#Hybrid oc

[monstersholygrail]

Hybrid Fics

Fics:

The kiss of fate (Shark bf x fem!reader x Merman)

Late to the event (CEO Bull bf x fem!reader)

Wild Domination (Lion bf x Antelope fem!reader)

Rewarding bad behavior (Puppy bf x fem!reader)

Imagines/Blurbs:

Obedient pup (Puppy bf x fem!reader)

Slime mixture (Snail bf x Slime Monster fem!reader)

Good boy’s reward (Puppy bf x fem!reader)

Guess you’ll do (Snow Leopard x fem!reader)

Being prepared (Snow Tiger x fem!reader)

Requests:

The helpful scientist (Yandere! Scientist x Hybrid gn!reader)

The helpful hybrid sequel (Yandere Scientist x Moth Hybrid gn!reader)

Late getting home (Cat bf x fem!reader)

Run little fox (Fox x Bunny ftm!reader)

Tiger bf x Deer fem!reader:

Prey for your predator

Grooming session

Precious marks

Cat bf x Mouse fem!reader:

New friends

Sunlit naps

The unwanted guest

Bird Colony x Dance Instructor fem!reader

Dance classes

A special dance for you

Mistaken eggs

To lure their mate

Casual nesting

The apartment

[xayasmrxsoftlyx]

Imagine...

Imagine you recently moved to the outskirts of a forest. The nature is beautiful and you do your part to keep it that way. You plant pollinator friendly flowers, rabbit friendly herbs, deer friendly bushes, you put out bird feeders, hummingbird feeders, squirrel feeders (though honestly, it's just extra bird feeders with less specific seeds since you noticed the birds didn't always eat the variety equally). Hell, you even changed out your lawn from traditional grass to clover and native wild flowers to use less water. You've been putting in a lot of effort to keep things nice for nature-- it's certainly been noticed, too.

In fact, you've no idea of the amount of eyes watching your beauty preserve nature's beauty- and to them you are nature's finest beauty. Looking at your plush body care for, tend to, and love the very things that feed their lives' essence; it's a sight that cannot be beat. At first, it was a competition amongst the forest. Who was yours? Who you belonged to? Now, now they understand that just like you work so hard to aid all of them, they can all share, love, tend to, and care for you, as well.

Imagine the first you meet, unbeknownst to you, is planned- it's all planned. You're sitting outside on a blanket, book in hand, just enjoying some rare free time when you hear a loud buzzing. It sounds as if a humming bird were flying right beside your ear. Yet, when you look up, it's certainly not that far from the truth despite not being completely correct in concept.

He's shorter than you, but not by much, barely hovering a foot off the ground. He hides half his body behind your oak tree- the one with all your feeders on it. He's got brilliant colors and jerks almost completely behind the tree when your eyes meet. (He's supposed to be speaking to you but when his eyes met your own shining gaze, he couldn't help but grow shy.) Your sweet, comforting scent has wafted in the air, stirred up in part by his own rapidly fluttering wings. He's buzzing with anxiety and adrenaline, the need to prove and show you his skills battling with his fear of your rejection. Now that he's gotten so close to those plump cheeks, he needs to kiss. Now that he's seen how soft and warm you are he needs to get closer; he needs to feel how soft and plush you are as he clings to your chubby form from his own anxiety.

Imagine you softly call out to him, voice sounding like both the sweetest lullaby to soothe his racing heart and mind and also just like home- like the sound he'd come come to with a nest full of little hatchlings and your warmth shared. It's that thought that spurs him into action, faster than you could reasonably expect. After all, the speed he can achieve gets to nearly the same as a traditional hummingbird.

He's higher in the air than you'd ever think he'd go, he shoots down, nearly towards you- no, definitely towards you, nearly at you the speed of which creates a loud chirp and you hear the sweet melody of whistles erupt from him as he's closer to you. As he hovers before you, dance still pumping adrenaline through him, he's more than proud of the awed expression you've been unable to shake. When you close your book and set it down to completely give him your full attention, he preens at your acceptance. You may not fully understand your own consent to his courtship, but the primal, feral instinct within him is more than satisfied with your open attraction and silent acceptance of him into your space- your life. He lingers by you for a moment and when he doesn't hide or fly away from you, it indicates he's comfortable enough with you. You smile and begin to speak.

Imagine you still keep your voice soft, welcoming for him. It's so, so sweet of you to care so much for him already- such a precious, soft, sweet mate you are already without hardly trying. You introduce yourself to him- you give him your name! As you do so, he flits around you with little twirls and swoops in his own excitement. Instinctually, you hold your hand out to shake. He grabs it instantaneously within his own soft, warm grasp. He holds your hand, enjoying how his hands are still just a smidge bigger than your own little, pudgy ones; even if it's barely noticeable to you, he can tell. You give the shared grasp a shake but he doesn't release you, instead he uses it to hover closer to you. (He's tempted to swoop into your outreached arm and cuddle into your side, he's strongly resisting that temptation. The mantra in his head is "not now, don't do it, not now...")

You smell like the flowers you plant, the earthiness of fresh watered soil, and there's a warmth beneath it all he can't place. It's enchanting, nearly hypnotizing. (Fuck, the other's are going to drool over your scent later when they get closer- maybe even over him if it's strong enough lingering on him after he meets you.) When he finally releases, he gives you his own name breathlessly with a giant blush upon his cheeks. His feathers puff up around him in his embarrassment before he dashes off towards the forest. As he does so, he pauses to look back at you every few yards. Instead of following you like he's silently urging and beckoning you to do, you smile, little puffy cheeks rounding adorably as you tell him "see you soon!" (fuck- his heart is going as fast as his wings and that cannot be healthy)

Imagine you start seeing Calypte more often. In fact, you start meeting him in your garden at least twice a week. After your first week, you begin to bring him fruit to eat, since you didn't quite think he drank from the hummingbird feeder like his look alike. The first time he ate the orange so ravenously for you that you never stopped. He knows that in nature, if he were true to his counterpart, he wouldn't be building the nest- you would. He knows in nature his counterparts instinct wouldn't be to linger after copulation, but he supposes that side of him is entirely the human part.

The need to preen and nest for you, the need to stay by your side, the need for you attention, for your care, for your love. That is surely, entirely his humanity. After all, hybrids are different from their animal inspiration. They're an interesting amalgamation of all the best parts of both. That's why they were created, why they were designed, right? Before the humanity and ethics caught up to it all, anyway. His parents acted very human after all, it just depended on genetics. However you.... you brought the humanity out of him. You bring the humanity out of him. It thrills him, makes him feel alive, and he can not get enough of it- of you.

[macaronichewtoyz]

She bites! Quick ref for my new gal I got from my buddy @lesbianluxray :3

[valentine-cafe]

𖹭. nothing better than putting the ( bratty ) smart boy of uni in his place <3

“I-I'm gonna cm'agai — ah,” tears brim. his pretty moth eyes dilating, wings fluttering and silk slits leaking from stimulation. the poor hybrid's drool and tears drip to the floor of the lockerroom. “a-aless. . .sio,"

“can't even say my name? what happened to my mouthy lil' brat?"

a spank to his boyfriend's ass, alessio flashes a grin through black lips. a rough hand squeezing at rishen's thigh which he has shoved up against the poor boy's chest. just as he was with the locker. held up purely by alessio's strength and the feral thrusting against his ass.

"seems I've made the perfect little nerd speechless." his hoarse chuckle indicates he's close too. close to creaming this tight, pretty ass all over again.

he shoves that red skirt up. trimmed black nails raking along fishnets and spanking the waistband around rishen's skin. all before he cups that weeping cock and gives it a few rough pumps.

oh, does he squirt so well.

"a-alessio - dios - aleesssiiioooo,"

"made you dumb huh? where's that smart head baby? only good for taking cock and squirtin' — oh I know, I knoooowwww."

a breathless laugh to pair with his cruelty as he swirls a merciless thumb at rishen's squelching tip. slamming his thick cock at an angle that had the other clenching, and alessio hissing at the sweet tightness.

"just wanna be my pretty boytoy. mhhm? yeah that's it baby. lose your mind. 's all you're - hah - good for.”

. ˚◞꒰ 🍰 verse 781 alessio / rishen ꒱ ⊹ ۪ ࣪ 

[willoillo]

New OC reference drop!! This is Ptarmigan. n_n He's kind of a shit but I love him anyway. Given that he started as "Elegance's potentially imaginary friend Ptarmigan" I think he's turned out lovely~

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[sapphanimates]

what are we thinking lads?

[staerplatinum]

Shin? 🤔

[rayix]

Hi hi oc time. This is Joxster, a little creature who likes to cause chaos and pull petty pranks on others, especially to those in The Glade of Dreams. He is an assistant to Mr. Dark and tends to help him, but usually falls short and isn't much of a help at all, only ever pulling tricks. He is capable of doing small amounts of magic and can shape shift (his color variation stays the same though when in a different form). Joxster desires the fear of other's and wants to be a reign of terror, but no one really takes him seriously. He's just a pest tbh.

[kyst-uwu]

Oh, and our beloved boys <3 🌕🐝

@mizucanbite - Aaron's owner

[mads-arts]

@oneoftheextras ‘s boy is pissing jayce off so fucking bad rn

[reptileenthusiastt]

Finally got around to making my WofSona a new ref sheet

Anyway, here's Crayfish:

He's a Hivewing/Seawing Hybrid (obviously) and was raised by and lives with his Seawing side of the family (despite him being more Hivewing than Seawing).

He doesn't have any very impressive hivewing powers, but his bite can cause at pretty intense stinging sensation, not much more than that, though.

Design notes + bonus ref below cut:

(Design notes)

- he only has glow stripes on one side of his face, being the left side

- only his front talons are webbed

- he lacks gills, and thus cannot breathe underwater

- the glasses are optional, he really only wears them when he goes outside (he's nearsighted and has astigmatism)

- his stripes can glow, but not quite as brightly as the average seawing

- I was gonna give him scars like the ones I have in real life (since he's basically me as a Wings of Fire character) but I forgor

(Bonus ref + small rant - his old design:)

Damn my art style has changed a lot

Yeah he used to be a Skywing/Seawing instead of a Hivewing/Seawing. Why did I change this? Because I think Hivewings are cooler. I would've made him a Sandwing/Seawing because Sandwings are my second favorite tribe after Seawings, but I wanted him to still be red.

As for the name change? Crayfish are sort of bug-like, which works for the Hivewing half, and they live in water, which works for the Seawing half. They can also be both red and (rarely) blue in real life (even though his "blue" parts look more teal but shhhh)

[labselkie]

CIRRATA AND HER HYBRID GIRLFRIEND HARP!! WHO BOOED!!!

[xayasmrxsoftlyx]

Imagine...one night, everyone gets thrown a curve ball.

New character intro; MDNI, nsft. TW: blood and blood drinking mentions, sexual tension, once again yandere themes, stalking, voyeurism

You can't sleep, like at all. Your room is too hot with the blanket on, too cold with them off- you stripped completely and it hasn't done a thing for you. The fan doesn't help you so you open your window. It changes nothing and you can't stop tossing and turning completely and utterly wide awake. It's around 2 in the morning when you hear buzzing. It's so comforting, so familiar, so painstakingly welcomed. It sounds like your favorite new bird friend and your confusion (and disbelief) doesn't stop you from jumping out of bed to check whatever it is making that noise. You tiptoe to your window and peek out of your sheer curtains. It's not quite a full moon so your eyes take a moment to adjust and that's when you see them.

You knew the forests had many creatures, magickal and non alike, but you never even thought of an insect hybrid; let alone one quite like them. You open the curtain a smidge more and peer at them closer. You notice them beginning to pace. They're so tall and skinny, clear thin wings beating yet they're not flying- it seems they're wanting to fly but restraining themself for some reason. It's clear to you that despite your lack of knowledge on them, that this is a mosquito hybrid.

He's got to be at least 7 feet tall and lanky as hell, he's got a little wiry hair along his chest, too, and he meanders amongst your flowers. He's agitated it seems, by something as he's looking around and his antennas twitching erratically with his wings rapidly flapping. Despite clear frustration, even to you, he's calm in his gate, gentle in his pass over the petals of your flowers, and taking deep enough breaths you could follow along if you wanted to. Equal parts fascination and concern well within your stomach as you observe the scene for only a more moments before ultimately deciding enough was enough. Slipping on your night robe, you sneak outside.

However, you can't exactly sneak when he whips around to face you the moment you open the door. (SO sweet, smell so good, needs to taste, needs to feed, needs to taste that sweet, intoxicating scent-) Despite the surprise to both of you, you don't hesitate to walk out to begin to meet him. He doesn't hesitate to stop in his place and freeze. He's staring at your soft, supple flesh peeking from the length of your robe, can't stop his eyes from flicking up and down your enchanting round curves and full gorgeous face. You're the sweet scent he came in search of- not your well cared for flowers.

Imagine you both seem to realize just what kind of situation this is when the wind shifts and the rather short skirt of your robe blows to reveal more than you thought it might; your embarrassment at just barely stopping it in time to conceal almost all of your chubby, wet sex. That doesn't stop the spike of sweat and arousal that comes from you catching on the wind and giving him full body shivers. You're painfully aware that unlike with your hummingbird hybrid- you're the prey. He can feed on your blood- may even want to! (God does he want to, he wants to so badly he's nearly drooling; especially if you stay this wet with sweat and sex the whole time- fuck he'd die and go to heaven for that shit right there.)

This time, the roles are reversed. You freeze, finally having thought about the consequences of coming outside scantily clad for a stranger. (Despite freezing, you're finding that you don't much mind these particular circumstances and consequences so far, you just hope it stays that way.) You swallow, palms growing sweaty and thick thighs becoming so wet and slick you don't even realize how much you're squeezing them together. You watch this handsome, devilish bug man stalk across your yard towards you, calm and confident and fucking sexy.

He's even taller than you gave him credit, leaner muscles than lanky, you realize. As he draws close you can hear his labored breathing, can feel the hunger in his eyes, and can't stop the whine that bubbles in the back of your throat. It doesn't quite leave your clenched jaw but he seems to have heard it nonetheless when he groans in response; finally close enough to properly smell you, properly see you (properly take you).

Your plush flesh smells even more delectable so close and you actually whine aloud when his nose comes down close enough to your neck you can feel his breath and he deeply inhales. (You smell so good, fuck, so delicious, can't wait to sink his teeth into you and then his cock- or maybe it should be the other way around? Shit, it doesn't matter as long as he can gorge himself on your sweet blood and juicy cunt.) "Smell like a real meal, doll." He gruffs, voice like melted butter on a hot pan to your already wet, hot pussy. He seems to smell your reaction if his gravelly buzz and grunt were anything to go by in immediate response. You don't even think when you suck in a small gasp of air and crane your neck to the side for him, dizzy on lust.

"Then eat." You truly have no idea what comes over you. (You know Calypte will be livid in possessive jealousy. Maybe that encourages you to continue instead of stop. Maybe you want to be that desired object of affection others fight over. Maybe you're just a slut. None of it matters because none of it stops you.) It honestly takes longer than you expected for him to move, longer than you wanted. It's when you're about to move, about to tease him about getting cold feet or having eyes bigger than his stomach when he's grabbing your fat curves and hauling your soft, malleable frame up into the air and into his impressively strong embrace. "Too small down there, shortcake." Adrenaline rockets through you and before you can orient yourself, his teeth are sinking into the soft, delicious warmth of your neck.

The sting is the first sensation you notice as the adrenaline begins to settle slightly. Then, it's the realization that you're in the air- like, as in flying. That sends your stomach somersaulting and pussy fluttering in arousal. It takes a few more seconds to feel his tongue(s!?) flicking at the wound to collect your blood or his soft antennas tickling along your feverish collarbones and chubby chin. You're starting to feel tingly and enjoyably hazy between the minor blood loss and all your budding sexual tension (and maybe a bit of sleep deprivation was helping).

Imagine it's so hard to put you down after he's had his fill. (He could use more, certainly wants more, and you definitely seem like you're more than enjoying it. You taste like Heaven- like true ambrosia and he's sure the only better taste on the planet comes from your dripping, pudgy pussy and he really wants to taste that from you. In order to do that, though, he needs to stock licking and sucking and kissing your supple neck and shoulders.) He's still cheeky about it as he does it, too. He slowly comes back to the ground and instead of settling you right down on your feet, he lets you slide down his chest and catch on his thigh, rubbing up against him as you do so. You can't stop the loud, keening whine and fervently grind down into him. You can feel your bare clit rubbing against his hairy thigh, can feel how wet you're making his own hot, sweaty skin, and you don't want it to stop but you can feel the moment is over- or paused at least.

"Helped?" you squeak, adorably hopeful and longing, softly and dream like as it settles in the night air. You're finally starting to feel tired, despite the scorching heat and arousal thrumming and rolling like waves through your veins. He snorts and realizes you're more out of it than he could have expected. Cute.

"Yuh, sweetheart, naw let's get you tuh bed; we can talk about it in the mornin." He sweeps you into his arms again and leads you inside when he realizes how tired you are. Eyes peer from the forest, narrowed and frustrated- this was NOT part of the plan. Good thing nature is oh-so adaptable.

[mostlyhumantmblr]

Slides my doodles towards you,, slowly……. 👁️

[ixirian-archive]

MIMAS-*

drawing my space alien god guy again

[willoillo]

WoF OC commission for Summer!! Big dragon hugs between friends~ OCs from left to right: Brilliance, Summer, and Sandhaze!! Looooove doing more dragon commissions so much; they're so much fun!! n_n

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