... briefly
Help me stretch my fingers and get back into writing! Send in a request if you'd like, make sure to include a character + a prompt/scenario.
I'm currently in the mood and open to writing for:
JJK, MHA, GI, HSR, uhhh
I will happily write smut, but I exercise the right not to include anything outside of my comfort zone (ê êł êâż)
â I do not write fics about minors, so please note that all characters as I write them will be over the age of 18. This means no highschool fics or anything like that.
â This is also something I am doing to try and get back into the swing of a craft I love, so while I will be endeavouring to rise to the challenge of each request, I cannot guarantee all will be written. Still, send 'em in!
This is my fist time doing an ask, so I apologize for any tumblr etiquette I donât fully understand l. I adore your Midnight, Midsummer fic with shoto, and would like to know if Mr. Fashionable selkie is gonna get a new chapter soon? All the best!
Thank you so much for sending this, I'm really glad you have enjoyed it! No need to worry about your etiquette lovely, you've been more than perfectly polite <3
To be perfectly honest, there are two main reasons for the prolonged wait (and I do say wait because contrary to the evidence this story isn't actually abandoned lol). one is that I have moved house a few times since starting it and I regret to say I have lost a lot of the planning I had for how I was going to execute the end of the fic, because for some reason I handwrite a lot of my planning instead of typing it. I guess my brain feels less constricted?? Less claustrophobic? There is a chef up there who only cooks under really specific circumstances, apparently.
The other reason is that from a combination of classic neurodivergent burnout, severe and prolonged anaemia, and the most recent discovery of chronic exhaustion and sleep deprivation on account of severe sleep apnoea, it feels like my brain has returned to amoeba state and I have lost a lot of skills and even inspiration. Fortunately I have gotten a lot of that addressed in the last 6 months- 1 year, and I am gradually rediscovering my inspiration, even if I have to drag it out kicking and screaming from where it has been taking refuge in the wrinkles of my brain.
All that to say that i have finally accepted I will not be able to locate my previous planning, and will in fact have to re-do the planning, with the same rough beats as I remember them. I was hesitant to do this because I feel so dumb rn, it feels like I am a toddler drawing in crayon over my parents award-winning artwork. But it's okay, I need to practice skills if I want to be comfortable exercising them again! And I actually can't put into words how helpful it is to have received asks like this that remind me I wasn't always putting out piles of doodoo. Thank you so much for telling me you enjoyed my work. I hope to put something out soon, but until then I hope you are safe and well, and the universe looks after you <3
I just want you to know that I quite literally had a dream about your selfie Shoto fic last night. I think I read that in like 2022 idk why Iâm thinking of it now but what a cute concept omg
you're not alone, I definitely think about him at lease once a month... when will I be free of the chokehold he has on my brain !!
(also thank you so much for reading, I'm very glad and honoured my silly little fic is something you think about so often! Hope you are safe and well <3)
A spoon's only objective in life is to make soup go upwards, and it knows this. That's why when you put one under a running tap it blasts the water way high. The spoon thinks there's suddenly TONS of soup to deal with and it freaks out.
â pairing: multi; shoto x reader, izuku x reader (so FAR...)
â genre: hybrid au, slow burn-ish, reverse harem
â wc: 3.4k
â rated: nsfw; heavy petting (?)
â notes: it has the barest sprinkle of spice. soon we will arrive upon the porn with plot...... soon....... save me
You've never really had much to do with hybrids, existing in your own little bubble for a majority of your life. That comes to an end when your friend phones you for help and somehow you end up taking two hybrids off of her hands while they recuperate in the wake of an unfortunate incident. But when the time comes that they have to leave, will you really want them to go?
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Recently, the boys have taken to accompanying you on your morning exercises.
The weather is getting cooler, and with it the days shorter, so youâre not particularly opposed. Well, you wouldnât be anyway because you enjoy spending time with them and there is also no way in hell that you would miss the opportunity to see them work out.
(For scientific reasons, of course. Hybrids are built a little different, after all. Youâre definitely not a pervert and any source saying otherwise constitutes defamation.)
Youâre on your back, having sprawled on the cool grass around ten minutes ago in an attempt to catch your breath after a run. You might have bitten off more than you could chew by telling them they could set the pace, but youâd sooner stub your own toe than admit the difference in your fitness levels. Thankfully youâve regained control of your lungs and are no longer heaving, and they appear none the wiser to your momentary health crisis. You are pleased to maintain even scraps of your dignity at this point.
âI like this park.â A voice muses from your left. You allow your head to roll slightly, eyes falling upon the stretched form of the canine hybrid beside you. A breeze rustles the snowy hair that brushes his right cheekbone. âQuiet. Peaceful. Also, quite pretty.â
You hum in agreement; youâre in a meadow-like area that you can reach by following the footpath for a kilometre or so. Trees loom tall on the outskirts, creating verdant walls of green that curl the small sanctuary into their embrace as warmth from the sun pools in the centre and glimmers off the dewy grass. Instead of speaking, you allow a moment for the reply from Izuku that you can feel coming. It enters the air like clockwork barely a second later.
âIsnât it, Sho?â Izuku tilts his head back, the sun filtering through foliage to paint his skin in swathes of gold. âPlus, itâs nice seeing so many other hybrids come through here every so often.â
Shoto lets out a noise in agreement. In an odd moment of serendipity, a family of hybrids accompanied by a single human emerge from where the path disappears into the treeline in the distance. The child swinging between the two adult hybrids couldnât be any more than five years old, and the second they lay eyes on the great expanse of grass woven with patches of clovers and wildflowers before them, a delighted peal of laughter rings in the air.
Before you can think twice, your eyes are moving to scan the expressions of your companions in curiosity. From what you recall, an intact family unit isnât very common for hybrids, though Nejire told you once that it is becoming increasingly the norm. Hybrids from the initial generations, those born in a sterile lab, are now creating families and small communities of their own as the movement for their rights strengthens and gains more traction over time. It makes you happy to see it in action, though a part of you worries that the sight might bring up memories for your companions that arenât particularly pleasant.
Then again, you have no idea about their backgrounds, really.
Thankfully, the shift in their expressions isnât sad or melancholy. Rather they appear contemplative, bordering on nostalgic. Curiosity lingers in an unspoken question on the tip of your tongue, but you donât dare to voice it.
Itâs Shoto that volunteers to fill the silence first.
âI wonder if that kid gets lonely,â he muses. âIt doesnât look like they have any siblings.â
You blink, something about the way he says that sparking a new curiosity. â⊠You had siblings?â
He shrugs, a small smile curling at the corners of his lips. He glances at you and then Izuku from the corner of his eye. âWell, maybe not in the typical sense. We were often created in batches, so we definitely werenât alone.â
âYou have company, but in all you donât get to spend much time with the other hybrids. The adoption process can start young sometimes,â Izuku supplies, shaking his head to dislodge a leaf clinging to his forest-hued curls. âShoto and I actually âgrew upâ together, in a way.â
The confusion must be evident on your face, because the rabbit hybrid laughs and reaches out to pinch your cheek. You frown but canât be bothered to lift your arm and bat him away, and so he remains the unspoken victor.
âI guess you could call it that.â Shoto snorts, reaching up with both arms to stretch. The movement lifts the edge of his shirt to reveal smooth honey-toned skin and you fight for your life to keep your eyes in a respectful location. âI think our labs ended up merging at some point and from then on we kind of got stuck together. Neither of us were ever officially adopted.â
That takes you by surprise, actually. Ignoring how visually stunning they are, both hybrids are pleasant and sweet, sincere in everything they do, and a pleasure to be around. You can safely say the addition of them into your life and routine has been a blessing. So when you take in his words, your brain canât quite comprehend the idea of someone not wanting them.
A part of your feels bad for them â you know it isnât the case for all hybrids, but for some of them the act of âadoptionâ means a lot â but at the same time, youâre unsure whether you would have ever ended up meeting them if they had been adopted earlier in their lives.
It feels selfish, but⊠deep down, youâre a little glad that you were able to know them as a result of it.
Shoto lowers his arms and twists to face you a little more, eyes surveying your supine form. You have a feeling that he is looking for the best place to curl up and your suspicions are confirmed when he zeroes in on your abdomen and turns back around so he can recline with his head resting on the soft swell of your stomach. You donât even bother trying not to blush. Youâll just blame the heat of the sun if you need to. Or even the exercise. Plenty of excuses.
âItâs good to see so many kids around,â Izuku hums, blowing some hair out of his face and allowing his eyes to flutter closed after. Itâs a slight redirection of the current topic, but you donât particularly mind. âThereâs more than I thought there would be, considering the current ratio.â
This piques your interest further, tickling something familiar in the back of your mind youâd heard once upon a time. âThe current ratioâŠ?â
âOf male to female hybrids,â Shoto supplies helpfully in his soft, leisurely tone, turning his head and nuzzling into your abdomen just below your ribs. You have to physically hold down the responding shudder that wants to roll over your body. âItâs pretty disproportionate, currently. Something like one female hybrid for every two â- or is it three? -â male hybrids.â
âOh shit,â you mutter, the words leaving you before you can think to censor yourself. âTough odds.â
Shoto snorts, and Izuku looks to be fighting a grin. Surprisingly, it is the hybrid currently taking up real estate on your stomach that continues.
âIt might look like that,â Shoto hums, his head tilting just enough for his mismatched eyes to trail and lock onto your own. The slightest curl plays around the corner of his mouth. âBut weâre pretty adaptive, you know. Most hybrids tend toward polyandry.â
Oh. Oh. Nejire never told you that.
Shotoâs eyes, clear and glimmering in the morning sunlight, track every minute movement and change in your face. His ears flick ever so slightly, no doubt catching the slight uptick in your heartbeat as well as the warmth gathering in your face.
You have to wet your lips in order for your question to greet the air. âWhy, um-- is there a reason behind the ratio?â
Izuku hums a pleasant noise, like heâs been quizzed on something that he knows the answer to.
âMen â or in this case, male hybrids â are easier to clone and create than women. Something about having two X chromosomes makes it a little more complicated, if I remember correctly.â Izuku tilts his head, eyes glazing as he falls deeper into his thoughts. âThatâs probably why we all ended up having the kind of instincts that we did. Being excessively territorial is detrimental to the population as a whole when one gender greatly outnumbers the other.â
âPlus, more chances for females to conceive when there are multiple--â
âRIGHT, yeah, thereâs also that.â Izuku lets out a loud, embarrassed laugh, cutting the canine hybrid off before he can continue. For his benefit, you continue to ignore the heat making itself known on your face and fight to swallow your own amused chortle. You did think it had been a little too long since the last time Shoto said something outrageous with the most unbothered face. The rabbit hybrid continues, almost like he canât help himself.
âEven so, the bond that a, um⊠mated pair share is super important. Hybrids have a tendency to bond deeply in general, but I suppose it is doubly so for males. Definitely more matriarchal in nature, hybrid communities.â
Bonds? Mated pairs? You feel kind of faint as your brain works to reconcile all the information youâve received in the last five minutes. âHuh⊠I see.â
Izuku suddenly looks oddly restless, almost⊠nervous .Evidently taking a page out of Shotoâs book, he turns and dives to bury his face in your side, eliciting a ticklish yelp from you as he does so. He ends up pulling on a lock of Shotoâs hair that had fallen over your side by accident, and the hybrid lets loose an unimpressed, low rumble. Ignoring the noise, Izuku takes a few deep breaths against your side, digging his nose into your shirt.
Sincerely, you donât think youâre going to be able to survive this. You consider sending a prayer heavenward.
As if things werenât already embarrassing enough for you, your stomach chooses this exact moment to let out a forlorn rumble.
Shoto snorts softly, lifting off of you and rolling to a stand with such grace, youâre genuinely envious for a moment.
âProbably best we head back and get some food in our bellies.â
He doesnât need to tell you twice.
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This is a losing battle.
Granted, itâs not like youâre really fighting it at all anymore (arguably didnât even really fight it to begin with), but still. It feels like everything is somehow snowballing, in a way that youâre not particularly against despite your better judgement.
Somehow, your two housemates have gotten clingier. They stick to you like shadows, scenting you in an almost possessive manner whenever they get the chance and more than a few times youâve caught them sniffing you for a whiff of your own scent when they think youâre too occupied to notice.
Itâs doing a number on your already frayed self-control.
The brief but very informative conversation the three of you had in the park almost a week ago has helped alleviate some of the guilt you carried for being attracted to both of them at the same time, and also planted some ideas in your head that you havenât been able to pry out despite your best efforts.
Currently, your dilemma comes from the fact that not only are you attracted to them both, but you like them both.
Itâs still budding, not at a catastrophic level as of yet, and technically speaking you would be able to be with them physically without spiralling when they eventually leave. Probably. Actually, youâre torn between not wanting to do anything to save yourself the pain in the long run, and doing something so that you can treasure and make the most of the time you currently have together.
Youâd probably regret it if they ended up leaving without you addressing whatever this is between you. However, you also know yourself enough to know youâre too sappy to be able to part with them seamlessly if you did act on it.
This is torture. You almost wish theyâd just make the decision for you.
Apart from those differences, the routine the three of you remains mostly unchanged. Unfortunately, that leaves plenty of opportunity for you to overthink and dwell as you complete your bedtime routine. You almost reach for a cheeky drink just so you might put an end to the thoughts and go to bed in peace. Somehow, you manage to imitate meditation enough that you eventually drift off without the need for a nightcap.
Something rouses you from sleep earlier than anticipated, though. The soft creak of your door has you blinking awake, eyes less bleary than anticipated.
Itâs pitch black at first, but your eyes quickly adjust enough to see as two figures slink into the room and over to your bed. You feel the mattress dip with their weight as they climb atop, a soft rumble reaching your ears that you know to be coming from a certain canine hybrid.
âWhat is it?â you ask, wiping your eyes in an attempt to clear any remaining sleep. Itâs harder to focus on their forms than you expect. âIs everything okay?â
âYona.â
Itâs a throaty whine that answers your question, timbre no doubt belonging to Izuku. The slimmer of the two slips closer, a hand coming to grasp the one youâd reached out without realising. Your heart stutters in your chest, breath catching in your throat. The smell of pine and jasmine twine together and brush your senses. Of course youâve smelt whatever cologne your two hybrid roommates wear before, but never so strongly. Itâs making butterflies come to life in the pit of your belly.
âWhat is it?â you ask again, sitting up a little more. Izuku brings your hand to his cheek, nuzzling into your palm. Your fingertips brush his fluffy curls and you find yourself winding them into the locks without a second thought.
While Izuku seems to be sitting back on his haunches for the moment, Shoto has no qualms about approaching further, his large hand brushing against the skin of your shoulder, revealed by sheets that fell when you rose earlier, before trailing down your arm and then back up. His palm settles against your neck, scorchingly hot, and the length of his fingers wrap around your nape. Your heart kicks up again, an excited, frantic patter.
Izukuâs lips press against your palm, searing affection into your flesh. You can hardly keep track of what is happening, attention torn from one to the other in rapid succession.
A soft whine escapes from Shoto this time, and he leans forward to nuzzle his face into your neck, dragging his nose along the line of your jaw. It tickles, and sends a shiver down the length of your spine.
âNothingâs wrong,â he murmurs, mouth hot against your neck as his lips shape the words. You feel his ears flick and catch against your hair. You want to lift a hand and touch him, but for some reason your body refuses to obey. âNothing wrong, just need you.â
You feel like your heart has stopped completely in your chest, a breathless moment passing before it returns to its chaotic gallop. You barely have the presence of mind to force out, âWhatâŠ?â
The hybridâs lips begin to press in a heated trail down your neck and across your collarbone, ignoring your murmur completely. His free arm slips around your side and behind you, pulling you close quick enough that a soft noise of surprise escapes you. Heat is beginning to set your veins alight, blood turning to magma. Your thighs clench as Shotoâs teeth scrape against your clavicle before he sucks the flesh into his mouth.
Oh my god.
Having moved you closer to the centre of the bed with his manoeuvre, there is now room for Izuku to sidle up against your other side, and he happily takes the opportunity. Your hand is dropped for only a moment before he picks it up again from his new angle, returning it to where it was. He then leans forward, burying his nose into your hair and letting out a contented groan â something heâd done earlier in the day when the three of you had been cuddling on the couch. It had made butterflies burst into your stomach then, but now it makes your body thrum in anticipation.
âYou smell so good, Yona, youâre so lovely,â Izuku murmurs, the low cadence of his voice eliciting another shiver across your shoulders. âWe want you, need you⊠donât you want us too?â
The words leap from your throat, unbidden. âOf course I do.â
A pleased, throaty groan slips from Shoto as his mouth moves lower, towards the neckline of the singlet youâd worn to bed. You werenât sure what to expect, but it still takes you by surprise when he drags his lips over the material, following the swell of your breast until he comes across your peak, straining against the material. He takes it into the wet heat of his mouth, and you canât help but gasp at the sensations that reach you through the damp material of your shirt. Arousal shoots straight to your core.
Again, you will your hand to lift and tangle in his hair, but the limb remains by your side. You barely have time to feel the resulting confusion and frustration before Izukuâs free hand is trailing along your side, nails dragging along the skin of your hips and tracing the line of your waistband. The ache beginning to make itself known between your legs is suddenly all you can think about, and this time when you will your hips to shift, rocking up against his hand, they listen.
Izuku inhales softly, sounding pleased at your reaction. You feel like youâre going a little bit insane.
âYeah? You want us? Want us to touch you, like this?â
Words catch in your throat and so you settle for an emphatic nod, eager for the touching to continue â especially if it meant Shoto was going to keep doing those things with his mouth. As though summoned by the thought, he clamps his teeth around your nipple in a light bite, sending shocks of pleasure over your skin. A moan tumbles from your throat, thighs squeezing in a sad attempt at friction.
You need more. You need more, but your stupid limbs wonât listen to you, and Izukuâs hand is going everywhere but where you need and want it most.
âIzuku,â you whine, the sound bordering on pathetic. You can hardly think amongst the drowsy haze of pleasure fogging your mind. âPleaseâŠâ
Please touch me, you want to say. Your fingers twitch with the urge to grasp his hand and move it to your core, but they remain woefully unresponsive. Instead of your desired destination, his hand lifts to pinch and tug your neglected nipple softly. He seems to revel in the noises the actions elicit.
Shoto releases your abused nipple with a soft noise, leaning up to nip and lick under your ear. The sweet scent of jasmine threatens to swallow you whole.
âTell us what you want, lovely,â he murmurs, voice thick and catching in his throat. His teeth scrape your neck and you tilt your head back, wrenching your eyes closed as Izuku times it with a firm pinch.
A rush of different desires overtake you at once, so many you can hardly choose only one to voice. You strain to lift your arm and cup his cheek, willing it desperately to move. âI-â
Your arm jerks, breaking free of its invisible bonds, and your eyes snap open. The room is quiet, save for your panting breaths, and you are entirely under the covers. A cursory glance around the room once your eyes adjust reveals you are, in fact, alone. Your bedroom door is closed, just as youâd left it before going to bed.
It takes a moment for you to be awake enough that realisation comes crashing through you. You just had a wet dream about your housemates.
