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milkmaid.
Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!Reader (ft. Puppyboy!Yuji)
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Bitch, I’m a cow 🐮
A/N: This lil fic is for the Paws and Claws Collab by @katslutski​! Thanks for letting me participate! Also sorry for making it stupidly long 😳😩
NOTICE: Yes, Yuji is in the story, but only as an additional character. Nothing sexual involving him.
Word Count: 4.1 K
TW/CW: power imbalance relationship (owner x pet), chubby!reader, cowgirl!reader, heat cycle/going into heat, reader has large breasts (duh lol), lactation, milking, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie
PART 2 Wolf!Toji x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader & Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader
PART 3
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Life, you had decided, was just not fair.
It was the ass crack of dawn and, just like every other day before, you were fumbling around in your cozy cabin half asleep, trying to get prepared to receive your assigned duties for the day. “Why couldn’t I have been born a puppy girl?” Your ears fluttered as you mutter grumpily, “all they ever have to do is lay around, be cute and get pet.” The bitterness in your tone was almost enough to leave a bad taste in your mouth. “I’d be just a little dumber, but it’d be worth it!”
For about a year, you had been a milkmaid at a very small farm out in the countyside of Japan. Your master, a man named Kento Nanami, was serious with a strict daily schedule. He expected everything to be done before or by 5, otherwise he got rather cranky. So sometimes that required working as soon as the sky started to light up.
He made the decision to bring you onto his farm because hybrids with the bovine genus naturally were able to get along with and communicate with cows. With that trait alone he considered you a valuable asset in his business, especially when considering efficiency.
He had high expectations of you and living up to them was exhausting. Because what good was a cowgirl who couldn’t work properly? You constantly feared disappointing him more than anything because you didn’t want him to get rid of you. Despite distant personality and rigid work expectancies, your master made sure you lived in general comfort and treated you kindly and with respect, something not to be taken for granted as a cowgirl.
Your kind of hybrid was not very valued unless it was for labor and it made you upset if you thought on it too long. The disparage was apparent even at the hybrid facility, a glorified kennel of sorts, that you came from. Not only were the “cute” hybrids chosen over ones like yourself, but their treatment was also inherently better by the handlers there, too.
You were grateful to be out of that place, of course you were, but this wasn’t the kind of life you wanted. You wanted to be spoiled and pampered like the other hybrid girls you would see when you went into town with your master. They would always have the cutest clothes and accessories while you would be in dingy work attire. They always looked “head empty, no thoughts” kind of happy and you wanted that for yourself.
But that was just how things were so it was best not to dwell on it longer than necessary.
As you finished your morning routine and slipped your clothes on-- pair of basic blue jeans and a pink button up flannel-- you couldn’t help but notice that the shirt that used to fit perfectly just a few days ago was now practically a crop top, exposing your soft belly, and you could barely button your shirt up because of how swelled your breasts were. It looked like it was a little past time for your own milking.
With how exhausted you were by the time the work day was over, you had been neglecting to relief yourself of the excess milk building up lately. It was just so tedious a task that you always ended up putting it off. It didn’t help that the breast pump that you had been provided didn’t have a very strong suction so you’d end up just having to use your hands.
“Don’t have time for this!” you growled, forcing the last button closed to hide your engorged chest. “There! Hah!” you laughed triumphantly, finally heading out the door to find out your duties.
When you got to the usual rendezvous point in front of the barn, you saw Kento there, but there was someone standing next to him that you hadn’t seen before. It looked to be a young man with spiky pink hair sticking out on top of his head...and two floppy pink ears.
Your tail swished apprehensively behind you as you approached the two. “Good morning...” you said, carefully eyeing the puppy boy who looked to be barely awake on his feet.
“Good morning.” Kento replied, raising his eyebrow at your choice of attire for the day. “Did you sleep well?”
You nodded enthusiastically, causing your breasts to jiggle obscenely. “Yes sir!”
“Very good. I’d like to introduce you to Yujj, he was our neighbor’s hybrid. Sadly, that neighbor recently passed and apparently I was in his will to take Yuji under my care should anything happen to him.” he began, “starting this week, he’ll begin to work with us and will eventually be taking over your usual duties. So if you wouldn’t mind having him follow you around to get an idea of his new obligations, that would be very helpful.” He conked the drowsy boy on top of the head, startling him awake. “Don’t be rude, Yuji.”
“Wha-huh!? I’m awake!!” the pup gasped, standing stiff as a board all of a sudden. When he saw you, his tail began to wag with vigor. “It’s very nice to meet you! Please take care of me!” He said, bowing respectfully.
You couldn’t think straight. Did he say that this little nitwit was going to be replacing you?! At that moment all you could see was red. This brat was a threat to your lively hood. “N-nice to meet you.” you said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile to your round face as your foot was digging into the ground and your chest was visibly heaving with stress.
Your heavy breathing caused the buttons that were hanging on for dear life at your cleavage to finally pop open and go flying. “I’ll get it!” an ever eager Yuji exclaimed, running after the shiny silver circles. You quickly grabbed the fabric of your shirt together as you watched his wagging tail in disdain.
Kento noticed how tense you were and came over to pat you on the head, scratching gently around your nubby horns. “I know this is a sudden change. Thank you for being patient.” He said, giving you a soft smile that made your heart melt. “Once you take care of your, ahem, wardrobe malfunction we’ll get started.”
“Pets?” an annoying voice piped up beside you. The pink haired numbskull had abandoned his self assigned task and made his way back over when he saw your head being rubbed. “Me too!” He lifted Nanami’s other hand and put it on his head, grinning.
This was definitely going to be a problem.
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It had been almost a month since Yuji had been introduced to the farm and while you still found him insufferable for the most part, he had begun to grow on you some.
Although he was a goddamn idiot, he had an endearing personality that was hard not to like.
During the first few weeks, his hyperactivity combined with his curious nature made him an absolute disaster. He couldn’t stay focused to save his life. You honestly weren’t even sure why Kento wanted him to follow you around, the boy clearly wasn’t meant for this kind of work. He agitated the cattle, was far too excitable around the sheep and forget about the chickens.
Not to mention his lack of the understanding of personal space. He was always hovering right beside you and sometimes just couldn’t control himself and would grab you up in arms and squeeze, nuzzling and licking your face. “So squishy~~” he would always say when he harassed you.
However, as the weeks passed and the novelty of being on the farm slowly wore off for the pup, he finally began to pick up on how things were ran. You noticed he was perfect for labor intensive tasks like carrying bags of feed, pushing wheelbarrows full of dung and so on. If the pup was as strong as he was stupid, then you understood why Kento wanted his help.
It was going on the 5th week since Yuji had been worked into your routine and if you were tired after working before, you were completely DRAINED these days. It was like he was an all consuming ball of sunshine that sapped your energy the longer you were around him. Getting out of bed was proving to be more and more of a challenge when you knew you had to face that playful menace.
And really, what was the point anyways? Kento said so himself, the pup would be taking over your duties soon. If he was going to be replacing what you did, then you knew your time left here was limited. Whenever the reality of your situation hit you, you just wanted to curl up and die. It looked like no amount of hardworking was good enough to keep a replaceable cowgirl like yourself around. If you were lucky, you’d end up back at the hybrid facility you came from. Otherwise, you might end up at some labor camp or even worse some creepy milking farm. Either way things were looking pretty grim for you.
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Despite your growing despondence, you still got on with your routine and today was no different. You made your way to the barn meeting spot only to find that you were alone, which was extremely out of the ordinary. Your master was never late. NEVER. He was always there before you so something drastic must have happened to hinder him. ‘Bet that bonehead pup got his head stuck in the stairway railing or something’ you thought bitterly as you kicked at the dirt.
You ended up standing around for almost 10 more minutes, your concern growing with each passing minute. You were about to go to Kento’s home and see just what exactly was going on, but before you could even head that way you saw the blonde man heading your way. As he drew closer, your nose began to twitch, catching the drift of a familiar, enticing scent.
“Sorry about the disruption in schedule.” he apologized as he made his way in front of you, bringing the dizzying smell that clung to him even closer. “It would seem Yuji unexpectedly went into a rut this morning.” he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “His first one,” he emphasized.
You gave a slight smirk at the mention of ‘first one’. A hybrid's first heat or rut was always the lousiest. It felt like having a terrible cold-- body aches, fever, the chills, you name it! ‘Hmph! Serves that mongrel right’ you thought smugly, bringing a hand to your head. “Huh..” you sighed, feeling weak in the knees all of a sudden.
Nanami noticed your sudden unbalanced state and grabbed hold of you before you could fall over. “Don't tell me--”
You nodded your head a bit, already knowing where he was going. “Y-yeah. I smell his pheromones on you...” you panted. Your face was beginning to become flushed and hot and you could feel your breasts and nipples begin to ache, not to mention a sudden throbbing in your crotch.
“Let’s get you back to the cabin.” Nanami decided, helping keep you on your feet so he could escort you back home.
You took a steadying breath and snatched away from him. “No, I’m fine. I can work.” Your voice was quivering as you spoke. “What are my assignments so I can get started?” You couldn’t let this slow you down. Not when your home life was on the line. You could prove just how worthy you were if your master would let you!
“Your assignment is to rest.” he replied with a stern tone.
“But, sir! M-my chores, I—“
“No buts. You could hurt yourself working like this.” He wrapped a strong arm around your waist and began to walk you in the direction of your home.
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When the two of you stumbled back to your cabin, Kento helped you to lie down in bed. The short trek had progressed your heat even further because of the pup’s lingering rut scent on Nanami being ridiculously strong.
How typical. The boy was made up of nothing but extremes: extreme stupidity, extreme strength and now he could add extremely potent scent glands to that list.
“Is there anything I can get you?” Nanami asked gently, cupping the side of your sweat glossed face. He had never actually been around you when you went into heat. He was informed about your cycle and other health information before he brought you here, so he had been careful to schedule the usual agenda around your estrous cycle so you would have plenty of time to yourself during those periods.
You whimpered softly and nuzzled into his touch. “Please stay with me, sir...” you huffed. You looked up at him with those heavy lidded blown out eyes and he swallowed hard. How could he possibly say no?
He exhaled through his nostrils and shook his head a bit, trying to shake the spell you were putting him under with your precious gaze. “I think I should give you some privacy.” He began to pull away from you and you held onto his hand.
“Please...” You weakly pulled him back and nuzzled the hand you held, craving more of his touch and affection. Going into heat alone had always been hard, but at least you had time to prepare for them. Plus, the symptoms always came slowly. This unprecedented heat was unlike anything you’d dealt with before. It was hitting you so hard and fast you could barely think straight.
“I need you, master…please he-help me…”
It was inappropriate, but you didn’t care, not anymore at least. The need to be filled drowned out any rational thinking. Anyways, you were going to be gone soon enough so what harm was it really?
Nanami looked down at you, watching the cute way you cuddled his hand. He carefully moved his hand and caressed your cheek before tilting your head up so he could look into your eyes. “Do you even know what you’re asking for sweetheart?”
“P-please..” you mewled, pulling at your suffocating clothing. “I can’t...‘s too much..”   
“You poor thing...” Kento sat down beside you on the bed, letting his thumb trace your pouty lips. “Is this what you have to endure every month all by yourself? You couldn’t even keep yourself up right on your own on the short walk here, how have you been managing this all alone?” His voice was heavy with guilt as he watched you writhe. 
Clearly he’d been ignorant to his negligence of your care in these sorts of matters. What a fool he’d been. He’d been allowing his precious pet to suffer for far too long.
Kicking off his work boots, he moved so he was between your legs. “Let’s get these off of you.” He said, helping you out of your stuffy clothes. When he slipped your shirt off you moaned softly at the feeling of cool air hitting your exposed breasts.  Kento winced a bit at how swollen and firm your chest looked as he gently sat you up so he could move behind you. “No wonder your shirts have been so tight lately.”
“Master..? Mm-mmmh!” Your head fell back against his shoulder as he began to massage your sore breasts.
“Shh. Let me take care of you, sweet girl.” He mumbled against your forehead, kissing there softly as he continued to smooth his rough, work callused hands over your aching tits. “Letting yourself get this badly backed up..I need to keep a better eye on you, don’t I?” he questioned.
You felt tears clumping up on your lashes as he continued to rub and squeeze, forcing more and more milk from your heavy breasts. The relief was orgasmic. Your already sopping cunt gushed a little extra slick every time he squeezed your leaking mounds. “It doesn’t hurt does it?” He asked, beginning to tease your nipples with light flicks and pinches. You shook your head quickly at his question, nuzzling against his neck.
“N-no, sir…”
“Good. The last thing I want is to hurt my precious little cow.” Kento chuckled, bringing a wet finger to his mouth to suck the sweet milk off. He continued his ministrations until he worked all the firmness from your tits, leaving them soft and doughy as they should be. When he was satisfied with that, he eased you forward so your ass was in the air, with your tail sticking straight up.
“Just look at you…” He licked his lips while admiring the roundness of your ass, giving it a firm slap to watch it jiggle along with the meaty thickness of your thighs before spreading your puffy pussy lips apart.
“O-Ohh-! Mmmhn…” He watched you shudder as your hole drooled a continuous stream of wetness as he held your lips apart. “Please…m-master, pleaseee..!” You cried, clenching your entrance desperately around nothing. You grabbed the ruined sheets tightly, panting heavily. “N-need you, si-sir…”
His dick throbbed at the erotic scene and you soon heard the sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper. You wiggled your ass eagerly as you waited and reached back, spreading your ass cheeks apart to give your owner an even better view. “Here..I’ll h-help, see..?” you whimpered.
Nanami couldn’t help but chuckle at your actions. Your helpful nature came through even when you were about to be fucked?
Absolutely precious.
“Thank you, sweet calf.” He cooed, gently moving your hands back to your sides, replacing them with his own larger ones. “But let master take care of everything.” He whispered, plunging deeply into your juicy pussy with an obscene squelch.
“Oh. Oh, fuck—” Nanami groaned deeply, pausing once his cock was buried completely in your hot core. Had he not steeled himself when he felt how tight you were around him, he would have came immediately. He wasn’t sure if it was because he hadn’t had sex in so long, but your pussy felt heavenly. The second he regained his composure, he gripped the round globes of your ass and eased back out until only the tip of his cock was in you. “God, you look so good around me, sweetheart…” he moaned before slamming your ass back against his pelvis, letting your greedy pussy swallow him again. “…And you take me so well.” he growled, suddenly hastening his thrusts, filling the cabin with the wet sounds of your sloppy pussy being filled.
You cried out when you felt Nanami bottom out into you. You couldn’t see his cock before he put it in, but you felt every throbbing inch of him when he rubbed against your walls. He was much bigger than you would’ve imagined him to be, but it was no real surprise. Your master was an amazing man so of course he would have an amazing dick.
Loud moans of “mastermastermaster” was the only semi-coherent thing that fell from your mouth as he pushed his cock into your convulsing pussy. Your brain was mush, you couldn’t think about anything but how deeply your master was fucking into you. It got even worse when he finally thrust into your sweet spot. Your animalistic nature truly came out then. Instead of letting Kento have all the control, you began to slam your hips back to meet his thrusts, angling your hips so his tip would continue to prod your g-spot.
“Cum! Cum! Cum!” you screamed mindlessly as you felt tight pressure building up inside you. You slammed your hips back particularly hard and got Nanami on his back so you were now riding him. “Wan’ cum! Wan’ cum!” you moaned, shamelessly slapping your pussy down to the base of his cock with each drop of your heavy hips. 
“That’s right, sweetie. Mmnh..cum for me.” Nanami panted hotly, allowing you to take the lead. The sooner you came, the better. 
While he was pounding into you, he caught a glimpse of the time on his wrist watch. Although he was thoroughly enjoying pleasing you, he was burning a lot more daylight than he initially thought he would. He still had a very long work day ahead, considering two people’s chores had to be taken care of. He was definitely going to be working past 5 today.
“Come on, little calf. Be good and cum on on my cock” he groaned with an encouraging slap on your ass. “Fuck, hurry..” he growled lowly to himself, feeling his own release getting closer.
“Aaahh! M-master! Cu-cu-cumming!” You pressed your hips down hard and arched your back as you came, gushing around Nanami’s dick with a pleased squeal. 
Nanami’s cock throbbed dangerously in your spasming cunt as you came, drenching him down to the balls with warm slick. “Shit, shit..!” his head fell back as he moaned deep and low. “I’m going to--mmh--to cum. Get off, y/n” he huffed, beginning to lift your hips up so he could finish on your ass. 
Your spotted ears fluttered excitedly when you heard he was close. “C-cum? Master cum?” You gasped, suddenly forcing your hips back down. You looked back at him with a love drunk grin and if he didn’t know any better he would’ve sworn he saw literal hearts in your eyes. “H-hey don’t--!” He gripped your hips harshly making another attempt to remove you from his weeping dick, but you grabbed his wrists, forcing him to keep his hands there as you wilfully gripped your slicked walls around him with every intention to milk his cock dry as you began bouncing your hips again. 
The poor farmer didn’t stand a chance against your clenching cunt.
“Y/N! FUCK!!” he groaned loudly as his hips involuntarily bucked up, pushing his cock even deeper into your pussy’s grasp. His body went stiff as he emptied his balls into your throbbing snatch. 
You moaned happily when you felt your pussy overflowing with thick white ropes of cum. You made sure to continue bouncing your hips until you didn’t feel your master’s cock throbbing anymore. You had to be sure you milked him of every drop you could.
“Mm-mmhh…” with a dopey satisfied grin, you slowly leaned forward, stretching your body on the mattress until just your ass was sticking in the air. “Master...master came in me…” you choked out, shuddering when you felt his load begin to leak out.
“You treacherous little heifer..” Nanami grumbled, begrudgingly enjoying the view of your spent pussy dripping with his cum.
As you began to doze off, recovering from your intense orgasm, he got up to redress himself. As much as he would’ve liked to entertain the idea of spending all day fucking you, he had plenty else that needed to be tended to.
Once he was dressed, he made sure to clean you up as best he could. He didn’t have time to change the drenched sheets, but he did at least cover your bare body with a clean spare comforter he had stocked in the cabin.
“Sir..?” you lazily reached up for him while he was tucking you in.
Nanami glanced at his watch with a soft sigh and bent down so you could hold on to him. “I can’t stay any longer. Get some re--”
“Please don’ get rid of me..” you whined, nuzzling against him. “Imma good cow, please don’..” It seemed that you were still feeling gutsy from your fucked out stupor. “Don’ replace me..”
“What?” Nanami rubbed your head reassuringly as you clung to him. “Who said anything about replacing you?” He chuckled and pulled away so he could look at you. “Is this about Yuji taking your chores?” 
You nodded sadly. “Uh huh..”
Kento shook his head. “Don’t worry sweet girl, you aren’t going anywhere. Just going to be making some changes.”
“Then how come…?”
“I notice how sluggishly you are working and how miserable you look at the end of the day.” He suddenly admitted. “He’s a little over eager, but the boy actually enjoys farming. Makes more sense for him to help me out.”
You quieted down and sunk your head into a pillow. You hadn’t realized you made it so obvious you hated your chores. “Jus’ wanna be good for you…”
He put his forehead against yours, a soft smile coming to his face from your cute charm. He pulled away and cupped your face, rubbing his thumbs over your soft cheeks. “How are you gonna be good for me then?” His smile recast into a suggestive smirk. “Do you just want to be master’s little plaything? Hm?”
With a sleepy nod, you gave him a couple of happy moos and he chuckled, giving you a soft kiss between your horns.
“I really have to go, sweet girl. Rest. We’ll talk more on this later.” He said before heading toward the door.
You watched the door shut behind him and relaxed with a content smile, finally nodding off.
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dabi/todoroki touya x puppygirl!reader
synopsis: dabi reluctantly takes in a stray puppygirl on an especially rainy day and gets a lot more attached than he’d ever be willing to admit
tw: nsfw 18+, fluff and smut, puppygirl reader!!, dumbification, creampie, mention of overstimulation, pretty heavy degradation bc dabi’s an asshole but he comes around i promise </3
wc: 1.9k
a/n: this is my contribution to @katslutski ‘s paws and claws collab!! i love this event so much and i love kat even more so be sure to check out all the other talented writers (or even join it yourself)!! now please enjoy dabi and his cute lil pup on a very stormy day!!
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dabi’s life is a bitter, miserable mess, so of course it started to rain while he was walking home, black hair sticking to his forehead and his clothes clinging uncomfortably to his body. not to mention his head was fucking pounding, he was eons past being sleep deprived, and he was starving. everything that could have gone wrong today did, but his entire life has been one giant string of bad luck, so it’s not even surprising anymore.
he trudged down the flooding back alley of his shitty apartment, making his way to the old rusted door that led into the place. his fingers grasped the knob but paused there momentarily, his ears picking up on a few quiet whimpers from further down the narrow back street. his eyes rested on your pitiful form for only a few seconds, his pupils tracing over your wet clothing and drooping ears. just some dumb, mutt-hybrid who’d either gotten lost or didn’t have a home to begin with. poor thing, it’s a pity that dabi couldn’t care less, opening the door and pulling it shut behind him.
why should he give a fuck about you? he has enough of his own problems. or at least that’s what he’s trying to convince himself of while he showers and changes into dry clothes. he shouldn’t still be thinking about the adorable little puppygirl shivering outside his apartment, but he is, and it’s really starting to irritate him. after throwing a loose t-shirt over his head he finally caves to the almost insignificant shred of morals he has left, and grabs his rain jacket.
he’s not sure who the fuck is out here scooping you up and carrying you inside, cause dabi’s certain that he’d never be capable of this kind of compassion. and yet here he is, ushering you into his apartment as you give him a wary look. you’re grateful to be out of the rain but it’s not like dabi has the most inviting appearance for a frightened pup like you.
“god, you’re a filthy fucking thing,” he spits out as the two of you walk inside, your limbs a little shaky from being frozen to your core by the rain.
you simply look at him with big eyes, a silent confirmation that you’ve been out on the streets for quite some time. maybe that’s why he felt a shred of empathy for you, because he too spent an unfair amount of time being cold and alone without a place to call his own. maybe despite how miserable he was and how much he resented the world, he hated to see you in a situation that struck him with nostalgia.
“stay right there, yeah?” he pointed to the rectangular doormat, “don’t need you tracking fucking mud all over my carpet”.
he disappeared into a back room, your heart rate quickening when he didn’t come back right away. he’d saved you and he seemed nice, he wasn’t just gonna leave you here was he? would he be mad if you came looking for him?
you found your feet scurrying across the floor, tracking mud through the house and all the way back to the bathroom where you finally found him digging through a cabinet of old towels.
of course he instantly raised his voice at you, calling you a dumb fucking mutt who never learned how to listen. but you didn’t mean to make him so upset, you were just worried!
unexpectedly, your disheartened expression caused a small pang in his chest, his voice lowering as he suggested a solution.
“alright, well you’re already in the bathroom now. why don’t you just clean yourself up, then we won’t have to worry about the mud,” he let out a frustrated sigh, “soaps are right there and i’ll set the towels here, i’m sure you can figure it out”.
he was about to leave you to it, but then he saw you cluelessly paw at the shower handle with a pitifully confused expression scribbled across your face. fuck.
“really can’t do anything for yourself, can you? stupid dog”.
in a lapse of his typical judgement he turned on the water and helped you into the tub, reluctantly removing your dirty clothes and tossing them into his overflowing hamper. he didn’t particularly enjoy the way his stomach swirled as he squirted some body wash onto a washcloth — a pair of the cutest fluffy ears and a pair of the most perfectly round tits staring him right in the eyes. he didn’t realize it until his hands were scrubbing soap into your skin, but you were a pretty little thing.
he took extra care when he cleaned your chest, feeling your nipples through the rag and trying to ignore the way his pants felt like they were getting tighter. he nearly lost his mind when he began scrubbing behind your ears, soft noises of contentment sliding out of your mouth. those little sighs and cute whimpers were almost as pretty as you — he could barely even think straight anymore.
it’s a good thing he’s got a ton of self control, right? it’s a good thing he’s not fantasizing about absolutely obliterating you with his cock — good thing he’s not thinking about that because he would nev—
— and now you’re bent over his bed, cute little cunt stuffed full with his girth. he certainly didn’t expect to end up here, but this entire night had been one surprise after another. how he went from reluctantly bringing you into his home to slamming his hips into yours was a mystery — but your tight cunt felt so good wrapped around his cock that he didn’t care about how he got from point A to point B.
he was gonna make you absolutely gush around his cock, several orgasms of cum leaking from between your legs as you drooled all over his sheets. you were a goddamn dumbass when he met you earlier tonight, and after fucking you like this? he’d be surprised if you’d even remember how to eat, drink, and breathe on your own.
stupid little puppy-slut, feels so fucking good
never had someone treat you so fucking well before, have you? i didn’t think so.
and this is exactly how you’re gonna pay your rent, mutt, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?
get to stay here, warm and out of the rain, and all you have to do is spread your fuckin’ legs for me.
he was saying a lot of words that you didn’t quite understand, too happy and dumb and overstimulated to formulate any kind of response. and the raspiness of his voice just made you even easier to please, another wave of fluids gushing around his cock and spilling down your thighs.
after that, dabi decided it was enough, and now it was his turn. he pressed deep into your pussy, a warm pressure building up inside of you as your insides became coated in his cum. and then he fucked it into you with a brand new intensity, your eyes crossing and your tongue practically lolling out of your mouth.
but,
dabi’s compassion only goes so far, and it’s already gone way further than he ever intended it to go tonight. he let you inside his apartment, helped give you a bath, made you cum like four fucking times, and he even cleaned up the mess that resulted between your legs. so he’s sure that you can handle sleeping on the floor on the blanket he laid out for you.
and you’re more than grateful to have a warm place to sleep, but even after only spending a few hours with the grumpy man, you find yourself attached to your savior. you wanna snuggle your head into his chest and give him warm kisses to show him how much you appreciate everything he’s done for you. but, he said some more mean words and pointed at the floor like it was the only place you belonged, so that’s where you curled up for the night, tail tucked between your legs.
things went without incident until the storm outside picked up, a few bright flashes followed by cracks of thunder booming through the apartment complex. dabi heard you yelp from the floor, tiny whines and terrified whimpers barely audible from where he was tucked into bed. he grabbed a pillow and pressed it against his ear, trying to tune out your cries as another strike of lightening lit up the room.
maybe he should have just left your sorry ass out in the rain. was bringing you in here and getting his dick wet really worth losing sleep like this? why’d you have to be so fucking annoying? why’d he—
“hey, dumbass,” his voice makes your ears perk up, your quiet noises of fear subsiding for the moment, “you wanna come lay up here? will you shut the fuck then?”
he wasn’t sure what he was expecting but it definitely wasn’t your body hurling towards him from where you’d been situated on the floor. a wet nose and teary eyes immediately pressed into his shirt as you happily basked in his warmth.
“fuck- i didn’t mean right next to me,” dabi flinched away from you, face twisted up in knots as you stared up at him with big eyes and folded ears.
he was this close to kicking you right back to the floor for that — you were supposed to sleep by his feet or something — you weren’t supposed to cuddle up next to him like this but —
“alright, whatever,” he let out a sigh of unusual contentment, closing his eyes again and letting one of his arms fall over your torso, “but don’t get used to this shit”.
you didn’t really care what he had to say, you were just happy to feel safe from the big scary storm outside. his arm was the nicest blanket of security you’d ever had, so falling asleep after that was rather easy.
you certainly didn’t find yourself the best owner — dabi wasn’t someone who would coddle you, and he wasn’t someone that could afford anything all that nice for you either. he‘s usually emotionally unavailable and sometimes the things he says can be kinda mean. but despite it all, his shitty apartment quickly becomes a place of comfort for you. he lends you his old, beat-up clothing, gives you the leftovers of his food, helps you take bathes (the handle is still confusing </3), and makes no hesitation to stuff your cunt and make you feel good after he’s had a long day.
now, not only does he let you sleep with him in bed, but he even finds himself scratching behind your ears or stroking your tail until you’re softly twitching and falling asleep next to him. dabi’s life is a bitter, miserable mess, but having a sweet little pup to come home to has become his silver lining on even the worst days.
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rocorambles · 3 years
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Damsel in Distress
Pairing: Cat Hybrid!Kuroo x Cat Hybrid!Reader
Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Non-Con/Rape, Dub-Con, Non-Con Impregnation, Breeding Kink, Non-Con Piss Play, Possessive Behavior, Heat Sex, Cum Play
Summary: Kuroo helps a damsel in distress. Too bad said damsel has no desire to be rescued.
A/N: This is for the Paws and Claws Collab hosted by @katslutski. Masterlist can be found here!
Your tail lazily ficks around as you begin to shut down your work computer, preparing for your little “holiday”. You can already feel the heat setting in, ears twitching in discomfort, beads of sweat forming on your temples despite your near naked state. You’re quick to rid yourself of the already damp panties and tanktop, trudging towards the fridge and filling a cup with ice water the second your laptop is closed.
Living alone is usually something that plagues you, an instinctual need for pack, for more feline companions who truly understand and know what you’re going through, making your soul ache. But at this moment, as you freely traipse around your studio apartment as naked as the day your mother birthed you, arousal curling and twisting with a vengeance inside of you? You’re thankful for the solitude.
Hybrids in general aren’t a rarity. You know there’s nothing to fear, no valid reason to isolate yourself and hide what you are from hybrids and humans. And for the most part you have no qualms walking around and hanging outside in public, buying groceries and shopping, drinking an overpriced coffee. But you discreetly hide your ears and tails from the one demographic that does cause panic to stir within you.
Male cat hybrids.
While it’s true that cat hybrids are quite prominent, female cat hybrids are highly desirable and most find themselves quickly snapped up by humans and hybrids alike, the disproportionate ratio of males to females in the cat hybrid community only making the odds even worse for your male counterparts to find a female mate, as if the competition from outside parties wasn’t hard enough to deal with.
But because of this craze, female cat hybrids find themselves stuck between a rock and a hard place, left with only two options. Find a mate or partner early on and live a safe life bound with someone else or strive for an independent life rampant with possible danger. You’ve heard the horror stories, seen the reported crimes on television. Sexual assault, trafficking, kidnapping, Anything for the large and ever growing population of single male cat hybrids to get a taste of the golden grail, a female cat hybrid in heat.
Yet you certainly don’t feel like a prized treasure, not as you deliriously try and focus on making sure all your windows and doors are locked, not as you pant for breath with slick dripping down your inner thighs. You try to resist the urge to be filled, to arch your back and lewdly present as you make sure your home is safe, but as the ache grows and grows, you convince yourself you’ll be fine, that you’re so deep in the woods with no neighbors for acres that there’s nothing to fear. And with only the thought of pleasurable release on your mind, you make a beeline towards the hidden stash of toys you have stored away for these exact moments.
Unknown to you, your greatest fear is casually strolling around, strong handsome features topped by fluffy black ears sighing in relief as he immerses himself in the nearby woods, sharp senses grateful for the clean air and quiet. Kuroo loves the city, loves his job, loves his motley pack as chaotic as they are, but he’s always been an introvert at heart and he revels in the peace he has now as he struts farther and farther among the bushes and trees. The scent of flowers, grass, soil, and sun mingle in the air and he deeply inhales, a content purr rumbling in his chest. It’s so fresh, so calming, so...sweet?
Hazel eyes sharpen, ears swiveling in interest as he whiffs the air, pupils dilating, tail rapidly twitching back and forth behind him as that intoxicating scent grows stronger, drawing him in, wrapping around him, until his body is instinctively racing towards the source. He doesn’t understand this primal base need surging inside of him, hazing over any human consciousness he has. He doesn’t understand the ache in his groin, the tightness in the front of his pants.
But when he presses his face against the thin pang of glass blocking him from where the scent is strongest and peers inside the house, only the vaguest thread of morality keeping him from smashing the window in and sinking his claws in whatever treasure he’s come across, a shocking moment of clarity pierces through the lust-filled fog.
A female cat hybrid in heat.
Kuroo can’t even count how many porn videos of female cat hybrids in heat being bred and knotted he’s jacked off to. How many locker-room and late-night drunk ramblings has he had with his packmates about what a female in heat smells like, how they taste? How many nights has he wished and dreamed of finding his own pretty mate he can lock down and breed full of kittens?
Yet all his wild imaginations pale in comparison to the real deal and he’s barely cognizant of the way he’s unabashedly humping and grinding his swelling cock against the exterior of your home as he salivates, unblinking while he watches you fuck yourself against an obscenely large dildo you’ve suctioned onto your headboard. You’re a desperate mess and he can’t keep his eyes off the deep arch of your back as your breasts and face writhe against the bedsheets, drool soaking the fabric, your ass and hips shaking in the air. Before he knows it, he’s syncing with you, his own thrusts matching every time your pretty pussy sinks balls deep on your toy, imagining it’s him making a mess of you.
And when you fall apart, body convulsing, a wail echoing throughout your room, sticky white fluids soak his own briefs.
But it’s not enough. Not for you. Not for him.
His softening cock twitches in interest again despite its recent relief and his desire skyrockets at how prettily you sob and beg, distressed tears and dismay apparent on your face at how unfulfilled you feel, hips still sloppily pushing back and forth on the toy lodged deep inside of you.
Of course you’re upset. Poor thing. Size isn’t everything (although he’s proud to say he’s not any smaller than your massive play thing). A pathetic lifeless thing like that won’t ever satisfy your agonizing wish to be bred, to be used, to feel the heat of his body, the satisfaction of his cum overflowing your womb.
He wants to help you. He needs to help you.
Kuroo always thought that he’d end up with a nice human woman, live a happy boring life to match his normal office job, always having to be mindful of his slightly sharper nails and fangs. But all that flies out the window as his natural instincts have him carefully observing and sniffing your territory, making sure there isn’t another male’s presence in the vicinity, that you’re entirely by yourself.
Satisfied with his findings, he prowls around your perimeter, testing every door, every window, grinning when one entryway you’ve accidentally skipped over in your haste easily gives way to his prying.
If your scent was potent before, it’s all-encompassing now with no barriers between the two of you and his own pheromones go wild, leaking, clashing, and intermingling with yours in a tango so ingrained in both your DNA. He’s practically clawed off his clothes as he briskly approaches you, purring in adoration at how well you’re responding to his presence, eyes blown wide as you gaze at him, surprise and fear muted by your need to draw closer.
He’s never been harder in his life as he watches your lust for him dominate any common sense you have, any wariness or fear of having a strange male cat hybrid around you during your heat with no one anywhere nearby to help you. It’s cruelly amusing how the slight spark of panic in your eyes makes you look like prey despite the way your body still crawls towards where he stands at the edge of your bed, despite the way you submissively nuzzle your face against his cock, mewling at the weight and scent of it pressing against you.
You know something’s not right, something deep inside of you screaming at you to come to your senses. There’s a tremor of terror vibrating in your veins and yet this scent, this presence...You need to be closer. You need him to take care of you. You’re sure he can make you feel good.
He has to! He has to!
You don’t know how else you’re going to make it through the scorching heat building inside of you, already feeling a bit satiated just from rubbing your face against his cock and inhaling his musk. You’re begging, pleading for cock, cum, anything and everything he’ll give you. Your heart soars, pounding in excitement at a single word the handsome hybrid utters.
“Present”
This is what you were made for. This is all you need in life. And you obediently turn around until your gushing pussy is on full display to hazel eyes, purposefully arching your back even deeper than normal to entice the male on, screaming in pleasure when a rough tongue hungrily licks and sucks your leaking juices. It’s not enough, not what you truly want. But it still feels unfairly amazing and you can’t think, too lost in the grey area between contentment and greediness as he devours you.
You’re the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted and he finally understands those videos he’s watched of males ravenously eating out cat hybrids in heat for hours on end despite their own aching cocks, never stopping until their mate is a pliant bissed out mess. He thinks he could die happy drowning in your slick and he feasts, forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you and moaning in joy at how you squirt and coat his face and tongue every time you fall apart. Only when his jaw aches and his tongue goes numb does he stop. But you’re in a worse state than him and he chuckles when he sees the puddle you’ve created underneath yourself and the way your legs tremble in exhaustion as he stretches out his mouth.
With appetite sated for now, he moves on with this exquisite banquet. It’s almost reverent the way Kuroo slowly glides and sinks his cock into your tight, hot walls. His head and eyes roll back as he groans while his shaft rubs against your gummy walls, your pussy quivering and clenching around him. But it’s not time to savor the moment, not when you’re howling at him to keep on going, squealing as he exponentially increases his pace, slamming in and out of you with a tenacity he’s never known before.
He doesn’t know how many loads he’s spilled inside of you, how many times you’ve convulsed and milked him as your own orgasm washes over you. But he knows he can never go back, knows he needs to make sure you’re in his life forever so he can breed and bite you whenever, so he can coat your insides with all the cum it longs for. It would be a crime to let you waste your potential on a life of solitude.
Too bad you’re not on the same page and he growls in irritated amusement as the haze begins to clear from your eyes, realization dawning on you, fear spiking your scent and causing you to claw and hiss at him as you try and scramble away from him. But it’s all for naught, not when your body betrays you with every relentless thrust of his hips, eyes rolling to the back of your head and endless moans slipping past your lips every time he bottoms out inside of you.
“Where do you think you’re going, kitten?”
“Please stop! Who are you? I don’t want this. I don’t want-”
You break off in a scream, a forced orgasm crashing through you when fangs pierce the delicate skin between your neck and shoulder, pinning you down and keeping you still, sharp nails digging into your hips.
“That’s not what your body’s saying, love.”
You shiver at the sight of the stranger’s handsome face pressed against yours, tongue licking at your blood staining his lips, his body molded to yours as he drapes over you from behind, grinding even deeper and further inside of you in this new position. You know it’s not your fault that your body is responding, that you can’t help the pleasure assaulting you, that it’s just unfortunate biology. But you feel filthy, shame and humiliation churning inside of you as you ceaselessly beg and cry for him to stop, to leave you alone between moans and climaxes.
Yet a primal part of you you’ve tried to keep hidden deep inside of you croons and wags its tail in pure unadulterated joy, basking in finally being in the arms of a viable mate, purring from the feeling of warm sticky semen marking your insides. And as the male hybrid on top of you continues ravaging you while the next wave of your heat hits you at full throttle, you succumb to your own inner hybrid, mewling and wailing the name he feeds you.
Tetsurou. Tetsurou. Tetsurou.
Your heat doesn’t completely break for a week and by then Kuroo wonders if he’s completely broken you. You certainly look ruined, covered in thick layers of both dried and fresh cum, eyes glazed over, and face stuck in a silly vapid expression despite the fact that your heat’s over. He’s almost disappointed that all the fight is seemingly gone from you, that you aren’t baring your cute fangs and claws at him anymore. But he can’t deny there’s something twistedly satisfying at how well he’s trained you, smirking at how your back instinctively arches when he merely flicks one of your abused nipples, the movement causing more of the mess inside of you to add to the sticky puddle between your legs.
He’s so distracted by scrutinizing and memorizing every inch of your debauched state that he doesn’t see you try and blink the haze from your eyes, whipping his head in surprise when you shakily tug at his wrist for his attention.
“Please leave. You got what you wanted, so please…”
You adorable little thing. You’re trembling in fear, voice quivering, body weak and exhausted. And yet, you still have the nerve to fight a week’s worth of non-stop conditioning and training he’s quite literally imprinted on you, to defy him.
Hazel eyes glimmer in excitement and you whimper, weakly trying to push his hands away when he once agains forces his way between your thighs never breaking eye contact with you as his fingers spread your used lower folds apart, obscene spurts of cum instantly oozing out of you in non-stop waves.
“Do you feel that, kitten? Can you feel how stuffed full you are with my seed? Why would I leave the mother of my future litter? What kind of man do you take me for?”
You sob as the gravity of your situation sinks in, shaking your head frantically in denial. There’s no way you’re pregnant. There’s no way you’re going to have a stranger’s children. Yet deep down you know he’s not bluffing, your more animalistic instincts telling you it’s been a successful week of mating.
And like a cornered animal, self-preservation kicks in, a fierceness even you didn’t know you were capable of lancing through you.
“I’m not having your fucking litter. As soon as you leave, I’m going to abort and clean out every last speck of you-”
You cut yourself off, cowering and trying to hide from the overwhelming furious scent and domineering aura suddenly suffocating you, almost able to see the imaginary way Kuroo bristles at your words.
“You’re mine now, sweetheart. This body is mine. This pretty pussy is mine. This womb is mine. You don’t get to leave me or lay a finger on our children. Let me make that crystal clear.”
He doesn’t raise his voice for even a second, but there’s something even more terrifying about the way he sharply and clearly enunciates each syllable, the quiet intensity behind every word. And you’re frozen in sheer terror as he grips his cock, pointing it towards your face.
You’re not sure what you’re expecting, but it’s not the hot thin stream of yellow liquid that splashes across your face, seeping into your nostrils, staining your skin with the sharp scent of piss. You try to turn your face away, but it’s no use and you can feel it soaking your hair and seeping into your pores, can taste the acrid saltiness in your mouth.
Your tears mix with the potent fluid as Kuroo shoves his cock in your mouth, ordering you to clean him, the last few drops dripping down your throat as you’re forced to lick him clean. You feel used, claimed, owned and from the way hungry eyes leer at you, you know that was exactly his intent.
“There you go. So pretty and filthy covered in my piss, cum, and saliva. No one within a mile of you is going to question exactly who you belong to.”
You flail as he traps you underneath him one more, grinding his hardening cock against your spent hole. But it’s useless and you clench your eyes shut as he far too easily slips inside of you, hating how readily your body accepts him, how perfect the fit feels as his balls rest against your ass.
“Let’s get back to work, sweetheart. We have a whole home to fill with little ones.”
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hanji-is-life · 3 years
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hi this is my work for @katslutski 's event, paws and claws collab!!!!! please enjoy toji with his dumb little pup :)))
cw: slight dumbification, calls her mutt, humping, innocence kink, mention of a gun
word count: 3.7k
Toji never had to worry much about trespassers or those who wanted to be “friendly neighbors.” He lived deep enough in the woods to be isolated, and those who somehow ended up on his property were either killed on the spot or—well, killed, too. He didn’t like people much, and those who strolled up were usually looking for some kind of trouble. He didn’t have time for the bullshit.
So his land quickly became known to be avoided by those who were smart enough to heed the warnings. Its how he guesses the dumb little pup like you had stumbled onto his front porch, feasting on the bowl of fruit that he had left out there for a minute while he went inside to get some papers.
You looked like you didn’t have a single thought in that cute little head of yours. No fear, no worries, happily gnawing on the rind of the watermelon like the mangy mutt you were. But Toji wasn’t swayed easily, no. You could be some type of set up from other people, trying to lure him into his softer side, let his guard down for just a moment so whoever you were working with could off him. Not today.
He whips the pistol from the front of his joggers with quick reflexes. You don’t notice it at first, just digging your head even further into the bowl, making it spill over onto the wood of his front porch. You pick up a stray strawberry with clumsy paws, smear the red juice all over your panting puppymouth, creating a red ring around your lips as you swallow a good portion of the fruit without chewing. Toji watches you choke and splutter for a second, before you hack, ears perking up at the sound that came out of you, immediately going right back for the other fruit in the bowl.
Toji blinks. Do you really not see him standing beside you with a whole gun pointed to your head? Damn mutt.
He cocks the gun and clears his throat this time, watches how your ears perk up again as your head shoots up to look at him. He pointedly aims the gun at your forehead, your eyes crossing as you try and look at it, dumb pink tongue hanging out of your mouth as you pant.
“What’s a mutt like you doing here, huh?” He asks, voice deep and gruff as you forego the fruit to instead examine whatever thing the man in front of you is waving around.
“You lost your owner or something?” Toji cocks his head, voice dying in his throat as your eyes go big and round the closer you pad over to the gun. He holds it steady though, gun cocked, his finger on the trigger and ready to blow your dumb puppybrains out if you made the wrong move. But instead, you push your twitching nose against the barrel and sniff.
He can hear how loud your curios sniffs are, your poorly covered chest heaving in and out in quick breaths as your puppynose travels up the barrel, around the trigger point, let your wet nose linger on his finger for a bit longer, before you make your way back down to the muzzle. You press directly against it, as Toji tries not to waver at your antics. He opens his mouth to speak when you open your own tiny little puppymouth wide and you just—
Chomp down on the barrel of the gun. Your tiny fanged teeth bare back in a small growl, the muzzle resting on your tongue, the taste unpleasantly mixing with the previously sweet fruit you were just eating. You gag, a tiny little cough emitting from your throat as your shoulders come up to your drooping ears.
You shake your head for a second, eyes falling low before you catch sight of the fallen bowl of fruit laying on the ground once more. You instantly dive back to it, gnawing your teeth into the skin of the peach Toji hadn’t gotten the chance to cut up yet.
Again, he blinks. He surveys the surrounding trees and woods, looking for anyone that might be with you to get you to distract him. But he sees no one, only a few birds rustling the trees, a squirrel that you growl out when it tries to snatch a grape from the bowl.
Toji squats down to your level, keeps the gun in his hand, but clicks the safety back on, as he watches you swallow four blueberries whole. You pay him no mind until he pats the top of your head softly with the grip of his gun to gain your attention. Your puppycheeks are stuffed full of fruit as you try smiling at him, and he can hear the thump thump thump of your excited tail against the porch floor.
“Ya gotta name, mutt?” Toji asks lazily, flipping your ear up with the muzzle as you hastily swallow the fruit down. When the food slides down, you only grin wider at him, tail wagging even faster as you pant when he rubs the tops of your ears with the barrel. You don’t answer though, just lean down and nudge over a stray half eaten strawberry in his direction with your nose. Toji glances down at it, watches how the fruit and your slobber make a mess of his porch floor, before he looks back up at you.
“No thanks.” He answers, to which you whine, pouting for a moment before you dive into the strawberry yourself. He reaches out to the fallen bowl, plucks a vine of grapes, watches how your eyes glaze over in want as your laser vision focuses only on the food in his hand. He waves the grapes around, watches how your entire head follows the motions.
“Answer me, and I’ll give you these.” He tries to reason, and you do seem to get the message. But you yip instead of answer back with real words. Once again, Toji blinks, before mentally saying fuck it, and plucking the grapes off for you to eat. He doesn’t trust your choking ass with the whole vine, seeing how you almost died nine times in just five minutes.
You open your puppymouth, wait for him to feed you the grapes, to which he snorts at. You must’ve been one spoiled pup with your previous owner. But as Toji examines you, it doesn’t look like you’ve ever had an owner. Your hair on your head and tail are matted, you only wear one too big and torn blue sweatshirt, no bottoms that he can see, save for some tattered panties, and you don’t look healthy. Eyes sunken in, too weak to keep yourself up before you flop back down onto your butt. You must’ve been scouring the words looking for food and shelter, and of course, Toji had been the only one here in these woods.
He wants to be mean and standoffish, keep you locked up outside while he occasionally throws scraps from his leftovers out of the window for you to fight for with the other woodland creatures. But as you nip playfully at his fingers when he waits too long to give you the next grape, he figures it wouldn’t hurt to have a dumb little companion out in these lonesome woods.
You’re fucking filthy and a goddamn idiot, Toji concludes that night after he took you inside to clean you up. Nearly drowned in the tub six times, choked on the bubbles after biting and licking at them, got him soaking goddamn wet after you shook every time he dumped water on your head. You yowled the entire time he tried to get you out of the tub, made him snap just five more minutes, mutt every time because he didn’t have the energy to keep fighting your hyperactive ass.
If he thought bathing you was hard, drying you off was just as difficult. You ran throughout the entire cabin-like house, darting into small places Toji couldn’t fit, even darting out side and rolling around in the grass before he caught up to you. Which resulted in him having to bathe your dirty ass again, but cleaning you up was even harder.
When he tried wrapping you up in a towel to dry you off, you fought to wriggle your way out of his grasp. But he held you firmly in his arms and on his lap, ruffling your hair and ears whenever you tried to lunge at him.
And it didn’t make it any better when he tried to put clothes on you. All he had were his own oversized shirts and boxers, and you shimmied your way out of them every time he slipped it over your head or up your legs. Dumb mutt kept running around naked, grinning and panting, looking behind you and running even faster whenever you realized he was close behind you.
But finally, as nighttime fell upon you, did you calm down some. You were curled up on the floor in front of the couch by his feet, tuckered out and tired after a long puppyday for you. You popped up though, and stared down at your stomach when it made a loud rumbling noise. Toji tears his eyes away from the tv screen, a quirked up brow shooting your way when you stare up at him with sad puppyeyes.
“What, you hungry again already, mutt? You devoured all of my damn fruit earlier.” Toji tuts, but you whine, tuck your ears, and press up against his leg. You have no qualms about begging, your tail wagging behind you lazily as you prop your chin up on his knee. Toji stares down at you for a moment, trying to resist spoiling you and fattening you up, but he’s a soft old man that wouldn’t mind your plump weight on him as the days go on.
So he sucks his teeth, pushes you away with a hand that encompasses your entire face as he gets up from his seat, already planning on what big meal he’s gonna fix for you.
Which is entirely a dumb idea on his part, leaving his new puppygirl all alone for a good twenty minutes in this new environment. When he comes back with a steaming bowl of food, you’re nowhere to be found. He panics for a moment, before he hears rustling coming from his room.
He places the food down onto the coffee table, stomping toward his room and trying not to blow his goddamn gasket when he sees what huge mess you’ve created. His clothes, clean and dirty, are strewn about the floor, his sheets already ripped with tiny teeth holes, his fucking underwear stuck on one of your ears, his socks on your wagging tail.
You just pad right up to him, drop the sock you have in your mouth onto the floor in front of his feet, looking up at him with sparkly eyes. He narrows his at you.
“What the fuck, mutt? I thought you were so hungry and weak, now ya got the energy to destroy my fucking room?” But you only cock your head, stare at him for a moment, before you’re picking the sock up in your mouth again and holding it up for him. He tries to grab it from your mouth, but you latch on tighter. He cocks his eyebrow at you.
“Now’s not the time for tug-o’war, mutt. Let go.” His voice is stern and serious, but dumb little puppy you only tugs harder, emitting a low growl in your throat. He raises an eyebrow at your growl, your tiny puppyteeth curling back as you tug back harder on his sock that’s tearing with every pull. He gives you another moment of leniency before he gets irritated—even more.
“Let. Go.” Toji snaps through gritted teeth, tugs the sock back in his direction once more, not trying to be too rough and hurt you. But you don’t budge, just growl louder, snatch the sock back with a slight shake of your head, never breaking eye contact the entire time.
Snapping, Toji steps forward until it makes your neck hurt from the way you bend it back to keep looking him in the eye. He growls menacingly, a loud deep sound that reverberates through his chest and the entire room, rattling your core as your eyes go wide instantly at the deep and commanding sound.
Almost like a switch, you drop the sock from your mouth, sitting on your butt, before you fall back on the ground. Toji realizes that you’re baring your belly to him, a slight whine in your voice as you look up at him with pleading eyes. Toji smirks, throws the sock in a forgotten corner, as he kneels over you.
“I’m the alpha in here, pup. Don’t forget it.”
Weeks passed with Toji and his new puppygirl. You were a handful, he realized very early on, but he secretly had to admit that he adored you. You brought a livelier feeling to his previously empty home, made it feel lived in and comfy. He found himself thinking about you and missing you whenever he leaves for a few hours to do his jobs. He knows you miss him too, when he comes home and finds you cuddled on his bed, surrounded by all of his clothes and anything else that smells like him.
He’s had to play tug-o-war with his swords one too many times with you, though.
But you adore him just as much as he adores you. You’re constantly on his heels, padding right behind him, tugging on his pants leg with your puppyteeth whenever you want his attention, snuggling up to him in bed even though he’s told you time and time again that you’re not allowed up there. But all you have to do is bat those pretty eyes up at him, let your ears droop, your tail slow, let your bottom lip tremble, and he’s opening up the covers for you with a grumble.
You’re curios about everything, too. Curios as to why he has to hide knives, why his fingers are always the more tastier treats throughout the days, curious as to why it always feels so good to rut against his leg whenever he’s gone for too long, curious about his body whenever he steps out of the shower. Damn nosy mutt, he calls you, but lets you explore.
Cleans up the tiny little cut you give yourself after pawing at the knives, lets you nibble on his fingers until his hand is soaked in drool because its the easiest way to get you to fall asleep, lets you rub your puppycunt against his shin until his leg is soaked through his pants because you make the cutest noises, lets you sniff at his body after he emerges from the shower, as he does now.
You’re usually somewhere in the living room gnawing on a toy he got you whenever he showers. He prefers to bathe you both separately, since you typically hate showers and he only wants a bath after long, hard days. So he cleans himself first, gives you a few things to distract yourself with, showers quick as hell so your shitty puppy attention span doesn’t realize he’s not in the same vicinity as you for five minutes.
But today, you got tired of the same plushie sword toy and went looking for him. You followed his scent into his room, but grew frustrated at the closed door at the bathroom. You whine and paw at it until Toji calls for you to quit it, which only makes you pick up your antics even more.
After what feels like way too long for your puppytime, Toji finally snatches the door open, already glaring down halfheartedly at your panting form. You lunge for him, wrap heavy paws around his legs, nuzzle your face into something that’s kinda hard and long and it even twitches against your smooshed cheek—
Ever the curious one, you pull back for a second, cock your head when the thing underneath his towel moves again. Toji feels himself growing harder as he looks at you, eyes wide and confused, so inexperienced and so—
“That’s enough, pup.” He clears his throat, ripping your attention away from his steady growing cock to his flushed face. “Go play with your toy for a while so I can run your bath next. You stink.”
Toji tries pushing you away, but you don’t budge. Just shove your face even harder against his towel clad cock, sniffing curiously, innocently. But it makes his knees tremble slightly, makes his cock jump under the towel, until it becomes a huge, unavoidable tent. So you dive for more, shove your head underneath the towel, knocking it off with your ears as your curious puppynose goes searching for more.
Toji lets out a shuddery breath, grips the sides of the door to keep himself steady as you travel down to his balls. Your wet nose slides against his shaft as you make your way back up, eyes going cross as you stare down at his angry red tip that starts to leak precum. Toji sucks in a breath, tries to compose himself once more, but you’re diving in before he can.
Your sweet little puppytongue is lapping at the slit of his tip before he can stop you. You swallow the mixture that sat on your tongue, grinning up at him and panting when the taste slides down your throat. He sees your tail wagging a mile a minute, ears perked up and happy as you go right back to lick up the now beading slit greedily.
“Pup, wait,” he tries to stop you, but you’re too fast, too excited. You dive onto the fat head of his cock, let the tip rest in your mouth as you start suckling on it to coax out more of that bittersweet taste. Puppydrool slides down his shaft, your tongue messily lapping and digging greedily into his tip to swallow down more and more. The mixture makes a mess of his cock every time you pull off to lap excitedly at it, slides down his shaft and makes his dark pubes messy.
Toji can’t worry about that now. Just focuses on jerking the length of his cock, occasionally rubbing over his balls as he coaxes you to lick more, move your tongue like this, pup, suck his tip just like that.
Like the excitable pup you are, you follow his directions. It gets a little harder though, a little distracting, when you get that wetness seeping in between your legs again. But no worries, Toji sees your uncomfortable shuffling, sticks his leg right in between your squirming puppythighs, to which you sigh contently.
Your eyes droop, the steady sucking on his tip a soothing feeling, something that almost mirrors when Toji lets you nibble on his fingers. This though, this feels a lot better, especially since you get something good to swallow down instead of just the taste of your own spit.
“Good pup,” Toji praises, voice hoarse as he cups his balls and tries to keep from fucking your cute little puppymouth. He hears your tail whacking the floor harder at the praise, feels you rut against his shin desperately, your puppycunt pulsating against his leg as he realizes you’re already near orgasming.
“Such a good pup, you know that?” He whispers, tears his eyes open to stare down at your pretty little face, how your puppycheeks puff up with the excessive amount of spit and precum you keep forgetting to swallow, drool dribbling from the side of your mouth. You preen at the praise, wrap an arm tight around his thigh to really grind hard against his leg. He can feel the outline of your clit and folds, how they flutter hopelessly with every praise.
“You’re such a good girl. Best pup I could ever ask for.” He’s milking you at this point, with the way you suckle desperately. Desperate to taste that white sticky stuff that sometimes comes out when he ruts against his own hand at night when he believes you’re sleeping. Gotta taste it, your puppybrain keeps repeating, gotta taste all of Toji, Toji, Toji, my Toji.
“Good fuckin’ girl.” The words are sending you over the edge. You whine, high and squeaky in the back of your throat, puppymouth falling open, drool and precum sliding out of your mouth in waterfalls. Toji can feel your puppycunt gush against his shin, feels how it even slides down his leg and puddles at his feet. It’s all overwhelming for him, the sight of you on your knees, dumb mouth falling open in wait for him to coat your tongue in his seed.
And he does. Jerks right under his tip until it coats your lips and tongue and cheek and even reaches up high to your forehead and lashes. You lap excitedly, dive back in to clean up what’s left dripping on his cock. He finally pushes you away when he gets too sensitive.
“Alright, mutt, that’s enough.” He grumbles, legs still slightly shaky as you pant up at him, face still obscenely streaked with ropes of white, a growing puddle dripping under you, staring up at him with absolutely no care in the world. It makes his cock twitch again, to which you cock your head and attempt to dive back in.
But he holds you back by your forehead, ignoring the whine you pull from your throat and the way you lap at his palm. He just pushes you back slightly, turning on his heel to go right back into the bathroom he never left, tosses over his shoulder,
“Cmon mutt, looks like I gotta clean us both up now.” And you come bounding up to him like the excitable pup you are. Despite how he yells at you when you splash him roughly with water and spill it over the tub, or when you try sucking him off again under water and almost drown, or even when you make an even bigger mess on the floor when you climb into his lap to rut against him. Despite all of your clumsiness and fuck ups, Toji wouldn’t trade his precious dumb little puppygirl for the world.
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madness-puppy · 3 years
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𝕃𝕖𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕖𝕕 (𝔹𝕒𝕜𝕦𝕘𝕠 𝕩 𝕡𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕄𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕪𝕒) (𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕓 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕨𝕤 & 𝕔𝕝𝕒𝕨𝕤) (🦋🐇)
Summary: Just a silly little puppy girl being put in her place by her new owners (this turned out longer than expected)
What to expect: Filthy Smut, slightly manipulation?, Degration, praise kink, pet play, daddy/master, some impact play, double penetration, anal(fem), choking, fingering, oral (male and fem receiving), boobjob, cum eating,multiple orgasms,overstimulation,Darcryphilia, tiny bit of Somnophilia, fluff/ after care at the end
(Feel free to educate yourself on some of the kinks by click on the words tagged with links)
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It’s not like you meant to get yourself in this situation all you were looking for was a little attention but of course you just had to go after the two people how didn’t really get along all too much. It started with you clinging onto Izuku whenever you too would hangout. He would play tug of war with you then pet your head and call you a good girl, good girl? You liked the sound of that. You would start doing small things to earn his praise and attention anything just to hear those 2 words come out of his mouth. One week he was really busy and didn’t have time to hang out so you decided to text you other friend who just so happened to not like how much time you’ve been spending with the green haired boy.
“Hi Bakugo!” You happily wag your tail and run up to him “Tch don’t look too excited to see me dumbass” your tail stops swaying and your ears droop a little as you hang your head low “O-oh sorry” you apologize which in turn makes the Blonde haired boy’s heart tug a little. He pulls you in for an awkward hug and rubs behind your ears “Oi stop being all pouty and shit otherwise I won’t hangout with you” your ears and tail stick straight up and you begin to nuzzle your face into his neck “Ahh no please I’m sorry I’ll stop being sad I promise” he slightly blushes and pulls you away. Weeks go by where you were shared between the two boys trying desperately to earn their praises until there became subtle changes in the way they acted towards you. It was very faint Izuku would put a hand to your cheek and gently caress it, Katsuki would run his fingers through your hair, Both would sometimes put a hand on your thigh and rub up and down it. You being innocent as ever never said anything thinking it was just another form of praise.
The more it continued on on the more one noticed the other becoming more handsy with you then it became a silent competition on who could earn your attention more. And that’s how it lead to where you are now laid over Katsuki’s lap with Izuku’s cock in you mouth. *slap* “Such a naughty bitch where you that greedy for our cocks huh?” He slaps your ass again and you whimper around Izuku’s cock “Ugh yes puppy” Izuku’s moans make your pussy start dripping. “Answer me slut?” *slap slap* “mmnahh n-no Katsuki I promise I wasn’t trying to be bad I just wanted to be a good girl! Ahh” you Yelp as you felt him stick two fingers in your pussy and forces your head back down Izuku’s dripping cock. “Fuck your dripping all over my lap nasty bitch does his cock taste good?” “Yes” he slaps your clit making you buck into his hand “yes what?” “Ahh yes master! Please fuck me” Bakugo stops then smiles “Heh you hear that Deku? The slutty mutt called me her master” he shoves his fingers back in you pumping them faster. “Uhh n-no fair I want a oh fuck nickname too puppy” he moans face fucking you you pull back quickly gagging and choking from him throat fucking you “sorry daddy” that makes Deku’s cock twitch and he goes back to fucking your throat.
“Fuck puppy” Deku whines “I’m gonna cum, hng gonna cum down that pretty throat of yours ahh” while he picks up the pace you feel Katsuki eating you out from behind. You Yelp as you feel his wet tongue circle around your tight hole and feel yourself clench on his fingers “heh heh you like that mutt? Me tonguing your asshole?” Your sure your face turns red from embarrassment as he continues on then you feel warm liquid being shot deep down your throat making you gag. “yes you take it all babygirl drink my fucking cum yeah good girl” there they are again those two special words you hear Bakugo grunt from behind you and he pulls his mouth away to slap your ass while still stretching you out on his fingers. “You like that huh pup? Like when your daddy calls you good girl hmm?” You moan and whimper “That’s what got you into this mess in the first place right? You wanted so badly to please us both just to hear our praises? God your such a good little slut so ready to please your masters hmm cum for us princess fucking cum!” And as if on command your whole body freezes you try to scream but nothing comes out. Your whole body shakes as you tightly close your eyes and gush all over Katsuki’s hand you feel him grab you from your throat bringing you back to his chest as he keeps rapidly pumping his fingers in you making you ride you high as the scream that seemed to be trapped finally bubbles through the surface and you throw you head back.
“Yeah there you fucking go puppy girl there you.fucking.go” he grits then pulls his fingers from your messy cunt making you fall forward on top of Izuku’s chest floating in and out of consciousness all while whimpering and babbling. “Shit look at the mess she made on my hand” Bakugo says watching your liquids dripping down his hand to his arm. “You did you good puppy but don’t think this is over” Izuku says brushing that hair off your forehead “mmm?” You weakly hum “silly girl did you think that was all? Hmm oh poor puppy no no no” he says in a mocking voice while cooing you “you were a bad girl teasing me and Kacchan remember? You wanted this. All our attention, our praises, you wanted to be our good girl and to please us so that’s what we’re doing. We’re gonna give you all our love and attention and in return your going to make us feel good” You whine and whimper as you feel Izuku’s cock slowly sinking into you. “D-daddy too much! Wait please!” Izuku throws his head back and gives you slow shallow pumps “Oh god your puppycunt feels so good wrapped around my cock baby” “nngh daddy” suddenly you feel you ass cheeks being spread open and something wet dripping into your hole. “Tch like I’m gonna let you have all the fun damn greedy Deku” you feel him slowly push his finger making you cringe and buck against Deku who in turns holds you harder to his chest. “Shh shh baby relax you don’t want to leave Kacchan out do you? That would make him upset” you Quickly shake your head no “then you need to relax so he can prep you otherwise it’ll hurt when he goes in” you try to breathe and focus on Izuku pumping his fat cock in you. You feel Katsuki enter a second finger which makes you moan “Good slut you like me fingering your ass huh? Your gonna love it when my cock is inside you then” he brings his hand to your mouth “spit” your release a huge glob onto his hand and he uses it to lube himself up. You feel him press his tip in making you wince and he starts to massage your lower back as he pushes more of himself in.
Once the burning sensation goes away you start panting and drooling all over Izuku’s shoulder “mmhn what is it puppy?” “I-I can you guys please? Hng” Izuku laughs at your current inability to talk properly. “You hear that Kacchan? I think we’ve fried our poor pet’s brain” He sharply thrust up into you making you scream out “yeah, well she might go even more dumb when I start pounding her ass” Katsuki starts pumping into you slowly then starts picking up the pace. They both pump into you at mind numbing tempo making you melt and you can do is lay there and take it like the good girl you are. You feel Izuku’s hand scratch behind your ear and Katsuki’s gently tug at your tail making you release the loudest moan. “Ahhh too much please no more feels too good mmm” “I thought you were our good pet, you said you wanted our love and affection well this is us showing it so take it slut” you felt yourself clench tightly around both cocks at his words. “Cum-can I cum please *whines* feels good heh” Izuku grabs your face in his hand squishing your cheeks. “No, no puppy you already got to cum once your supposed to be pleasing us so don’t you dare cum until we do” both boys slow down their thrust drawing your orgasm away which in turn make you start crying. “No no no please I’ll be a good puppy masters please, please don’t stop” you sob “Tch make up your mind mutt a couple minutes ago you wanted us to stop now you want us to keep going?” “Please! Fuck I’ll be your slut I’ll do anything just please cum inside me! Make me yours make me cum” you cry harder which makes you clamp onto them making them groan. “Fuck puppy you look so sexy with those pathetic tears running down your face while your begging us to breed you. You want daddy to breed your pretty little puppy cunt Huh? Gonna mmm fill you up nice with pups ugh yeah I’d bet you’d like that my little bitch, my sexy little bitch in heat” “yes! Fill me with pups daddy please ahhh” your tongue lulls out of your mouth and with the mixture of your tears and drool he can’t help but to drill himself into you.
As soon at their thrust started they quickly become sloppy “ugh fuck so tight gonna cum ngh ahhh!” “Princess you feel so good oh fuck gonna breed you baby yes mmmn gonna pump you full” you cry into Izuku’s necks from both overstimulation and wanting to cum. “Yes Daddies please fill me up I want to be good for you” you moan as you feel hot sticky liquids fill your holes and that was enough to having you cumming “Yeah you liked that babygirl? your masters filling your insides you liked it so much it made you cum, fuck your such a cute pathetic little cum slut just for us” you whimper out little yes’s and then again feel exhaustion take over you. You felt them lay you down on your back on the bed feeling tired you close your eyes then heard them laugh “It’s still not over yet” you felt their cum dripping out of you then felt someone stick their fingers inside gathering your cum “open your mouth”. You obey and feel them stick their cum covered fingers in your mouth “gotta get you nice and clean so Kacchan can fill you up next” he repeats the process of you feeding you cum a couple times till it’s mostly gone and your mostly out of it right on the brink of sleep. That was until you felt someone lick a stripe from your fucked out little hole to your clit making you whine and try to push them away when they began sucking on your bud. “Aww puppygirl I told you I have to get you nice and clean for Kacchan plus it’s not fair when he got to taste you and I don’t” Izuku lays his head on your inner thigh while gently stroking your clit and makes eye contact with you. “Please baby let daddy eat you you taste so good you wouldn’t want me to be sad right? So just let me do this” you squeak out a little okay and grip his hair as he begins gently devouring you “mmhn thank hmmn you *slurps*puppy” he massages your tummy making you slowly drift back to sleep from how relaxed you were. “Tch damn Deku your putting her to sleep” Izuku looks up to see you were in fact lightly sleeping you were cutely whimpering from him still stimulating you. “Let her sleep while I eat her then she’ll wake up to a big surprise” Deku stick two fingers you pumping them slowly making you whine and your cute little ears twitch “Tch this is taking too long hurry up and make her cum” Bakugo say climbing on top of you to straddle your chest and get himself off with your tits. Doing as he says Deku stick a third finger in you making you buck into his hand he begans pumping them in and out while sucking on your clit. “Fuck her tits are so soft, so perfect” Izuku feels you clamp down on his fingers and he moans “our princess is gonna cum” “good she better I’m tired of waiting” a few more licks and your creaming all over Izuku’s fingers. Izuku greedily laps up your juices till he gets pushed away by Bakugo “out of my way nerd!” He lines himself up and roughly thrusts into you making you wake.
“Nice to see you awake sleeping beauty” “Ka-Katsuki ngh” his thrust are sharp but slow “my name sounds so ugh good spilling from your lips” he reaches in between you and rubs your clit making your back arch. “Katsuki- master hmm feels so good” you lazily moan and put a hand on his chest he leans down and pulls you into a gentle kiss. The slow and rough pace paired with the gentle kisses has you feeling high “ngh you make me feel so good” you slur making Katsuki moan “fuck you look so cute like pup gonna.make.me cum” he thrusts into you a few more times before he’s filling you up and laying on your chest. “Kacchan out of the way we have to clean her up” Deku says holding two warm washcloths he hands one to Bakugo to clean himself up. Bakugo slowly pulls out of you leaving you empty and dripping with his cum you whine when Izuku gently swiped away the cum with the warm rag “Z-Zuku” “shh I’ve got you I just have to clean you up” he wipes a few more times then throws the rag away somewhere. Katsuki hands you a cup of water and after Izuku pulls you into his chest sideways with Katsuki behind you. “You we’re so good for us puppy” you sleepily humm in acknowledgment. “Our good little pet no one else’s” Katsuki says and kisses your head. “For once I agree with him puppy, your ours and I don’t know what I would do if someone else tried to take you away” “I’d blow their ass up like hell are they going to take what’s ours” Deku lifts your chin up and sleepily gives you kisses then you nuzzled your face into his neck. Katsuki wraps an arm around you both and you fall asleep, maybe that lesson wasn’t so bad after all.
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takanovu · 2 years
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༶•┈୨ lamb heart ୧┈•༶ a. takanobu
summary: aone is a simp for his lamb girlfriend, that’s it that’s the story.
pairings: soft!aone takanobu x fem!lambgirl!reader
genre: fluff!
tw’s: hybrid!au, reader has lamb ears and tail, fem bodied, use of lamby, pretty baby, sweetheart, mentions of future lamb babies, aone manhandles reader in a non-sexual way? it’s just because he’s so beeg!! lamb collar, it has a little bell on it so aone can hear you if you get lost >.<
a/n: AAAAAAA this is for the paw n claws collab hosted by @katslutski and if i had more talent i’d be able to link the masterlist but i’m dumb as a rock. anyways !!
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Aone lived for days like this. Having you pressed against his chest, nuzzling the fair-haired man's heart through his shirt. He couldn't help but smile when he felt you snuggle closer to him in your sleep. His heart was about to burst out of his chest, overwhelmed with adoration. He would do anything to see you like this more often, not even minding if it meant he was going to get overheated from the copious amounts of fluffy blankets on top of you both. He felt your soft vanilla ears twitch, relishing in the way you beamed up at him, eyes still sleepy. "Mornin' Nobu," you giggled, grabbing the build-a-bear lamb he bought you for your first anniversary. He kissed your temple and ran his fingers through your hair, paying extra attention to the little ears he treasured.
"Morning lamby", his low voice rumbled, pulling you impossibly closer to him. "We’ll go to the meadow and have some fun, yeah? Pick up some honey on the way home." You nodded excitedly, giggling when he sat up with you in tow. He stretched and stood up from the bed, removing the infinite amount of layers of blankets from his body. A high-pitched whine came from your throat as your ears drooped.
"What is it, sweetheart? Want Nobu to carry you downstairs, pretty baby?".  You felt heat rise to your cheeks and nodded, giggling as he lifted you up off the bed. He was so big and solid, so charming. Your little lamb tail swiveled around in the cold air wafting in the apartment. Somehow, no matter how many years you've put on your body, he was always able to carry you like a baby. Not that you particularly minded it; it made you think of what he'd be like with your baby lambs. Your legs wrapped around his waist like they were made for you, and he had you situated on his hip just right so that you could rub your ears against his neck. "Nobu m' want some strawberries, can we go to the patch later?" you whispered tenderly, voice softer than silk. "Oh 'nd some flowers too Nobu! Wanna make you a crown like last time, you looked so pretty."
A faint hum left his throat, and although he didn't say yes, you knew it was a yes. “Do you want your bell dolly?” You bit at the soft flesh of your lips, contemplating whether or not. You loved the collar so much, it made you feel safe and protected from the outside world. 
You nodded your head and smiled brightly, lifting your neck so Aone could attach the bell to the small o-ring on the collar.
This was your life, and you were content with it.
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abrupt ending i’m so sorry >.<
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jayeray-hq · 3 years
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Twin Kittens (Part 1)
Hey everyone! This is my part for the Paws and Claws Collab that was with @katslutski The theme of the collab was hybrids (puppy/kitty/bunny etc) so if you’re interested check it out!
Unfortunately as usual I got excessively wordy, so this is going to be split into three parts. This part alone is about 20K words and we're only about a third of the way through! so it definitely had to be split up.
If you like this feel free to check out my Atsumu or my Osamu masterlists!
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While there is no smut in this part there will be in the future thus this story is 18+ minors DNI please!
TW: Previous mentions of past abuse, gaslighting, verbal, death threats, hybrids have been treated like slaves before
This story is Fem Reader x Atsumu x Osamu but there will be no actual incest. While there will be a threesome at the end the boys won't ever touch one another sexually.
“Are you alright?” your neighbor Ojirou asked, a concerned look on his face as he watched you listlessly stir your drink with the straw, playing with the melting ice in the glass.
The two of you were actually good friends, having lived peacefully side by side for over five years now. You’d met on the very first day when you moved in, you’d been struggling to open the door with a large box in your arms and he’d rushed to the rescue. He and his hybrids diligent Kita, the blue merle border collie, and sly, sleek Suna the Siamese cat, had all pitched in to help you get moved in and settled. You’d been good friends with all three of them ever since.
It was his turn to host your traditional Friday night dinner, so you’d gone over to his apartment determined to enjoy yourself. However, something must’ve given away the rough day you’d had, because all three of them had been casting you concerned looks all night and trading glances when they thought you couldn’t see.
It was apparently Aran’s job to confront you about it, though both hybrids were looking at you expectantly. Well, Kita was looking at you expectantly, Suna was pretending not to pay attention, his phone in his hands, but you could see him watching out of the corner of his eye.
“What makes you think something’s wrong?” you asked determined to at least give it a try.
The stern look you got from Kita and the sympathetic smile from Ojiro told you how ultimately fruitless the effort had been, so you caved in with a sigh, pushing your glass away so you could slump face down on the table burying your head in your arms. You’d tell them, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be necessarily looking them in the eye when you did.
“You know how I went to that thing with some of my girl friends today?” you asked tiredly.
There were acknowledging hums all around even from Suna who you saw from the corner of your eye was no longer pretending to look at his phone and instead watching you like some rare breed of animal in a zoo doing something particularly fascinating.
“Well it was fun, great even,” you told them with a small quirk of your lips, “Right up until we started talking about significant others. Apparently two of them are getting married soon, one has a baby on the way, and the rest are in steady loving relationships or have openly declared they aren’t interested in that kind of thing. So guess who was the only sad single there?”
“Ah,” Ojirou acknowledged a well of sympathy in his voice.
“And of course once they found out, they were like ‘oh I think my husband has a brother’ or ‘oh I have this great friend from work you’d just love,” you ranted, earning a quiet snicker from Suna, which prompted you to lift your head up so you could dig back at the cat hybrid who looked to be having far too much fun at your expense.
“They even asked me why I didn’t date my nice neighbor, the one I’m always hanging out with,” you added on ruthlessly, ignoring Ojirou’s shocked sputters, “But I told them he was in a committed relationship. They were skeptical at first, but then I told them that I was sure because someone is extremely loud, enough that I’m forced to use headphones to drown out the yowling.”
Poor Ojirou was coughing, clearly dying of embarrassment, and even Kita had the faintest red tinge to his cheeks. Unfortunately, Suna, unbothered as ever, simply smirked at you, which confirmed some of your suspicions that he’d been doing it on purpose, the brat.
Heaving another forlorn sigh you decided to give up and give poor Ojirou a break, making a mental note to make it up to him somehow. The poor guy really didn’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire between you and Suna.
“So, I spent the time being relentlessly hounded until it was time to leave,” you continued on, pretending not to notice Kita patting Ojirou’s back sympathetically, “I tried to explain to them that I just don’t have the time and energy it takes to go out and start dating people, that work was taking up too much of my time, but they weren’t having any of it.”
“It sounds like a rough time,” Ojirou told you, with genuine sympathy, the man too kind even after you’d embarrassed the hell out of him, “like when I go home and baa-chan asks when I’m going to settle down and get married.”
Suna let out an involuntary hiss at that, and Kita’s shoulders stiffened up a bit. Even though hybrid-human relationships were accepted and even almost expected between them and their owners these days, it didn’t mean that everyone accepted them as ‘true’ relationships. There were a good chunk of people, mostly conservatives and the older generation who believed that human/human relationships were the only valid ones.
This was no doubt because of the fact that most hybrid children, once they hit eighteen chose to go to hybrid adoption centers rather than staying with their parents. This was partly because it was one of the few good ways to get out from under your parents roof.
Hybrid rights had come a long way from when they’d first been implemented a few decades ago, back when they were considered something of a toy and a pet, not better than a slave. However, they technically still required a human ‘owner’ to do things like go to school, find a job, or even be out in public unsupervised.
There were people working to change that of course, and you’d donated heavily to the cause and actively supported it, but change was slow going, so for now it was what it was. It didn’t help that there were a good deal of people around like Ojirou’s grandma who viewed hybrids as less than human, and would probably never acknowledge his relationship or any children they had, especially if the children were hybrids too.
It was something you’d listened to him vent about more than once, happy to lend him a listening ear, especially since he’d done the same for you plenty of times over the years.
“It wasn’t quite that bad,” you admitted, giving him your own sympathetic smile, “but it was rather depressing.”
“Do ya even want a companion like that?” Kita asked her reasonably, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard ya talk about wantin’ a relationship other than rantin’ about a few failed dates here and there. If ya don’t I don’t see why it should be a problem, and not any of their business either.”
“Except I think I kind of do,” you admitted with a grimace, to the practical dog-hybrid who always gave solid, dependable advice, “I never planned to spend the rest of my life alone you know? I just always put my career first figuring relationships could come later, when I had more time, but now I’m starting to wonder if later will ever come.”
“And ya don’t want to date?” Kita asked with a slight frown, “I’m sure ya could make time if ya really wanted to, we could change our dinners around fer a while maybe?”
“No way,” you protested immediately, “Dinners with you guys are my only bastion of sanity. Plus I’m not even sure I want to go out and meet people, frankly at this point I’m not even sure I know how. It just… gets a little lonely coming home to an empty apartment sometimes you know?”
“So why don’t you get a hybrid?” Ojirou asked, his tone eminently reasonable despite the shock of what he’d said.
“A hybrid?” you repeated a little dumbfounded, “Me?!”
“Well why not?” he defended, stroking his recently grown goatee with his thumb and forefinger, “You’re wealthy enough to afford one, it would solve your companionship issue, and you wouldn’t have to date anyone, just go to a hybrid adoption center and find someone you’re compatible with.”
When he put it like that it did sound reasonable, even if it wasn’t an idea that had ever occurred to you. A lot of your friends, not just Ojirou, had hybrid companions, one of the weddings discussed earlier that day was even to a hybrid even if it wouldn’t be official until they could get proper legislature passed. You just had never really considered it an option for yourself.
“Do you think I could?” you asked with a light frown, turning the idea over in your mind, the question directed more at Kita than anyone else, both because he was always the most reasonable of the three and because as a hybrid you thought he’d probably be more qualified to answer whether you were a fit ‘owner’.
However to your surprise it wasn’t Kita, but Suna who answered first informing you in his normal lazy drawl, “You’d do well with a hybrid I think, probably something lower energy, like a cat, and we’re pretty self-sufficient as you know, so you wouldn’t have to worry about leaving it home alone like you would a pet.”
“He’s right,” Kita agreed, after a thoughtful pause, “Personally I believe ya would do well with a hybrid, ya get along with us well enough. Plus if yer worried we can help ya look after them. Suna needs a playmate anyway, he’s been getting’ up ta too much mischief lately when Aran and I ain’t here.”
Suna didn’t even bother to protest, just shrugged, completely unbothered by the accusation. Figuring you might as well take advantage of the situation you asked a few more questions, all of which were answered by your friends who all had a lot of input on what kind of hybrid you should get.
You left that night with your head stuffed full of information, after telling them you needed time to think it over. Getting a hybrid was a lifechanging thing and you didn’t want to run off half-cocked. It had gotten you an approving nod from Kita and a supportive pat on the shoulder from Ojirou. Suna had simply given you a knowing smirk, as if the smug cat hybrid already knew exactly what you were going to do as you walked out the door.
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You stared up at the hybrid adoption center, not quite sure how you’d ended up here. For the last week or so, ever since Ojirou had brought it up you’d had hybrids on the brain. You’d found your eyes wandering to look at them when they passed you in the street and idly daydreaming in your down time what it might be like to have one waiting when you came home and fantasizing about what kind you might get.
Normally you were very focused and productive at work, but somehow, you’d found yourself scrolling through different sites, putting in research into what kind of facility you should visit and what you’d need to do. It had gotten bad enough that some of your coworkers had noticed your distraction, which was the final nail in the coffin.
You’d already known which center Ojirou had used to choose Kita and Suna, and so at the end of a particularly long day, quietly dreading heading home to your empty apartment you’d instead found yourself driving over to the center.
It was on the smaller side when it came to hybrid adoption centers, privately run and owned by Azumane Industries, a fashion line that created clothes that specifically catered to hybrids. Ojirou had, had nothing but good things to say, and so gathering your courage you left your car to head resolutely inside.
The lobby was rather quiet, only one other patron and two people manning the desks, both of whom looked up when you entered. You were a bit surprised to see the only two workers in sight were hybrids, one a silver cat of some type and the other clearly a German shepherd.
In hindsight it made a lot of sense to have hybrids be in charge of the adoption of other hybrids as they would likely know best how to match people up. However, you rarely saw that kind of practicality when it came to hybrids especially because you knew there was a lot of prejudice out there.
You offered the cat a hesitant smile, stepping up to the desk, the smile he gave back one that was both kind and welcoming as he introduced, “Welcome to Azumane Industries Hybrid Adoption Center. My name is Sugawara, how can I help you today?”
“I’m looking to adopt,” you admitted, unsure what else to say you tacked on, “My friend recommended this place to me, so here I am.”
“Well, we’ll take good care of you,” he assured you calmly, “Usually we do this by appointment, but you’re lucky. It’s a slow day and we have an opening, so I’d be happy to start the process with you if you’re willing.”
“Great,” you told him with a quiet sigh of relief, glad that he could fit you in. Honestly you should’ve known that a place like this would require a call ahead at least. It would’ve served you right for being so impulsive if they hadn’t been able to squeeze you in, “Just tell me what I need to do.”
Sugawara offered you a sly grin, one that reminded you of Suna as he promptly pushed a large stack of paperwork in your direction and handed you a pen. You grimaced at the sight of it but set to work, quietly filling out the forms one by one and handing each of them to Sugawara after so he could log them into his computer.
The forms reminded you of a loan or job application in a lot of ways, asking after your health, your income, your living situation, if you had a criminal record, any previous experience with hybrids etc. It took you quite a while to fill them all out, and by the end of it your wrist was sore and you’d signed your name more times than you cared to remember. However, since Sugawara had been filling in as you went you didn’t have to wait long to move on to the next step.
“Congratulations,” he told you with an amused smile, watching as you massaged your wrist, “You’ve been approved to adopt from our center, which means we now get to the fun part.”
“Fun part?” you questioned a little warily, having learned from Suna that a cat hybrid smiling at you didn’t necessarily mean good things for your sanity.
“Tell me about what kind of hybrid you’d like,” he told you leaning forward, elbows braced on the desk as he watched you intently, “Do you have any preferences? I’ve read all your information as we’ve gone along so I have some ideas, but I’d like to hear from you what you think you want.”
“I’m not sure where to start,” you admitted, feeling a little overwhelmed.
“That’s alright,” he assured you, “That’s what I’m here for. Let’s start with species, that’s always good and will narrow things down a bit.”
“I know I want a cat or dog hybrid,” you told him immediately glad to have some kind of answer for him, “Rabbit and rodent hybrids have heats and ruts too often for me to handle given how busy work keeps me.”
Heats and ruts were one of the big things that separated hybrids from humans and were part of the reason it was hard for them to find and hold down jobs. There were two kinds of hybrid within each species, alphas and omegas.
Alphas were usually more aggressive, stubborn, and willful. You needed to have a more dominant personality to have an alpha hybrid otherwise they’d walk all over you. Alphas also had a period called a rut, where their hormones skyrocketed and made them want to breed with anything and everything. It was a really uncomfortable time for them, and made them even more aggressive.
Omegas were generally more passive, quiet and compliant. They tended to be favored over Alpha hybrids as companions because of their more docile nature. They had periods called heats, which were similar to an Alphas rut, the only difference being they wanted to be bred rather than to breed. It made them needy and clingy the entire time.
Both heats and ruts lasted anywhere from a couple of days to a week depending on the species of hybrid. Dogs and cats had week long heats, but they only happened two to three times a year, whereas rabbit and rodent hybrids only lasted a few days, but happened every week and a half to two weeks.
You knew it wasn’t necessarily expected for a hybrid owner to stay home when their hybrid was in heat or rut, but you also knew it was those times that hybrids tended to be more reckless. Most of the research you did advised that you should if you could, even if you weren’t the one who was going to be sexually intimate with your hybrid. There were of course hybrid heat centers, where hybrids could go to find willing partners and get their needs taken care of, but you’d heard horror stories about places like that and didn’t want to use one unless you absolutely had to.
“There are medications to manage heats and ruts,” Sugawara pointed out reasonably, a slight frown on his face.
“I know,” you agreed, “But I did some research and it looks like most hybrids don’t like to take them because they have nasty side effects, like potential infertility, mood drops, and weight gain. If there’s a rodent or rabbit hybrid that wants to voluntarily take the medication then that could be fine, but I’ve heard only a few ever want to risk it.”
Sugawara looked surprised for a moment, then slowly nodded, “It’s good you’ve looked into things, and it’s nice to see someone who’s come prepared. I’ve heard a bit of that too, so no rabbits or rodents. Do you have any preference Alpha versus Omega?”
“Not really,” you admitted with a helpless shrug, feeling a little bad for not being able to narrow down the criteria for him, “I’m pretty open so long as they can fit into my lifestyle, are a little more independent, and think they’ll get along with me.”
“Well you’ll at least have lots of options,” Sugwara assured you, with a smile that told you he wasn’t off put by the fact that you didn’t know exactly what you wanted either, “Does that mean you don’t have a preference for breed either?”
“That’s right,” you agreed with a firm nod, “I just want someone who’s going to be compatible with me, everything else is secondary.”
“Okay,” he told you cheerfully, “I’m sure we can do that! Though it might take us a little bit to narrow things down. Since you aren’t picky you might as well come with me to start looking. Daichi can you manage the desk on your own?”
“Sure,” the german shepherd hybrid agreed, from where he’d been sitting quietly, keeping watch over the two of you and typing away on his computer, since there was literally no one else in the lobby, “Just keep a radio on you so I can call you back up here if it gets busy Suga.”
Your soon to be guide agreed with a smile, plucking one of the aforementioned radios up and attaching it to his belt, before standing up from the desk. He stretched in a very feline manner, then ushered you towards a door that led toward the back of the building, tail swishing peacefully behind him.
“Each species of hybrid has its own floor,” Sugawara explained as he led you through the hall, “Bunnies are on the top floor, rodents underneath them, cats on the second floor and dogs here on the first. Each floor has four separate wings, separated into categories depending on whether the hybrid in question is male or female, alpha or omega. These wings have private rooms in them and are connected by a shared space.”
“We’ll be going into the shared space,” he explained pausing outside one of the doors, “It’s where hybrids come both to hang out, and to meet people. If a hybrid isn’t interested in being adopted by a specific human they’ll simply return to their rooms until the human leaves. This way we ensure that no one gets coerced into adoption. We also keep a close eye on things with security cameras in the shared space, for both the safety of humans and hybrids. Before we enter the room, I need you to give me verbal consent to allow yourself to be filmed.”
“That’s fine,” you told him, more than a bit impressed with how thorough and organized the whole thing was, along with the lengths they went to, to ensure everyone’s comfort.
“Alright then, let’s introduce you to the dogs,” he teased, with a confident smile.
The minute the door opened, almost every head turned in your direction, making you feel a bit awkward and unsure. Some of the hybrids were in their human forms, ears and tails the only hint of their non-human status, while others were lounging around in their secondary animal form.
The animal form of a hybrid was indistinguishable from a normal animal of the same breed. The only thing that might give it away was the high level of intelligence. Your research told you that hybrids tended to act more on their instincts when in animal form, which could be both a good thing and a bad thing.
Case in point, the minute you entered with Sugawara one enormous grey and white speckled dog came bounding over barking his head off. He was absolutely huge, and only the madly wagging tail kept you from cringing back as he charged over, his barking immediately setting off a few of the others.
You got the wind knocked out of you a bit as he collided with you, though thankfully the door was behind you, and kept you from being knocked off your feet as he placed enormous paws on your shoulders, burying his face in your hair and sniffing enthusiastically. You froze, unsure exactly what to do in this situation, and more than a bit uncomfortable.
Luckily Sugawara immediately came to your rescue, shoving the big dog off as he scolded, “Bokuto! What have I told you about jumping up on our guests!”
The big dog immediately began to whine, tail tucked between his legs, and you wanted to feel bad for him, except you were still a bit unnerved.
“Sorry about him,” Sugawara apologized with a sigh, “He’s harmless I promise, just incredibly enthusiastic about new people.”
“It’s okay,” you assured him, hesitantly reaching out to Bokuto palms first to see if he might be interested, only to have him turn away. Unsure what to do you glanced at Sugawara, whose tail was swishing in clear agitation.
“Ignore him,” the silver haired cat hybrid told you, “He’s just sulking because he got scolded. In fact, better yet ignore all of them, since they can’t stop being rude and barking.”
This last bit, along with the fierce glare that accompanied it was leveled at the room in general, earning some sheepish looks from a couple of the dog hybrids who were in human form, and managing to quiet several of the barking ones who were in animal form.
“Come on,” he urged with one last flick of his tail, “I should’ve started you with the cats anyway. You seem like a cat person to me, and I assure you they’ll have much better manners. If you don’t find what you’re looking for there, we’ll come back, but let’s explore the cat option first and give them time to recall their manners.”
You allowed him to usher you out of the room and toward the elevator, trusting his judgment. It was funny that he’d said you were a cat person, as he was actually the third cat hybrid to have told you so, Suna being one and the Siamese hybrid of one of your coworkers being the other.
It took you less than a minute to get up to the next floor, and when Sugawara ushered you into the cat hybrid room you could immediately feel the difference. There was no noise for one, just a bunch of curious eyes turned in your direction, but it didn’t feel hostile at all.
Sugawara quickly introduced you to the cat hybrids, telling them you’d come to adopt and had ‘just been slobbered all over by the dog hybrids’ so if they could all ‘mind their manners’ that would be great. You were a little amused at the exasperated hybrid’s antics, and you weren’t the only one, if the quiet snickering from a hybrid with particularly messy hair was any indication. However you were also grateful to him for being so diligent as he introduced you to everyone.
Slowly, several cat hybrids meandered up to you, some in human form, some in cat form, though some also stayed in place clearly observing everything. You chatted lightly with the ones in human form, while letting the ones in cat form do as they pleased, answering their questions and asking a few of your own.
It was a much more relaxed experience, something you were infinitely grateful for after the sudden chaos of the dog hybrid room, and you had to wonder if the cat hybrids who’d pegged you as a cat person hadn’t been right after all. You were in the middle of quietly talking to a lovely female alpha hybrid named Shimizu when Sugawara’s radio blared to life. Apparently, the front had gotten rather busy and Daichi desperately needed his help.
“Will you be alright if I leave you here?” Sugawara asked you seriously, “This shouldn’t take too long, and Shimizu is more than capable of looking after you.”
“Sure,” you agreed, after a quick glance at the hybrid in question, who gave an acknowledging nod of her head, “I don’t mind.”
“Good,” he agreed with a bright grin, before rounding on the rest of the room, “And all the rest of you better behave or I’ll hear why!”
With one last warning glare around the room he turned on his heel and left, leaving you in Shimizu’s capable hands. The two of you continued to talk amiably as several cat hybrids came by in one form or another to sniff at you or listen in on the conversation from nearby. A number of them only came over for a few minutes, lingered a bit and then left, spreading back out to the room or going into the hallways that led to their private rooms, however a good chunk of them stayed nearby as well.
Chatting lightly with Shimizu and a few of the others you found you really liked the poised and graceful cat hybrid and might’ve looked into adopting her. Unfortunately, Shimizu quickly made it clear that she had some plans of her own, that included getting herself and her young and adorable munchkin kitten hybrid Yachi adopted by one of their frequent visitors.
She was however, more than happy to give her own opinion on some of the other hybrids around, most of whom seemed to respect both her and her opinion a lot. You were listening to Shimizu tell you a bit more about Yachi, who was watching from a safe distance, clearly anxious, but also unwilling to leave, when you felt something paw at your leg.
A quick glance down revealed a long haired fluffy looking cat, in shades of silver and white who was staring up at you expectantly. None of the other cat hybrids had actually dared to touch you, a few coming close, but none making actual moves to greet you.
A little intrigued you crouched down so you’d be closer to his eye level, and extended your hands for him the same way you did for Suna when he was in his cat form, giving him a choice about whether he wanted to be touched or not. The cat hybrid eyed your hands thoughtfully for a minute, before sauntering within reach, nudging his head against your palm.
Taking your cue you allowed yourself to pet him, gently rubbing at his silky ears and enjoying the feeling of his thick, plush coat. His back arched pressing closer into your hands, eyelids lowering in contentment as you carefully massaged your fingers through his fur in a way you knew Suna enjoyed.
A rumbling purr escaped his throat and you couldn’t help the pleased smile that crossed your lips at the sound as he pressed his way closer to your torso, entering the circle of your arms and keeping himself there. You were caught up in petting him for a moment and didn’t immediately notice, but after a few seconds you realized the room had gotten very quiet.
It had been quiet before, as cat hybrids didn’t make a lot of noise in general, but now it was almost deathly still outside the small purring sounds from the cat under your hands. You immediately froze and glanced up at Kiyoko who was watching the two of you with wide eyes.
“Is something wrong?” you asked, more than a bit concerned.
“You pet him,” Shimizu murmured, more to herself than to you.
“Should I not have?” you asked worriedly, moving to pull your hands away, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize. I pet my neighbor’s cat hybrid all the time when he’s in the mood for it.”
The cat hybrid under your hands made a noise of protest as you pulled your hands away, giving Shimizu what you assumed to be a rather annoyed look based on her baffled and slightly contrite expression.
“No,” she assured you quickly, “We like to be pet, physical affection is important to hybrids. It’s just that particular one doesn’t usually allow anyone to touch him.”
“Do you mind?” you asked the hybrid in question, holding out your hands again.
He gave an agreeing mew and pressed his head to your palm, which you assumed meant you could resume petting. The fur under your fingers was clearly well taken care of, soft and plush and you truly wouldn’t have minded continuing to pet him until he got sick of you.
However, you were interrupted by a furious yowling sound that immediately made you jump, your head snapping up to search for the source of the noise. It turned out to be another long haired fluffy cat, this one in shades of gold and white who came charging out of the halls and ran straight at you.
You didn’t even have a second to react as the cat that had been in your arms darted around to hide behind you. Not that it stopped the oncoming golden one who didn’t even bother to go around and instead went right over you, claws digging into your arm as he attempted to get at the silver one.
You let out a yelp of surprise and pain, as he launched himself off your shoulder at the silver cat behind you who immediately darted out of reach, running around you in dizzying circles with the golden one fast on his heels both of them yowling, hissing and spitting, clearly having some kind of argument.
It only took a moment for you to regain your bearings and decide you needed to put an end to whatever this was, since poor Shimizu didn’t look at all ready to step in, an utterly appalled look on her face. Luckily you had quick reflexes and managed to snag both cats around the middle and stand up quickly, the abrupt shift immediately silencing both, no doubt shocked by your interruption.
“I think that’s quite enough of that,” you scolded firmly, as you hefted the two carefully, keeping them firmly separated. They were a bit heavier than they looked but certainly not too much for you to keep aloft.
“You,” you scolded the golden one, gently shaking him, who had turned to stare up at you with wide copper colored eyes, “I don’t know what he did to you or why, but I’m sure whatever it was could’ve been resolved without the ruckus. I also don’t appreciate being climbed on or used as a spring board.
“And you,” you gently shook the silver one in turn, who looked equally surprised to be addressed, “I’m not sure if he deserved whatever you did or not, but you shouldn’t have been causing a ruckus either, and I don’t appreciate you using me as a shield.”
“From what I understand, in order to be here you have to be considered adults,” you continued firmly, “So I suggest you act like it, and figure this out between yourselves without dragging innocent bystanders into your mess!”
With that you loosened your grip, fully expecting both of them to jump to the floor. However, both continued to simply hang limply in your grasp, watching you with curious eyes that you realized rather abruptly were almost completely identical.
“Siblings huh?” you asked no one in particular, nodding to yourself, “I suppose that explains a lot.”
“Are you alright?” Shimizu asked you worriedly, “You’re bleeding.”
A quick glance at your arm showed you were indeed bleeding, small pinpricks of blood welling up from where the golden cat had dug his claws into you. It stung a bit, but you didn’t think it was too bad.
“I’m alright,” you assured her, kneeling down and releasing both cats, since they seemed disinclined to continue fighting, and you wanted your hands free, “Though I’d appreciate some disinfectant and some band aids if you’ve got them.”
“Of course,” Shimizu assured you with a quick nod, “Just let me get them and I’ll be right back.”
The elegant hybrid moved with enviable grace and speed as she exited the room, leaving you alone. A quick look around the room showed that almost every eye was now on you, and you heaved a sigh, not exactly pleased to be the center of attention, especially since none of them did anything but stare, none of them bothering to approach, just look.
You glanced down in surprise when you felt something touching your leg, only to find the golden cat headbutting your shin, rubbing his face against your calf affectionately as he twined his way through your legs.
“Does that mean you’re sorry,” you asked, crouching back down and offering your hands to the pretty, fluffy cat.
He immediately rubbed his face against your hands too, which you took as permission to continue your petting, rubbing your hand affectionately over his head and earning a happy purr from the feline who arched happily into your hands.
You were distracted from your petting by a paw, which came to rest on one of your wrists, the silver cat watching with obvious envy in his pretty copper colored eyes. Luckily for both of you, you had two hands, and you reached out to pet him too after assuring it was okay. The golden cat clearly wasn’t too happy about his brother’s presence, but didn’t kick up a fuss, instead pressing himself closer and becoming more insistent as he purred ever louder. The silver cat didn’t seemed to pay him any attention though, simply soaking up your attention and affection.
“Here,” Shimizu offered as she came back, first aid kit in hand, “Do you need any help getting bandaged up?”
You were about to accept her offer, as attempting to bandage your dominant arm was always a pain, when you felt something strange under your hand. You turned your attention back to the cat hybrids you’d been petting just in time to see the silver one shift, form becoming large, limbs extending, body lengthening and bulking up until he stood in front of you in human form.
You blinked, utterly startled as you stared up at him, taking in his appearance. He was incredibly handsome in his human form, with the same silvery grey hair as his fur in cat form in an undercut and bright bronze eyes that peered out at you from under heavy lids. He had a strong, slightly square jaw and thick eyebrows, with blunt cheekbones and cupids bow lips.
He was also surprisingly big, at least six feet tall, and maybe a bit more than that, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt that clung to his chest, showing off the definition of his muscles. To top it all off he had two cat ears poking out from his silvery hair and a fluffy tail that was slowly waving back and forth as he looked at you.
“I’ll do it,” he told the two of you, his voice pleasant and lightly accented, his hand held out to Kiyoko gesturing for her to pass him the first aid kit, “I’ll bandage ya up. It’s only fair since the moron who scratched ya is too busy bein’ pampered.”
That earned a hiss from the golden cat, who immediately began to shift under your hands. You watched in surprise and no small amount of awe as he turned into a carbon copy of the other man who’d appeared, only with golden hair, ears and tail. You’d realized the two were related, but you hadn’t realized they were identical twins. Twins were really rare for hybrids, even more rare than human twins. As such they were usually snapped up for adoption right away, so it was rare to see them in any sort of center.
“If ya hadn’t stolen my puddin’ I wouldn’t have chased ya and scratched her in the first place,” the golden cat hybrid hissed at his brother.
“Well if ya hadn’t eaten my onigiri, maybe I wouldn’t have had to eat yer puddin’” the silver haired one retorted, his tone and expression both flatter compared to his sibling who looked like he might lunge at his twin at any moment.
Not wanting to get in the middle of a literal cat fight you held your own hand out to Kiyoko, who gratefully placed the first aid kit in your hands, then plopped down to sit cross legged on the floor. Your sudden movement startled both cat hybrids who turned to look at you, but you pointedly ignored them as you worked on opening the kit, and pulling out the things you’d need.
“Here I got it,” the golden haired one told you, plopping down beside you, “That scrub ain’t right about a lot of things, but he is right about this. I scratched ya, and I should fix ya.”
You gratefully held your arm out to him, and watched as he gently dabbed the scratches with disinfectant, grimacing slightly at the sting. You were distracted enough by his careful movements that you almost didn’t notice the other twin, right up until he gently smeared Neosporin over the scratches, placing small bandages over the deeper punctures.
“Thank you,” you told them both when they finished, automatically reaching up to pet their heads, but then pausing as you realized the gesture might not be as welcome in their human form.
Your worries were quickly allayed through as the golden one practically fell into your palm, soft, happy purring noises leaving his mouth as you gently scratched the base of his ears. His twin however didn’t immediately move for you, and you turned concerned eyes on him, worried he might be offended. The minute he saw you looking though he immediately leaned forward, pressing his head to your palm, his own soft purrs leaving his throat as you carded your fingers through his hair.
“I’m back,” a familiar voice sang, the door to the room sliding open to reveal Sugawara, with a cheerful grin on his face, a grin that was immediately replaced by wide eyed shock as he saw you and the two hybrids who were nearly in your lap with how close they were pressing towards you.
However, shock melted into fury as his eyes saw the open first aid kit and the bandages on your arm, his words nearly a hiss as he demanded, “What happened?!”
Both hybrids immediately stiffened under your hands, drawing closer to you, either looking to protect you or looking for protection you weren’t sure. Either way you allowed it, rubbing your hands over the backs of their necks in a way that always seemed to sooth Suna as you answered, “We just had a bit of a mishap is all, but we’ve cleared it up.”
“Are you sure?” Sugawara demanded anxiously, “We were told when they were brought in that they’d had a bit of trouble before, but they never mentioned that they might attack humans.”
The golden-haired twin seemed to bristle, and if he were in cat form you were sure all his fur would be puffed out as he glared at Sugawara. His twin didn’t look nearly as bothered on the surface, but close as you were, you could see how tight the muscles in his neck and shoulders were as if he was about to spring forward at any moment.
Instinctively you pulled the golden twin toward you, tipping him over into your lap. Despite his size it wasn’t all that difficult given he’d been practically leaning all his weight on you. He let out a yelp of surprise, but stayed still as you buried your fingers in his hair, keeping his cheek pillowed on your thigh. Your other hand gently squeezed the back of the silver twin’s neck, both holding him still and reminding him of your presence.
“It wasn’t an attack, simply an accident,” you assured Sugawara, as you soothed your thumb over the tense muscles of the silver one’s neck, hoping to get him to relax, “A bit like what happened with the dog hybrid earlier.”
“If you’re sure,” Sugawara told you, watching your pet the twins with wide eyes, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, “Does that mean you’ve decided to take them then? I know you were a little worried about adopting one hybrid so I never imagined you’d want two at once.”
“What?” you asked, a little overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of information, and the assumption he’d made.
“You’d have to take both of them,” Sugawara explained gently, “Admittedly sometimes twins are separated, but we don’t do that unless they want to be separated, and in this case both of them have stated they want to stay together.”
“That makes sense,” you agreed, with a smile. It was good that the center accommodated things like that, and you made a mental note to thank Ojirou for directing you to such an upstanding place.
“Should I get paperwork started?” Sugawara asked, with an answering smile, “If you’re taking the twins it will take a bit more work than usual, so I’d like to get started right away. No pressure though, you don’t have to make a decision today if you don’t want to.”
“I hadn’t really thought about adopting them,” you admitted, and felt both twins stiffen under your hands, so hurried to reassure them, “We haven’t had a chance to chat much yet. I’d like to talk to them a little bit first before we make any decisions.”
“Of course,” the kindly hybrid agreed with an understanding nod, “We’ll give the three of you some space and let you get to know one another a bit better.”
“Thank you,” you told him politely, waiting until he’d ushered Kiyoko a little bit away, clearly trying to give you some sense of privacy despite the fact that they were still well within earshot for hybrids, and likely interrogate the elegant female about what exactly had happened while he was gone.
“Do ya not want us,” the golden haired one asked you, once the two were gone, rolling over in your lap to peer up at you with wide copper eyes, the hint of a pout on his lips, and a little bit of hurt in his eyes.
“I don’t know yet,” you told him honestly, gently stroking his golden hair away from his eyes, “We don’t know each other, yet do we? Do you even know if you want to come with me?”
The two cat hybrids glanced at each other, clearly communicating silently with each other for a moment before turning back to you. The golden haired one had apparently been elected spokesperson because he was the one to admit, “We wouldn’t mind goin’ home with ya.”
“But you don’t even know my name, do you? And I don’t know yours either,” you pointed out, utterly baffled that they’d apparently already decided.
“I heard mister pleasant over there when he introduced ya,” the silver haired one told you with a shrug, “But if it matters so much to ya, I’m Miya Osamu and he’s Atsumu.”
“I can introduce myself ya know,” the golden haired on hissed, doing his best to glare at his brother, though you were sure the effect was entirely lost considering he was apparently refusing to move from your lap and was upside down, “And I didn’t get to hear yer name.”
“That’s because ya were sulkin’ in our room,” Osamu pointed out.
“And whose fault is that huh?” Atsumu demanded with a grimace.
“Yer own,” Osamu countered, looking utterly bored as he peered down at his brother. Atsumu made to lunge out of your lap, but was stopped by your hand pressed firmly to his forehead holding him in place. You took advantage of his moment of distraction to introduce yourself, gently rubbing behind his ears until he started purring again.
“And ya wonder why we want to go with ya,” Osamu told you sardonically, watching the two of you, “I ain’t ever seen anybody who could get ahold of Tsumu like that.”
“Do the two of you always squabble like that?” you asked, a little amused and a little concerned, “If I didn’t know better I would’ve thought one of you was a dog hybrid with how well you’re getting along right now.”
“It ain’t always so bad,” Osamu told you, turning his face away though you thought you saw the faintest hint of pink to his cheeks, “We’re just a little restless is all. We haven’t been here long so it’s just new, not as much freedom as we’re used to either bein’ cooped up for most of the day.”
“Surely they let you out if you want out,” you questioned, a little appalled that the center might be keeping hybrids like prisoners.
“Well sure,” Osamu answered turning back to you, his head tilted to the side as he studied you, “But there are only so many places a hybrid is allowed without an owner ya know.”
You winced slightly at the blunt statement, but couldn’t refute it. The law stated that all hybrids had to have a registered owner, and it was then up to that owner to set limits on the hybrid, about where they could go and what they could do. This was because if the hybrid caused any trouble, it was always on its owner to take responsibility which made things quite limited for them at times. There were lobbyists working to change that of course, as it was viewed as inhumane, but for now the law was the law.
“Did you have more freedom before here then?” you asked curiously, “I’ve heard this place is pretty good.”
“It’s not bad,” Atsumu piped in, his voice content and rumbly as he turned languid eyes in your direction, clearly not wanting to be left out of the conversation, “Better than the first center we were at when we first went up for adoption.”
“So you’ve been adopted before? Or did you just get moved from one of the other centers?” you asked curiously, only to have Atsumu go absolutely rigid under your hands as Osamu hissed at him, clearly angry with his brother, who’d apparently revealed something he shouldn’t if the way he shrank away instead of hissing back said anything.
You glanced between the two of them warily, unsure what to do as Atsumu pulled himself out of your lap so he could look at Osamu. The two of them were clearly communicating, both their tails swishing back and forth in clear agitation.
“We had an owner,” Osamu admitted at last, his words clearly careful as he peered at you from underneath the fringe of his hair, “But we didn’t get along with him so he surrendered us ta the shelter again and they sent us here.”
A part of you really wanted to ask why exactly they hadn’t gotten along with their old owner, but given the way Atsumu was refusing to meet your eyes, his nails practically digging into his thighs where he sat next to you, you got the feeling it would be kinder not to. Instead you carefully redirected the conversation back on topic and asked, “And what makes you think you’ll get along better with me than your previous owner?”
“Yer nothin’ like him,” Osamu told you bluntly, effectively shutting that avenue of conversation down.
“If you say so,” you told him calmly, holding his gaze until he glanced away, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
It was clearly a sensitive topic, and you didn’t want to push. You’d just met the two of them today after all, you certainly wouldn’t have liked it if they tried to pry into your past, fair was fair after all.
“What do you picture yourselves doing all day?” you asked instead, figuring you might as well.
“Doing?” Atsumu repeated confused, tilting his head in a manner that you couldn’t help but find rather adorable.
“I’ll be at work most of the day during the week,” you explained patiently, “Which means you’ll be by yourselves for quite a bit of time. You’d be more than welcome to laze around if you really wanted to, but I figured I’d ask.”
“What kind of things are we allowed to do?” Osamu asked slowly, a strange look on his face that you couldn’t quite interpret.
“Anything within reason,” you told him with a helpless shrug, “I have money, it’s not an issue, so long as it’s legal, and doesn’t have the potential to hurt me, you or anyone else then I see no reason to place restrictions. My neighbor has a dog-hybrid who works a small rice farm that Ojirou bought him, but his cat-hybrid Suna spends most of his time either lounging around their apartment or playing sports with some of the other hybrids who live in the neighborhood.”
“Which sport?” Atsumu asked, eyes bright, all hesitation forgotten in the face of this new information.
“Volleyball I think,” you told him with a shrug, “Ojirou and I have gone to watch a few games, though I don’t think it’s just volleyball either.”
If Atsumu had been a dog-hybrid you were sure his tail would’ve been wagging a hundred miles an hour with how eager he looked, copper eyes bright in his face as he told you, “I like volleyball. Do you think he’d let me play?”
“You’d have to take it up with Suna, but I don’t see why he wouldn’t,” you admitted cautiously, earning a happy smile from the hybrid.
“What about you Osamu?” you prompted gently, “Do you play too, or is there something else you’re interested in?”
The silver furred hybrid looked startled to be addressed, but then slowly admitted, “I like to cook.”
“That’s amazing,” you praised, “I live on take out a lot of the time, unless I’m headed over to Ojirou’s or Kita, his dog-hybrid makes an extra bento for me. I really should cook more, but I tend to be on the go a lot and don’t want to dedicate the time.”
“It’s a bit of a shame though,” you admitted, feeling more than a bit sheepish, “One of the best features of my apartment is the kitchen and I hardly ever use it.”
You continued to chat lightly with the twins learning quite a bit about the two of them in the process. Atsumu was definitely the louder twin, always eager and a bit blunt with his words, always saying the first thing that came to mind. Osamu was quieter than his twin, letting his golden furred brother do most of the talking for the two of them. He wasn’t necessarily shy per se, and would answer when spoken to, but he seemed content for the most part to quietly observe before adding his two cents in.
The two of them together were utterly charming, which made you wonder just how they hadn’t been adopted yet. You were fairly sure it must have something to do with the reason they’d been returned to their adoption center, though for the life of you, you couldn’t guess what that reason might’ve been.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Sugawara cut in gently, interrupting Atsumu telling you all about the last volleyball game he’d played in, “But the center is closing to visitors in a few minutes.”
“I’m sorry,” you apologized immediately, hurriedly scrambling to your feet, feeling more than a bit guilty, “I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten.”
“That’s alright,” Sugawara assured you with a kind smile, “It sounds like the three of you are getting along well.”
“I think so,” you admitted, glancing at the twins who’d both risen to their feet as well, both of them far more graceful than you could ever hope to be.
Both of them were watching you, Atsumu with tentative hope clear on his face, and Osamu completely unreadable except for the agitated twitch of his tail which told you he wasn’t pleased your conversation had been interrupted.
“I’m glad,” Sugawara told you, “Do we have any kind of decision made?”
“I…” you started glancing between the twins, who were both looking at you. Gut instinct meant you wanted to say yes. You’d gotten along well and you thought you might continue to enjoy one another’s company. They seemed like they’d slot into your life pretty easily. However you were still a bit hesitant. Adopting one hybrid had seemed like a big deal, but adopting two?
Plus you’d only met them today. Maybe you were being overly cautious but a single day didn’t seem like nearly enough time to get to know someone before inviting them to live with you, no matter how much your heart urged you to say yes.
“Actually, it doesn’t matter,” Sugawara interrupted, an apologetic expression on his face, pulling you from your thoughts as he explained, “We wouldn’t have time to finish the paperwork before it’s time to close, so you wouldn’t be able to take them home with you anyway, not today at least.”
“But…!” Atsumu tried to protest, but quelled as Sugawara shot him a stern look.
“I think that it will be good for all of you to sleep on your decision,” the cat-hybrid told all three of you firmly, gently beginning to usher you from the room, before telling you, “You can come back tomorrow if you like. We’re open at the same times then.”
“Alright,” you agreed, following after him without a fuss, only to pause in your tracks at a heartbreaking mewling sound.
You turned around to see Atsumu staring after you with devastation written all over his handsome features, his hand outstretched like he was trying to reach out and physically stop you from leaving. Before you’d really thought about it your feet had carried you back, and you’d pulled the hybrid into your arms.
Atsumu clutched you tightly, burying his face in your neck and rubbing his cheek against yours in a move you recognized as scenting. You let him do as he pleased without protest, gently running your fingers through his soft golden hair. However, you were conscious of Sugawara waiting for you, so you gently extracted yourself after a few minutes.
Turning you saw Osamu watching you with an unreadable expression on his face, but you stepped toward him, offering your open arms anyway, waiting patiently. You were rewarded for that patience as he stepped into your hold, nuzzling at you the same way his twin had on the opposite side.
“I’ll come back,” you found yourself promising, “I have work tomorrow, but after I’ll be here.”
Osamu drew back and peered into your face, copper eyes boring into your own, clearly searching for something before nodding, “We’ll hold ya to that.”
You let Sugawara usher you out after that, but found yourself tearing up a bit as you followed after him. You desperately didn’t want to leave the twins behind. Somehow, someway you’d gotten terribly attached to them in just a few short hours.
Your sniffling apparently caught Sugawara’s attention, because he turned around and hurriedly fumbled a packet of tissues from one of his pockets.
“I’m sorry,” he told you apologetically, “I thought maybe you wanted more time to think things over. We can still do paperwork tonight if you want I don’t mind staying a bit late.”
You looked at him, startled that he’d apparently picked up on your hesitation as you gratefully accepted the tissues, dabbing at your eyes and blowing your nose before replying, “No, no you’re right. It’s not a decision I should make impulsively. I do want to think it over I just…”
You trailed off helplessly, unsure what to say or how to explain that you’d gotten incredibly attached and were currently having a crisis as your head and heart were at war with each other. However, Sugawara apparently understood as he nodded in clear sympathy.
“Don’t worry,” he assured you, “That’s completely understandable, adopting a hybrid is no small thing. Those troublesome twins will still be here waiting for you tomorrow, so take all the time you need to think it over.”
“I will,” you told him, then tacked on sincerely, “Thank you, for all your help today. I really appreciate it.”
“It’s my pleasure,” he told you with a bright, pleased smile as he walked you to the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
“See you tomorrow,” you agreed with a smile, letting yourself out and heading back for your car.
The drive home your thoughts were absolutely full of the twins, and what it might be like to have them with you. Your heart and your mind were at war with one another, your heart desperate to run back to the center as soon as it opened in the morning for the cat hybrids, and your head worrying about what it might mean to have both of them and why they’d been returned to the center by their previous owner.
You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you almost didn’t notice Suna as you walked passed Ojirou’s door, headed to your own.
“What is that?” Suna demanded, his voice making you pause in your tracks.
“What is what?” you asked him baffled as he strode toward you nose in the air, clearly picking up something.
“You smell like hybrid,” he informed you his tone accusatory, watching you with narrowed golden eyes.
“Do I?” you asked mildly.
“You do,” he affirmed, “Doesn’t she Kita?”
“Doesn’t she what?” the collie hybrid asked, emerging from somewhere deeper in the apartment.
“Smell like hybrid,” Suna explained, his tail twitching languidly behind him and eyes alight with interest.
“You do,” Kita agreed, after carefully scenting the air, “Two of them actually.”
“Really?” Suna asked, clearly surprised, moving closer to sniff at you again, “You sure?”
You held still, too used to his behavior to be bothered by it, partly amused and partly annoyed at the cat hybrid who was clearly digging for information.
“Yes I’m sure,” Kita told him calmly, “They’re very similar, but there.”
“They’re identical twins,” you explained, figuring the jig was up anyway, and hoping maybe Ojirou or Kita would have some advice that might help you with your quandary.
“Ho?” Suna asked a purr of interest in his voice as he inhaled and nodded to himself, then asked slyly, “And what were you doing with these twins to have their scent on you so thoroughly?”
“Is Ojirou home?” you asked Kita, completely ignoring Suna’s question, earning a chuckle of amusement from the Siamese.
“He’s here,” Kita agreed, “Did you need to speak with him?”
“Both of you, if you have a minute?” you questioned hopefully.
“For you? Always,” Kita assured you kindly ushering you in.
“Oya, I think I’m hurt,” Suna told you as he followed along behind, a feline smirk on his face, “What about me? Don’t you want my advice too? After all they’re cat hybrids aren’t they?”
“They are,” you agreed with a huff as you plopped into your normal chair, “But are you going to give me good advice, or are you going to say whatever you think will be most amusing for you?”
“What’s this about cat-hybrids?” Ojirou asked, emerging from the hallway, where Kita had gone to fetch him.
“She’s thinking about adopting twin cat-hybrids,” Suna informed him before you had the chance to speak up, smug as the cat who got the canary.
“Are you really?” Ojirou questioned with a grin, taking his own seat.
“Yes,” you agreed, shooting the smug Siamese a look for interrupting and stealing your thunder, “I went to that adoption center you recommended today.”
“That’s great,” Ojirou told you, leaning forward in his chair eagerly, “How did it go?”
You explained your meeting with the twins, happily accepting the drink Kita pressed into your hands, which was your favorite, as the collie hybrid got everyone settled and then settled in himself to listen. You talked about how much you liked them, but your wariness about getting not one but two hybrids, and the strange issue with them having a previous owner and being so cagey about it.
“I can see why you’re wary about used goods,” Suna noted.
“Don’t call them that,” you snapped, despite the fact that you could hear the tinge of sarcasm in his voice and knew he didn’t really mean it, unable to help yourself, “people aren’t like items, and shouldn’t be treated like them.”
“She’s right,” Kita told the Siamese sternly, “Even as a joke, that was a rude way to refer to them.”
Suna slouched in his seat, looking thoroughly chastised as he admitted, “I know you don’t see them like that. You’ve always treated us just like normal people.”
“That’s because you are just like normal people,” you told him, stroking your fingers through his hair to let him know you forgave him, “Just with enhanced senses and a different set of instincts at times.”
“I don’t know why you think you need our advice,” Ojirou pointed out reasonably, “It sounds like you’ve pretty much already made up your mind, you clearly adore them already.”
“It’s just a lot,” you admitted, “Do you think I can handle twin hybrids? Especially since I’ve never even had one before? I mean, I’m not like you, none of my family ever had one growing up, and the only ones I really know are Kita, Suna, and a couple that come into the office with Tendou from time to time.”
“We’re not exactly children,” Kita reasoned, logically, “We don’t actually require all that much care outside of the basics, which I know you’re monetarily able to provide, and companionship, which is the whole reason you decided to seek out a hybrid in the first place. One or two, does it really matter? It might even be better as they’ll be able to keep each other company if they get lonely when you’re gone, and I see no reason we can’t help you look after them too.”
“You’d do that?” you asked the collie hybrid, surprised.
“Of course,” he agreed with a tiny smile, “We’re friends are we not?”
You smiled at him, touched, and extremely reassured by his ever cool logic. It did make sense, and quelled some of your worries, plus knowing the extremely reliable hybrid would help you out if you needed it was incredibly comforting.
“I wouldn’t worry about them being returned to their center,” Suna told you, surprisingly serious, “Hybrids get returned for all sorts of reasons, but most of the time its owner incompatibility rather than behavioral issues. Plus that center wouldn’t let you adopt them if they thought they’d give you trouble.”
“But Sugawara did say they’d heard the twins gave someone trouble,” you admitted, recalling the conversation with the worried cat-hybrid.
“Yes, but they didn’t give you trouble,” Suna pointed out, “We cat hybrids tend to make up our minds pretty quickly about people. It sounds like they decided they liked you, and unless something really terrible happens they’ll keep liking you, we’re terribly stubborn that way.”
“If you’re really worried you can always ask the center about it,” Ojirou told you, “They keep records, and would probably tell you, especially if it’s a concern about their adoptability.”
“I don’t want to pry into something and lose their trust,” you admitted, even as part of you was incredibly tempted to do just that.
“Then maybe try asking if the center if they think whatever the issue was, will be an issue with you,” Suna reasoned, “And if they say no then let it lie and adopt them, and if they say maybe or yes, then tell the twins you can’t accept them if they can’t tell you what the issue was.”
“That seems fair to me,” Kita agreed with a nod, “Just make sure you’re honest and tell them you asked, just in case.”
“Okay,” you agreed, letting out a relieved breath, “Okay that sounds really reasonable to me. It’s just… do you think I’m rushing into this too fast? I mean going to the center today was an impulse.”
“I don’t think so,” Ojirou assured her thoughtfully, “You’ve been thinking about it for a while, haven’t you?”
“She’s put so much thought into it she’s actually over thought it,” Suna interjected wryly before you had a chance to answer.
You made a face at him but couldn’t actually argue. He might have a point about overthinking it. Reassured you spent a good couple hours talking with your neighbor and the two hybrids as they answered more of your questions, and you told them about the twins.
Eventually however you headed home, determined now to get at least a little bit prepared for the arrival of your two new housemates tomorrow. Luckily it wasn’t dirty, but running a load of laundry and doing a little vacuuming never hurt anyone. You didn’t have a whole lot for them and didn’t know what kind of things they might have or need, but hopefully your office with pull out futon and guest bedroom would suffice for now until you could take them shopping.
Falling into bed that night you let yourself feel your excitement for the first time. You were adopting a hybrid, not just one but adorable twin hybrids. You couldn’t wait to bring them home and maybe put an end to your loneliness once and for all.
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Osamu glanced slowly around the room, trying not to look at his twin, the clock, or the doors to the main area of the shared living space the way Atsumu was. Yesterday had been a bit of a revelation. He’d never actually expected to approach the woman who’d shown up looking to adopt. After what happened with their last owner he’d never expected to ever actually want to be adopted again. However, somehow he’d found himself entranced by her, and he had no one but himself to blame.
When he’d initially strolled over, it was because he’d known via his bond to his older twin that he’d finally realized that Osamu had snagged his pudding for himself and was throwing a fit about it. He’d thought that his twin wouldn’t dare make a fuss if he was with a potential owner.
The rules of this place were pretty lax compared to the first center they’d lived in. It allowed them a lot more freedoms. It let them come and go from their rooms as they pleased rather than on a regimented schedule, and allowed them to turn down any potential adopter that they didn’t like, which had felt utterly shocking and unprecedented when he’d first been told about it. They gave them a small allowance they could spend or save as they chose, and even let them deal with their heats and ruts in whatever way they chose, including with other tenants so long as birth control was used.
It honestly felt like heaven compared to the first center they’d been at, and maybe even better than living with their previous owner even before everything had gone to shit. He wasn’t sure he’d even ever wanted to leave, which he’d been assured by several other tenants was also an option if he so desired.
However, the one rule that was the same between both centers was that they weren’t allowed to cause trouble with the humans that came looking to adopt. This was only good sense considering how much the law favored humans in cases of hybrid vs human issues. However, unlike the first center they’d lived, this one at least didn’t threaten to put them down if they misbehaved.
They’d been young back then, everyone in that center was, all of them below the age of twenty-one, because anyone who reached their twenty-second birthday disappeared and was never seen again. Thus he hadn’t known it was actually against the law to kill hybrids, none of them had known and the caretakers had perpetuated the rumor that those who reached twenty-two were killed instead of shipped off to other centers in order to make them that much more desperate to be adopted.
It had made him more than a bit bitter once he’d been with their new owner long enough to learn more about what was and wasn’t allowed when it came to human hybrid interactions. The man had actually found their previous beliefs amusing and had laughed at them more than once for being so naïve.
It was positively galling, and had made his hackles rise more than once. However he’d known better than to lash out and had better impulse control than Atsumu who’d been punished by their previous owner more than once for acting aggressively. Fortunately, Osamu had never liked being made fun of, and spite was a powerful motivator, meaning he’d practically memorized any and all of the laws that had to do with hybrids.
It meant the few times their owner had toed the line with Atsumu’s punishments that he’d been able to cite the law to pull him back, right up until their owner had decided he no longer cared and pushed too far, leading to them being removed from his home and put back up for adoption at this new center.
They had been here for just over a month and while several people had been interested in adopting the ‘rare gold and silver hybrid twins’ he had absolutely refused to engage with any of them. It was probably why that female alpha hybrid had been so shocked when he’d first approached.
He’d fully intended to just use the human to keep Atsumu at bay, right up until she’d crouched down and offered her hands to him and he’d gotten a whiff of her scent. He’d known from the few lessons their ma had bothered to teach them that hybrids relied a lot more on their sense of smell than humans did, and that scent was the basis of the instinct that told them who would be a good mate and who wouldn’t.
He’d originally thought compatibility could only be found with other hybrids, after all he’d met plenty of humans before both when he’d lived in the adoption centers and with his previous owner and never once had he gotten a hint of compatibility with any of them. He thought he could be forgiven for completely losing his head and giving over to his instincts as he caught the scent of the most compatible person he’d ever met.
Her scent was honestly indescribable, and his instincts had him purring within seconds as he tried to rub her scent all over himself. She’d obliged, petting him with fingers that had felt magical, her touch kind and soothing and perfect as she rubbed his ears, carded fingers through his fur and rubbed her hand along his back.
He’d been lost in a dizzy haze of touch and scent and probably would’ve remained that way if not for the fury of his brother, which had jolted him out of it. It had been like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head pulling him from his happy haze and reminding him of the whole reason he’d come up to the human in the first place.
He probably should’ve run off, but hadn’t been able to bring himself to move very far, instead darting around to hide behind her. He’d thought that once Atsumu saw her he’d stop and at least hold off attempting to get vengeance until later, but he’d overestimated his brother again, who was apparently more incensed than he’d guessed about the lost pudding.
Instinct had kicked in and before he’d really thought about it he was running away from his brother, darting around her legs in a game of chase that was both amusing and a bit annoying, especially when he could tell how much it was pissing his brother off, his sibling’s annoyance pulsing down their bond in waves of sparks.
He wasn’t sure how long it would’ve continued, as they’d actually run around like this until someone got tired before, usually Atsumu as he got fed up and didn’t have the patience to keep going. However, he’d suddenly found himself plucked right up into the air.
He’d been amused when she’d scolded Atsumu, though the amusement had faded a bit when she’d decided to scold him too, leaving him feeling properly chastised. He’d been more than a bit pissed off with his brother when he’d realized the nice smelling woman was bleeding because of him, though there’d also been a small frisson of fear, wondering what the consequences would be.
However, to his surprise she hadn’t actually seemed all that angry with either of them. Instead she’d immediately accepted Atsumu’s apologies as his brother, who’d managed to get a lungful of her scent had cuddled up to her. He could feel Atsumu’s deep interest in the human. His brother clearly also scented compatibility with her, which wasn’t surprising given they’d shared almost everything else in their lives.
He’d found himself more than a little bit jealous as he’d watched his brother soak up her attention. It had always been like that to an extent. Atsumu had always been the more outgoing one, the one who attracted attention, who wore his heart on his sleeve and somehow managed to win people over despite his often crass personality. Osamu had always kind of faded into the background as he was much quieter and had better control over his emotions, the silver to his gold, the shadow to his light.
Normally he didn’t mind, but this time being forgotten had stung. They’d always competed with each other, but most of the time he’d been humoring his brother, or simply hadn’t wanted Atsumu to win rather than wanting the prize of winning himself. This time though it had felt like more than that. No way was he going to let his brother steal her all to himself.
Before he’d really thought about it he’d reached out a paw, and to her credit she’d immediately offered him a sweet smile and resumed her wonderful petting. Atsumu hadn’t been pleased, but he hadn’t cared a bit.
It hadn’t surprised him at all that when Shimizu had come back with the first aid kit that Atsumu had insisted on taking over when he’d been the one to offer first. The two of them had continued to quietly compete over her attention as they fixed up her scratches, though he could at least feel his brother’s guilt for inflicting them on her in the first place, which did help sooth some of his annoyance with his older twin.
It was utterly gratifying that even when she had Atsumu literally in the palm of her hand, she’d still looked for him too. He’d tried to shove the feeling down and away, trying to remind himself that neither he nor his brother actually wanted another owner, but found it wasn’t working well. The combination of her scent and her fingers as she massaged her fingers through his hair enough to make him want to curl up in her lap and never leave.
He’d thought they might get in trouble when Sugawara returned. His fellow silver cat-hybrid belonged to the owner of the center, and took his job very seriously. He wouldn’t allow any of them to make trouble, and while he respected him, and admittedly envied him a bit for the clear trusting and loving relationship he had with his owner it didn’t stop him from wanting to claw his eyes out for bringing up their past in front of her.
Right when he was considering attempting to verbally eviscerate the other hybrid and damn the consequences his brother’s shock had pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned just in time to see her pull his twin into her lap. The feel of her hand gently squeezing his neck from behind practically made him limp with pleasure as Atsumu’s own bliss at being so close to her combined with his own to thoroughly distract the two of them, though not so much he didn’t notice her excusing their behavior and ensuring they didn’t get in trouble.
However, both of them had snapped to attention when the other hybrid had asked her if she wanted to adopt the two of them. He’d been able to feel his twin’s building hope, his impulsive brother apparently forgetting all about not wanting another owner, already clearly more than half in love with her despite not even knowing her for a day.
It was a trait he both hated and envied in his twin, the ability to be so impulsive, to move on so quickly and let go of past hurts. It wasn’t something he was capable of. He knew he was a grudge holder and far slower to trust than his brother was. He liked to think it served him well and kept him from being as naïve as Atsumu could be, though there were times it made things difficult too.
He’d been unsure whether he wanted her to state her intention to adopt them or not, right up until she’d said she hadn’t even considered it. It stung more than he’d expected, his own small hurt amplified by his brother’s though both of them had been somewhat soothed by her explanation that she wanted to know them better.
It was extremely reasonable and made him like her all the more, knowing she was the cautious type, more like him than like Atsumu, even if he simultaneously wished she’d been a little more impulsive just this one time and said yes instead. Though he found himself heartened by her honesty. That she’d actually asked them if they wanted to go with her rather than making any sort of assumption had settled things for him.
He hadn’t needed Atsumu’s silent pleading to forget their original plans to agree that maybe they should give this human a chance, though it did make it easier in the end to agree as he wasn’t the only one who wanted it.
They’d both tried to win her over, and though they’d accidentally fallen into squabbling more than once she’d handled it like a champ, not at all put off and even amused by it if the smile was any indication. However, despite the fact that they were the ones trying to win her over, it seemed every word she spoke was actually meant to win them over instead.
She was nothing like their previous owner, who’d been strict with his rules and harsh with his punishments. In fact she didn’t speak about punishments at all. He wasn’t naïve enough to think there wouldn’t be any if they misbehaved, but the freedoms she was offering in turn more than made up for anything she might throw their way.
The biggest hiccup had been when Atsumu mentioned their previous owner. The horror and guilt he’d felt from his twin was the only reason he’d managed to keep himself from doing more than hiss at him. His stomach had sunk when she’d gently pressed them for answers, but he knew they had to give her something.
He’d tried to give her as little as possible unwilling to volunteer the information, both because he hated even thinking about their time with their previous owner and because he was afraid she might somehow decide she didn’t want them because of it. In the end she’d changed the subject herself, and not brought it up again, but as she’d walked away from them with Sugawara, leaving them behind he’d wondered rather despairingly if that hadn’t been a mistake.
It didn’t matter that she’d turned around to comfort them when Atsumu had been unable to keep his heartbreak quiet. He’d known the minute she walked out the doors the chances of her coming back were slim to none. That was the other thing that remained consistent between this shelter and the last. Once a potential owner walked away claiming they needed to ‘think on it’ they never came back.
Still he hadn’t been able to turn away from her embrace, or to stop himself from scent marking the opposite side of your neck from the one his twin had claimed, laying his own personal stamp with the faint hope it would remind you to come back for them. However, no matter what you’d said, he couldn’t bring himself to hope. He knew hoping would only lead to more disappointment, and he wasn’t like Atsumu he wouldn’t be able to bounce back from it.
Not that his twin was making it easy on him. His brother’s hope was so fierce it was almost painful and he could feel the slightly desperate edge to it. He’d gotten attached to her, not that he could blame him, he was more attached than he wanted to be too. However unlike him, Atsumu had fill faith you were coming back, so much so he’d actually packed up his room into the bags they’d brought from his old place and was ready to go.
Nothing Osamu or any of the others, who also seemed to understand how small the chance was that she’d come back for them, said could sway him. The moment it had passed three o’clock Atsumu had brought hjs bags out to the shared living area and began to sit vigil, waiting for her to come back.
Stubborn as ever his twin had ignored all the pitying looks sent his way and the fact that slowly but surely time had slipped by, leaving just half an hour until they were supposed to close. Though his face was resolute, his brother wasn’t actually stupid and Osamu knew it was only stubborn pride keeping him in place. He could feel the slow onset of his twin’s hurt and despair as each minute ticked down.
He’d contemplated leaving him, going to his own room to wallow, but he knew he could never abandon his twin. They’d been through everything together, and he certainly wasn’t going to leave him now.
He was trying to figure out if he could coax his brother into leaving his post when the door swung open, revealing Sugawara, who had a wide beaming smile on his face. His fellow silver hybrid cast a quick glance behind him before ushering his follower into the room.
He barely caught a glimpse of her before his brother practically launched himself at her, but it was enough to freeze him in his place, because it was her. She’d actually come back after all.
His brother had wrapped himself around her, burying his face in her neck and clinging to her like favorite a stuffed toy, not that she seemed to mind, if the hands she was running over his hair and back meant anything. He couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, the words too quiet to hear over the sudden near painful hope and the rapid beat of his own heart at the thought that she’d come for them.
Atsumu’s joy was practically burning through him, combined with his restored faith and smug satisfaction that he’d been right all along about her coming back for them. It probably should’ve annoyed him, but he found that all he could really feel was a bone deep sort of relief.
“Where’s your brother?” she asked, as she finally managed to gently extract herself a bit from his twin’s embrace, though he noticed he didn’t let go entirely, one of his hands laced firmly with hers.
He immediately stood, letting himself fall back into his more human skin as he made his way toward them, not waiting for his brother to out him. She seemed to spot him immediately and the relieved smile on her face was enough to make his traitorous heart skip a beat.
“Osamu,” she greeted warmly, more warmly than he thought he’d ever been greeted by anyone before as she opened her free arm in an inviting gesture. It was maybe a little pathetic how readily he accepted that embrace, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, as he fell into her hold, face automatically nuzzling against the side of her neck that Atsumu had left unclaimed. A rumbling purr left his lips as he felt her press her face against his affectionately, as he allowed himself to cling to her for a bit.
“I’m so sorry I’m late,” she murmured to him quietly, her arm squeezing affectionately around his waist, genuine regret in her tone, “My boss made me stay a little longer than usual, and then there was an accident on the freeway. I called ahead though and Sugawara has almost all the paperwork done. I just need to collect the two of you, do some signing and we’ll go home okay?”
“Really? Yer takin’ us home?” he almost didn’t recognize his own voice given how weak it sounded, the quaver in it making him feel utterly ridiculous and overly emotional, something that was supposed to be his twin’s job, and frustrated him enough that he bit his lip nearly hard enough to bleed as he wrestled with himself, trying to get back in control of his emotions.
“Yeah, as long as you want to come, then I’ll gladly take you,” she offered with a gentle smile that made his heart squeeze nearly painfully in his chest, “Though there’s something I need to admit to first.”
He froze a little at that, staring at her anxiously as Atsumu also looked on, his blabbermouth brother finally silent and clearly wary. She carefully released him, though she still reached for his hand, peering between the two of them, anxious but also obviously determined. He allowed her to grasp her fingers, squeezing them automatically, anxiety making his heartrate skyrocket and bile rise in his throat.
“I asked the center about your previous owner,” she confessed, the words automatically making his heart drop, as he wondered numbly what they could’ve told her. Had she asked for the details? Was she afraid now? Had she changed her mind or decided to add some stipulations to their adoption?”
“I didn’t ask for details,” she clarified, her voice managing to cut through the haze of panic that had been rising in his chest, “All I asked was if they thought whatever had happened with your previous owner would cause trouble for me, or put any of us in any sort of danger.”
That didn’t actually sound so bad, and was even fairly reasonable the storm of hurt and anger that had been building behind his anxiety slowly dispersing the more he thought about it. He noticed that his grip on her hand had loosened a bit, and he retightened his hold, hoping the center had responded in a way that reassured her. Given that she was here, talking to them, he thought it wasn’t unreasonable to be hopeful.
“They said none of us would be in any danger, otherwise they never would’ve offered to take you both in, in the first place, and that they were sure you’d be alright with me,” she explained, her hand gently squeezing his in return.
He wasn’t sure if the bone deep relief he felt was his or his brother’s but he couldn’t bring himself to care, too caught up in the surging hope that followed it as she asked, “So, even knowing that I asked that, are the two of you still willing to come home with me?”
“O course we want to go with ya, right Samu?” his brother replied instantly, nuzzling into her neck insistently, clearly begging for attention, attention she seemed more than willing to give if the affectionate smile on her face was any indication. When she looked at him for confirmation all he could do was nod in agreement, unable to find the words for how very much he did want it and unwilling to sound ridiculous again.
The next half hour passed in a strange almost dream like haze, as he packed himself up, his smug brother clinging to her and gloating over how he was already finished, soaking up her attention as he made a mental note to get back at his annoying twin later. Once he finished packing all there really was, was a couple of signatures before he found himself in a nice car that was speeding along the highway.
Atsumu was chatting away in the front seat, practically bouncing as he asked their amused new owner anything that popped into his head as he tried to digest what had happened. Somehow, someway, they had an owner again.
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You smiled to yourself as you listened to Atsumu babble away happily in the seat next to you. The golden furred twin hadn’t stopped bouncing since you’d showed up at the shelter, clearly over the moon that you’d come back for him. Osamu was quiet in the back seat, and you might’ve been worried he was happy to come with you if not for the way he’d scent marked you, almost frantically his hand clutched tightly to yours as you’d signed the paperwork to take them home.
It was pretty clear both twins had thought you weren’t coming back for them, and it had broken your heart a bit, and made you even more resolute that you’d done the right thing for all of you. You’d been anxious the whole day to get back to them, not nearly as focused on work as you probably should’ve been, which had been part of the reason for your delay in the first place.
You’d panicked more than a bit when you’d encountered the accident on the way there, afraid that you’d break your promise to the twins. It had only been Sugawara’s kind voice, assuring you that he’d start the paperwork while you drove and even stay open late if necessary for you to get there, that had kept your guilt and panic at bay.
Now that you had them with you weren’t quite sure how you felt. Dazed that it was actually happening, excited for what the future might bring, and a little anxious about all the changes you’d have to make in your life even as you looked forward to those changes more than anything.
However, before you headed for home there were a couple things you needed to do first. Luckily you would hopefully find everything you needed in one place, at least for today. You wanted to give them time to settle in a bit, more shopping could come later when they’d decided what they needed.
“Where’s this?” Atsumu asked, pausing in his excited babble to look at you with confusion, as you pulled into the large parking lot, “Ya don’t live here do ya?”
“Don’t be stupid,” his brother huffed from the backseat, “Yer gonna make her think we’re some kind of bumpkins, ya know what a mall is Tsumu.”
“O course I know what a mall is,” Atsumu blustered, twisting around in his seat to glare at his twin, “I just thought maybe she had an apartment nearby is all. Who knows how rich people live?”
You huffed in amusement, reaching out without thought to ruffle his ears affectionately. The golden haired hybrid froze for a minute under your touch, and you wondered if you’d done something wrong, freezing as well, before a rumbling purr left his chest as he pressed his head further into your hand.
“You’re too cute,” you murmured almost to yourself as you gently scratched his ears and stroked your hand over his face and neck, unable to keep the smile from your lips.
“We’re only stopped here for a quick couple errands,” you explained to both twins, reluctantly pulling away from Atsumu who offered a pout but didn’t protest, “I noticed you don’t have as much as I thought you would, and I want to get you more comfortable collars to wear when we’re in public.”
Both twins hands immediately flew to the simple brown leather bands around their necks. All hybrids were required to wear collars in public to identify them as belonging to someone. The collars had a tag on them, which was essentially a small chip that had all their owner’s information in it, that when scanned would tell someone how to get in contact with their owner. It was to ensure they behaved and that if they didn’t their owner could be forced to take responsibility for their actions. Any hybrid who walked around without a collar immediately had the police called and was brought in and held until they could figure out why they were without.
You’d heard horror stories about the way such hybrids were treated, innocent hybrids who’d accidentally lost a collar somewhere and been so traumatized when they were finally returned to their owners that they were never the same again. Which of course was why you were determined it was never going to happen to your twins, even if a part of you balked at the idea of putting a symbol of ownership on another sentient being. Judging from the looks on their faces, Atsumu’s much easier to read than Osamu’s they’d heard stories too, and neither of them bothered to protest.
“Come on,” you urged gently, climbing out of the car yourself, “The sooner we get the unpleasant stuff done the sooner we get to the good stuff. I’ve got a couple things in mind I’d like to get you both as welcome home presents, but if there’s anything else you think you want or need feel free to ask.”
“Presents?” Atsumu asked eagerly, practically bounding out of the car.
“That’s right,” you agreed with a small laugh, watching him sulk a bit as he realized his brother had beaten him in securing your free hand, Osamu’s fingers laced with your own and a smug smirk on the silver hybrid’s face, “So keep close and let’s get going okay?”
Luckily the mall wasn’t too crowded, and while the twins got more then their fair share of admiring looks, doubtless both because of how good looking they were and how rare twin hybrids in general were, no one actually dared to approach your group, even as Atsumu practically bounced around glancing around the mall in fascination and reminding you more of an eager puppy than a supposedly slightly older cat hybrid.
Osamu was much more dignified and kept close to your side, though judging from his wide-eyed look that he couldn’t quite hide behind his stoic façade he was just as in awe as his brother. You were starting to get an impression of their previous owner and it was far from good.
You’d known that some owners kept their hybrids close to home, either because they were overly protective or possessive, and it had always rubbed you the wrong way. Ojirou had always allowed Kita and Suna to do as they pleased for the most part, treating them as capable adults and equals, more like roommates than the pets some treated their hybrids as and his was the example you were going to strive to follow.
It was why your errands today were so important, because while you would happily have let your twin hybrids run around as they pleased dressed however they pleased a collar was unfortunately the one thing they couldn’t be without, especially if they were going to go outside without you.
Luckily the mall was outfitted with several hybrid specialty stores and it didn’t take you long to find one dedicated entirely to collars. Both twins were a little wide eyed at the selection, and neither seemed to know quite what to say as you roamed through the aisles together looking at the selection.
Several of them made you grimace in outright distaste, the collars boasting accessories like inward facing spikes or tracking devices that would alert the owner if the hybrid tried to leave their home. It made you feel a little sick to your stomach, so you instead turned to the less intrusive ones.
“Do you see anything you like?” you asked the twins, squeezing Osamu’s hand affectionately, “You don’t have to wear collars in the house if you don’t want to, but you’re going to need them if you want to leave when I’m not home, which means you’ll probably be wearing them a lot, so make sure to pick something you like. You can even pick a couple if you want it to match your outfit for the day or whatever I don’t mind spending a little more to get a handful of chips programmed.”
Both twins blinked at you owlishly clearly startled by the offer, which made your heart hurt for them, even as they hesitantly turned back toward the displays, looking more closely than they had before.
“Do ya have any restrictions?” Osamu asked bluntly, not quite looking at you as he eyed a display of thick leather ones that didn’t look comfortable in the slightest.
“No,” you assured him, “I’m not the one who has to wear it.”
Osamu nodded slowly, and seemed to be taking his time as he perused the collars. You let him do as he liked, allowing him to lead. You’d only loosened your hold on him once, thinking he may like to wander the store like his brother and not have to tow you along with him, but the way his hand had reflexively tightened on yours in response had put paid to that assumption and you’d immediately re-laced your fingers together.
In the end Atsumu approached you first, holding a collar out to you hopefully. It actually looked like it was meant more for a dog hybrid, thick black leather with steel spikes on it, making it look fairly fierce. Personally you thought it was gaudy and was probably going to be uncomfortable, but you tried not to let your distaste show, after all you’d said anything they wanted and you’d meant it. Luckily in the end you didn’t need to say anything.
“What the hell is that?” Osamu demanded when he caught sight of the collar in his brother’s hands, the disgusted look on his face letting you know his feelings quite clearly.
“It’s a collar scrub, what else would it be?” Atsumu replied with a sneer for his twin you were beginning to think was automatic.
“I’m not the scrub you are,” the silver twin sneered, “Because only a scrub would wear somethin’ like that.”
“Oy,” Atsumu interjected, with a fierce glare, “She said we could have what we wanted.”
“Yeah but she probably thought ya had some sort of taste, she doesn’t know you well enough to know how scrubby ya are scrub,” Osamu hissed back.
“Alright guys,” you interjected gently, squeezing Osamu’s hand and reaching out to gently ruffle Atsumu’s ears, aware of the eyes of the cashier which had definitely turned in your direction given the twins were getting louder and louder by the second, “Let’s try to keep it to polite volume levels in public hmm?”
“Sorry,” both twins grumbled, identical pouts on their faces that made you giggle.
“It’s alright,” you assured them fondly, “Just try to be good okay?”
They nodded though Osamu clearly needed to get the last word in as he turned to you with pleading eyes, “Ya think it’s an abomination too don’t ya?”
“I said you could have whatever you wanted,” you told him diplomatically, “If this is what Atsumu likes, then of course he can have it.”
“Ha, see!” Osamu demanded of his twin, clearly seeing right through your attempt at diplomacy, “She thinks it’s ugly too!”
“Do ya really think it’s ugly?” Atsumu asked you sulkily eyeing the collar in his hands.
You’d known before that you were weak to pleading eyes, but it turned out you were even more weak to the pleading copper eyes of your hybrid, the thought that he might be sad tugging at your heartstrings.
“I just worry you’ll be uncomfortable,” you assured him, letting go of Osamu’s hand and gently cupping his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs along his cheeks affectionately, the same way you did for one of the hybrids that occasionally came to your office to sulk when his owner brought him to work but didn’t pay attention to him.
Atsumu immediately leaned into your palms, heavy lidded eyes half-shut with bliss as you explained, “It’s summer right now, and there’s no padding so it will be hot, heavy and probably chafe. Plus didn’t you say you wanted to play volleyball? Won’t it get in the way? I can definitely get it for you if you like it, but maybe pick something else too, okay?”
“Kay,” your golden twin agreed, sounding completely and utterly content as he nuzzled into your hands, making your heart melt in your chest.
“What about this one?” Osamu offered, pulling your attention away from his brother.
He was holding a collar in his hands, one that actually looked more like a necklace a thin but sturdy looking cord of leather fastened with a silver chain in the front that clasped on both ends to a silver hoop that suspended a solid silver disc in the middle that on close inspection revealed that it housed the chip needed for identification.
“That looks really nice,” you praised, letting out a breath of relief at his choice. You weren’t a big fan of the collars in general, but seeing it look more like a necklace made it seem far more tolerable. Plus it was black and silver and thus would probably go with just about anything he chose to wear.
Letting go of Atsumu to take the collar from his twin, you completely missed the smug smirk directed over your shoulder by Osamu as you inspected it, though Atsumu certainly didn’t, giving his twin an annoyed glare above your head.
In the end, while Atsumu sulked and complained about it, he did actually put the original collar he’d offered back and go with Osamu’s choice, even though you offered to get him both. He refused, sulking slightly all the while, but remained insistent that he only needed the one, even though you ended up buying four collars total, so you could have two back-ups. Though he did insist on holding your hand to make up for the disappointment.
Luckily the manager didn’t seem to mind having to program all four collars, tapping away at the computer, while Atsumu sulked a bit by your side and Osamu somehow managed to all but radiate smug superiority. The cashier carefully ringing up your purchases for you as you pulled your wallet out.
“A word of advice?” the cashier offered as you waited for the programmed collars, surprising you with his forwardness.
“You’re too indulgent with them,” he continued on, not giving you the chance to refute the need for him to speak, “Hybrid’s need a firm hand. You’ll spoil them if you let them get away with raising their voices in public and causing a scene. Don’t ever let them forget their place.”
You felt more than saw both twins bristle on either side of you, and gently squeezed Atsumu’s hand, before laying your hand over the back of Osamu’s neck. You wouldn’t care a bit if they wanted to verbally eviscerate the man who was eying them with clear distaste, a distaste you were almost sure stemmed from jealousy given the lascivious looks he probably thought you hadn’t noticed levelled in your direction. Unfortunately, you also didn’t want them to get into trouble, and weren’t quite sure what the law said about how hybrids were allowed to defend themselves from humans, something you planned to rectify as soon as possible.
For now however you weren’t about to let the twins get in trouble and cut in your tone as cold as you could make it, “I don’t remember asking for your opinion, nor do I care about what you think in the least. I’ll treat them how I want to treat them, which means I’ll spoil and pamper them as much as I like. I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself in the future if you want to keep this business running. As it is I’ll be sending my complaint to your superiors. Let’s go guys, we can find other collars elsewhere. It’s not like they’re hard to find.”
“Wait! The chips are already programmed and you haven’t paid,” the manager protested, standing up from the computer looking utterly appalled.
“Should’ve thought of that before your employee opened his mouth, and decided to spew his unwanted bile everywhere,” you countered with a shrug, “I’d consider finding better employees in the future if I were you, or at least teach them to keep their mouths shut.”
“But the chips can’t be removed from these collars, they’ll be completely ruined,” the manager put in, sounding more than a bit despairing.
“I’m sorry,” you told her, feeling genuinely bad for the woman, after all it wasn’t her fault the other employee was an ass, “But that’s not my problem. I refuse to support any sort of business that would treat its customers like this.”
The glare she leveled on her fellow employee was utterly ferocious and had him cowering back in his seat. Not that you could blame her for being upset, each collar was about three hundred USD so the sale they were losing out on was enormous.
“I can offer you a discount?” she tried hopefully, “Fifty percent off?”
You tilted your head thoughtfully, but didn’t reply instead turning to look at the twins who’d clearly been more than ready to follow you out of the store, “What do you think?”
“Us?” Atsumu asked, clearly baffled.
“Yes, you,” you told him with a fond smile, “You’re the ones who got insulted, not me, and they’re your collars. I’m happy to buy you whatever you like from wherever you want it, whether that’s here or somewhere else.”
“Seventy-five percent off,” Osamu bargained from her other side, taking you by surprise. You turned to see him watching the manager with shrewd eyes, and when it looked like she would protest he added in, “Seventy-five percent off and we won’t leave bad reviews on every site we can or send letters of complaint to upper management.”
“Agreed,” the manager huffed, shooting another vicious look at her employee, one that clearly read that it would be coming out of his salary.
You huffed, amused at Osamu’s bargaining, gently massaging your thumb against the base of his neck affectionately before releasing both twins and moving to pay, only spending a quarter of what you’d originally planned.
“Nice work,” you praised the silver hybrid once the three of you were out of the store and out of earshot.
Osamu shot you a sly smirk, looking exceedingly pleased with himself as he walked beside you. Atsumu had claimed your hand this time, so he was carrying the bags, though it didn’t seem to bother him in the least.
“Now that, that’s taken care of, let’s go grab your gifts,” you told the twins, tugging them along to the PineApple store.
“Presents?” Atsumu asked eagerly, practically bounding along beside you, your intertwined hands swinging back and forth between you.
Laughing you simply pulled him with you into the store. Both twins were wide-eyed as you browsed through, clearly unused to the cutting edge technology on display, both of them exceedingly cautious with the expensive looking tech. It took some gentle urging, but eventually you managed to get phones and laptops picked out for each of them.
“Isn’t this too much,” Osamu asked you in an undertone, clearly worried as an employee walked Atsumu through getting his laptop set up. It turned out that of the twins Osamu was definitely more technically savvy and loved his new laptop, though Atsumu had already managed to download several apps and games on to his phone and was thoroughly enjoying them as well, “It’s expensive.”
“I have the money,” you assured him gently, “And besides, everyone has a phone these days. I want you guys to have them in case you get in trouble when I’m not home and need to reach me, like if you got lost or hurt or simply need a human to ensure you’re treated fairly. I’d feel awful if you needed me and I didn’t know.”
“The laptops are so you don’t get too bored at home, though I hope you’ll find things to enjoy outside the apartment too,” you continued, absently stroking your hand up and down his back.
“Will you be wanting hybrid trackers in the new phones?” the employee asked, her voice professional as she began to ring up your purchases.
You hesitated. On one hand you hated the idea of invading the twins privacy, and on the other you knew that you fully intended to let them roam as they pleased so wouldn’t it be better to have the tracker just in case? A quick glance showed that Osamu was impassive as ever, and even Atsumu just looked bored, not paying any attention whatsoever, instead tapping away at his new phone.
“What do you think?” you asked them, more than willing to hear their opinions on the matter.
“You’re the owner,” Osamu told her, apparently speaking for both of them as he gave an unconcerned shrug, which wasn’t helpful in the least.
You grimaced a bit trying to think of a compromise before finally pulling out your own phone and asking the employee, “Is there anyway to ensure all three of the phones will track each other?”
“Let me go ask,” she told you politely, turning away to go grab someone more knowledgeable.
“That’s fair right?” you asked hesitantly, “This way you know where I am too and can come find me if you need me.”
“Yeah,” Osamu agreed, giving you a look that you thought might be something as close to awe as you’d seen on the silver haired hybrid, “Yeah that’s fair.”
The employee quickly returned and confirmed they could indeed make all three phones track one another, and in the span of a few minutes managed to get your purchases complete. Feeling like that was probably enough for now, you led them back towards the car.
It was starting to get pretty late, and the minute you’d exited the mall Osamu’s stomach had given a loud rumbling growl. Atsumu had made fun of him for all of a minute, before his own stomach betrayed him. You’d shaken your head at their antics, but allowed a surprisingly eager Osamu to order whatever he wanted for carryout from the Chinese place near your apartment.
One quick stop for the food, and you finally managed to bring your new hybrids home. Both of them were a little quiet as you led them up to your apartment, staring around and clearly taking everything in. Either Ojirou, Kita and Suna weren’t home, or they’d decided to give you time to settle with the twins as they didn’t emerge from their apartment as you arrived in the hallway and fumbled the door open.
“Here we are,” you told them, hitting the lights, “Home sweet home.”
Both twins were laden with things, carrying their purchases, the food, and their things from the adoption center. Still looking at them was enough to make your heart clench. It had only taken one trip to bring everything up, but despite hybrids being stronger than normal humans it still made your heart clench to see how very little the twins actually had. Each of them only had a medium sized suitcase of things, and Atsumu had a worn volleyball but that was it aside from the things you’d bought them. It was something you were determined to fix for the future, but for now you’d make do.
“I know you’re hungry, so unless you want to settle in for a bit first we can eat and then I’ll show you around,” you offered.
The twins exchanged looks, but nodded in clear agreement. You pointed out the bathroom just in case, but then brought them to the kitchen, trying to show them where everything was as you pulled utensils from the drawers. Osamu clearly paid much more attention to her explanations than Atsumu did, though both diligently helped her set the table.
The food was really good, and thankfully sparked more conversation, even if it was more subdued than earlier, all of them worn out from the long day they’d had. Osamu was clearly very interested in food, and not just in eating it the way his brother was. You managed to coax out that he’d cooked for their previous owner from time to time, and told him that as long as he was careful he was more than free to use her kitchen and anything in it for whatever he wanted earning what felt like her first real smile from the silver haired twin.
Despite how tired they clearly were, both twins helped you clean up. For the first time since you’d first discovered the lovely little Chinese restaurant there weren’t actually any leftovers, the twins having consumed everything you said you didn’t want. As they worked you noted it really was kind of nice, even if things were quiet, to have the company as they went about their tasks.
“Alright, so I wasn’t sure if you’d want your own rooms or if you’d want to share,” you told them, gesturing for them to follow, “We’re going to have to do some shopping either way, since they’re your rooms and I want you to be able to personalize them any way you want, but I think they’re pretty equal in size.”
The twins stared at you, clearly surprised, glancing at each other, to the rooms you’d offered, to you, and back again, the gesture making her more than a bit nervous. You’d thought there was plenty of space for the two of them, but maybe they didn’t see it that way?
“We get our own rooms?” Atsumu asked at last, finally breaking the silence, his voice quiet and disbelieving, copper eyes huge in his face.
“If you want them, then of course they’re yours,” you assured him, concerned, “I still have to clean out my study, but I didn’t want to delay adopting you and I don’t think it will take too long. There’s a pull out futon in there, though you’re more than free to share if you want a bed, or I can take the futon and one of you can have my bed for now. I’ve certainly slept on the futon before and I don’t mind.”
“You’d give up your bed?” Osamu repeated, looking like you’d just smacked him over the head with a fish, more surprise on his face then you’d thought him capable of showing.
“Just until we find something for you,” you told him, a little puzzled at his surprise but with the sinking feeling that your suspicions about their former owner were correct.
“But, why?” Atsumu asked you, wide eyed and a little teary.
“Because, you’re mine now,” you assured him, unable to quite find the words you wanted to say, but hoping you were conveying your feelings at the very least, “And I’m going to do everything I can to keep you safe and happy.”
The sad mewling sound he made in response to your words was enough to break your heart, as he pitched forward squeezing you into his chest and burying his face in your shoulder. You pressed your cheek to his hair, rubbing his back soothingly with one arm even as you automatically opened the other one for his twin, a gesture that was slowly becoming more and more familiar to you.
Osamu didn’t sob the way his twin did, but the way he squeezed you tight let you know he was just as moved as Atsumu even if he was quieter about it. Seeing their genuine gratitude for what you felt was common courtesy broke your heart, but even as it ached and you did your best to soothe them you swore to yourself, to love and care for your new hybrids so they’d never want for anything ever again to be the best owner it was possible to be after all they deserved nothing less.
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nakachuchu · 3 years
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The Vet Sucks | Miya Osamu (nsfw)
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SYNOPSIS: Beast-Person AU - The vet sucks, but what comes after, doesn't.
READER: kitty! female
INCLUDES: oral (f. receiving), teasing, masturbation (m), fingering, dom/sub
WORDS: 1050
WRITTEN: 06/15/2021
NOTES: This is for @katslutski Paws and Claws Collab! Make sure to read everyone's writings on the collab <3
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Your tail flicked back and forth as you eyed the rice ball Osamu was rolling in his hand. You were hiding behind the counter with only your eyes peeking out.
You were at his shop, as usual, helping him around. Though in reality, you mainly liked to gaze at your owner and lick off pieces of tuna that landed on his wrists and forearms.
"Y/N, you doin' all right, darlin'?"
"Mhm."
Your ears flicked as you stood up and walked behind the counter to rub your head and body against Osamu's side.
He chuckled as he wrapped the onigiri with seaweed and placed it down into the to-go box.
" 'samu, it smells bad," you muttered.
"Hmm? Smells bad? Did the tuna go bad?"
You shook your head. "It smells like—"
"Oi, 'samu!"
Your ears stood up and your body went rigid as you hissed. Atsumu flinched in surprise before hissing back at you.
You frowned. "Hmph."
You and Atsumu didn't like each other one bit. Though it was mainly you not liking him. Atsumu thought you were a cute kitten at first, but you would always bite and scratch him whenever he came close.
Even as you grew up, you never warmed up to him. You even liked some strangers. Atsumu had never done anything wrong—that he knew of.
The two of you looked like angry alley cats whenever you were near each other. Osamu sighed before taking off his gloves to massage your ears.
Getting your ears massaged always made you docile with soft purrs and closed eyes. Atsumu rolled his eyes at that and sat at the booth in front of you.
"When'd ya get back?" Osamu asked.
"Yesterday. Thought I'd pay you a visit."
"You just want free onigiri," he retorted.
"I'm famous. I can do whatever I want," Atsumu bit back.
He eyed your closed eyes, then reached forward to pinch your ears. Your eyes shot open and you whined, smacking his hand.
"Atsumu, you'll get bitten again," Osamu said in a monotone voice.
He rolled his eyes and snatched his hand back before you could bite it. You glared at him before curling up against Osamu again.
"I'm closing shop early today," said Osamu. "Y/N has an appointment at the vet. Don't loiter."
"I don't loiter," Atsumu defended.
You and Osamu blinked at him, unbelieving of his words. Atsumu sighed and slouched back in his seat, then waved the two of you off.
Atsumu continued to bother you and Osamu while he worked until it was time to close the shop.
He knew how to get into Osamu's apartment—he secretly duplicated the key when Osamu first moved in—so he snuck in after telling his twin he would be going to a hotel.
He was bored out of his mind, laying on the couch while mindlessly watching television. He helped himself to his brother's fridge, reassuring himself that Osamu wouldn't mind in the slightest.
When he heard the sounds of keys and the door unlocking, he decided to scare you and Osamu. He quickly turned off the television and hopped off the couch, throwing away as much trash as he could.
He ran and his behind the corner in the hallway, away from prying eyes. He could hear the sound of you meowing and whining.
" 'samu, it hurts," you whined with a soft sniffle.
"I know, darlin' but you did so good today."
You whined softly, curling into him as he carried you to the couch and placed you down. You cried out and held onto his shirt, afraid he was going to leave you.
"I'm not gon leave ya," he reassured.
Your grip on his shirt lessened and he offered you a brief smile before tugging off your bottoms and situating himself onto the couch.
He was on his stomach, between your legs. His hands wrapped around the bottom of your thighs, lifting them and placing your legs above his shoulders.
"I'll make ya feel better, all right?"
He kissed your inner thigh and nuzzled his nose against it before spreading your pussy lips apart.
You whimpered and wiggled your hips around. Osamu tsked and nipped your thigh, making you whimper more.
" 'samu," you said, sniffling.
"I know, darlin'."
You hummed, a borderline cry escaping your lips.
His tongue darted out, slow and teasing as he made his way between your folds and to your clit.
You had gotten your shots so you were feeling sore and in pain. Osamu had been through this with you enough times to know that tuna and warm milk wouldn't make you feel better.
" 'samu!" you cried out, Barack arching off the couch as his tongue flicked your clit back and forth.
He moved one of his hands to press his index finger against your cunt. You mewled, toes flexing and digging into his shoulder blades.
He grunted into your pussy. His face and cheeks were smothered in your cum and he could feel your warm walls clenching down on his finger.
He pumped his finger in and out of you while licking your swollen clit. His finger slid inside you, curling against your sweet spot.
Your hips began moving, moving your pussy against his face. Your arms were above your head, sharp nails extending and digging into the throw pillow behind you.
"Nngh—'s-samu—"
He hummed, eyes fluttering to look up at you. You were letting out pretty moans with breathless pants as you rutted against his face.
His finger pressed against your sweet spot, sending you into a frenzy as your toes dug into his back and came all over his face.
He hummed, closing his eyes at the familiar sweet taste of your cum on his lips. His tongue slowed down and you occasionally whimpered and shivered.
Your body twisted to the side and you pushed Osamu away with a whine. He chuckled and licked his lips.
"Feel better?" he asked.
You nodded, face flushed and sweaty.
Your eyes were blurry and you rubbed one of them with your fist. Your sharp nails retracted.
"Nap time?" he asked.
You nodded and let Osamu pick you up.
The two of you never noticed Atsumu with his hand around his cock in the hallway. You never even noticed the small cum stain he left on the floorboards.
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