#he wasn’t actually a human cat hybrid

[daydadahlias]

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since u mentioned kitty ash can we imagine this is him?

nothing in the world could have prepared me for what this was

[butterymangowrites]

distribution system

paring: cat hybrid kageyama tobio x fem reader

warnings: dub-con, smut, hybrid au, stray hybrid kageyama, social discrimination, power imbalance, domestic life, kageyama with his platinum face card, kageyama has a tail

word count: 4.2k

english is not my first language. please excuse any mistakes. thank you for reading!

Being a stray hybrid was exhausting. Tobio thought as he wandered around a new neighborhood trying to find food after every house in the last one shooed him away.

Being a stray hybrid was exhausting. Being a bone-thin, dirty black cat hybrid was worse. 

He looked ghastly—hair long to his chest, cheeks all sunken, and without a smile on his face, Tobio looked unapproachable. Some people said he might have rabies, warning their own hybrids to stay away; he was scared of that, too, but only because he didn’t know what it actually was, just that it was fatal and humans hated it. 

Did he have rabies? He felt fine though. Tobio thought as he put his hand through the narrow opening of a trash can that was likely to have some food waste in there. After some time rummaging through, he grabbed onto a bottle; it was milk. When he shook it softly and felt some milk left inside, Tobio got his dinner. 

“You shouldn’t drink that. You will get sick.” 

A voice interrupted when he was almost done with the meal. It was a human woman in very nice clothing, the kind he saw humans in the office area wear. His previous owner also wore something like this, the male one, the one who hit him when he was drunk and angry at his wife. The wife was his favorite of the two, always patted him gently on the head and gave him nice things—snacks, toys, letting him watch TV and play with a round leather ball in their small backyard. But when he knocked over some of the flower pots, the husband forbade him from touching the ball again. 

The wife disappeared one day, so Tobio ran away. 

“Here.” The human took something out of her shoulder bag and handed it to him. “Take this.”

It was an unopened, brand new milk bottle, looking exactly the same as the one he was holding. Too late, Tobio drank all of it, spoiled as it was, it filled his belly for the night. Together with the milk, Tobio saw a banana. He wanted that.

“Sorry, this is all I have.” 

It was funny thinking back to the first time he saw you, that it was the guilt in your voice that made Tobio carefully look past his long hair at you again. Being closer in order to take the food from your hand and seeing things clearer than before, he had never seen anyone so concerned about how they didn’t have more food to give away, concerned about him. And because being a stray hybrid was exhausting, Tobio really wanted a home. 

He finally succeeded that night. He found one, after roaming around for many years…

— 

High up on a building, that was your place. It wasn’t big, but Tobio didn’t mind. He was just happy to be warm and have a roof over his head. 

Your bathroom had a tub, small but deep, he could only fit in there if he sat with his knees up. He did that while he let you wash him, at a loss on how to adjust the water temperature and not knowing which was the shampoo and which was for the body cleaning. So he just sat there in silence, not even turning the water on so he didn’t cause any problems, till you knocked and asked if he needed help. 

Your hands were smooth, slathering the body wash over his back and chest while he watched you, his now-clean hair tied up with a big claw clip. Having his field of vision expanded made Tobio feel exposed, but it was not totally a bad feeling, just a bit foreign after many years of having it down to hide his face.

“You wash,” you pointed down to his crotch, “down there by yourself, okay?”

Tobio nodded, didn’t mind. He understood you didn’t want to touch him there, you probably didn’t want to touch him anywhere, only doing it out of necessity because he was such an incompetent cat who didn’t know how to use a human's shower. He used to know, he just forgot. Tobio hoped you were not mad. 

—

It was the next day when you took him to the hybrid clinic for a check-up. He was healthy, needed to put on some weight, yes, but fine nonetheless. The doctor said the hybrid was in his early 20s and prescribed some vitamins, and just like that, the visit ended. Before you left, one of the staff suggested you buy a collar. 

“Is it necessary?” you asked before looking around the waiting area and saw that every hybrid wore one. “Okay.” 

You bought one in a random color after trying to let the feline hybrid choose and he just stared at you. He was tall, hovering over most people in the clinic. You had to tell him to crouch down so you could put the newly purchased collar on his neck. It was blue, cartoon printed. This was why making rational decisions was important. 

Next stop was the haircut. This time you handed him a magazine and tried again by letting him pick a style for himself; however, he just pointed at the first model he saw. Nothing was wrong with a mohawk, and you would have believed it was a thought-through decision if he had turned the pages of the magazine a little and at least pretended to contemplate. He did neither. 

Same with the breakfast that morning, you asked if he wanted blueberry or strawberry jam on his toast, he answered with a nod. When asked again, he pointed at the jar closest to his hand and didn’t finish the toast.

The stray you brought home—Tobio—definitely understood human language and was not mute since he was the one whispering his name to you when you asked what he was called. For some reason, he just did not make decisions. And… he hated strawberry jam.

So you rectified that, selecting two most popular styles and let him choose again. But before he could point, you said, “This is your hair, Tobio. Yours. You can choose how you want your own hair to look.” 

He listened and blinked. And for the first time in twenty hours, Tobio took his time deciding between things. He picked the style that would get his bangs cut very short, and if his swishing tail was anything to go by, he seemed to like the end result very much. Despite his head looking like a coconut with a wig on, he still looked good, all because of his face. 

The man was strikingly handsome. Without all the matted hair masking his face, his features were bare to the beholder’s eye. Dark blue eyes, sharp jawline, small perky nose, and lips—though chapped and dry—were baby pink. He was a sight for sore eyes. 

Clothes, toiletries, and extra groceries that included cat food and snacks he admitted to liking were all carried by him. It was a long walk from place to place and from the train station to yours, but Tobio didn’t allow you to take any bag out of his hands. 

It was already dark when you entered your apartment. You unpacked the groceries and officially taught him how to use the shower, learning that he was illiterate when he asked if he remembered correctly which bottle was the shampoo and which was the conditioner. He got them mixed up but was right on the body wash because it was a different brand with a different label. 

What you did was point out the difference in the words written on the bottles, but the easiest way you could think of was to place them in fixed positions, so you did just that, temporarily resolving the problem.

“Shampoo on your left, conditioner on your right,” you told him, pointing at each respectively. “But don’t wash your hair today, that would be a waste of the products the salon put on it. Unless it—stinks?”

Tobio, who was sitting on the rim of the tub, touched his hair, trying to pull it to his nose for a sniff, but it was too short. Suddenly, he turned to look at you, expectation clear in his eyes.

“You smell for me.” he bowed his head and waited. 

“Oh, no need.” You waved your hands no. “Should be okay.” 

You were not going to do it, but his head stayed down and showed no sign of coming back up. Not wanting to disappoint him, you stooped down for a quick sniff. The tip of your nose brushed against his freshly cut hair, it was soft and silky now, no trace of yesterday's dirt and grime. And it smelled so good you could have died. 

Tobio breathed out a low purr before he looked up at you again, his pupils dilated. “How was it?”

“Nice,” you replied. “No need to wash it.” 

“Okay.” His voice was small, faint. 

Out of the bathroom, you prepared dinner for two and arranged a sleeping spot at the couch in the living room as you did the night before. Your apartment was a one-bedroom, so even if you wanted him to sleep somewhere nicer, you didn’t have a better option. 

You didn’t expect to see him lying on the cold, hard floor the next morning, sleeping in the fetal position and hugging himself, pillow and blanket left on the couch. 

“Why were you on the floor?” you asked that same morning while teaching him how to make basic breakfast—a bowl of cereal for you and two slices of toast for himself, this time topped with blueberry jam. He ended up asking for more with a growling belly and round blue eyes, piercing through your heart like a sharp stalactite falling down on tender meat. The damage was so severe that you had to tell him not to seek permission for food again; it was all his to have. 

“My legs are too long.” answered Tobio. “They went over the couch arm—hurt.” 

And the cushions were probably too small for him to sleep with legs folded. Decision instantly made, you let him sleep with you on the bed from then on.

—

It was nice not having to go about people’s houses searching for food and sleep at the train station when it rained. Tobio looked out the bedroom window, sitting on the floor with his head under the curtains, his tail flicking slowly as he watched the wet street below and couldn’t help but feel grateful for the human sleeping on the bed. 

It had been one hundred and twenty two days since he had been here. 

The bed was springy; it rocked a little when he climbed back on no matter how careful he tried to be, making you stir but overall still pretty much in your deep slumber. He settled on his side, laying his head on the same pillow as you. If he were to pull you to his chest, no one would see you again. Tobio was so big now with a tremendous amount of food consumed daily. 

So much money was spent on him just to put skin, fat, and muscles on his bones, and you never once complained about the increasing expenses. He knew numbers now, and he saw them on the bills each time and noticed that you spent less on yourself. You had never gotten the blouse you said you wanted, and you ate half sometimes just to keep the leftover for the next day. He wished he could do more than just helping around with the household chores. 

“Thank you,” whispered Tobio.

He wanted so much to cuddle up to you, sink his little fangs into your skin, and touch you in the way that would get him cute noises as a reward. He liked being close to you, finding himself awake nose to nose with you more often than not and using the time before you woke to count your eyelashes. You didn’t like any of that, always pushing yourself away and hurrying up to get off the bed. 

Pouting, pouting, all he did when that happened was pout. But in his sleep, instinct took over nevertheless, he would find himself clinging to you anyway come morning, and he would pout, pout and pout…

—

This was why you never considered adopting a hybrid before you found Tobio that night. You didn’t want to feel like a scum excuse of a human being, getting so wet that you heard the squelching sound when Tobio pumped his fingers in and out of you, deep, nudging your front wall now and again, making you squirm. 

You know what many hybrids were adopted and bought for, and you didn’t want to be one of those using them for sexual pleasure, letting him help around the house was bad enough. He didn’t ask to be here, you offered. What he was doing now might just mean he got the wrong idea about what he was here for. 

“Tobio, no.” 

“I’m so hard. It hurts.” 

He propped himself up on one of his elbows, pouting while he watched his hand’s movement under your pajama shorts. “Please help.” 

“Tobio, we need to talk.”

There was no talk, Tobio flipped you to lie flat on his body, his hands tugging your shorts and underwear down before doing the same with his. When your bare core touched his, the cat hybrid moaned loudly and rubbed you frantically against his cock. 

It had never come this far, small touches here and there but never this. 

“I—don’t want—,” you gasped, “to use you.”

“Please use me. Please use me. Use me.” He pouted more, tears welling in his eyes. 

Damn those eyes to hell though you were certain Tobio himself belonged in heaven. It was these same orbs that had you ask if he wanted to come home with you, earning yourself the sweetest companion one could ever ask for. 

Coming home to see the apartment cleaned, plants watered, laundry done, nothing was left to be done but dinner because he was scared he would burn the kitchen down because there was fire involved. He was getting better at it now, you feared cooking for you might be next in his plan. Power imbalance hung in the air, but Tobio had no clue. 

“You’re not here for this.” You tried to say, turning away from his lips that grazed all over your face, trying to get to your mouth. “You are my friend.” 

“I’m yours.” 

“My—friend.” 

“Umm, yours.” he purred, so cat-like. “You own me.” 

Why did he only listen to what he wanted to hear? Not just yours, but your friend, that was what you were trying to convey. 

“You are not a thing to be owned.” 

For some reason, his eyes darkened. “Don’t be too good to me.” 

Next thing you knew, you were on all fours, ass up, face down, hands in his grip behind your back. His hot shaft spread your wetness to your clit before fooling around with your entrance. 

“Don’t—”

“Must be warm in there. Wetter, too.” the hybrid whined, claws sharpened, penetrating the skin of your hands. “Please let me get in, please please.” 

“Tobio, don’t be bad.” That was the first time you reprimanded him, and you felt him freeze. “You’re not a thing to be used, you hear me?” 

“But I’m a pet, your pet.”

“You’re not just an animal to me.” 

“But that’s what I am.” 

“You’re half human.” 

“You don’t understand.” His mouth was next to your ear when he said it. “I am more animal than human, all hybrids are.”

Following his statement was the tip of his cock threatening to push in, you had to cry out his name again to stop the deed. 

“Please. Just one dip,” he begged. “One dip and out.” 

He was so stubborn, you had never seen this side of him before, literally nonplussed as to how to handle the persistence, the negotiation, and his pitiful cries. He had never been like this, even when you told him his favorite milk was out of stock, all he did was nod and say he was happy with whatever you had. 

“Just once.” You choked out the words. “Only one dip and you’re out. You let me go, okay?” 

You made a deal. 

“Okay.” 

The head was not the problem, the thick body and base were, stretching you to the point of pain. You heard a low growl rumble in his chest as he went deep to the hilt and lingered there. 

“Thank you for taking care of me,” he said, tremblingly. “Please don’t be mad.”

You couldn’t imagine being mad at Tobio, not even when he didn’t keep his word, pulling himself out and slamming back into you. Again and again he went, pulling at your wrists with each thrust for leverage. Your upper body was lifted from the bed from how hard he pulled, head lolling from side to side. 

“Please don’t put me back on the streets.” He bottomed out with a cry. “Keep me, keep me.” 

The wanton scream you let out was embarrassing, your pussy throbbed and clenched around his cock as he pounded on the right spot. And Tobio was a quick learner, he hammered down on it repeatedly, fucking you into the mattress until you came with a shudder, eyes rolled to the back of your head; you were glad he didn’t have to see that from where he was.

He shot out a lot of cum when he came, filling you up to the brim. One dip and out? Sure. The thing was, you weren't even mad at him. His clear blueberry eyes trained on you after he rolled you onto your back, tilting his head to one side before he bent down to give a kitten lick at your mouth. 

No, you weren’t mad at Tobio, you were mad at yourself for giving in. 

—

The leather ball he used to play with was for a sport called volleyball. Tobio saw it on TV one day and immediately pointed at it with excitement. So being a good owner as you were—allowing him to fuck and hold you close after each night, albeit not without some begging and whining first—you took him out to an open gym to play with other hybrids. 

Him having to wear a collar when going out bothered you, and when it strained his neck while he was out on the court looking up at the ball, you told him to take it off. 

“Why?” Tobio asked. Every hybrid in the gym had it on, he didn’t want to be different. 

“It’s too tight on your neck.” 

“It’s fine.” 

A round of laughter erupted from the nearby court when a rabbit hybrid fell on her face trying to get the ball. It was from the humans who sat and watched the play, one in particular seemed concerned—perhaps her owner—seeing as he stood up and told her to get back on her feet. 

“You just don’t get it.” you shook your head feebly and walked out the court back to your seat which was just a chair situated not far off the sideline. But as an afterthought, you turned around and said, “Just loosen it a bit, yeah?” 

“Okay.” 

You seemed to dislike the idea of him being an animal, but at the end of the day, he was. He loved watching birds from the window and making noises at them. He loved sleeping, and when he woke, after exerting himself with the chores until the energy ran out, it was nice to curl up on the couch for a nap. 

It was not him who didn’t get it, it was you. Tobio liked being an animal. 

So when your boss, who was one of the owners of the hybrid who played volleyball with him, approached and broached the idea of getting him on a cat food commercial you and he were working on, Tobio wanted in, even more interested when the older man said this would earn you extra money to take home after the shoot ended. 

“See? Tobio wants to.” The boss gestured his hands at him. 

“But—”

“Yes,” Tobio said, earnestly. 

“Let’s talk about the shooting date together with the team on Monday.” 

The deal was sealed. 

—

The shoot was stressful for you, seeing people coo at how cute Tobio looked in faux cat ears, some even dared coming close to scratch under his chin. Tobio liked the attention, but he didn’t like strangers touching him. He would look for you, asking for help with his impossible-to-deny eyes whenever that happened, and you would come to the rescue. 

“Aren’t cat hybrids supposed to keep to themselves?” you asked, walking ahead of him, just about five minutes more until you reached home. “How come you like people so much?” 

“Not all the time.” Tobio replied. “I just happened to like them today.”

“Doesn’t it bother you,” You stopped walking and turned to face him. “being treated like that?”

“Like what?” 

“They played with you with a laser pointer, Tobio. Trying to grab your tail, calling you names.” You held on to your shoulder bag as you spoke. “They didn’t respect you at all.” 

“I’m an animal.”

“This again?” 

“You have to accept that I am one and there is nothing wrong with it.” 

There was no anger in this voice, never with Tobio, only dull sadness that dimmed his usual bright eyes down a notch. 

“But you don’t agree, do you? That’s why you’re trying to change me.” 

“You missed the point.”

“And what was it?” 

When you didn’t respond instantly, he continued, “I like wearing a collar because it shows people I’m taken, taken by you, not a stray no one wants. I like that you own me.” 

“Oh Tobio—”

“Is it wrong that I love doing the housework, that I don’t care that people want to give me treats and play laser pointer with me? I know what I am and how they see me. I’m an ani—”

“I don’t care that you’re an animal, a hybrid or whatever!” you interrupted with a soft shout. “I’m saying that no matter what you are, you deserve respect,” you said. “I don’t know what you experienced that made you think you can’t pick between strawberry and blueberry jam. And they can play laser pointer with you for all I care, but they should be aware that you have a life and mind of your own and not just assume they can do it without even asking. Just because you’re fine with it doesn’t make it okay.” 

You paused to breathe. 

“And trust me those people—those people in the studio, they don’t—they don’t understand this, yet.” You closed your eyes. “After the shoot, one of them asked me if they could buy you.” 

Opening your eyes again, he was so close you had to tilt your head back to look at him. 

“I don’t want to hear anyone say that about you ever again.” 

His kiss didn’t take you by surprise. His tongue was welcome, and his moan was your guest. Tobio held your hand all the way home and didn’t let go even when the apartment door closed behind you and him, instead, he kissed you against it. Then from your mouth, he headed downwards.

“I thought I disgusted you.” he said, nipping at the soft flesh of the thigh he put on his shoulder. 

“That is crazy. Ouch! Tobio, your claws.”

It had been almost a year already since Tobio moved in, and with his typical cat behavior, your body was full of scratches, some faded, some didn’t. He had a second haircut just two months ago, the same style with his bangs cut short, resembling a coconut for a while until it grew out past the stage, and now it was just in the right length—perfect for a grab. 

He liked when you played with his hair, loved it when you pulled hard during sex. For someone who was soft spoken and had a hobby of watching birds and playing volleyball, Tobio was surprisingly perverted when it came to fucking. 

The man purred loudly when he got the taste of your soaking folds, lapping greedily at the core and dragging his wet tongue up your inner thighs, collecting every drop like it was essential for his being. 

When your hands remained by your sides, taking action too slow for his liking, Tobio searched blindly without pulling his face away from your nectar and grabbed one of them to put on his head. Automatically, you gripped a handful, hearing him groan with relief and satisfaction. 

“So good to me.” he mumbled, his thumb leisurely circling your clit. “I like you more than anything.” 

More than the milk you gave him that first night, or the banana, even the blueberry jam could not compare to you. And despite him not being brave enough to make a choice of his own haircut, he did make a choice in that moment he followed you home—he chose you. 

[platinumrosetail]

Okay so could I request Adam, Poseidon, Loki and Shiva with a mischievous god reader that acts like the Cheshire cat he basically has his disappearing power thingy?

Also if you're fine with it can you make him a cat-human hybrid?

Sure! The Cheshire Cat is my favorite from Alice and wonderland! Though it’s been a while since I last seen Alice in wonderland so some things might be wrong so I’m sorry for that but I’ll try my best to make it as in character as possible.

Warning: noob author, male reader, and others.

Characters: Adam, Poseidon, Loki, shiva.

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Adam:

You were a cat like god with a mischievous personality almost like Loki but less destructive and more in a fun pranking way as well as giving out riddles for fun to confuse your guest when they show up.

So it wasn’t a shock that you decided to play a playful little prank on the father of humanity though what you didn’t know was that he saw this coming, he copied your disappearing ability and teleported behind you spooking you in the process.

You of course was shocked at first before a big grin appeared on your face, amused at how the tables had turned on your little failed attempt of a prank on the father of humanity.

That was how both of you met, you two spend some time together afterwards though it’s usually you the one talking, whether it be about pranks and how they went or possible riddles to give to others you also give some to Adam but it’s more the ones that he can solve a bit easier instead of left confused on what you mean when you give riddles to other.

You usually lay on his lap when you’re not busy pranking or doing something else that requires your attention.

he pets your head and give little scratches behind your ears making you purr at the nice feeling.

Adam finds it cute that you’re cat like and has fun seeing how cat like you were with the help of inventions his children has created for cats to use and play with, you noticed it and decided to humor him though you soon came to found out that the cat toys are very fun to play with which made you like humans more for creating them, that made Adam proud of his children more than before especially on how it made your cute and docile as well as more tamed and not planking anybody as much.

Poseidon:

You had pulled a pranked Poseidon that ended with him covered in in mud and chicken feathers, you quickly put the blame on Loki, thankfully you can disappear and tun invisible and escape out of trouble but unfortunately for Loki he now has the wrath of the god of the sea trying to skewer him with his trident as he was the closest when it happened and it doesn’t help that he has a bad reputation when it comes to pranks more so than you do.

You like to hang around Poseidon even though many suggest you shouldn’t as he would kill your soon enough but you always declined that with a riddle like answer.

You mostly appeared in your vat form that you have as he actually gives your pets and scratches while in that form.

You mostly nap in that form on Poseidon’s lap but when you’re in your more human form you begin to tease him.

Poseidon didn’t want to admit to it but he found you cute especially your full cat form which was half why you weren’t a corpse yet.

Poseidon usually make empty threats which you would laugh at as you knew that he loved you too much to do that though he did say that was your words and not his which you also knew was false.

You lightly prank him and surprisingly enough he does prank about which in turn makes you tease him some more after that, you just hope it’s not revealed that you were the one that pranked him instead of Loki as you knew that would get you in so much trouble with Poseidon, what you didn’t know was that he already knew.

Loki:

You and Loki are both very similar though only you give out riddles to prank people along with prancing people the normal; as normal as a god’s prank can get, way.

You and him both prank as many gods as you can without getting into too much trouble for it but there are some instance where either one of your or both of you get in trouble;le by one of the older gods; mostly being Odin, though Loki surprisingly tries to take the blame for you even though you never asked him to.

Both of you try to get the other out of trouble if one of you get caught and punished; which usually is basically a timeout, and so the other makes a plan to help break the other out of timeout, sometimes leading both of you getting timeout for longer than before if the one helping the other escape get caught in the act of trying to break the other out.

You like to go in your cat form and have Loki scratch and pet you, sometimes he’ll even turn himself into a cat along with you for fun and so he can see what it’s like to be a cat as well.

You sometimes give riddles for Loki to solve for fun, you give him hard ones as it’s fun seeing him. Frustrated after still not getting the right answer to the riddle which sometimes is a very common answer to the riddle, you also say no to the answer he gives even though it’s right and later revealing that he had got the answer right after all.

That leads you to being playfully chased by Loki who wants to give payback for that but he can hardly catch what with your ability to disappear and teleport.

Shiva:

You met him through Rudra who wanted you to meet his childhood friend shiva and shiva to meet his new friend that he met while traveling.

You interested him what with your powers of disappearing and reappearing with a big grin and your cat like features.

You like to prank him which results in a prank war with all three of you as well as other gods as well.

What with him having two pairs of arms make it soon becomes a paradise of pets when you’re in your full cat form as he has multiple hands to get at all of your favorite spots to scratch and pet at the same time.

You give him riddles all the time as he gets frustrated with what the answer could be if he gets it wrong.

You like to watch him do his dances and relax, sometimes rudra likes to come and join to relax and dance with shiva.

Shiva would join you when you take naps whether you’re in your cat form or human form, but you always find yourself cuddling next to him when you wake up close to him.

(A/n: hope y’all liked it! I don’t think i have anything else top say so hope y’all have a wonderful day/evening/night!!)

[selfindulgentpixies]

Stray

Ahhh so I've been picking at this and hanging onto it for a bit. I actually first started to think up the idea after I finished my snow leopard Gojo art. Please let me know what you think of it and if you'd like a part 2. CW: hybrids,snow leopard hybrid gojo, fox hybrid geto, cat hybrid reader, talks of ownership, reader was a pet for a human family previously, gender neutral reader,afab reader (only relevant if i make a part 2), satoru and suguru slightly bully reader?

_____ Your ears flick back and your tail twitches in irritation as well as nervousness. Being a cat meant you sat in an odd place, you were a predator but you were also prey. Right now you definitely felt like prey as Gojo’s long fluffy tail curled around the backs of your legs as he loomed over you. Blue eyes bright and slanted pupils wide as he takes you in.

This week had been shit, it seemed everything that could go wrong had. Your humans had given you the boot after deciding they couldn’t afford the care of a hybrid. Wasn’t even like you caught mice like a regular cat so what good were you? You weren’t even a pretty enough cat according to them to be put in shows.

Which brought you to now. Caged in by the snow leopard hybrid making you feel even more like prey than you had felt moments earlier before he’d driven off that annoying dog who’d cornered you. You do your best to steel your voice before speaking. “I- I could have handled myself, Gojo. You didn't have to swoop in like th-thaaat-” Your voice pitches upward as he without warning bends down to tuck his face into your neck and after a deep inhale you feel his warm tongue lave over your pulse. You feel yourself puff up, a full body shudder going through you before you shove at his chest. Before when you’d still had a family you’d noticed the independent snow leopard eyeing you but he’d never done more than engage you in teasing conversation before your human family nervously told you to hurry along with them while they pointedly avoided Gojo’s gaze. Hybrid’s like him were untamable and put humans on edge. 

He snorts. “Little kittens shouldn’t try to act so tough. He was ready to make dinner out of you.” He rises back to his full height, a smirk on his pretty lips with a peek of fang sticking out. “And if anyone is going to make dinner out of you it’ll be me.” 

Still puffed up you let out a low hiss. “Don’t even joke like that, Gojo. I’m perfectly fine taking care of myself.” 

He snorts. “You think i’m joking?” he archs one perfect brow at you. “Lil house cats like you are on borrowed time when you’re on your own. You’re weak after all.”    Your face flushes with heat and you strike out at him, clawed hand going for his stupid perfect face only for him to catch it. He squeezes your wrist just shy of painful for a moment. You’re so focused on that that you don’t notice his other hand moving to the back of your neck  and snatching you up by the scruff like a.. Like a “Such a naughty kitten,” he coos directly in your face as he lifts you. The action leaves you feeling immobilized and all you can do is glare at him. 

“Satoru, are you bullying them?” comes a smooth voice, deceptively gentle in it’s cadence. Suguru steps up behind Satoru to look at you amusedly. The fox brings him arms around Satoru’s waist, resting his chin on his shoulder. He gives no indication that he’s going to stop Satoru’s antics and put you out of your misery. 

“Only because they picked a fight they couldn’t possibly win.”

“I didn’t pick a fight! I was cornered so excuse me for defending myself.”

“You were doing a shit job at it.”

You glower at him, feeling pathetic held up in the air, your tail tucked up between your legs and your ears back. It was even more embarrassing now that Geto was here as well. 

Gojo lowers you to your feet finally and you rub at the back of your neck. You’re incredibly put out, your fluffed up tail swaying back and forth. You make to walk around the two of them on Geto’s side only for his hand to settle on your shoulder. “Where are you going?” 

“Home.”

“Home huh? Hmm but I could have sworn Satoru was telling me about how someone recently became a stray…” Suguru tilts his head to the side, frowning with one eye peeking open. “I assumed that was you.” 

You bristle, or really you’d never stopped being puffed up honestly. “Well he was wro-” 

“Liar~ “

You whip your head toward Satoru and he just smiles at you. 

“Fine i’m going away from here.” You try to take another step but Suguru’s hand stays firm on your shoulder, dark claws pricking at your clothes.

Suguru hums, his fluffy dark tail coming up to curl across your front, the white tip tickling at your face, “Or you could come home with us. We’d make sure you’re well cared for. Not a worry in the world.” He fully untangles himself from Satoru and cups your face in his hands. His hands are warm and slightly rough. You feel like you should bite him but all you want to do is nuzzle your face into the palm of his hand. From the way that he smiles at you you’re pretty sure he knows exactly what you’re thinking as one of his hands slides up the side of your face to rub at one of your ears. “Well?”

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Ahhhh I hope you guys like this. I'll write part 2 if enough people enjoyed it. This was a bit inspired by some cat boy audios... I know i know don't look at me. I know this isn't everyone's thing and if you don't like it please be kind and just move on.

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[faeriekit]

Health and Hybrids (XXII)👽👻💚

[I can't remember the original prompt posters  for the life of me but here's a mashup between a cryptid!Danny, presumed-alien!Danny, dp x dc, and the prompt made the one body horror meat grinder fic.]

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Where we last left off... SOMEONE (Danny) had a PANIC ATTACK (it was warranted) and now he's laying low and trying not to move.

Trigger warnings for this story:  body horror | gore | post-dissection fic | dehumanization (probably) |  my nonexistent attempts at following DC canon. On with the show.

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There’s a green guy in his room.

Danny keeps eating his mush. There’s mush apple in it today, for variety. It’s probably triple-pasteurized applesauce, but it’s something, and Danny’ll appreciate it while it lasts.

The green guy and the lady are talking. Danny is happy to ignore them—they’re quiet, and careful, even if they’re trying not to act too suspicious or too quiet. Danny has the sneaking suspicion that he’s supposed to be getting used to his presence. Like a cat meeting another cat, or something.

The thing is, Danny kind of remembers him—but his brain’s been so loopy and weird, it’s kind of…hard to be certain? There are some memories of pain, and some memories of stress, and…maybe he was there for one of his star-walks? Danny thinks?

His memories are all mush. Since waking up here, Danny’s been more confused the more he’s become aware.

He sticks his spoon in his mouth.

Hello, the green guy tries, flexing some oddly solid aura, but Danny’s very busily ignoring him; the television has another news segment on weather in places Danny’s never seen, and he’s trying really hard to remember what the extra letters actually sound like.

There’s, like, an ampersand in the middle of words here. What the hell is that supposed to mean?

I would like to talk, the not-ghost says without speaking, which is how Danny knows he’s not human. He doesn’t feel like a ghost, per se, and Danny’s breath is normal and as warm as his body can arrange it. It’s still weird though, since he clearly wants to communicate in some way, and Danny just.

He digs his teeth into the plastic spoon. It’ll leave little tooth-shaped dents. He focuses very firmly on the television spot. There are so many towns. Some of them have very silly names. One of them is having an asteroid shower, if Danny trusts his understanding of the icons they’re using.

Asteroids are cool. There’s a couple shots of the sky and a projected time at 8pm in some time zone. Maybe he can get the fast kid to tell his medical team he wants to see them. Maybe they’ll actually let him out of his room at night to watch…?

A hand gently fans at his sleeve so that the breeze jostles the fabric just a little bit. It’s a signal Danny’s gotten used to—a non-verbal, attention-grabbing signal that doesn’t require physical touch.

Danny looks. The lady waves.

He huffs.

“Licie,” the lady asks gently, but firmly. It’s a pretty insistent Please.

Please be polite with the guests, Danny. Your father loves Vlad, so please be nice, Danny.

…Danny doesn’t quite roll his eyes but he does. Look away. He doesn’t want to talk to them. Boundaries aren’t so… Empathic beings are…

“Do I have to?” he asks, and then remembers. Right. Different language. “Ic sceal?”

“Licie. Pleese.”

Danny’s face scrunches up. All the scarring his face probably has pulls taut. “…’Kay.”

“Min þanc.” Thanks.

Danny…reluctantly…faces the green guy.

He looks. Nice. Enough. He’d look better if he wasn’t staring—if Danny couldn’t physically feel how heavy the green guy’s attention was weighing down on him, pressing into his head and shoulders and neck, and—

Danny looks away. Again. The lady sighs.

The green guy sends waves of peace, calm, which is definitely a threat! Danny’s been smacked by Nocturn more than once! He knows what safety feels like when wielded as a weapon!

Apology wafts around the room, but Danny doesn’t want to hear it. Feel it. Smell it? Whatever. It has nothing to do with him. Danny wants to fiddle with the bits of his space station and maybe practice writing his name again, which has so far been less than a success. But he should probably introduce himself soon enough.

It’s only been. You know. …Literal months.

Questions and answers/queries and information? the green guy offers to trade, which is theoretically nice. But Danny’s been hunted for answers before—and sometimes just straight up hunted for fun.

There’s no information he wants to give.

Ask me? comes instead.

…Danny’s fingers still. Wait. He’s allowed to ask?

A bubble of amusement/worry bursts. Yes. If Danny has questions, he can apparently…ask.

Okay. Danny sets the space shuttle aside. He tilts his aura around, and bends it—if the green guy were a ghost, they’d be able to share more emotions with ­Danny’s guard slipped downwards. He’s going to bet it works…kind of the same way for whatever he is.

Who’s the lady? Does she have a name?

There’s a bubble burst of a memory—some dude in all black with little cat ears announcing This is Wonder Woman, hand out to present her to the listener. Without her scrubs on in the memory, she looks…like a warrior.

Armored. Strong. Black hair, gold gauntlets and red boots. Firm back. Like on the television

…In her scrubs, she just looks like the same lady as always. In his head, she looks as powerful and mighty as Pandora.

Danny’s heart picks up. Breathing becomes—harder. Does she fight? Does she fight all the time?

Memories of shared battles play out from the green being’s point of view: punching and throwing and whipping her lasso in the air and confidence and freeing prisoners and the power of the gods behind her, a royal in her own right—

…Will Danny have to fight?

The green guy murmurs something sad, grief flashing up against Danny’s low emotional shields. His hands reach out—but Danny leans back. He doesn’t want to be touched. He doesn’t want to feel the dude feeling bad for him. He just wants to know; will Danny be forced to fight?

There’s a deep, painful sympathy brushing up against him. Danny recoils. The thoughts of healing, doctors, naps, coming off his meds, recovery. Of concern, worry, Wonder Woman settling the patient’s blankets, his green-marred face raw and luminescent.

Healing. Resting.

Which. Danny glares. He gets that. But what happens after? Medical care is expensive, and Danny doesn’t even have hint of an idea of how long he’s been lying here. He knows that nothing comes free.

The green guy’s expression squeezes with concern. His head might be kind of funky-shaped, but the face is pretty human equivalent. Danny would have struggled to read Frostbite’s more than his. Danny doesn’t like that.

Danny misses beings he recognizes. He wants his friends. He wants Jazz. He wants Frostbite or Wulf or…or…

…Or Mom…or Dad…

Something touches Danny’s hand. Danny looks down. The green hand that reaches for him doesn’t grab, exactly, but it lets him know that the dude is there, at his side. I’m sorry, the guy says, more sentiment than thought. And then there’s a struggle to convey the next few thoughts.

…Because the guy doesn’t have as much experience of being outside as the school bell rings, children going in. Lunches in the headquarters cafeteria. The phone in Flash’s hand turned sideways, so that Martian Manhunter can see the dead-fish kiss between Rosalinda and Romero from last night's episode—

Wait, is the guy actually an alien? It’s kind of rude, but Danny. Gawks.

The concern hanging around in the air of the room turns into green-tinged amusement. The green dude and Danny have already had this conversation.

…Danny peeks at his water bottle on the side table and sheepishly rubs his nose. Ah. Whoops. They have?

Yes, the alien continues, and pulls his hand back. But they were having a conversation. About school. And healing. And recovering, and a comfortable space to rest, and an apartment on Earth and peace and family, and—

Danny shoves his emotional shields all the way back up before he. Before he forgets. His heart is pounding. He can’t look.

He can’t.

He.

…He can’t have that again.

The green guy—the martian wants to tell Danny something else, but he can’t—he can’t open himself up to that anymore.

Danny doesn’t have a mom anymore. Danny doesn’t have a dad anymore. His sister is—gone. He’s not going to hurt himself for wanting them back. There's no family and no house and no safety.

There are more quiet, empathetic presses against Danny’s emotions, but Danny pulls the covers up as high as they’ll go, and breathes through the thin cotton sheet pressed against his face.

It catches his tears, when he has them.

Someone mutters, and someone else mutters back. When Danny feels something touch his wrist through the cotton blanket, he can’t help flinching, but the speaker’s voice is familiar enough that he settles quickly enough. Danny listens to the lady—Wonder Woman, he remembers—hum softly.

…It’s a nice hum.

She hums, and she strokes his wrist, and she doesn’t go anywhere. She’s a stalwart, soft presence at his side.

It’s nice.

It's... Relatively, it's safe.

Danny eventually stops acting like a baby, and. Takes the sheet off. He isn’t crying, so there aren’t and tears to wipe away (there’s no need to check the footage, just believe him!), but it takes him a second to get himself reoriented to the room without a giant psychic presence in it.

But the whole time, the lady just…rubs his wrist, and then his mildly obliterated (but mostly healed!) hand. And hums. And lets Danny reorient himself, at his own pace, and in a safe space.

 Danny sniffles. He hopes it’s all mucus in his sinus cavity, and not, like, more ecto. But who knows?

The lady tilts her head forward, until Danny can see the blue eyes peeking over her lavender surgical mask. Her hand comes to her chest to tap against the paper-thin PPE covering her top half.

“Wonder Woman,” the lady says, firmly and clearly. “Diana.”

…That’s a name. Danny’s nose scrunches. That's a human name. That's a very recognizable, extremely culturally familiar human name.

They never introduced themselves, right?

Maybe…well… He is in space. Maybe he’s far enough away that no one will know him if he says his name.

(Or maybe Mom won’t want him back anyway, even if she found him.)

And there’s probably a million black-haired kids named Daniel, anyway. It’s a biblical name. These people don’t even speak English or Esperanto, or anything else Danny knows; so maybe it’s. Safe?

And…maybe Danny just wants to hear his name said again.

“D…”

The lady frowns, and then eases closer. Danny—gently—tugs on a lock of her hair until she lowers, and his mouth can reach her ear.

“D’nny,” Daniel James Fenton whispers into Wonder Woman’s ear.

Diana raises herself back upright. Her eyes are wet.

“Danny,” she repeats back to him. Her callused hands gently take both of Danny’s scarred and lumpy ones. “Wel mete.”

*

“He believes that we are going to require his presence in combat as payment for his recovery,” J’onn reports diligently, and stuffs his trepidation deep into his countenance.

The league around him groans.

*

[filmbyjy]

BLACK PANTHER NI-KI (1)

SUMMARY: abandoned as a cub, ni-ki has never felt the feeling of affection or love. he lived in a harsh condition of being in a hybrid pound. you were a worker at the pound and you couldn’t help but feel bad for the large cat. you decided to bring him home one day. how will he warm up?

WORD COUNT: 1K words

warnings: none at all :)

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a/n: bro, i never knew panthers are practically just leopards. my mind has been blown.

“woah woah, calm down there.” you heard a growl coming the other room. it was a familiar growl you had grown accustomed to ever since you started working here. it belonged to a feline, a large cat actually.

you had walked over to the large cage, knowing the large feline wasn’t too happy. moreover, you were worried about your colleague possibly loosing an arm. the large cat was cautious and would attack new staff members. once you had arrived, your colleague was happy to see you, he quickly tugs on your sleeves.

“please help me. ni-ki doesn’t want to get his nails trimmed. i’m scared he might just pounce and scratch me.” the guy says. you snort.

“ni-ki doesn’t harm anyone, he’s just territorial. you need to be careful and not push his boundaries.” you grabbed the nail file. the large cat has never once changed into his human form. which meant no one truly knew how he looked like.

you had slowly stepped into his cage, a little wary. however, you knew that you had already created a little bond with ni-ki. you were sure you had gain a little trust from him.

“hey, ni-ki. I umm need to file your nails. they’re getting too long and if it’s too long, it will be harder to eat things.” you say.

the panther growls a little to answer you. he puts out his paw in front of you and you smiled.

“thank you. we’ll be done in minimum 15 minutes for all your paws. I’ll give you a big treat if you stay still, okay?” the panther roars. he places his head down to lay on the ground. you fight the urge to pet the cat.

10 mins was over, you must’ve forgotten your colleague was there.

“(name), how do you do this?” he watches in amusement and astonishment.

“it’s been 3 years since I started working here. I guess i just sort of gained a little trust.” you continued filing down ni-ki’s claws. the panther had fallen asleep a while ago, enjoying the silence.

“you know…I don’t think ni-ki has ever shown interest in anybody other than you.”

“did the seniors say so?”

“yeah. maybe…you should adopt him.”

“i’m not sure if he’d want that. I still need to gain his trust more. plus, panthers are pretty high maintenance. they are exotic pets.”

“what if he turns into his human form? it would be easier since he can eat human food too.”

“thats true but I don’t think he wants to. I think to him being in his animal form is comforting and safe. being a human is hard you know.” you say.

“you don’t live with your family though. you moved here with the intention of getting better education which means you’re pretty lonely. I think having a friend around would be great.”

you sighed, “I don’t know if ni-ki will allow it. i’m just afraid that if I bring him home out of nowhere, he’ll shun me out.”

“it’s been 3 years and you’ve tried to gain his trust. I think if you two stay together, it will be great for bonding.”

you could sense the hybrid was waking up. your met with his the moment they opened up. he was adorable in his animal form and you could only imagine how he’d look like. ni-ki doesn’t growl at you once he wakes up but he does once he noticed your colleague.

“see! he’s doing it only to me and not you! (name), come on.” your colleague says.

“fine. where do I sign the papers…”

you had signed the adoption papers for ni-ki and it didn’t surprise any of the staff there. they knew it was about time for ni-ki to get adopted and you were the best choice.

as you made your way to ni-ki’s you can’t help but realise if he ever was comfortable being in his human form, he’d surely have no clothes to change into.

maybe I should go shopping…

you entered his room.

“hey, ni-ki. umm minor change but umm you wont be staying in this cage anymore. you have a home now.”

this catches the panther’s attention. he roars.

“i’m raising you now. my home is going to be your home.” you say. the panther just stares at you.

well at least he’s okay?

“uh, we’ll bring you home at the end of my shift, how about that?” you inched a little closer to him. the panther doesn’t mind, in fact he circles around you rubbing his head on your body. you knew he was scenting you, kinda like marking his territory to let other people know you are his owner (or his).

“oh, you’re really dont mind it?” he lets out a little roar. you cupped the panther’s face and pet him. you’ve officially let your intrusive thoughts win. what you didn’t expect was for him to purr. guess he really liked it.

“you’re so adorable. i’ll come grab you when the shift is over, okay?” he does what seems like a little nod. you smiled.

“oh umm, I know you’re not comfortable changing to your human form but i’ll just place this here. it’s my brother’s, I sort of stole it from him before coming to this city. you can use it.” you say. ni-ki looks down at the clothes.

“see you later.” you waved at him before continuing with your day. you had other tasks to do for the day.

5:30PM. your shift had just ended and you knew you had to bring ni-ki out. however, how in the world were you going to bring the boy out? you couldn’t just bring a panther out, people may think you’re insane for bringing a wild animal out. it’s not like they knew ni-ki was a hybrid.

“hey, ni-ki I think we may need to call a-”

the moment you entered the room. there sat the said panther in his human form. you were in shock, why was he so…handsome? the way his hair was long, black ears barely making an appearance. he was tall, plump lips that looked kissable-

wait no, you can’t be thinking ni-ki in that light. sure, the both of you were the same age but no. nothing can happen between the both of you.

there is no way he turned into his human form. your mouth was wide opened.

“(name).” he says.

even his voice was deep. this is just the start of living together, how would you survive?

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[beenbaanbuun]

kitty w/ wooyoung

i crochet in my spare time and i cannot get my mind off of how annoying cat hybrid wooyoung would be while you’re crocheting. he would not be able to keep his hands away from your balls of yarn, smirking to himself as he pushes them off the sofa and watches them unravel. he just shrugs when you tell him off, acting like it was an accident and you didn’t just see him batting at it with his hand.

but the problem with that is that once he’s pushed everything off of the sofa, there’s nothing more for him to play with. he’s not exactly going to get on the floor to play with the yarn—he may be part cat, but he still has human dignity—and he really can’t be bothered to tidy it all up so he can play with them on the sofa again. unfortunately for you, that means his only option is to play with the partially made blanket that sits in your hands.

he pokes it with a finger at first, just snickering at the glare you give him before reaching over and tugging at one of the corners. the sigh you let out is cute, as is the way you slam your hands down on your lap, frustrated at wooyoung’s constant need to disrupt your peaceful crating time. it only makes him want to annoy you more, loving the adorably way you lash out at him with your whiny voice and your pouty lips.

“wooyoung, i will banish you to your room if you don’t stop annoying me,” you watch as his smirk grows. annoying little brat, that’s what he is. it’s a good thing he’s cute, because the way he purses his lips and quirks his brows lets you know that he has absolutely no intention of behaving himself, “wooyoung, i’m warning you.”

“oh, you’re warning me, are you?” he giggles, a glint in his eye as his hand comes to rest atop the crocheted square in your lap. he kneads his palm against him, purring a little as he feels the soft yarn beneath the sensitive pads of his fingers, “you want me to be your good boy? sit here patiently while you ignore me for your pile of wool? i’m bored; i just want something to play with…”

“wooyoung, i—”

he cuts you off when he grabs your face, smushing your cheeks until your lips form a little pout. a cocky grin rests on his lips as he pulls your face in close. dangerously so, actually. you see the way his eyes sharpen, pupils transforming from their usual sparkling boba pearls into slits. as if that wasn’t enough to send shivers down your spine, he pulls his lips into a nasty sneer and runs his tongue along his top row of teeth. he pays extra attention to the sharp canines that will no doubt be used against you when your feline boyfriend finally decides to pounce.

“oh, little mouse,” you try and ignore the way his voice dips to a dangerous hum; a dark hiss, that sends electricity running down the length of your spine. you gulp down a whine, silencing yourself before wooyoung’s twitching ears can hear how weak he has you already, “be a good toy and let me play, won’t you?”

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Arachnophilia (Part One)

Drider!Miguel O'Hara x Reader (+18)

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You're a new recruit to the spider society, and you've just been sent on your first mission on one condition: Do not contact Miguel's variant in this universe. When your mission goes wrong you break that rule very quickly, desperate for help, only to find that Miguel's variant here is not what you expected. He's stoic but kind, awkward but sincere, and he's also an enormous human-spider hybrid: A drider, both human and arachnid. You decide to continue seeing Miguel in secret, with the rest of the society unaware. You really want to stay friends after all. That is, until Miguel suddenly goes into a rut. Word count: 2457 Notes: fun little thing i cooked up while ill and after being inspired by a mutuals work. chap 1 + 2 set up and characters meeting, chap 3 and onward is the smut, enjoy x

‘Hey! You got a mission!’

You glanced up from your desk and peeped around your holographic screen, curiously perusing for whoever had called. A mission? Who was it this time?

You spotted Jess making her way down the opposite hall to you, her eyes scanning the other desks. Ah, of course, you knew her voice anywhere. So this was an elite mission. With your curiosity now fully peeked you slyly leaned your chair even further out into the corridor, eyes peeled to try and see who she went towards.

One of the new Peters, perhaps? They were always clambering for a mission. Or perhaps the new Gwen? She certainly thought she deserved a solo mission, and she wasn’t even wrong.

You became so enraptured with your own office snooping that you entirely missed Jess as she walked up behind you.

‘You okay there?’

You jumped in your chair and nearly fell to the floor, only barely catching yourself on the rim of your desk. ‘AH- Oh, hi! Yes! Yes, all good. All- fine. What is up, boss?’

Jess flatly squared her hands on her hips. ‘I was literally calling you with exactly what is up’ she noted drolly. ‘You got a mission.’

You felt your shoulders tense as your stomach dropped. Your fear must have been clear because Jess immediately raised a brow.

You were getting sent out? Finally? You?

You swallowed down the growing lump in your throat. It was a justified fear, at least in your mind, as if this was true this would be your first big mission for the Spider Society. No more fighting minor crime in your own home city, now you were patrolling the multiverse.

‘Well?’

You jumped a second time as Jess interrupted your thoughts. It was very clear that you were wasting her time.

‘Oh! Ah, shit- yes, sorry.’ In a hurry you pushed your chair back and hopped to your feet, struggling to look as professional as you could. Jess’s face hardly moved. She seemed to be eyeing you up, making tiny little conclusions in her mind that you couldn’t see.

Luckily that didn’t last. Her face quickly changed back to that casual smile, and with a wave of her hand she beckoned you to follow. ‘My god you’re tightly wound. They were right. Come on!’

You quickly powered down the PC you’d been doing busywork on and rushed to follow her.

‘I thought Miguel was the only Spider who didn’t have senses. I've never seen another spider surprised like that’ Jess noted over her shoulder as you followed. You opened your mouth to reply but were cut off as you both exited the research block, with the sliding doors revealing a bright and blinding midday sun beaming down through the glass walls above. You shielded your eyes and hurried to catch up.

‘I do have senses, sorry, just- I’m still getting used to being here. I thought I lost it, actually, funny story, but uh- no, see I don’t know if you ever got told this, but apparently, I heard from one of the older Peter’s there’s this unofficial but pretty established thing called sense fatigue.’

‘Ahuh.’ Jess was obviously just trying to get to Miguel’s office as quickly as possible at this point, but you didn’t notice. You continued rambling.

‘It’s like whisker fatigue on cats, did you know cats got that? So spiders, we’re so used to being the only ones with senses, that when you first join the society it kinda exhausts your senses being around SO many other people that it stops working as well. I think that’s what’s happening to me. Did that ever happen to you?’

‘Nope.’

Jess’s curt response didn’t dampen your spirits. You eagerly jogged along the final main beam towards the go-home machine, jumping and dodging the other spiders as they went by.

‘Huh! Well that’s why you’re an elite, probably, right? Along with other reasons, I’m sure.’

‘Many other reasons’ Jess said.

‘But uh- I’m sure it’s fine. It’s better at home so, won’t affect me on the mission.’

‘Let’s hope not.’

With that being the final word Jess led you down the corridor towards Miguel’s office. It was darker there than the rest of the HQ, down in these tight-knit spaces covered in half-made junk and unfinished tech. You had to jump over multiple loose wires and metal plates to get to the door.

‘Miguel! I got who you asked for!’

You scurried up to Jess’s back as you both entered into Miguel’s domain. It was enormous in scope, dark and shadowed with jagged metal spires reaching so far up that you couldn’t see where they ended. In the centre of the room was that signature floating desk, and on that signature floating desk was the man himself.

Miguel O’Hara, slouched over his desk with his hackles raised and his neck bent.

‘Miguel! I brought ‘em over.’

Jess’s call caused him to pause. He was midway through typing something.

‘The new one?’

His voice was smooth, gruff and cold. It sent a shiver down your spine.

‘Yep. The new one.’

With a grunt Miguel finished typing and turned to face you. You jumped as he dropped down from his desk to the floor.

God he was pretty. You felt your heart thud a little harder as he stared down at you, hands carefully placed on his hips to highlight his shoulders.

No, not pretty. He was beautiful. You struggled to stand up a little taller.

‘Hi! Hello, ah- sir, you wanted me for a mission?’

Miguel looked you up and down like he could see through to your very soul. It was very strangely violating to be stared at by those cold red eyes. After giving you the up and down he turned and manifested a new screen at his back.

‘You’re going to E-298. There’s a vulture anomaly.’

‘Ah! Alright. Sounds, do-able. Who am I with?’

‘No one.’

You blanked. Your mouth moved but no words came out. ‘No- no one? Sir?’

Miguel grunted. ‘Somethings up. Almost everyone right now is busy, there’s anomalies everywhere, which is why I’m sending you to clear this up.’

‘Uh- I mean, Jess, is—’

‘Jess is coming with me to deal with an anomaly hole in E-345’ Miguel barked, quickly cutting you off. You pursed your lips on any further complaints.

‘Just subdue and cage the bad guy, then send him back here. Lyla will deal with any larger anomalies. Can you handle that?’

You shuffled your feet to hide how hot you felt. You shouldn’t be indulging this, but your body was reacting quite strangely to being ordered around by the larger man.

‘Ah- yes, sir’ you replied. Miguel nodded his approval, and you ate it up.

‘Good. I’ll need you to head out immediately.’

When Miguel failed to say anything else you assumed that it was time to go, and quickly turned to leave. Short and brief, you thought, what more could you expect though? He was a busy man after all.

But then Miguel spoke again.

‘Wait!’

You paused and turned to see Miguel holding up a single claw. His eyes were narrowed, his brows knotted in a way that was unusually intense even for him. You hated the way you cowered under his shadow.

‘I- I don’t usually bring this up, but, you’re… new, so I want to warn you’ he said, his voice going low. You noticed his nose flaring as he came closer, almost like he was breathing something in. You stood rigid beneath his enormous body. ‘This universe you’re going to, is- home to one of my variants.’

Your eyes widened a little, your mouth forming a soft ‘oh’. ‘Ah! Okay! Is, will you- or, he, I guess- will he be helping—’

‘Stay away from him’ Miguel barked. ‘My variations are not to be trusted. Understood?’

You slowly closed your mouth, giving a short nod.

‘Yes, sir. Of course.’ You pursed your lips as Miguel returned the nod. He slunk back to his office without a second word, and you followed Jess out of the office.

….

Later that day

...

‘God- damn it!’

You stumbled across the street floor, hand clutched to your side. You were hiding in a back alley of a smoking building, your body covered in dust and debris. The muted, muffled screams of a frustrated vulture filled the otherwise empty street.  

With a grunt you pressed your back to the wall of the opposing building. It was dark here and the bricks were wet against your suit. You forcefully and awkwardly pulled your mask aside to breath.

Your fight with the vulture hadn’t gone as planned. You’d started out well enough, but that’d just made you cocky. In an attempt to do your best you’d overstretched your web mechanism to the point of jamming it, and you’d soon been overpowered by your feathery opponent.

A few tosses into the wall had bruised at least one rib, and your muscles were straining to even stand.

‘I need… back up…’

It hurt to admit, but you had no other choice. You raised your portal watch and began scanning for anyone you could call for help.

You scrolled, and scanned, and scrolled and scanned until your finger hurt from scrolling. Your movements grew more frantic as your gut began to sink. No, no, no. You could feel your panic rising. Every spider you brought up had an X beside them, meaning they were out of reach for contact.

‘Shit- Shit! Everyone?! It’s really everyone?!’

X after X after X. there was no one who could help you now.

With a soft whine you sank back against the wall, gripping its sides for stability. This was bad, this was REALLY bad. Really, REALLY bad.

You gently cracked your knuckle against the damp bricks at your back. Idiot, you thought. Why had Miguel thought you were worthy to be in this society? Why had you taken the position at all?

In that moment, you felt very much alone.

But, wait. You weren’t the only spider in this universe, right?

Your eyes trailed down to your watch where it’d fallen on Miguel. His symbol for availability was red like the others, but it reminded you of what he’d said. He had a variant here.

Miguel said his variants weren’t to be trusted, but, why? It was strange for him to be so cagey with information like that. Miguel was famously too honest, too blunt, often to his detriment. He only left stuff out if it was inconvenient.

So, what was the issue? Your mind had, at first, gone to the worst possibilities. That he was a mad scientist, or a venom variation, or was so messed up by the DNA splicing that he was incapable of reason.

That didn’t have to be the case though, did it? Perhaps it was something else.

You unceremoniously scrambled to check your things. You had your weapons. You had your watch. Surely if he was dangerous you could just escape, and you could apologize to Miguel later for not listening to him.

Besides, what choice did you have? Either you failed to get the vulture and went back in disgrace, or it turned out Miguel’s variant is a bad guy and you go home in disgrace again. The only good option was the reveal that Miguel’s variant was just, weird, or made him feel inadequate, or wanted $10 for helping out. Thing’s that Miguel could conceivably view as making him unworthy to be a spider society member.

With that desperate cope you made up your mind. You drew your watch to your lips and whispered.

‘Lyla? Hey, Lyla?’

‘What’s up, newbie.’

The snazzy little AI appeared on your wrist, eagerly pacing back and forth as she waited for orders. You swallowed hard; it was now or never.

‘Ah- you, can trace people in this universe, right?’

‘Yep.’

‘You could, theoretically, trace any spiders here?’

‘Yeeeppp.’

‘Could… could you uh, please, trace the Miguel O’Hara in this universe, for me?’

At that Lyla paused. She spun on her heel with dramatic flair, her glasses falling down her nose without her even touching them. She looked surprised.

‘Wow! Didn’t take you for a risky little sneak.’

‘I’m not! I’m just- I need some help and everyone else is busy.’

‘Ahuh. Whatever you say, I don’t care. Honestly I’m just excited someone asked me. I’ve wanted to see his freaky variants for years, but he won’t ever let me look it up. Since you asked though, I got immunity.’

You tried not to think too much about the implications of what she’d said. You lay back and waited for Lyla to complete her scan, all while very aware of the vulture’s continued destruction going on in the building beside you. For now he was contained in there, as you’d put up a light shield, but that wouldn’t last forever.

Please let this work, you pleaded internally. Please.

‘Aha! Got ‘im.’

You let out a sigh of relief as Lyla re-appeared. ‘Great! Where is he?’

‘He’s close’ Lyla cooed, waving a fake document in front of you that was too small to read. You gestured with your hand for her to hurry up.

‘Yes! Okay! Where?’

‘The pine forest park just beyond the city line, to the north. Looks like he’s pretty deep in there.’

You felt your enthusiasm die just a little. He was in a forest? Why? You felt a little pang of anxiety in your gut about this whole thing, but you quickly shut it down as the vulture’s rampage grew louder. No, it was probably fine. Maybe he just had a hidden base in the woods, that was normal, right?

Besides, you didn’t have time to spare. Either he helped or didn’t, and if he didn’t want to help you needed to know that sooner than later.

‘Okay. Thanks Lyla, I owe you.’

‘Everyone does.’

Lyla zipped out of existence as you swung yourself back into the open air, flinging your body way above the city skyline. Up here, with the clear sky and wide-open city scape, you immediately spotted what Lyla had been talking about: an enormous pine forest way off in the distance, hugging the cities edge like a sleeping bear. It looked thick, untamed, and its edges were dark beneath the clouds of an oncoming storm.

You swung your way through the streets and watched the trees grow closer.

‘Alright’ you whispered, your body soaring through the sky. ‘Let’s meet the new Mr O’Hara.' Link to part two!

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AU’s With Alastair~

Animal hybrid AU

Part 1

!!MINORS DNI!!

CW: F! reader/reader has a vagina, NSFW, reader and allie are owned by a human, treated like animals, heat, non human genitalia(he has a barbed cock), lactation kink, loss of consciousness, breeding kink, creampie, biting,

!!MINORS DNI!!

You were born to a cute cow lady, and Alastair to a gorgeous feline. It all seemed completely meant to be, as you came to be at the same time.

At least he saw it that way.

You and him grew up always by each others sides’ on a farm in the countryside, far away from anything else.

His mom abandoned him with his little sister and brother, which you don’t think is uncommon for cat folk.

But you bet it would be hard for anyone, let alone a small child that now has to care for two other children with only himself.

You are both older now.

Once your respective cycles started, you had to start taking short breaks from each other.

And now you’re old enough to “work” on the farm like the other hucow ladies…

“Alright girl, you’ll have to settle with a bull eventually,” The farmer spoke a little agitatedly or maybe just tiredly, either way your heart wracked intensely with guilt.

Today had felt so painfully long.

The farmer brought bull hybrids in from all across the country to court you…

Your big eyes stay downcast, wetness clumping your pretty lashes. “I know… ‘m sorry sir, I jus’… Don’t love any of them proper.”

The farmer lets out a long sigh, “Get some rest, Y/N”

Neither you nor the farmer were aware of Alastair watching from the second story window of the bright red barn.

“That stupid farmer.” His ear flicks irritatedly as he thinks. “only caring about production, and not for Y/N at all…” His fists ball while burning holes into the side of the farmer’s head with his stare. “Why’s it gotta be a bull anyway?” He wonders.

Has a hybrid of another species been able to impregnate another hybrid before?

He’s absolutely sure it’s possible.

If not, he’ll make it possible.

Besides, nobody loves you more than he does.

A breeze passes through your hair, and flows all the way up to Allie. Ears now perked up and swiveled all the way toward you, he can smell your heat coming.

That’s probably why the farmer is in such a rush to get you mated.

Alastair has always stayed away from you while you both were on your cycles, for fear of ruining what you have together.

This time he can’t.

Tomorrow he’ll stay with you.

Another evening comes and Alastair finds you whining and writhing in your stable, you’re clearly burning up and desperate.

Face shining with sweat, with barely any clothes on, and the fabric that does try and cover you, is instead stuck to your skin, showing him your peaked nipples and your puffy, glistening lips through it.

He stops in his tracks, mouth agape, his tiny fangs peaking out from behind his lips.

He doesn’t really know what he was expecting.

But god, it wasn’t this…

He thought he was ready.

His shorts are feeling uncomfortably tighter.

You notice him as he swallows.

“Allie! uhm….” You start to cover up with a jean jacket, and he rushes over to you.

“Y/N, it’s… *ahem*… It’s okay! I’m actually here to help!”

“Allie…” Tears stain your cheeks. You get on your knees and present to him, “Then… Please, help me.”

A harsh swallow bobs his addams apple, making his choker shift.

He’s ready.

He takes his claws to your shorts and rips right through them, the freedom, and chill of the air sends shivers through your body.

He untied the silk ribbon he uses as a belt, and undid his shorts.

Next his crochet sweater was discarded to the hay covered ground.

“Wait, Y/N… I-wanttofaceyou…”

You oblige, thinking he’s adorable, and roll over, legs spread, inviting him in.

You’re breathing heavily.

He lifts your top exposing your chest.

Then he leans down to literally kitten lick your nipple, and gently flicks the other one, taking turns for both without leaving the other.

The effect is maddening.

You’re whimpering and throwing your head this way and that. Little “pleases” and “oh my goodnesses” falling from your part lips.

He smiles at this, getting the exact reactions he’s always imagined from you. His perfect beloved.

Dick now taken in his hand, he slaps your puffy cunt, before rubbing it down.

Something kind of stings as he drags down, but it’s so hot and hard it feels like everything you need right now.

“Please, Alastair… I want you inside me… I… really do love you.” You say desperation, and truth seeping from your words.

He almost breaks hearing those four words at the end, but he sets that aside for after, when he can just cuddle you. And tell you how much he’s always loved you.

His tip slides into your desperately wet hole, opening you further.

“Ahhh” You shudder as you begin to feel that which your body craves.

He slowly bottoms out, and stays there, feeling you pulse around him. His head becoming light.

He has to move.

He pulls out quick to snap him back in control of himself.

“AHHH!” You barely make out the scream as your own voice as you black out in an instant. Sharp pain and harsh, hot pleasure zapping through your insides at the same time as if a lightning bolt came down and smited you.

“Y/N! Y/N! Oh no, oh fuck, oh god” Alastair babbles as he accidentally slides back into you, to meet his face to yours.

He cradles you, his body smaller than yours, but he’s always been way stronger than he appears.

“Y/N…”

You come to only seconds later, your body burning hotter than before, you gasp, and pant.

“Allie? what… happened…”

“I didn’t think….” he’s crying into your neck. “I-I… I’m so sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t of-”

“It felt so good…”

“What?” His cheeks reddened. “I mean, are you sure?”

Ending his thought you brought his face down to yours for a kiss. He rocked deeper into you In response.

You felt that familiar drag, as he rocked back slightly, before jamming himself in all the way.

“You like that? You want me to plow into you?” His demeanor completely changed in a split second. “Say Squishmallow if you want me to stop.” He leans in to whisper, and then kisses your neck.

You nod enthusiastically.

His hand finds your tit, when he looks down suddenly. “Wait, Y/N! Look! You really don’t need a bull!” he holds his now wet hand up.

You shift to look down and sure enough you’re lactating!

He hurries to shove one in his mouth and begins to suck, and lick as he paws at the fatty part. This is your first time being milked, and it’s your best friend!

It feels heavenly.

his tongue doing laps around you.

You cry out, “Alastair!” followed by a series of “Oh”’s

He starts pushing as deep as he can go into you.

He pulls out slow this time, as he does the pleasure mixes with pain and you feel yourself producing more and more milk, it’s building up so fast in the one he’s neglecting.

“Please! hah! swap!” You moan exasperated.

He releases with a hearty *pop!* And quickly switches to your other breast, not leaving the other one defenseless this time, he squeezes and rubs circles around your nipple.

“Your milk tastes so good, Y/N, this farm is so lucky!” his eyes are clouded over now with lust.

He’s all the way out of you again, and he slams back in with all of his might causing you to bounce.

“Ahh!” You’re almost shaking it feels so good! “M-More!” you moan.

He obliges and pulls out not as slow, but still slow enough you don’t pass out again. Then he sets the pace for the session.

Slamming into you over and over again, your legs and hips folding more and more each time so he can get impossibly deeper.

He’s purring now, vibrating your sensitive buds as he alternates and sucks on each one, never leaving either unattended.

His skin is slamming against yours, and you swear at this point you feel him hitting your cervix.

You need his cum so badly, your body burns with this sole desire as you’re becoming so overstimulated.

You’re sure you’re babbling nonsense at this point but he continues to pound you as if he has no other purpose but to breed you right here, right now.

“Are you close?”

“Yesh,” you let out a breathy slur, mind hazy and floating with the stars above.

He pounds impossibly harder, rocking your bodies into the wooden wall of the stable.

You hold on for dear life as you come undone around his cock.

Seconds later with one final thrust and he’s shooting thick, hot ropes into you. You feel so full and your temperature starts to decrease back to normal instantly.

You squeeze him, as he lets go of your chest with another satisfied *pop*

“I love you, Allie…”

“I love you too, Y/N, so freaking much.”

He stays inside you as he readjusts to cuddle on top of you, limbs tangled, and both of you breathing heavily.

A little too soon later and the farmer is walking in, he doesn’t give you even a chance to hide Alastair, before spying you both.

“What is this?!”

“Sorry sir!” You sit up, tipping Allie off of you

“Woah!” He exclaims, as he slips, sliding out of you, his cum leaking onto the floor.

“AH!” You squeal from his exit, as milk sprays from your still engorged tits.

The farmer’s eyes widen, “Well… I can’t really complain with this outcome.” He takes his hat off to scratch his balding head. “Well Alastair, looks like you officially work for me now, specifically with Y/N.” he turns to leave mumbling, “if it works, it works i guess… How come i ain’t never thought of cat folk?”

You both giggle, before your temp starts to rise again.

“Allie! Help?”

“Yes, ma’am!” he folds you over yourself again, and slips in easier this time.

“Oh, you’re perfectly prepped from last round… Remember the safe word?”

“mmhmm!”

This time he bends over to your neck and bites you as he pulls out. It hurts in both places, but it feels so good, like an electric shock going straight through your body to your core.

He’s back to purring loudly as he starts to slam back into your abused and throbbing pussy.

You both come quicker this time, your moans and his mewls becoming one mini orchestra to your fuzzy ears.

His tail swishing with his motions, and yours sticking straight out, as tensed as your curled toes.

You feel his hot cum filling you up for the second time, you can tell it’s even more this time, and your own orgasm milks him for everything he’s worth.

This time after, you both drift off into a comfortable sleep, while holding eachother close as possible.

When you wake again, you’ll still have eachother, and you’ll be together for whatever comes next…

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JONGHO AS A BEAR HYBRID - RAISED LIKE SIBLINGS EDITION

(Photos are not mine, credits for the rightful owners)

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I'm a bit late, but I had to write a little something for Jongho's birthday and this is my absolute favorite hc of him, so here we go! I could go on and on about it too, should I make a one shot of this? 👀

The moment your parents got an anonymous call to rescue a hybrid cat out of someone’s abandoned house, they didn’t think they would find a cub bear near the woods, alone and shot in the process.

To this day, that call would be an unsolved puzzle. First, there was no cat hybrid. Second, it was illegal to hunt in that area for many reasons. Third, why anyone would contact a small hybrid rescue organization instead of a wildlife rehabilitator?

They found out the answer for only one of those questions.

While they were in the car, the cub shifted to his human form due to lack of energy and blood. The little boy could barely speak or move, his poor condition clear as a day.

The good news were, from then on he’d have a home and, if he wanted to, a family to take care of him.

You both grew up together.

It was weird to explain the dynamic of you two to anyone who asked. There was no hierarchy between the two of you, something not as common as it was now. You were kind of like siblings, but without the constant urge to fight for everything.

Jongho would never fight you. Not because he didn’t want to sometimes (most times), but because he made a promise the moment he was accepted into the family. He would fight for your family, in whatever way they needed, so that includes you.

That meant, even when you were being stubborn for no reason or just annoying, he wouldn’t fight you. Instead, he would just… judge you in silent until you stopped.

There were some fights here and there, of course. His patience wasn’t eternal, and he had his own feelings and moments of being annoying too… although he blames 99% of those on you.

But who’s counting, right?

You learned all the little things about him from a young age, so you knew him with the back of your hand.

Like the urge he had for affection, even though he hated to ask for it, so much so he would rather be shot again.

Of course, you’d cling to him like a koala all day long and he just… stood there, like an actual tree, paralyzed and overthinking ever second of it.

With time, he got used to the feeling and dare I say, he loved it a lot, but would never say it. If it makes you feel better, it would be plastered on his forehead the confusion and sadness the moment you stopped. He didn’t notice his pout, either.

Or like the way he’d never speak without being spoken to. That didn’t last for long, but while it did, you made sure to ask him as many questions as you could think about.

It ranged from do you know why the sky is blue? to can I touch your ears please, please? He would always say no to the last one until your parents said to stop asking.

You did, but you couldn’t help watching it all the time. It was small, round and it looked fluffy. It was the perfect combination to make anyone in their right minds give a little pet, you know? Still, you respected he needed his space.

He also knew you with the back of his hand. He observed every single habit of all of your family, because he had to be sure they were safe to be around. Then he kept doing it because he wanted to understand why you were so different from every other human he met.

Even though, you were so annoying and loud and sometimes a bit dumb as a child, you were also kind-hearted and generous since little. You didn’t even complain when you had to leave your own room for him to stay, you were soo worried and scared because of the bad condition you saw him in.

You were sincere in your questions about hybrids, how did he do things or why he did it, not in the way he sometimes felt with other people, who looked at him like a fascinating animal and nothing more.

He was grateful for whoever made that call and saved his life by bringing your parents to him, even though he always asked himself who could it be.

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FFF~ Day 27

♡Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Reader (f) ♡Genre: Smut with no plot :) ♡Au: hybrid ♡Word Count: 1,414 ♡Warnings: animalistic behavior, a sex contract(?), seonghwa becomes addicted to animal crossing during the pandemic!, breeding kink, bratty top reader, nerd sub hwa, slight degredation kink, cutesy kink (?), penetrative sex with no barrier, m orgasm, creampie, premature ejaculation ♡Rated: 18+ MDNI ♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Omegaverse, KHJ | Next Day~ Mommy, SMG ♡Dedication~ @downtoamagicalland & @mejuii the unholy trinity beta team

Seonghwa was in the deep, dark abyss of Reddit threads when he came across something that made him scoff at its ridiculousness. He had read a lot of stuff and taken it with a grain of salt, but this one was too much: go to this website, type in your horoscope, date of birth and preferred animal and a hybrid would manifest in your room immediately.

“This is so stupid,” He muttered but went down the rabbit hole anyway, if only to feel valid in his judgment.

Seonghwa quickly filled in the requirements: Aries, 04/03/1998… but he was hesitant in his animal of choice. Should he pick a cat? He was sure everyone else had. What if… before he could stop himself, he typed in a rabbit and then hit send. The website had a hybrid cat girl dancing as their loading screen, which he blew a raspberry at, and then his screen went completely dark.

“I knew it,” He laughed and then threw his phone on his bed.

What would a bunny hybrid look like anyways? He knew they mostly had human characteristics but… wouldn’t a bunny with floppy ears look absolutely adorable? What if they had a cute little tail, like the playboy bunnies of old did? He wondered if it was sensitive…?

Soon, Seonghwa pulled himself out of his sweats and started rubbing one out at the idea of tugging on a nonexistent hybrid bunny girl’s tail. He wanted to hear her cry out, wanted to hear the stuttered “Don’t do that or I might cum!” protests, he wanted--

A high-pitch screech interrupted his train of thought. Seonghwa’s eyes flew open and there you stood in his room. Seonghwa grabbed his phone and saw that the black screen was no longer there but a message: ‘Your bunny girl should arrive shortly!^^’. “Oh Shit,” He groaned.

You covered your eyes, “I don’t know who you are or why I’m here but can you put that snake away?!”

“Snake…?” It took a few minutes for the comparison to sink in and then he quickly tucked himself back into his pants. “I can’t help it!” he yelled at you in embarrassment, “You came into my place unannounced!”

“Well I didn’t ask to be sent here!” You accused him, your eyes screwed shut completely. 

Seonghwa smiled painfully. You were right about that. “I--uh--about that.”

He got distracted by the shirt that was on your body. It was so huge for you that one shoulder was falling off your body. Your hair matched the fur of your ears. He was dying to see what your tail looked like but he wasn’t sure what was proper in this situation. Considering the state of undress you were in…

You whimpered and he watched as you pushed your thighs together. “Something wrong?” He asked you.

Your nose twitched. “I can smell your precum.”

Seonghwa was embarrassed. “What do you mean you can smell that?”

Your ear twitched in irritation. “I’m a hybrid! I’ve got a superior sense of smell!”

“Can I offer you something to drink or…?” Seonghwa really didn’t know what to do with you now that he had you.

“I wanna go home!” You insisted, your eyes snapping open and you stomped a foot down in anger. 

Seonghwa’s lips twitched in a smile. You were actually quite cute. “How do we do that?”

“How am I supposed to know!” You wailed.

Seonghwa grabbed his phone to see if there was anything useful in the damn reddit thread he had originally found the website on. Desperately reading it, he came across some information that made his jaw drop. The only way for you to go home was for either you to get pregnant or you would stay here permanently. 

You pouted when Seonghwa told you so. “I don’t want to live with some man who just jerks off in the middle of the day. Don’t you have a job or something?”

Seonghwa stiffened at the insult. “It’s my day off and it’s none of your business what I do with that time.”

You sighed and you twitched your ear in thought. “Well, if it’s between that or staying here, guess there’s no alternative.”

“Wa-wait a minute!” Seonghwa stuttered when you began to climb on the bed, “What do you mean, no alternative?”

You cocked your head cutely. “Why, silly human, you’ve got to fuck me until I’m pregnant. That’s what the deal is, isn’t it?” You frowned slightly, “I certainly don’t want to stay in this strange world.”

“But--” Seonghwa bit down on his lower lip when you palmed his erection that still hadn't gone away from earlier, if he was being honest, “Hnnnnffff, oh god--!”

“Seems like I don’t have to do much to work you up,” You said in a teasing but also condescending tone.

“You interrupted me, remember?” Seonghwa wanted to sink into his bed and die, why was this whole thing so freaking embarrassing?

“Well you’re in luck, human. I’m in heat so we can just go at it like bunnies,” You giggled.

You pulled him out of his pants, and Seonghwa could only watch on like he wasn’t driving the vehicle. You held him aloft and lifted your oversized shirt--fuck, you weren’t wearing any underwear--and sank down on him. 

You frowned again and let out a whimper. You gulped. “Oh,” You said so a-matter-of-factly, “You’re much bigger than I’ve ever had before.”

Seonghwa’s hands were grasping the blankets below him so tightly, he swore he was going to rip them. “Don’t say that,” he hissed.

You urged your body down his shaft, using slight jerks and gravity to do the work. “Why?”

“Because that’s too goddamn cute!” Once you had him full hilt in you, Seonghwa’s hands smoothed up your thighs. This was real, right? “Wait, just give me a few minutes to breathe!”

You giggled again. “Silly human. We have work to do.” You leaned forward, almost nose to nose with Seonghwa. “You know, you’re kinda cute, for a human that is.” You bopped him on the nose and then raised your body up his shaft and then brought it smoothly back down.

“Oh god oh god oh god,” He began to chant, “You’re so fucking tight, hhhhhhhhhh!” Seonghwa’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. 

“You know, you’re awfully pussy drunk and I’ve barely fucked you,” You commented, “You aren’t a virgin, are you?”

“N-no!” Seonghwa stuttered, pushing his glasses up his face. “I just--It’s been awhile since I’ve last had sex.”

You leaned fully on Seonghwa’s chest, laying your arm on top of each other and resting your chin there so you could absorb the man that was going to get you pregnant. “Oh? Why’s that? It’s not like you’re not good looking enough.” 

Seonghwa avoided your gaze. “I dunno.” He knew exactly why. He was addicted to a new video game and the world was on fire, telling everyone to remain home. 

“Well, I hope you saved up all your cum for me, because I’m going to need it!” You said cheerfully.

“Shit,” Seonghwa arched his back and came after you uttered that phrase. It was all too much for him.

You stopped bouncing and went back to pouting. “You didn’t even let me come?”

Seonghwa’s cheeks burnt up. “I’m sorry, I told you, it’s been a while.” His dick was still spurting out his seed as you scolded him.

You sighed in disappointment. “Is this how it’s going to be every time?”

“N-no, I promise,” Seonghwa looked you in the eyes this time, “I’ll give you all my cum so that you can go home.”

You beamed down at him. “Good boy.”

You lifted yourself off of him and Seonghwa watched with yet another jaw drop as his cum came dripping out of your hole. You let it, raising your shirt a little so Seonghwa could see it drop right back down to his twitching dick. “We’ll let the first load slide. I don’t want any bunnies from pleasureless sex.”

“I’ll do my best,” Seonghwa murmured.

His face was hot but he watched you curiously peered around his apartment. You were so fucking cute, his heart was going to burst. He hoped it took him a long time to get you pregnant. He really liked you. Maybe you’d come to see that this place wasn’t so bad, and neither was he. Maybe you’d follow the path of never going home and just staying with him…

♡Masterlist link~ | Previous Day~ Omegaverse, KHJ | Next Day~ Mommy, SMG

[octochick]

My personal favela five headcanons (and bonus redstone gang trio ones)

Cellbit - So this wet cat of a man has a Backstory. You know. Born a catboy, occultists took him and experienced on him, ascended, learned some rituals and escaped. Was kinda out of sanity at that time so he kinda became a serial killer, classical Cellbit things. He was indeed rescued by Felps after Alcatraz, and had to get some reeeeealy intense therapy... how Felps found a therapist that would effectively treat him is a mystery, but he did and slowly, Cellbit got better. Nowadays, he looks like a mostly normal man. Mostly thanks to his appearance distortion ritual hiding the biggest part of his scars, the tatoos from when he was a guinea pig to occultists and his cat ears. Oh and he also has faceblindness.

Felps - A Felps from the felpsverse that decided to go on a simple vacation to meets some old friends but was dragged to the island. This Felps is actually a quite important Felps, being the one to bring the Felpses that die outside of the felpsverse back home. Sometimes he likes to substitute for other Felpses (The Fuga Impossível universe doesn’t actually have a Felps, it was this guide Felps the “Felps” there). He used to hang quite a lot around some of the few non-Felps entities back on felpsverse, like Rubens. Physically, he has some small differences that distinguish him from the other Felpses, like how he always walks barefoot and how he can float some centimeters off the ground. He can’t really die, but can be hurt. He bleeds black, has lots of spirals over his whole body, and any chunk of flesh that is ripped out of him turns into goo. He has a small mental link to the greater Felps conscience that sends small bits of information about the other Felpses memories whenever he needs it.

Mike - So Mike started out as a simple slime hybrid, orphan, met Pac at school and the two ran away when they finished 9th grade and did some shit, including going to prison. But well, they get out and try a new life for themselves of scientists, with pretty good results if they do say. Anyways, things got kinda freaky when the two figured out genetic modification. So Pac, at the time a simple human, decided to be reasonable despite Mike’s and his own voice and just did a simple fusion. Now, Mike, very confident that his hybrid status would make him sturdier to more extreme transformations, decided to go a little crazy. First was creeper, complete success. A touch of spider, only for the wall climbing? Yup, splendid. Now... blaze? Blaze fucked things up beyond repair. The blaze dna didn’t interact well with his slime dna, fused into magma cube dna and overwrote a lot of his own genome. He almost died and his body became almost unrecognizable. If analyzed, he is around 1% spider, 5% human, 16% slime, 23% creeper and 55% magma cube nowadays. His body is basically a slime mold, vaguely human in shape, red fading into pink, lightly explosive with large eye spots. Despite this body having its uses, Mike was always used to a human body so he and Pac worked hard to make him a robot body. His body went through lots of versions, and it still is being updated. The most recent version has a digital TV face, fingers that have deployable tools (A staple since the second version), and a complex camouflage system. If you pay attention to the joints, you can see glimpses of his true body.

Pac - So Pac used to be a human, but now he is a third planaria. His leg suffered more than Jesus. Despite the rumors, Cellbit DIDN’T eat his leg. But he did bite it. At first it wasn’t all that bad, excluding the obvious, but he still could walk ok, things just got bad when they returned to land and it got infected so bad the leg had to be amputated, bellow the knee. So one of the first things Tazercraft built when they got their lab was a prosthesis for him. And thing were well and swell, buuuut a lab accident happened and Pac’s leg had to be amputated further, over the knee. New prosthesis, everything ok again. Genetic modification time! Mike’s adventures are already written, but Pac decided think a little bit more about it. He decided to go for planaria, because of their regeneration capabilities. He went, got that planaria dna and almost died. But he survived. His leg, for some miraculous reason, got regenerated, but not perfectly, so nowadays he needs a cane a lot of the time. He does wonder what would happen if he is cut in half, but its better to not think about it too much.

 Now the bonus Viniccius13 and DaviGamerHD because they were for a very long time the only minecraft channels I watched

Viniccus13 - He is something of a demigod, almost omnipresent and omniscient, but only on his home world. He is basically a ginormous redstone circuit, the size of a minecraft world, that reached sentience. He can feel and see through all the redstone that is from his home world, and he can “contaminate” the redstone of other worlds to also do that. His body is completely made out of redstone. Think of him a little like a mushroom. He, the man, is the fruiting body, and the redstone underground is the hypha. But he can’t survive outside of his world for very long, he will simply crumble and loose consciousness. To be able to go to other worlds he uses a stabilizer in the form of sunglasses.

Davi - Davi is a hybrid of deer and dryad, a little of a strange mix. His antlers form a ring over his head like a halo, but they have lots of cracks and fractures, and are also very uneven with different growth patterns, caused by his frequents deaths in Viniccius world. Some of Richarlyson body language reminds Forever of Davi, so he calls Richas Davi as a small joke.

[bobbybutterfly]

Kida Tanaka? More like Akita Tanaka!

Get it?! It’s because he’s an Akita Inu. Haha. My brother indoctrinated me into Seinfeld. Wait. You thought he was a wolf? Erm. Well I’m not very good at doing stripes so yeah. Whops. I could have also turned him into Kida Tanuki. Or a hybrid. Akita Tanuki.

It’s quite late now so this post isn’t going to be that long. I’ve been up since 3 am. One of my cats ate our dried flowers and started sounding like death itself. Don’t worry. He’s fine. I got to put the flowers somewhere where he can’t reach so this doesn’t repeat. At least I took the opportunity to finish up human Tanaka. I’m quite proud of this piece. It’s not anything breath taking. But I think it’s an important step. I just finished the furry one and couldn’t wait to post it. I’m also quite proud of that one. Even if he’s looking a bit green.

For some reason I’m beginning to obsess with this stick of a man. The magic of autism. Who needs LSD when you already find the most boring shit imaginable interesting as fuck? I really hope he becomes playable. I love the idea of bashing in people’s faces with his suitcase. I’ve got some game play ideas. Such as the suitcase dealing a decent amount of blunt damage I think it’s called. But it has a high chance of spilling all your papers on the floor, causing Tanaka to loose a turn because he has to collect everything. He also runs faster than everyone because he’s such a scaredy cat.

Story wise his ending would be that he goes back to Edo (Fear and Hunger’s version of Japan) and his dad asks him if he made the deal or not. Even though Tanaka desperately tries to explain to him that there was a literal Battle Royal happening in Prehevil his dad’s just like no deal, no love. So Tanaka murders his dad with the suitcase and goes on a rampage around Tokyo only being stopped by cops shooting him dead. The ending text being something like if only his dad wasn’t such a twat Tanaka would have made a great heir. Because even though there were supernatural monsters and brutal occult murders left and right he fought to the last minute to get to the meeting on time.

Lastly. I’m a huge Tanaka x Marcoh shipper. Marcoh needs someone to save and Tanaka needs saving. I got to write sometimes just a short story/ Tanaka character study that’s actually just an excuse to write smut of those two. Maybe when I’m done writing the first draft of the script for my Super Secret Project.

Bobby out!

[youreallyshouldtalkmore]

My Little Hybrid Family_Part 4

Twisted Wonderland Masterlist  

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It has been a month since your parent's accident, and you started making progress with Jamil and Kalim. Slowly you began to live again and venture out into the world. 

Today, the three of you went grocery shopping. Jamil was very meticulously in shopping for food while you pushed the basket and gave a comment here and there. You tried not to be so overly friendly as you would be at home, for it was frowned on for humans to be seen as such with hybrids. The first time you all went shopping, Kalim forgot himself and couldn’t help running around to bring things back to you. Jamil managed to stop him before he caused too much trouble and bring the managers. 

If in public, hybrids must always be accompanied by their owner. As much as you hated them, both of them wore their collar, a painted gold choker with a red gem in it. On the back was a unique ID number. Anyone could put that information into a computer and call up the owner’s information if they needed. 

Now Kalim tried to stay besides the two of you, occasionally pointing out things he thought they should buy. Once done, you all loaded the car and set off. Jamil sat in the back keeping a stern eye on the groceries, the eggs on his lap. Kalim chatted a mile a minute in the passenger seat. 

You were driving along fine when suddenly you slammed on the breaks, as a figure darted out in front of you. There was an alleyway you were passing. One minute he was there and the next he wasn’t. 

Jamil quick thinking rescued the eggs. 

“What’s going on?” Jamil growled, not having seen the figure as he was looking out the opposite window. 

“Someone just darted in front of the car!” you cried alarmed, “Are you guys alright?” 

“I'll live!” Jamil growled. 

“I’m fine! Are you?” Kalim asked giving you a once over and peering in the backseat at Jamil who waved him off. 

“Just a little startled.” you murmured. It took you a moment before you were able to continue to drive. 

“Stop!” Kalim cried suddenly. 

For the second time, you slammed breaks. Jamil had words for Kalim, but he wasn’t listening as he unbuckled his seat beat and darted out the door. 

“Really?” Jamil cried, getting out the car, minding the eggs before following Kalim. 

You pulled over and turned the car off before following. You weren’t sure where they went off to, but trusted this was for a good reason. 

You walked around until you heard Jamil called out, “Over here.” 

You followed his voice into another alley and found Kalim talking to a person slumped over. 

“What’s going on?!” you cried, running up to them. 

“He’s hurt. I saw him when he crossed our car suddenly. He’s a hybrid and he’s hurt.” Kalim stated. 

You got a little closer to see it was indeed a hybrid. He also had cat ears, but not like Kalim or Jamil. He was tanner than they were and had a much bigger build. He wore what looked to be a bit cowboy-ish. But his eyes, his green eyes, glared at you. 

He sniffed the air, “A human!” He glared at Kalim, “So you are one of those domesticated hybrids.” 

Jamil bristled but Kalim just grinned, “It’s really nice, actually. Our Mistress is amazing!” 

Kalim’s frank words embarrassed you a little. 

“I suggest if you don’t want to get tangled with the wrong crowd, you’ll leave.” 

“But you’re hurt!” Kalim cried. 

You noticed that he held his side, and it was bleeding. 

“Not the first time, kid.” 

“Why don’t you come with us and get cleaned up?” The words were out of your mouth before you could think about them. 

Kalim grinned at you and Jamil recoiled. You didn’t know anything about this hybrid. None of them did. Why were they here again? He glared at Kalim. He would miss the forest for the trees. Kalim was way too trusting. Didn’t he know how dangerous this world was? 

But what excuse did you have? 

Even Leona was looking at you like you lost it. Then he laughed once, wincing, “You must have bumped your head, human! I could slit your throat while you sleep.” 

“You could be put down for that, you know?” 

Leona grinned, “Not if they don’t catch me.” 

“True, but the way you are now, they’d catch you before you’d know what happening.” you crossed your arms, “In fact, you’d have to not be bleeding out in order to slit my throat in my sleep.” 

Kalim laughed and Jamil just held his head in his hand. What was even this conversation? Even Leona seemed to give a pause as his green eyes studied you. 

You added, a small grin breaking out, “Don’t worry! Come with us! We’ll have you fixed up in no time! If you are running from someone, you’d want to be in top shape to do so.” 

Leona’s gaze shifted back to Kalim. Why was he going along with this farce? He asked himself that all the way back to the car. Kalim was helping him. They ended up having to put him in the front seat, so he wouldn’t bleed over the groceries. 

Jamil had hissed at him in passing, “You try anything, and I'll finish the job.” 

Leona rolled his eyes. At least one of this party seemed to react with some common sense. So where was his? Where was his when he allowed himself to be carted back to your house?

Scratch that, was this practically a villa? 

He sniffed. So you were one of those rich kinds then.  Once they were inside the house, he eyed Kalim as he ran around collecting stuff to help him. Jamil ended up patching him. How much did you pay for these two? Most rich types had expensive tastes. What was it about these two that drew you? He snorted. You were the type he hated the most. The ones that thought they owned the world, when all of them came out of a mother’s womb with nothing but their cries. What made you think you were above anyone else? 

Leona sat glowering at you during dinner. He didn’t want to admit that the food was…good. In fact, he hadn’t eaten this good in a long time. Watch him faint in surprise that it was one of your hybrids that did the cooking. 

Jamil slammed his fork down the table, “If you don’t stop glaring at her….” 

“You gonna do what, little one?” Leona asked smoothly. 

“Stop fighting, you two!” you spoke up in between a bite. You knew that Leona spent most of this time glaring at everyone since setting foot in the door. You couldn’t miss his piercing gaze. 

Kalim seemed to the only one immune to it, “You need to take it easy, Leona! You’ll open up your wounds at this rate. Relax a little. Ha-ha!!” 

At the unexpected response, Leona looked slightly startled before shifting his glare to his food. 

In the days that followed, if you didn’t have piercing green eyes watching your every move, they were usually shut. As with Jamil and Kalim you let them help Leona pick a room on the same floor as them. If he wasn’t in his room asleep, you found that he commandeered the sunniest spot in the den, to stretch out. You would have laughed at how much of a cat he seemed to be. If he was awake, he looked like he was reevaluating his life choices with how much Kalim seemed to talk at him. Kalim seemed happy to have made a new friend, but you weren’t sure if Leona saw the situation quite the same way. 

Two weeks passed and Leona seemed to heal, but you didn’t know anything new about him since he arrived. But eventually that seemed to be the least of your problems. 

“Please do not tell me you are ditching dinner again?!” Jamil dared to growl as you came into the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry. Really!” you mumbled, running around the kitchen grabbing a banana. 

Jamil reached out to grab your elbow before you could rush out. “At least let my fix you something to take with you.” Without waiting for an answer, he rushed around packing some dinner in a container just as Leona wandered in with Kalim talking a mile a minute behind him. 

Usually, you were impressed with how much Leona seemed to tolerate Kalim’s talking. That being said, you have witness him falling asleep while Kalim was still talking. 

“Wah, are you going again, Mistress!!” Kalim cried, darting from behind Leona to latch onto you. 

You gave him a hug as you replied, “Unfortunately. I am now the face of the company. Even if I don’t run it, there has been a multitude of events that would have required my parents' presence. Since they…” 

Kalim squeeze a little as you trailed off and reached up to lean your head against his. You gave a grateful smile. 

“They could at least stop with the last minute things.” Jamil murmured. 

“It was sudden, my parents being gone. They are doing the best they can. I can manage.” You smiled. 

Leona had since taken a seat and had his chin in his hands. He gave a snort at your statement, making everyone look at him. “Have you seen a mirror lately?” 

It was obvious that circles were beginning to appear under your eyes, even as you ran around doing errands. At his words, you unconsciously reached up and rubbed your eyes, “I’m fine.” 

Leona rolled his eyes, “You haven’t been sleeping.” 

“There hasn’t been time.”

Kalim mused, peering down at your face, “I noticed that. You’ve come back extremely late almost all this week.”   

“Again, I’m…” 

“No one wants to hear it.” Jamil growled, walking over with your packed dinner, “You’ve barely been able to eat dinner this week either.” 

“A lot of our investors are overseas. So that clock gets all messed up.” You reached out to take the container, but Jamil held it away from you.  You glared at him, and reluctantly he handed you the container. Then you gave a smile, “Thank you for the packed dinner, Jamil. I’ll eat it on the way. It’s way better than their junk.”

At this, Jamil gave a light smile, just as a horn honked. You flew out of the room, Jamil and Kalim trailing after you to make sure you had everything. 

This continued for another week, beginning to drive your hybrids mad. Even Kalim had begged you to take a moment and stop, but you didn’t. There were a whole host of meeting and side events you needed to attend, all exacerbated by your parents' death.  Even when you were home, you were busy attending some virtual meetings or looking over papers. 

“Y/N, it’s almost 1 o’clock in the morning!! Why are you not in bed?! You promised us you’d sleep tonight!!” Kalim whined as he and Jamil walked into your office. It was obvious you hadn’t seen a bed, much less attempted to sleep. And it was serious if Kalim decided to resort to your name rather than their proclaimed Mistress. 

“Gotta finish this!!” you murmured, typing furiously, even if the letters swam. They didn’t have to know that. You blinked furiously. 

However, that didn’t seem to escape Jamil’s notice, “You can’t even see the screen, hardly.” 

Ahh, you messed up that line. Backspace that and…. 

Kalim practically waved his arms around, “If you keep going like this, you’ll crash!” 

You snapped, “My parents worked hard for this company. I will see it keep going even if it kills me!” 

Even if it was just a saying, it froze both hybrids. They had been there when you seemed to have lost yourself. Was this another way you were losing yourself? Suddenly a great wind seem to whip by both of them. 

“WHAT THE…..!!” You screeched as your chair as spun around, and you were bodily picked up. It took a moment to realized you were thrown over Leona’s shoulder like a sack of potatoes. 

“What is wrong with you?! Leona!! Put me down!!” you banged on his back. 

Kalim started to say something, but Jamil recovered and stepped in front of him, shaking his head. Then Jamil walked over and made sure that everything was saved before shutting down the computer. 

Kalim peeked out the door as Leona walked down the hall with you yelling. Then he looked at Jamil, “Are you sure this is okay?” 

Jamil shrugged, “What is she gonna do? Throw us out?” 

“She might throw him out.” 

Jamil rolled his eyes, “If we get thrown out, it won’t be over something so petty. Now let’s go to bed. Let Leona contribute something to this house and see if he can do anything. It’s obvious she hasn’t heard us in these weeks.” 

“I guess…..” 

Leona kicked the door to your room open before stepping in and kicking it close. You had given up and had laid quietly on his shoulder. 

But oh, how you seethed. 

When he finally practically threw you in the middle of your bed, you glared up at him. 

“Go to sleep.” he snapped. 

You didn’t say anything but went to get up, but Leona reached out and stopped you. 

“Let go of me!” you snapped. 

“Stop it herbivore!! You need to sleep. You are practically dead on your feet.” 

“I’m not gonna have this conversation with you! This is my house! I’ll do what I want!” 

Leona reached out and flicked your forehead, making you yelp and slap a hand over it, “Stop being stuck on stupid! And stop trying to sound intimidating like you are going to do something. You barely have the strength to stand!” 

“Wanna bet!” 

Leona blinked before he let you go, straightening. Then he smirked down at you, “Okay. Walk back to your office, on the other side of the house, I might add. Do that, without any aid of the wall and I might, might let it go.” 

You snorted, “What’s this to you, whether I’m sleep or not?” 

Leona gave a long suffering sigh, before gesturing to the door. You gave a heavy snort before scooting to the edge of the bed. Then you went to sit up fully, and it was all you do not to keel over as a sense of vertigo hit you. 

You blinked. Hard. 

Why did your limbs feel so heavy?

You weren’t sure how long it was you sat there, legs not even dangling over the edge, as you hadn’t gotten that far before you heard Leona’s voice, “Have you gained a sense of reality yet?” 

You would have been annoyed by his attitude, but that required energy. You suddenly found yourself being guided to lay down, and the covers pulled out from under you. You blinked to see Leona laying next to you over the covers, arm around your waist. 

“Shut up and sleep, herbivore.” 

Of all the outcomes Jamil expected to see the next morning, seeing Leona sleeping next to you, holding you like a plushie was not one. 

It was Kalim’s turn to hush him as he cooed with a huge smile, “So cute, isn’t it?” 

Jamil held his head. 

In the days that followed, you would frequently get picked up during random times of the day for a nap. At first, you would literally be bodily picked up by Leona, never winning in strength or word games with him. But after a few days, when Leona showed up at the door, staring at you steely, you had a five-minute grace period before he acted, you just learned to just get up yourself.  But you didn’t and couldn’t admit that getting your sleep and naps throughout the day was beneficial. Like Leona needed to reason to nap, but you almost didn’t mind that he’d taken to using you as a plushie. It was very comforting to you. 

And so about a month and a half passed and for once you were eating dinner at home with your hybrids at the appropriate time. 

“So, Leona…are you officially staying with us?” you asked out of the blue. 

Jamil and Kalim looked at Leona, who took a bite of food. There was a long silence as dinner passed. 

Finally, Leona answered, “Clearly you need to learn to take more naps.” 

“Are you going to be my teacher?” you teased. 

“Depends on how fast you can learn.” deadpanned Leona, “I don’t have all day nor all night.” 

“And if I learn fast?” you pressed. 

Leona just stared at you. 

You stared back. 

Finally….

 “You have an optimal situation in your den.” 

You exchanged smiles with Kalim and Jamil.  

Part 5

[billyharringson]

AO3 FIRST LINES

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics posted to AO3 (Sort by date posted.) If you have less than 10 fics posted, post what you have!

Thank you @weird-an for tagging me! I loved this one.

Going from my 10th most recent to the most most recent:

'Billy loved lazy mornings, he'd never had them growing up, always needing to be up and out of bed before Neil had a chance to berate him for it.' - Lazy Mornings

'"Eddie?" Steve directed his question to the sky, couldn't be bothered to turn his head to look at the boy lying next to him.' - Baby, Let Me In

'Billy couldn't remember the last time he’d actually come into contact with another person, be they human or hybrid like him.' - A blue eyed cat and a brown eyed boy

'Eddie had never had much time for Succubae, thankfully his town was large enough that he could mostly get by without bumping into any of them.' - It means 'to lie beneath'

'When Billy had asked Steve if he would ever be willing to tie him up, his face hidden in the crook of his boyfriend’s neck in an attempt to hide his blush, he had figured that maybe Steve would handcuff him at the most. He hadn’t expected this.' - Bound tight with your love

'Chrissy had never been all that interested in sex, well that wasn’t entirely true, she’d been told that she shouldn’t be all that interested in sex.' - So much for being a good girl

'Of course, the one day that Eddie actually went to gym class that year would also be the day that he forgot his wallet in the locker room afterwards.' - Playing Nicely

'Billy squirmed uncomfortably in his chair for perhaps the 10th time since he'd sat down, trying to find some kind of position that didn't press his jeans too hard against the insides of his thighs.' - Harringrove Week 2023 - Hidden Bites

'Steve discovered that Billy was ticklish by accident, watching Billy flinch as he brushed the tips of his fingers against the side of his neck, or if his breath puffed too lightly over his ear.' - Feather-light touches

“I…” - Love in the backseat

I'm tagging: @bigdumbbambieyes, @midnightmare-fics, @dragonflylady77 and anyone else you would like to take part.

[pinkykats-place]

BakuDeku SFW hybrid au

AO3 Fanfic Recommendations

Disclaimers!

None of the stories linked below are mine.

Fluff/SFW stories, pls still read tags.

Credit to @minggchoww for the fan art.

Note: If you read any of these and like them please kudos and comment! Let the authors know their work is appreciated!

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blame it all on human nature by starryroyalty

Summary: Katsuki's interest keeps getting piqued by the pretty green cat that consistently sits at the same table every single time he enters the café, and he really, really, wants to get to know him better.

Wolf Baku x Cat Deku

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Beyond the Fence by AnathemaAuthoress

Summary: Domesticated dog hybrid Izuku has lived happily with his master without ever questioning the world beyond his fence, but when he meets a wild raccoon named Katsuki, he finds he wants to hear all about it.

Dog Deku x Raccoon Baku

One Shot | No Quirks AU

The Wolf and The Bunnies by Mikacrispy

Summary: Every day after leaving class, Katsuki passes by a playground and sees an omega bunny playing around with his son. The wolf can't help but fall in love with both of them.

Wolf Baku x Bunny Deku

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Oh Deer! by Arsonxk

Summary: His mother always warned him that his bleeding heart would get him in trouble. Izuku just didn't plan on it being in the form of a blonde mountain lion…

Deer Deku X Mountain Lion Baku

One Shot | No Quirks au

Sheep in Wolf's Clothing I by Mikacrispy

Summary: Ram hybrid Midoriya Izuku, tired of being overlooked at his work for being a prey hybrid, decides to take on boxing classes to become more assertive and carnivore-like. There he meets the handsome and grumpy wolf hybrid instructor who loves to bully him.

Ram Deku x Wolf Baku

One Shot | Part 1 of a Two Part Series

Lady And The Tramp by jaegerackereri

Summary: Work inspired by Lady And The Tramp (1955) where Izuku is Lady and Katsuki is Tramp.

Dog Deku x Wolf-Dog Baku

Mature Themes | No Explicit Scenes

One Shot | No Quirks au

The Dragon King by qween_bee

Summary: After old King Yagi's passing, the kingdom of Musutafu was left to dragon hybrid Bakugou Katsuki. However, without the soft presence of his soulmate to keep him kind, the alpha's aggression went unchecked. They say it's not about the destination but rather the journey, but in this case, both have their merits.

Dragon Hybrids

Alpha Baku x Omega Deku

One Shot | Fantasy au

Say My Name Nerd by DemonyteKav

Summary: “Hey Mido! I got a question for ya.” The blonde cheetah hybrid tells him during a lull between games.

Izuku smiles. “What’s up?”

“How come you never called Bakubro over here by his last name?”

“What do you mean?” Izuku asks flushing a little and glancing at the blonde wolf before looking back at Kaminari.

Kaminari scratches his nose and grins a little. “Well dude, you knew him for what? A couple days and were already calling him ‘Kacchan’ so I was just curious is all. I mean, he doesn’t even let us call him by his first name often.”

The wolf looks every bit like the predator he is. Tail wagging lazily behind him pleased to have his prey right where he wants him. “Yeah nerd, why don’t you call me by my last name?”

“You know why Kacchan.” The sheep pouts crossing his arms over his chest.

Wolf Baku x Sheep Deku

One Shot | No Quirks | College AU

Wolf Gym by Oh_Taco

Summary: After facing discrimination by humans, hybrid rabbit and personal trainer Izuku Midoriya looks for a job at a hybrid gym. The only one he finds is run by three wolf hybrids -- and one of them looks like he wants to eat Izuku for lunch!

Incomplete | 16/? Chapters

Last Updated 2022

Just Beyond the Door by Askora

Summary: Bakugo never got along with people all that well. Or rather, people wouldn’t be able to look past his harsh overtones to realize that he wasn’t actually as bad as a guy as they thought. Specifically, his annoying ass neighbors that would constantly complain to the landlord or try to get police to do something about him.

So in order to play “nice guy”, the idiots suggested he put a candy bowl outside his apartment door.

Apparently said candy bowl attracted the attention of someone Bakugo found was absolutely meant for him. And said soulmate was far more in reach than the blond thought he was.

Pro Hero Baku x Quirkless Deku

Omega Deer Deku x Alpha Wolf Baku

Incomplete | 7/? Chapters

Last Updated Dec. 2023