#Hybrid oc

[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.

[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)

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

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

[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 ꒱ ⊹ ۪ ࣪ 

[sapphanimates]

what are we thinking lads?

[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.

[staerplatinum]

Shin? 🤔

[lexezombie]

Ozzie did you lay these eggs?

Everyone say Hi to my Fizzmodeus kids! (They're somewhere in their teens, undecided right now)

also babies first drawing (doodle) of Fizz lmao -- I should draw Ozzie at some point

[pastel-omegas-blog]

Manor of Roses 🥀

Chapter one

⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾!!! 𝕎𝕀𝕃𝕃 ℂ𝕆ℕ𝕋𝔸𝕀ℕ 𝕄𝔸𝕋𝕌ℝ𝔼 𝕋ℍ𝔼𝕄𝔼𝕊 𝔸ℕ𝔻 𝕍𝕀𝕆𝕃𝔼ℕℂ𝔼 ( 𝕄𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝔹𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣, 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕/𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕖, 𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕖.) ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

Alistair Dove

The ruling lord of an independent territory that was  out of sight and hidden from the general populace, a territory known as the ' Field of Lillie's ' that lived their own lives free from outside influence.

A place had been described as '  The heavens on earth ' by the few people who had been privileged enough to be  allowed entry into the mysterious and closed off land.

They called it a utopia that hadn't been tainted by the evil and cruelness of the world.

A land were it's citizens lived in  peace without any stress or panic of monster attack, famine or fear of any life threatening diseases breaking out.

It was a land that was described to be flowing with milk and honey.

With rich fertile lands that bore sweet fruits and bountiful harvests almost all year round.

Clear skies, clear flowing rivers and streams all stretching as far as the eye could see.

It was a sight that  remained people that wonders, fulfillment and peace could still be found in this world that was being plagued by war, death and famine.

With a world currently thrown into war and chaos because of the demon kings invasion.

 The only thing separating it from the outside world was the huge wall of Lillie's rising up into the sky grow around every inch of the territory acting as a barrier to separate and isolate  from the rest of the harsh world ( the barrier giving the place it's name ) 

While the land behind these walls remained safe and tranquil the rest of the world had been thrown into hopelessness.

The skies were a haunting blood red, a colour that took over the once blue skies the day the demon lord attacked, even in the night the haunting colour would remain dying the skies.

The red rays of the sun made the lands barren, Crops and  grass life were shrinking and becoming withered eventually dying off, the grounds becoming baked and harden making it almost impossible to plant new grain.

The livestocks were falling I'll to an unknown disease that caused the animals to become hollow husks of skin and bones that would eventually die off.

  The lack of food for the people to eat had caused a great famine take over the land, making people do the unimaginable things to survive

the streams, rivers, oceans and seas were drying up with every day that passed making water becoming harder to find and any water pound filled to the brim had already been infested with an inky blackness that killed anyone desperate enough to drink it.

The ever growing mountain of corpses had led to foul diseases  sweeping over the land.

Feral månå beasts and monsters wrecked havoc on the already suffering land, killing what was left of the people trying to survive.

But the Field of Lillie's was a place unaware of the suffering of the rest of the world.

And with such a blessed land free from the struggles of the outside it was only natural for the people who reside in it to be happy and kind hearted souls, who had not a single worry in the world.

With such a land that catered to its peoples every needs it wasn't much of a surprise that the people were all very welcoming and nice to everyone.

There was no social class separating anyone.

Even though the place held recessive alphas and omegas , They weren't elevated above the betters nor did they act like they were superiors, there was no such things as nobles or peasants.

There was no oppression amongst the people midst.

No discrimination amongst people of different species.

Hybrids, elves, goblins, orcs, sirens, dragon borns etc, all stayed together without having any contempt towards one another.

No slums.

No one suffering.

No  pain.

It was just people living together in peace and harmony with everyone doing their part to help in the community.

Visitors who had been fortune enough to enter would always talk non stop about the peoples welcoming aura.

Their kind smiles, their incredible hospitality, their wonderful personalities.

And ruling over these kind souls was none other than Alistair.

He was like a painting  that depicted the raw essence of purity and innocence.

With a heart of gold he had taken up the demanding role of being the figure head that watched over and catered to the needs of his people 

Yet he still had an air of authority around him that made him a capable and well respected leader.

A beautiful  elven dominant omega with a lovely feminine face.

With pale Ivory skin that resembled that of a porcelain doll.

He had Long pale silvery white hair that was always tied neatly in a bun with silk ribbons, his front bangs dropping to cover his left eye.

His right eye that was visible had thick long silvery lashes that fluttered on the top of his cheek bones whenever he blinked.

The colour of his eye was a breathtaking shade cerulean  blue, one that seemed to send people into a trance whenever they made eye contact with him as the feeling of Serenity and peace seemed to take over their being.

A rosey pink blush dusted his pale cheek and his thin, glossy pink lips always seemed to be stretched into a sweet smile.

His slender feminine figure was clothed in flowy white silk robes with pretty embroideries of Lillie's  that accentuated his form.

An air of elegance and kindness seemed to seep off him.

Even though the territory was hidden from the eyes of others as it wanted to separate itself from the harsh political environment of others places, the elven omega and his people had sent out food stuff and medical aid hoping to help them, even though they could easily ignore what was going on and focus solely on themselves.

Their kindness would not let them sit down ideally and watch others suffer when they could do something to help relieve the pain.

And it with such a kind heart he had accepted to house the heroes party that was destined to slay the demon king.

Even if doing so would create a huge target on the backs of him and his people.

Alistair had told them he would provide everything during their stay and that the magic of the walls would be enough to fend against the demon kings dark arts and that he would be at their beck and call for whatever they needed during their stay in his manor as they rejuvenated themselves .

So here they were relaxing in the pretty gardens of the Dove manor as the villagers attended to their every needs.

The heroes who were destined to slay the demon king were all taking a much deserved rest.

Under the soft rays of the surprisingly blue sky's they could laze around without the constant threat of death looming over their shoulders.

" Aah~ This is the life "  a brown haired elven man said as he stretched his body letting out a content sigh when a bone popped going to snuggle in his hammock under the relaxing shade of a tree.

" You've got that right captain " the deep voice of a dragon hybrid chimed in as he brought a huge jug of fresh grape wine to his lips chugging the rich liquid down in large chucks, stretching the jug out to a scantly dressed woman to pour another round for him.

" I can't remember the last time I was able to laze around like this. A change from constantly worrying about our necks and one I'm enjoying " a fox hybrid said sleepy as he stretched his joints until he felt a satisfied pop, before going back to resting on the tree branch of the apple he had been sleeping on stretching a hand to grab a bright red apple, bringing it to his lips to take a satisfying a bite out of it.

" The religion might differ from that of the empire, yet they managed to escape the ire of the demon king. How very fascinating. " A pretty dark fairy woman dressed in white holy robes, her pretty pink hair hidden under the veil on her head said as she sat on the lush green grass under the shade of a giant tree reading the land's holy scriptures.

Yes.

Almost every member of the heroes party seemed be enjoying their well deserved break.

Everyone except their human healer, a ' beta ' commoner named M/N.

Something about this whole place just........... rubbed him the wrong way.

Everytime he tired to enjoy himself like the others his stomach would tie itself into knots and his guy would star screaming at him to get away from here.

And he also couldn't knock off the feeling that someone was constantly watching him.

Besides they had been there for far to long.

What was originally supposed to be a two days rest had now turned to a stay of three months.

And every single day the demon king got stronger.

And it wasn't as if the rest had been training their hardest to get stronger so they could defeat their enemy.

Instead of training they had been spending their days leisuring around without a care in the world and with each passing day they tried to down play the war  happening outside the giant lily walls.

It was almost as if the land was influencing them to abandon their mission of slaying the demon king ( he wasn't accusing the people and their leader of using dark magic, but his gut told him that had to be it, because only dark magic would be able to have effect in controlling the mind of the gods chosen ones )

But everytime he tried to bring it up to the others he was met with.......... A bit of resistance.

" U.....um Tresyil  d... don't you think it's time w...we  start m.. moving ? "

The s/c man's soft voice spoke up as he questioned his leader  and the once warm and tranquil air became cold and over bearing.

The human felt his breath hitch in his throat as all everyone turned their attention to him, their gazes cold and condescending.

" Oh ? Since when did you become the leader of the party that you think you can start giving out orders "

The once jovial voice of the party's brown haired captain was now cold and authoritative, one that made the h/c man freeze in his spot as panic bubbled in his chest knowing what the other was implying.

 When did a flithy human start to question the decisions of a pure blood elf ?

" N..no! T...that's not w.. what I meant-AAH!" the h/c tired to defend himself only for an empty wooden jug to slam into his forehead causing a yelp of pain to leave his lips as his hands flew up to nurse the forming bruise.

" YOU SHUT YER TRAP YOU FILTHY ÅHENAKI OR I'LL COME THERE TO DO IT FER YA !!! " 

The dragon hybrid hollered out a pissed off expression on his face as he was struggling to get up from his seat, only been calmed down by the scantily dressed women by his side.

M/N winced in pain biting the inside of his cheek to force his whimpers down, not wanting to agitate the other any further.

" Now now Reigon you should calm your self down, you wouldn't want to destroy anything and upset our hosts who have been so awfully kind to us " the fairy folk spoke up causing the dragon to turn his attention towards her.

" I'm not causing any trouble Eva!!! It's the filthy Åhenaki that refuses to know it's place "

Reigon grumbled out with a huff, leaning into the touch of the beautiful women around as they whispered praises into his ears that calmed him down.

" Still not an accuse. You could have damaged that jug just now " the nun replied more worried about the jug than her teammate who's wound was beginning to bleed.

" She's right you know " Tresyil spoke up and the fairy nodded her head at her Captain's support.

" That was uncalled for.  You could have broken that and that would have made Alistair disappointed  " the brown haired elven man said and the dragon hybrid flinched at his words.

" Y..yer right cap'n Lord Dove wouldn't be happy about that. My bad " the dragon hybrid apologized and elf nodded his head in understanding.

" It's okay ....." The brown haired man stared, his eyes going to glare at the human who let out a soft whimper of fear 

" After all you were simply reminding something to know it's place "

M/N felt overwhelming shame and embarrassment fill him to the brim and he fought back the tears that threatened to spill down his cheeks.

Looking at the direction of where the fox hybrid was staying watching the whole ' show ' go down the h/c man hoped he would speak to the rest of their teammates and tell them to go easier on him.

Like he always did.

But instead the man simply looked away unbothered as he continued eating his apple 

Knowing his presence was not needed the human ( and not wanting to listen to the hateful things that would be directed at him if he stayed any longer ) M/N quickly gathered himself and sputtered out excuses before leaving the midst of the heroes.

Cerulean blue eye watched the interaction from afar, a frown tugging down the owners lips as he watched the human leave.

" He still hasn't fallen for the illusion "to man mumbled to himself in annoyance.

Even someone as powerful as him was finding it hard to put a simple human under his control, if the others should find out they would never let him hear the end of it.

" Looks like I need to get rid of him personally" he said with a tired sigh as he started walking away.

Other than the bloody mess he was about to make ( one that he wouldn't be cleaning up ) he has no worries.

It was clear the others had no interest in the well being of the human so getting rid of him would probably make them fall faster for his mind control.

Now that that was settled all that was left of now was to dispose of the nuisance.

‡CLASS HIERARCHY‡

DOMINANT ALPHAS

Are the highest of the whole tier and can control the others.

They have very large body frames and can stand from 6 - 9 feet at times.

*Note* some hybrid species can grow taller and bigger than this

Their pheromones are so strong that even Betas can perceive them and easily get manipulated by it, they have the same effect on omegas, but dominant omegas ate able to resist it a bit.

They usually come from higher noble back grounds,but can be found in middle class as well, but their usually illegitimate children who have royal or higher ranking noble blood in their veins

Ruts usually have a strong effect on them and make them lose themselves to instincts. It tends to last for five days to a week and in the time they are constantly try to make sure their seed is buried deep within their partners.

Ruts can last a few days longer if they are one that uses frequently superssants.

RECESSIVE ALPHAS:

They are more common than Dominant Alphas, but their body frame and height is not as daunting as their Dominant counter parts , standing from 6 - 8 feet.

*Note* some hybrid species can still grow taller than this

Their scents are also not as strong, but they can still attract recessive omegas and betas with not much difficulty, there is a very strong resistance with dominant omegas though.

Female Recessive alphas also have the ability to get pregnant, but by dominant alphas only.

Majority of them tend to lack the  pseudo penis in their Virgina like female dominant alphas do and even if they do, most noble families usually perform surgeries to get rid of it so they can engage them off to either male recessive alphas or any gender dominant alphas  to increase chances of pregnancy.

They go through heat, but it is very weak and only causes them slight discomfort and some don't even experience it all all.

The highest the heats tend to last for the ones who do experience it is a day and a half.

Male recessive alphas experience rut, but it doesn't affect as severely as their dominant counterparts, but they still loose control and tend to succumb to their instincts. It usually lasts for 3 - 5 days.

BETAS:

They are very common in this world making at least 51% of the total population.

They also have scents but theirs are very weak compared to the Alphas and omegas.

  How strong one's pheromones determine their worth.

Betas have very little pheromones making them worthless in the eyes of alphas and omegas.

They also cannot perceive pheromones all that well ( unless the person is from the dominant hierarchy ) so they usually use body build to determine what the second gender of a person is or they ask.

Female betas also experience heat , but theirs is not as painful as an omega, but is more serious than a female Recessive alphas and lasts for 2 days maximum.

They can usually go through it without the help of a mate, but their fertility levels are not that high.

All betas are  commoners and peasants folk and unless they've had a history of other classes in their family tree it will remain that way.

They are seen as lesser in this society.

DOMINANT OMEGAS:

Are the most sought out of Omegas since they have very beautiful appearances and  very alluring pheromones.

Their fertility level is also very high and in some rare cases they can carry 3 to 5 pups at a time.

Like Dominant Alphas, Dominant omegas are mostly found in higher noble families or in the royal bloodline, but can be found in middle class or poorer noble backgrounds as well ( this happens in very rare cases )

A dominant omega's heat can last for a week but can also become week an a half if they are one to constantly use superssants 

In some rare cases they don't experience heats until much later in their life due to stress or over working 

RECESSIVE OMEGAS

 They are also very pretty and have nice pheromones, but  their scents are not as strong as their dominant counter parts.

Their heats usually last up to five days.

They don't have high fertility rates as well and can only have one or two pups throughout their life time, but there's a reason for this.

Their class can get pregnant and also make their dominant counter parts pregnant as well, so marriages between the two omega classes do happen, although very rarely since majority of the time both classes prefer alpha partners

HUMANS 

Humans are creatures that have been condemned by the holy scriptures of all empires, nations, countries and kingdoms for being the children of a rouge deity that caused destruction and chaos by disturbing the peace of the gods and goddesses in the heavens.

By the holy scriptures humans and are a few other species are the ones that are written to not have received blessings from the goddess of light, the god of wind and the the god of nature, the three major gods that are being worshipped in the religion of Luveriux.

 Humanity is seen as a dirt and a mistake in the perfect society of mythics and hybrids as they lack the ability to wield strong månå attributes and physical strength.

 Where hated because of the words of the holy scriptures but the hate and brutality against this species became worse after they tried to ' wage war ' on the mythics which led to over 95 percent of their population being wiped out.

 The war itself happened over a millennia ago and not much is known other than how brutally the humans lost.

 Because of the outcome of the war humans are now treated worse than before.

Humans themselves are now very rare and are going extinct little by with less than a hundred full blooded humans walking around ( this number is unknown and believed to be smaller )

 Not much is actually know about this species.

This work is just an excuse to create a new dominant omega oc and a porn with plot story. Stay tuned for future updates.

Also here's my Twitter account give me a follow if your up to and like my art will post art of Alistair latter today.

https://twitter.com/Pastel_63

[sirstrawberryhead]

Random dragon I created for the sake of naming him Bluebonnet :D (he’s a Seawing/Leafwing hybrid btw)

[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.

[brainrotbott]

babe wake up world's (my brain) first hades oc just dropped !!!

[zwestrrria]

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𝕮𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖔𝖓 𝖋𝖔𝖗 @𝖈𝖔𝖊𝖉𝖆𝖊𝖟

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[gofishygo]

i feel like a concept people don’t really expand on in cat hybrids is that some cats can sense when someone is about to die. there’s one named oscar (?) who cuddles up to people in aged care homes when he knows they’re going to die, it’s sort of wholesome in a way. would be super cool to see someone expand on that maybe ?? like a therapy cat reader + wraith! ghost ? idk i think im just yappin

[cowgomoo1123]

YOU KNOW WHAT??

I FUCKING RENDERED

anyway little night/rainwing bc i wanted to make a little guy with some yellow stars :]

what should i name her?

[staerplatinum]

"Straight with that posture! Chin up, and hop!" Guojiu teaching Shin the dance steps for a special ritual!

[sombrathedragon]

My part of the art trade with @yellow-computer-mouse!! This is his character Saffron! :] She honestly looks like she would listen to Chappell Roan 😛 Anyways this was really fun, Ty for letting me draw your character Yellow !! :]