. Kirishima could see something brewing behind your eyes but didn’t push it further as you rubbed behind your neck a little nervously.

“Is it okay for me to call you eith-” Kirishima could get his full sentence out before you just grinned widely and nodded your head.  

“M’okay with anything if it isn’t mean,” you say softly, and Kirishima thinks his heart is going to explode.

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Across the facility at the tail end of the interview Bakugo thought his heard was going to explode just the same.

“Well, Mr. Bakugo I’m thoroughly impressed with how you’ve answered my questions, and asked your own,” the facility director was thumbing through her own notes and the documents Bakugo had brought with him ensuring all was in order. “I’ve never had an adoption prospect be as informed and prepared as you’ve made yourself which is wholly impressive and says so much about how you’d go into owning a hybrid – truly impressed,” the woman was nodding and repeating herself but Bakugo wasn’t hearing a definitive yes to moving forward so he kept waiting with bated breath. “I’d like to take you for a tour of our facility and tell you more about our efforts, and what you can expect moving forward in this program, and we can meet some of the hybrids who are probably out wandering in the common room at this time as well.” Bakugo simply nodded in a daze, heart rate starting to slow back to a normal pace as he started to collect himself, following the director out of the meeting room and into a long stretch of hallway as she went on about the facilities history and all of what they offer for the hybrids in their care – all information Bakugo had read up on but hearing it as he toured the grounds was still enlightening.

Upon reaching a more open area that the director called the common room he took in the mild bustle of the room, hybrids of all types wandering, lounging and laughing with each other and staff alike.  

“So, this is our common area where a lot of the hybrids who are suited for group environments come to socialize and spend their time,” the director drew Bakugo’s attention to the gorgeous garden they had, as well as a small food garden run by some of the facilities bunny hybrids who also helped out in the kitchen – they were a little skittish but super still super kind to show Bakugo around their garden. He also met a few wolf hybrids like TetsuTetsu, a cougar, two cats and a koi fish hybrid lounging in a large, open clearwater pond on the far end of the garden but what really caught Bakugo’s attention was on the other side of the garden in a separate part of the common room – more hybrids were lounging around at tables, but in front of a T.V. where old Pro Hero fight tapes were playing he saw Kirishima’s too large body sunk into a bean bag chair with TetsuTetsu curled up against his side, with a smaller form squished between them, mostly on Kirishima’s chest, nuzzled into his neck.

“Oh - that’s a sight that makes me happy,” the director sighed, sharing the same sight Bakugo was taking in. “That’s our newest hybrid, though she originally came to us just a short while before TetsuTetsu did she was also adopted out shortly after Mr. Kirishima took our TetsuTetsu in, but she’s had a hard time being placed with the right person – she's been surrendered back to us three time in the last year – she's had a rough go of it but always ends up seeking out the right people it seems.” Bakugo was drawn in to the three sleeping forms, walking closer until he was just a foot or so away. TetsuTetsu was snuggled into Kirishima’s side, mouth hanging open with the drool of a deep sleep. Kirishima was snoring lightly and had a hand brought up to wrap around the smaller form laying atop him. When his eyes laid on you, a little puppy hybrid with soft ears, tall, little triangles even as you slept, a big fluffy tail and an unnerving amount of old healed scars on the exposed skin he could see. Your face looked so peaceful, lashes shadowing on your cheeks, eyebrows drawn together in your sleep as if your dream bothered you, even a little kick of your leg across Kirishima’s stomach as you shifted in your sleep.

Something in Bakugo reached out from inside of him, his mind or his heart he couldn’t tell the difference – all he knew was that this feeling was one he couldn’t easily shake. He didn’t know if it was because you just looked like you needed protecting, or because the director said you were returned three times and he’s never turned down a challenge, but Bakugo now had his mark set on you – you are who he wanted to know more about, to bring home and keep safe, and he would jump through any hoops to make that happen.

[honeesucker]

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

Word count:  2,263

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

*Not Proofread.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bullshit. 

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

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

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

The Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program.  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Slam. 

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

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

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

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

Musutafu Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program, LLC <info@MHRFP.jp.com> 

To: Bakugo, Katsuki <explosionmurdergod@endeavoragency.jp.com> 

Tue, Nov 8 at 10:26 AM 

Hello Katsuki Bakugo, 

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

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

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

Best regards, 

The M.H.R.F.P. Team 

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

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

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

[romiinlove]

Softsuki Bakugo😭😭😭 loved this chapter!!

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

Word count: 4,670

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

*Not proofread.

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

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

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

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