#dog hybrid!steve

[ddejavvu]

Puppy!eddie eats you out soooooo much when you adopt puppy!Steve. Won’t let you get up until he’s satisfied, and coincidentally that’s usually when you can’t walk anywhere anyway. Always wants to show you what a good puppy he is, needs you to call him good boy. But he can get a tad more feral when he’s really into the throes of enjoying his treat, he’ll growl at your new addition when he walks into the room because that’s his pussy. To lick and eat and knot and breed and birth his litter and make squirt everywhere. You’ll go to attend to Steve and Eddie is pressing you to the floor, not letting you up as he buries his entire face in you. Jealous baby

But Steve sees what’s going on all the time. Smells it. Buries himself in a nest of your dirty laundry basket, that has your underwear Eddie used a little before tearing off in it, so he’s very acquainted with the scent. One day you wake up to licks down there, the feeling of wet tongue lapping needily over and over at you waking you up, before the sloppy, and tail thumping sounds. But when you look down it’s your new pup Steve eating you out. Instead of how Eddie does some mornings. He had humped you a bit before, to show you his feelings, but he’d never gone anywhere near this far before. Eddie wouldn’t have let him. Although when Eddie wakes up, in the same bed, there’s hell to pay. That’s the first actually physical fight you have to break up between the two

cw: hybrid au with dog hybrid!eddie and dog hybrid!steve. don't like don't read, or block the tag 'hybrid au' below. hybrid au faq

this post is 18+, minors dni.

shut uuuuppp oh my god there's no denying it anymore i'm a whore and that's it.

it's both possessive and for praise, eddie wants you to gush about how fantastic it feels while steve's in the other room definitely able to hear you 'cause eddie's a little insecure about this guy just showing up and staying - he definitely takes pride in the blush on steve's cheeks when he walks out after making you scream and makes dinner for the three of you (because your legs are too wobbly to stand at the stove). but something angry and hot burns at eddie's insides when steve tries butting in, even if he isn't trying to snatch you away from eddie he's asking if you guys can watch a movie tonight or letting you know that he cleaned out the fridge 'cause he saw something sticky in there when he was getting a snack earlier. they're all comments and requests that you fawn over him for, so eddie doubles down and keeps you in his grip so that if you're gonna be thanking steve for the chores he did or promising to rent a specific movie for the night you're gonna be creaming on his tongue while you do it <3

there is something so special to me about perv hybrid!steve... like he knows what he's doing is wrong, sneaking into your closet and taking your panties, he knows he shouldn't be doing it, especially 'cause you're so nice to have taken him in in the first place, he just can't help it. eddie's driving him crazy, showing you off as if to say that steve will never get you the way eddie does, and one morning he just can't take it anymore. he decides to just go for it, he kisses up your thighs and presses sweet kisses to your clit through your underwear and buries his nose in your clothed cunt and when you start getting wet he dives in and eats you out. he's voracious, licking and sucking and drooling and panting as he devours you, he knows now why eddie's so attached to eating you out because he's sure as hell never gonna stop his spit is so plentiful that it's mixing with your slick and running down your ass, which he happily licks up and soaks his face in your slick <3 he's definitely not trying to wake you or eddie up, he's just trying to make you feel good and finally satiate some of his own urges, but you obviously wake up from the feeling, and he only gets more enthusiastic when you pet his ears and tug gently on his hair and whimper and moan and all of that good stuff <33 but of course, those sounds make eddie wake up, and that's when all hell breaks loose. you really think eddie's gonna bite steve, you're desperately trying to shove yourself between them before eddie starts throwing punches, but they're swearing at each other and they're both trying to push you away so that you don't get caught in the middle.

eventually you're able to calm them down! it's definitely a turning point in your relationship, the three of you make peace as one unit instead of you separately placating eddie and steve, but the more eddie gets used to the concept of sharing you, the more chill he'll be when steve decides it's his turn to wake you up <3

[ghostlynimbus]

obviously i need to know more about the hybrid au!

Discount Dog - Hybrid AU is a WIP I really need to work on more, I really like this one but I guess I've been too distracted by other projects.

In this AU hybrids (their own unique species, with various breeds/subspecies that have various different animal features) are essentially luxury pets, they are very expensive to buy, and have about the same legal standing as a normal dog or cat, despite actually being much closer to humans than they are to the animals they share features with.

Steve, a human, has never put too much thought into hybrids, besides thinking they are cool. That is, until he gets to know Dustin, a bunny hybrid whose dad was a hybrid and whose mom is human.

Unfortunately, unaware of his changing opinions on hybrids, Steve's parents decide to get him one for christmas (something he would have been very excited for just a few years ago). He knows there's no changing their minds on this, so after talking it over with Dustin he resolves to get one and just treat them well and make sure they know they can leave if they want to.

He is entirely unprepared to find Billy, Max's stepfather's wolfdog hybrid, on sale at the nearest hybrid store in Indianapolis.

[steddieasitgoes]

Detours & Second Chances

written for @steddie-week Day 5 prompt: Reunion / Getting Back Together Rating: T | wc: 3545 | no cw Another big thank you to @sidekickjoey and @thefreakandthehair for giving this a beta read for me! Read on ao3

Steve had high hopes for this road trip. 

Just him, the twins, and the wide open roads with the promise of the beach and Disneyland on the horizon. He knew better than to plan it down to the second, especially when traveling with Mabel and Ollie, but he did hope to keep to some kind of schedule. A few nights here, a couple of nights there, a handful of free time hours carved into nearly every day so the kids could pick which tacky roadside attraction they could visit and then gloat to Aunt Robin about seeing. 

What Steve hadn’t planned for was the Winnebago going up in smoke four and a half hours from Disneyland on I-15. 

The good news is that it happened just as they entered Las Vegas, Nevada, and not thirty minutes later in the middle of the Nevada-California desert. The bad news is that it happened just as they entered Las Vegas, Nevada on a Sunday afternoon when everyone was trying to leave. 

Steve expects the drivers around him to curse and flip him off. At the very least, he imagines them shaking their heads in disapproval as they slowly inch past the smoking Winnebago broken down in the middle of the three-lane highway. And there is some of that, honking horns and judgmental gazes, enough that he has to explain to Mabel and Ollie that showing someone your middle finger is not nice and no you shouldn’t do it to each other. But there’s also a handful of Sunday travelers who take pity on him. 

Two truck drivers manage to get their rigs off onto the shoulder and then mosey their way over to see if they can help Steve identify why the RV is smoking. A woman in a mini-van full of preteens in sports jerseys offers him an entire ice chest full of snacks for Mabel and Ollie. Some good Samaritan even makes the half-mile hike to the nearest pay phone to call for a tow truck so Steve doesn’t have to leave the kids or make the track himself with them following behind him. 

Forty-five minutes later, they all climb into a yellow taxi while Winnie the Winnebago gets towed away. For a moment, he thinks he’s ruined the entire vacation, but listening to Mabel and Ollie talk about how cool it was to watch the “toe man” do his job eases the guilt. 

Unfortunately, the repair shop is nowhere near as exciting as standing in the middle of I-15 — at least, that’s what Ollie tells Steve five minutes after they’ve walked into the garage. Steve tries his best to keep everyone’s spirits up in between filing out paperwork and bargaining with the mechanic over the price of the repairs. He lets the kid raid the vending machine and spread it all out on the worn plastic chairs in the makeshift lobby like some kind of five-star buffet. It’s mainly cookies and chips, a few candy bars, and a granola bar Mabel even generously spent $1.10 on for him. 

It’s not the worst meal they’ve had on the trip — that honor goes to the gas station in Kearney, Nebraska, and the hot dogs he knew were a bad idea — but it’s definitely the least nutritious. And, in hindsight, it’s not the best idea now that Mabel and Ollie are hyped up on sugar in a small space with no central air conditioning. He gets it. He’s almost at his wit’s end, too, and he has several decades of patience over them. 

He’s hot and tired and so frustrated, he’d break down and cry if he could, but he doesn’t want to upset the kids or ruin the day more than it’s already been ruined. Instead, he puts on his brave Dad Face™, leaves his pager number with the mechanic’s receptionist, and takes the kids to explore Las Vegas. 

The city wasn’t on their list. It’s not kid-friendly, and the July heat is anything but welcoming, but thankfully, they luck out and stumble across a hybrid game and music store a few blocks away from the repair shop.

The bell above their door announces their entrance to the quiet storefront as the sweet, sweet relief of the AC hits them. Steve closes his eyes, soaking in the cool air for a moment before Mabel and Ollie are tugging on his hands, trying to drag him in different directions. 

Steve knows he should put an end to their bickering that borders on full-on sibling bullying, especially judging by the way they’ve dropped his hand in favor of pinching each other’s arms, but he gets distracted when a figure emerges from the back of the shop. 

The footsteps are uneven, which makes sense when an ornate cane enters Steve’s line of sight. He studies it, taking in the impressive woodwork and paint job — Max’s own can is pretty spectacular, but this one is a close second. Soon, his eyes drift from the cane to the hand holding it, a ring on each finger. Silver and gaudy and eerily similar to—

“Holy shit,” the voice says. “Are my eyes giving out on me too, or is Steve Harrington really standing in my shop right now?” 

Steve’s eyes shoot up to meet the man’s face — to meet Eddie’s face. It’s been years, shit, almost a decade he thinks, but Eddie looks the same. Older, sure. A few wrinkles around his eyes and a softer belly. But he’s still him. Unruly curls barely contained in a bun at the base of his neck, mischievous eyes, and a smile that makes Steve’s stomach flip in a way it hasn’t done in too long. Yup, definitely him.

“Eddie?”

Eddie laughs, throwing his head back with the same carelessness as he had at twenty years old. Only this time, when he rights himself, he has to reach a hand up to his neck to massage the ache. “Man, this is some cosmic, universe shit!” 

“At least it’s the good kind this time,” Steve jokes. 

Eddie goes for a full-on hug, Steve an awkward side one, and as a result, they end up with their bodies smushed against each other, arms pinned between each other in the world’s worst hug of all time. But it’s also the greatest, as far as Steve’s concerned. 

When they separate, Eddie gives Steve a quick once-over before shaking his head again. “So, what brings you all the way to Sin City?” 

“A family road trip.” 

“Ah, so the six nuggets and a Winnebago dream came true, then?” Eddie muses. 

“More like two nuggets, a piece of shit rental that’s in a repair shop after crapping out on me on I-15, and a co-pilot that doubles as my son’s emotional support stuffed animal,” Steve says, then smiles. “But I can’t complain.” 

“Wheeler never jumped on the Harrington Express?” 

Steve’s interrupted by Ollie running at him with a vinyl record thrust above his head. Mabel appears a moment later, holding a giant box in her arms that’s clearly too heavy for her. She passes it to Steve, who hands it over to Eddie, who has taken refuge behind the glass counter. As soon as the kids appear, they’re gone again. Steve shouts after them to stay together and not to touch anything. It goes in one ear and out the other if the loud crash that follows a moment later is anything to go off of. Steve winces and looks at Eddie apologetically. 

“I promise I’ll pay for whatever they break. They’re a little stir-crazy from being stuck at the repair shop all day.” 

Eddie doesn’t look worried about it in the slightest. In fact, Steve’s willing to bet he didn’t even hear the crash, judging by the fond look on his face. It’s a soft smile, almost bittersweet if he had to put a name to it. It looks out of place on his face — almost too earnest, which makes no sense because Eddie is the most earnest guy Steve’s ever known. 

“Eddie?” 

“Huh, what?” Eddie blinks himself back to the present. When he shakes his head, the elastic holding his hair back snaps, sending his curls cascading down to his shoulders. It’s easy now to see the hints of gray peppered into the locks that used to keep Steve up at night — occasionally still keeps him up. 

Steve gestures toward the row where Mabel and Ollie are frantically trying to restack things on the shelves. This time, Eddie snorts and meets Steve's gaze with that familiar crooked smile. 

“Don’t worry about them. S’just boxes and shit.” 

Steve nods and then grabs a pen out of the cup on the glass counter. He twirls it between his fingers, something about the rhythmic motion calming the silly nerves running wild in his body right now. 

It’s just Eddie. 

“Nance would kill you for even thinking she’s a part of this circus,” Steve says, then panics. “To answer your question from before. No misses at all actually. Or misters either,” Steve says before he chickens out. 

Eddie left before he realized that little fun fact about himself. It was ironic (and tragic), considering he’s the reason Steve even realized it to begin with. Chalk it up to cosmic, universe shit — the bad kind that time. 

“Cause that could be an option to, you know. Obviously you know, but it’s an option for me too in case you didn’t know and—“

“Woah, breathe, Steve.” 

Steve takes a slow, deep inhale. His exhale is strong enough to send a few of Eddie’s stray curls fluttering before settling back amongst the rest. “Sorry.” 

“Stop apologizing!” Eddie throws his hand across the counter, squeezing Steve’s wrist, 

It’s silly, but something about the simple touch relaxes the nervous energy that’s taken over him ever since Eddie emerged from the back. A part of Steve wants to blame the relief on the touch, but he knows better. Knows it has everything to do with finally telling Eddie about this part of him he helped him discover. 

Steve’s been out to just about everyone he cares about, and now he’s certain he’s told them all. 

“So no misses or misters,” Eddie says, before hiding his growing smile behind a curl. “What about Buckley? Is she on the great American family road trip with you?” 

“Robin refuses to get into Winnebagos after, well, you know.” 

“Can’t say I blame her for that one.” 

“It’s just me and the kids. Mabel and Ollie. They’re my kids…I mean, well, obviously, they’re mine, and anyone who says they’re not are fucking idiots, but they’re not blood mine or whatever people say.” Christ, he’s rambling again. “I adopted them. Actually, I was supposed to be their temporary foster parent. I was in my second year as a social worker, and they were two and six months old when they came in the middle of a Saturday night and we had no one on standby. They came home with me, and then they just never left.” 

Somewhere in his rambling, Eddie made himself comfortable, pillowing his chin on his hands, elbows sinking into the giant mouse pad that’s stretched out on top of the glass counter. He’s dropped the curl, his bright smile on full display, dimple, and everything when he looks at Steve now. 

“I love a good foster fail story,” he cooed. “I have a few myself. Fosters that turned into full-on adoptions. I mean not human kids, cats. And a few dogs. Even a bird. But they’re my kids, you know. I mean, not that what you did is the same thing as me or anything, but I… I’m just going to stop talking now.”

This time, it’s Steve's hand that breaks the barrier between them, reaching out to pat Eddie on the shoulder. A reassuring thing that he hopes conveys that he’s not offended. Just in case, he spells it out for him verbally too. 

“I get it. Kids mean a lot of things to different people. If you say they’re your kids, they’re your kids,” he says, smiling. “Robin has a plant, Ferguson. When she first got it she carried it around in Ollie’s baby bjorn because she needed to ‘bond’ with it.” 

Eddie laughs, this time hard enough that the case between them vibrates. “Lesbians, and their plants, man.” 

“She rescued it from her ex, who was drowning it.” 

“We’re just all patron saints of lost things, aren’t we?” 

“Guess so.” Steve smiles, then adjusts his own stance so he’s leaning against the counter. Something pops in his back, and for once, he doesn’t make an excuse. Eddie knows all about their aches and pains — the way their bodies are thirty years older than they should be, thanks to their teenage years. He runs a steady hand through his hair, hoping beyond hope that it’s not as greasy as it feels and then turns his attention to Eddie. “What about you? Game and record store sounds like a pretty sweet deal.” 

Eddie blows out air in a whoosh and reaches for another curl. “I mean, yeah, it’s pretty cool. Closest I could get to being a rockstar, I guess.” 

“Do you still play?” 

“Occasionally. There’s a dive bar a few streets over that I perform sometimes. No band, though. At least, not yet. I’m giving myself a few more years; let the gray really come in,” Eddie says, fluffing his curls. “And then I’ll join one of those mid-life crisis dad bands.” 

“Solid plan.” He fiddles with the pen again, contemplating if he should ask what he wants, too. Screw it. Who knows when he’s going to see Eddie again — if it’ll ever happen again. It’s best not to leave anything on the table. “What about a partner?” 

“Me?” Eddie asks, pointing to himself before laughing. “Nope. No partner. No lovers either, really. It’s just me and the petting zoo. And Wayne, when the old man makes the trip out to visit me.” 

Eddie being alone all these years shouldn’t make Steve happy. He should want him to be settled by now, grossly in love with someone who makes him feel special like he deserves. But Steve’s heart is a traitor, and his brain is no better, already imagining ten different ways he could change that. 

Had he known Eddie’s been in Vegas alone all this time, he would have visited a lot sooner. Hell, he would have made this their final destination — he’s sure he could find something family-friendly here for Mabel and Ollie. There’s a lake around here or some shit, right? They could have—

“Shit,” Steve says, reaching for his beeping pager. The repair shop number appears on the small screen. “Could I borrow your phone? This is the repair shop.” 

“I suppose I could make an exception on my no-customers rule,” Eddie teases. “Phones in my office, straight back there.” 

Steve nods and rounds the counter towards the backroom but stops short. The kids. He almost forgot about the kids. “Do you mind keeping an eye on them?” Steve asks, tilting his head to Mabel and Ollie who have finally picked up the mess they created. 

“Of course! Don’t worry about them. I’m great with kids.” 

“I remember.” 

___

Eddie’s office isn’t unlike his teenage bedroom Steve spent many nights in. It has his typical brand of messiness but with an added layer of professionalism. Like, there’s an honest-to-God filing cabinet in the corner, but next to it is a three-foot-tall Yoda statue.  Papers lay haphazardly on the desk beside a calculator. 

There are posters all over the walls — some Steve recognizes, some he doesn’t — and endless photographs in mismatched frames. At least three wallet-sized frames with pictures of his pets — kids — sit on the desk. There’s one of Wayne and Eddie on his graduation day on the bookshelfnbeside photos of him with Dustin and some of the other kids over the years. 

He even spots himself amongst the familiar faces — a polaroid they took one summer in Hawkins. It feels like a lifetime ago, but a part of Steve remembers what it was like to have Eddie’s arm slung around him like that with the sun beating down their faces, causing them to squint in the photo because Jonathan refused to shoot directly into the sunlight. 

Steve gives himself another second to soak in Eddie’s office, searching for any other details he can find to fill in the years he’s missed — a pride flag draped over a chair, his business license framed on the wall, packs of half-used nicotine gum instead of cartons of cigarettes. Finally, he makes it to the phone and punches in the number of the repair shop. 

___

When Steve resurfaced twenty minutes later, the neon “open” sign that flickered in the window had been shut off. Eddie’s abandoned his post behind the counter, taking up space at a table in the game section of the store. Mabel and Ollie are sitting on either side of him, listening intently with wide eyes as he moves two figures across a board toward a hoard of waiting miniature figures. 

“I leave you for twenty minutes, and you’re already corrupting them with your nerd games?” Steve teases, ruffling both Mabel and Ollie’s hair in the process. 

Eddie scoffs. “You expect me to believe Dustin hasn’t put them through D&D boot camp yet? Please.” 

“Your stories are nothing like Dustin’s,” Ollie says, voice full of awe. 

“Yeah, he always wants to skip the fun adventure stuff and get straight to the battles,” Mabel chimes in. “That's why we like it when Daddy gets to be in charge.” 

Eddie’s head swivels so fast that the irrational part of Steve’s brain fears it’s going to fly right off. “You DM for them?” 

 “I wouldn’t call it Dungeon Master-ing,” Steve says, grabbing the back of his neck. The room feels ten times hotter all of a sudden. The AC must have shut off, he reasons. There’s no other explanation for his sudden flush. Not at all. “I really just make sh— stuff up.” 

“He’s the best make-believer! You should play with us sometime. Like tonight!” 

“Mabel, Eddie’s busy running this store; he can’t just stop to play with you. And besides, we have to get going soon.” 

“They fixed Winnie?” Ollie asks, jumping up from his seat. 

Steve sighs. “Not yet. That’s why we have to leave. I need to find somewhere for us to sleep tonight that’s—

“—I have a guest room.”

Steve blinks. Is Eddie offering his place to them? His hearing may be spotty lately, but he’s never imagined entire phrases before. Which means—

“I mean if you want,” Eddie says sheepishly this time. “I have a hoard of kittens running around right now, so if you’re allergic, it might not be the best place but—“

“Kittens!” Mabel squeals before rapidly asking Eddie a hundred questions about them, but he doesn’t stand a chance of answering. 

“Can’t we stay at his house, Daddy?” 

“I really do have a spare bedroom and bathroom. Plus, a couch and a semi-stocked fridge. And I wouldn’t charge you. The hotels around here are going to sense your need and charge you an arm and a leg, trust me.”

Steve would be stupid to turn it down. A free stay in an actual house. A meal he can cook with his own two hands that don’t involve a shitty stove that gives out after a few minutes. Not to mention, a shower with actual hot water. 

Plus, it comes with the added bonus of a few more hours with Eddie. Yeah, there’s not a chance in hell he’s turning that down. Not again. 

“Alright, yeah. Let’s do it.” Mabel and Ollie shout in excitement, spinning around the table. Eddie might not have the same energy level as them to join them, but his smile says it all. 

“It’ll be just like old times.” 

“Wait! You guys know each other?”

Steve laughs first, but soon Eddie’s cackle joins him and it really does feel like old times again. “Of course, I know him. What? You think I would let us stay in a stranger’s house? Don’t you know me at all?” 

___

Three days later, Steve finds himself behind the wheel of Winnie the Winnebago as she makes her grand return to I-15. When he glances over his shoulder as the traffic crawls for miles in front of him, he spots Mabel and Ollie throwing Fruit Loops at each other to see who can catch the most in their mouth. And when he looks to his right, Eddie’s there — feet up on the dash, hands protectively clutching Ollie’s teddy bear as if he’s hoping it offers him the same comfort it does for the six-year-old — handsome as ever.

“Didn’t think I’d ever be back in one of these,” he says fondly. “Especially not with you behind the wheel.” 

“Really?” Steve lets the corners of his lips twitch upward. Doesn’t try to fight the blush he knows is creeping across his cheeks. “‘Cause this is all I’ve thought about for years.” 

[strangerxperv]

Bunny hybrid Eddie x human reader x (golden retriever) werewolf Steve

( @werecreature-addicted inspired me to think outside the box for bunny hybrids)

I have some thots

Hybrids and Werewolves Oh My

Warnings:

Breeding, Steddie, ruined orgasms, possessive Steve, monster fuckery, scenting, Dom/ Sub, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT/NSFW

Everyone assumes that rabbit hybrid people are all submissive. They liked to be railed into the dirt by big strong beasts. Some do like that and you've definitely seen Eddie drooling while Steve fucks his ass.

Steve is a werewolf with the personality of a golden retriever, he's the top dog, so to speak. He's the alpha in your tiny three person pack. And you are the sweet little human woman the duo love to breed.

Which is one of the only things the boyfriends agree on when it comes to you. Eddie is a mean dom that enjoys making you cry. Whereas Steve thinks you need to be spoiled and doted on.

Eddie always fucks you first and it always takes multiple rounds for him to be finished. His calloused hands grip just under your knees where he leans. Pushing your knees into your bouncing tits and forcing your legs to stay open. His massive full balls slap onto your ass without mercy. Rabbit hybrid's are made to cum fast and keep fucking to ensure a successful breeding. Finally, once Eddie has his fill of you (or rather once you're full of him) it's Steve's turn.

Steve has to fuck you last because he always finishes with knotting you. Werewolves have stamina that can take multiple rounds to finish. But there is always a thirty minute refractory period. A knott keeps him tied to you and the cum stuffed deep.

Both men are breeders and they don't care who succeeds.

The goal is for you to become round with child and tits dripping milk.

That's not to say they aren't possessive!

Steve in particular has an intense jealousy streak that goes for both his partners. Most monsters or nonhumans can scent the three of you on each other. There are some that don't care and try to shoot their shot.

It drives Steve mad and Eddie lives for it...so long as they aren't hitting on you or Steve. If they flirt with him? Eddie will flirt back just to rile Steve up so he can get fucked hard. (Werecreature addicted is def right about bunny hybrids being brats).

Sometimes Steve will actually punish Eddie and he has you help him.

The last time Steve punished Eddie-!!! 😩🤤

Steve had you giving Eddie blowjobs and just as he starts to cum you pull off, ruining it. The original idea was for you to fuck him but you couldn't be trusted to stop. So instead Steve is knott deep in Eddie and he is balls deep down your throat.

The best part is Eddie a rabbit hybrid can keep fucking and you don't have to stop after he's cum. His cock jumping in the air as cum splashes across your tits and face. The rest of his orgasm drools down his large throbbing cock. It drips down his spasming balls to join the puddle beneath him.

Steve leaves deep bite marks on Eddie's pretty slender throat. The shapes of sharp canines pierced to leave bloody trails. Hickies on his strong shoulders that will make people ask questions. And amongst those marks are smaller ones, with blunt teeth.

But of course this didn't actually teach Eddie anything.

[softfem-dom]

IT ,, hybrid ! au ,, movie & book mix .

hybrid! bowers gang au x owner! female reader

synopsis : after taking in a stray cat that was scratching at your front door on a rainy night, you soon fall victim to the animal distribution system when your house is suddenly filled to the brink with barks, meows and hisses.

what will happen when those odd pets of yours turn out to be hybrids?

pets available ! 🧺🐚

[movie] patrick hockstetter / match .

teen ,, stray cat ,, unknown breed.

Match is the cat with pyromanic tendencies that you took in that rainy day when you heard him meowing and scratching at your front door. +"clingy" , +"troublesome" , +"agressive" , +"unhinged" , +"arsonist". ⚠warnings: *keep away from fire, matches, lighters or any source that might be flammable. *lock bathroom door if you don't want him to come in while you're showering and meow for your attention. *keep all glass objects (bottles, glasses, vases) away from reach or he will break them.

[movie/book] henry bowers / fangs .

teen ,, farm / domestic dog ,, scottish collie

Fangs is the beautiful big farm dog that showed up only a day later after the appearence of Match. He gained his name from how much he bared his teeth at the cat whenever it came to pester him. +"protective" , +"territorial" , +"grumpy" , +"helpful". ⚠warnings: *keep away from objects that are fragile since he is quite big and might break them on accident. *he doesn't like dog food, he prefers raw meat right out from the freezer. *let him out on the backyard to release energy.

[movie] victor criss / whimsy .

teen ,, domestic ferret ,, white ferret

Whimsy is the sneaky white ferret that Match brought in his mouth one day as a 'gift' after one of his daily outings. Many of your small things, such as rings or small silver hairclips went missing as soon as he got inside the house. Seemed like the white animal stole your things when he got the whim. +"sneaky" , +"thief-like" , +"playful" , +"mischevious". ⚠warnings: *keep shiny things or small expensive things out of his reach or he will steal them. *when he climbs onto your shoulder is the clue to take him away from Match, who might be pestering him too much for his liking.

[movie] regginald 'belch' huggins / buddy .

teen ,, domestic dog ,, french bulldog

Buddy is affectionate black bulldog that appeared on the same day as Whimsy later on the evening. He is just a silly dude that likes to follow you around and drop his head on your lap while you're doing work on the computer. He doesn't whine for attention or try and distract you from your work like Match does, so you always let him be! +"affectionate" , +"calm" , +"relaxed" , +"gentle giant". ⚠warnings: *he doesn't know his strength, so please please be sure to specify when his playful bites turn into something painful!

[book] gard jagermeyer / pretty .

puppy/teen ,, trained dog ,, maltipoo

Pretty is quite the needy and affectionate thing! he'll cling to you and follow you around like the lost little puppy he is! He showed up a day latter than Whimsy and Buddy, practically whining, while a much larger hybrid carried him around on his mouth. +"needy" , +"himbo" , +"affectionate" , +"drama king" , +"whiny" , +"clingy". ⚠warnings: *he needs a lot of attention and constant praise, he's quite the needy puppy! *keep him away and safe from Match, since the cat likes to pick on him (scratch him, hiss at him, and bite his ears and tail) quite often!

[book] steve 'moose' sandler / gnarly .

late teen/adult ,, wild animal ,, red coyote

Gnarly showed up at your doorstep holding a whiny Pretty in his mouth, as if a mother with her kittens, simply dropping the poor puppy on your doorstep. Literally forcing you to take care of the puppy yourself. He refuses to come inside, growling and snarling at you when you try to initiate any kind of physical contact, and pretty much won't come inside (he kind of lives in your backyard? he sometimes leaves for the day but always comes back to sleep there, he scratches at the door until Pretty shows himself and then he goes back to sleeping alone in your yard when he is sure the puppy is safe). +"agressive" , +"ruthless" , +"independant" , +"hissy" , +"territorial" , +"possesive".

⚠warnings: *don't try to pet him! he is not a hybrid meant for housing, he is meant to be a hunting animal or be out in the wild, he is no pet! *always let Pretty go to him even when it might look like the coyote could eat him up, it's clear they're an odd pair of friends that should not separated unless you want consequences from Gnarly's part!

[book] peter gordon / baby .

late teen ,, domestic dog ,, weimaraner

Baby appeared in your living room (the door to your backyard open and with Gnarly also inside of your living room) three days after Gnarly and Pretty's appearance. Baby has showed himself to be no trouble. He spends the whole day sleeping and lazing around your bedroom, but the boy does try to sneak sips from your coffee whenever you leave it unnatended! +"calm" , +"softie" , +"actually kinda normal (lol😭)" , +"sleepy(baby is eepy)".

⚠warnings: *don't leave coffee cups/glasses at doggy reach!

search tag for this au : paola's hybrid boyz<3333

[ghast1yghosts]

werewolf steve is the whiniest dog.

eddie shuts the bathroom door on him & he’s scratching outside crying. he’ll pathetically lick his bowl clean of crumbs when he’s hungry. he’ll suffocate eddie when it’s bedtime or he wiggles around till he’s at least completely on top of him.

idk werewolf steve who is just a dog 40% of the time and human the other 50%. or a weird hybrid/actual werewolf the last 10.

[lipglossanon]

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

Puppy boy Steve not in the omegaverse way just in the kinky way oh my god- hot shit.

perhaps related to this gif set? this has been in my inbox for a long time, so idk, oops

also, I hope you don't mind, but I'm linking this ask with this other one I got more recently

which is related to this

the post reads, "i need a dogboy bending me over and rutting against me crying and whining to let them fuck me because theyre so hard it hurts and theyve been such a good dog havent they? dont they deserve a little reward. cmere puppy fill me up youre such a good dog arent you? cmon you can even cum in me if you beg for it <3"

Ask 1) I fucking agree! And I have puppy boy shit for Steve! I have a lot 😮‍💨😮‍💨

Ask 2) YES! I was thinking stucky thoughts when I queued that post!!

As for what I have...

(some of these are just puppy play, the werewolf stuff is literal puppy, some are puppy-human-hybrid like Buckitty, and a few are omegaverse, too. All the flavors of puppy Steve, lol)

Soft Puppy Steve HCs Puppy Interview w/ Fun Afterward Werewolf Steve? More Like Puppy Steve Puppy Steve In Rut Buckitty & Puppy Steve In The 40s (mostly @/possibleplatypus, though, lol) Puppy Alpha Steve Puppy Alpha Steve Fisting Dom Omega Bucky High-Tech & Slobbery Puppy Steve Puppy Steve Discovering His Puppiness

Now... *cracks knuckles* more puppy Steve

"Please pleasepleaseplease," Steve is a goddamn puddle on top of him. Just a hot, soaked blanket laid out over Bucky's body. Steve is in a careless sprawl because he doesn't have enough brain cells to control himself. That's why all his movements are jerky and desperate and hold no fucking finesse whatsoever. He's pure instinct, chasing pleasure with his tongue lolling out of his mouth, drooling, and his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Hot for everything. His whole body is blushing. When he's so far gone like he is now--a handful of orgasms deep and still rutting it out for more--everything fucking turns him on. Bucky could do whatever he wanted to him like this and the big, dumb lump of need so eager to get off would eat it up. He's so eager to please.

"Please what," Bucky emphasizes, digging his hand into Steve's hip while the other holds a lube-soaked fleshlight between their bodies. That's what Steve's plowing right now, a fleshlight, doing his fucking best to fuck it until it's loose despite the resilience of the smooth, string silicone that keeps letting go of his cock with obscene squelching noises. There's more than enough tingling, heating lube poured inside of it, making a mess of Steve's cock and dripping down to his balls and over his quivering thighs. Bucky's already plenty loose from the first few rounds himself, so he's more than sated, he's just enjoying his evening at this point, sprawled out, humming to himself, relaxed, and holding Steve's dirty little toy for him. He's just waiting for Steve to be done. He's never done. He's got a fucking nuclear-powered sex drive, Bucky swears. "What is it, you silly puppy?"

"Mmmmmngh, mmgh, ngh!" Steve makes a bunch of useless fucking noises before he can wrangle his mouth in enough to get his lips and teeth and tongue to work somewhat together, admitting as he ruts instinctively, chasing the sucking tight channel in front of him, meant for pleasure, "I, oh, I-! It huuurts!"

Bucky feels his lips pull into a splitting, mean grin. He lets go of Steve's hip in favor of throwing that arm behind his head, stretching out and getting casual, as if he's not at all invested in Steve losing himself inside a damn fleshlight. "You don't like your new toy, puppy?" He asks, cocking his head to one side.

"Nnngh," Steve's eyelashes flutter obscenely, struggling to fuck and process words at the same time. He's so useless it's fucking adorable. "N-no," he battles to get the words out, but then he can't seem to stop, chanting, "I like it, I like it, I like it--"

Bucky just fucking laughs, "are you sure, silly boy? It doesn't sound like you do if it hurts." He feigns like he might pull away and not let him keep going if apparently it hurts. That makes Steve whimper so loud it almost hurts Bucky's ears. Damn puppy. He leaves the fleshlight where it is, melting Steve down into fucking nothing. Just stupid and needy. "Don't know what you want, do you?" He teases.

Steve shakes his head, then nods.

Bucky has no idea if he even knows what his head is doing. He might just be going limp, letting his hips do all the work as the only thing moving. His rhythm is fucking terrible, all erratic and selfish. If he were fucking Bucky still, it wouldn't be enough to get Bucky off, but, hey, Steve doesn't give a fuck. He's just a useless, untrained puppy. It's surprising he's gone this long without cumming again since he's obviously so new to the art of fucking, untrained, but... he has had enough Steve-gasms already that it's possible he's fucking empty. Maybe he doesn't have any more to give. Maybe he's just too stupid to notice that it's not pleasure but overstimulation keeping him hard. A puppy running after a treat, no other thoughts in his head to keep him from looking out if he's about to walk into a wall or trip over a toy or anything.

Pure pleasure. Simple. That's all he needs.

"I, I like it," Steve wheedles, his voice all high and pathetic.

"Mm, yeah, I can see that," Bucky hums, pretending his bored while he squeezes the fleshlight as tightly as he can.

"AH!" Steve almost fucking screams at the sudden added stimulation.

He's a goddamn picture. Strung-out and defenseless. Bucky can do anything to him, poor. little. puppy.

"It hurts?" Bucky unkindly parrots what Steve was trying to say before he had more interest in torturing him, just a little. Not enough to hurt anyone. Just for fun. Just because why not? It's hot a shit anyway.

"It huh-hurts!" Steve agrees unthinkingly.

"Do you wanna stop, then?" Bucky, again, pretends like he's ready to take away Steve's favorite bone for fear of him swallowing the last remaining part of it and hurting himself.

"No!" He wails.

"Why not?"

"C-can't, nngh, uhng! Can't!"

"Why not, puppy? Why can't you stop?"

"'M hard."

"You're hard, okay? What about it?"

"S-so, so hard. I can't stop."

"Aw, poor puppyyy," Bucky strings out, carding his fingers through Steve's sweaty blonde mop of hair like he's petting him, "it hurts but you're hard and you can't stop," he echoes much to Steve's whimper of embarrassment. "What a predicament you're in. Tsk tsk," Bucky clicks his tongue, "such a hard life!"

"Mmmmgh, mmm-hmm!" Steve whines his agreement with Bucky's ficticious statements. He's too gone for anything as complex as sacrasm.

Bucky loves him like this. He loves his dumb, horny puppy so bad. It's so fucking good.

"You're so dumb, puppy. Spoiled and dumb. You're getting that cock wet and you're getting to cum again and again and you're complaining? Ugh. The nerve of you, puppy." Bucky razzes him, flicking the tip of his nose just to see Steve flinch and his face melt back into mindless, slack pleasure after the surprise.

When his words finally fucking register, Steve just moans, agonized.

"Are you sorry, puppy?" Bucky teases.

Steve nods sloppily, drooling just that much more. The big, dumb animal.

"Then, where are my apologies?"

"'M, I'm sorryyy, s-sorry," he mewls.

"Good boy."

Steve shakes all over.

"And what about my pretty thank yous?"

Through a heaving sob Steve frantically chatters, "thank you thank youthankyou!"

"There it is. Good pup."

Steve hiccups through another cry, still fucking plowing forward because, really, that's all he knows. It's the only thing he can do. It's perfectly in his nature. Squirmy, greedy little hedonist too simple to look forward to the future, just completely obsessed with now, now, now.

[alienwritestoo]

Legend Reborn

Technoblade is a legend on the QSMP. His deeds are ballads sung in the festive streets of the favela, chronicle of dedication inspiring the monumental stretch of potatoes growing on the wall and tales of hard-won battles uplifting the fight against the worst government known yet.

Sometimes, an unusually large Cucurucho can be found at the shrine dedicated to his memory, fingering a singular emerald earring.

The crown before him gleamed with familiar, unfulfilled purpose.

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Technoblade left the DSMP when he deemed Dream’s oppressive server free from the tyranny of governments, forever meant to be more than the sums of suppressive never meant to bes and unfinished symphonies. The tundra that once shielded armies of dogs and withers soon swarmed with the metaphorical winds of adventure, melting the cold heart he developed to survive on this server with its dangerous consequences, urging him onward to his next quest.

The piglin hybrid felt comfortable moving on, like his older brother had, towards an inexplicable future. He trusted his old man Philza to look after anyone who still stayed on the server, especially those who would no longer accept his help.

Philza stood with Steve at the gate to see him off, waving softly while his eyes burned with pride and unshed tears. The older warrior promised himself that he would make the old immortal never worry about one of his sons ever again, the only remaining to make it through the harrowing experience of DSMP mostly unscathed. His father surely trusted him, and only him, to survive despite all the world could throw at him. He would not let him down.

His fur prickled as he followed the warm breeze to warmer climates, ripping away government after government in his path onwards to an unknown ultimate prize. The governments there quickly realized he was coming, hastily setting up assassinations and armies to disway him. Yet Techno persisted, striding unceremoniously into rebellious camps who quickly accepted his tutelage to overthrow sure tyranny. It was a walk in the park after the annoyance it had been L’Manberg, that had been backed by an mask-cladded Admin until it miraculously switched to his side.And besides, even if Tubbo had been a weak president, the sting of Tommy betraying him stung like nothing else. 

The king of Antarctica wasn’t meant to get so close to the desert, but Technoblade would make the world realize otherwise. His quest lay south, and then someday he could retire to own a farm. 

In his uncomfortable state, he didn’t see it coming that he would be cowardly captured on an assuming night in a desert village near the sea. The anarchist had no time to react, huffing with outraged growls towards an unseeing assailant who didn’t react to a single hit from him as his humble lodgings wavered in his vision. Another Admin had taken interest in him, not even bothering to show its face as it continued to invisibly rain down potions of harming with impassioned precision. He continued to struggle for agonizing minutes with blood pouring out of his mouth and staining his tusks.

Technoblade’s face paled at the predicament he was in as he finally collapsed, lumbering form falling to his knees as his kidnapper removed the crown from his head like they were taking a toy from a toddler.

The piglin hybrid later woke to a cell of stark, lifeless quartz, with nothing but an orange jumpsuit to his name. Soon after, he lost himself to a haze of interrogations and treatments that turned him into something else, a creature with red eyes that eventually passed all the tests except-

He could never manage to speak, in support nor against the federation. It was the only rebellion he had left, as a duck creature handed him a clipboard and gave him his first task.

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Philza knew there were multiple Cucuruchos. The immortal had seen Chayanne slink back into the bunker from “night school” enough times, and glimpsed more than one of the white-furred creatures poking into the islanders’ business. Not the career path he would’ve encouraged for his adventurous egg, but the once-famed Angel of Death knew they had little choice in the matter.

Other than the times he saw Cucurucho-Chayanne, there was just one other that bothered him deep down.

One of the newer Cucuruchos was especially odd in comparison to the rest. The creature appeared when Luzu logged on with his binary code messages that oozed of sudden warnings, lumbering behind a pair of regular Cucuruchos with glinting red eyes. It towered over its cousins with muscle, wielding axes and crossbows rather than the classic gun. Tubbo, who was newer to the island but had managed to typically outmaneuver the creatures, had frozen inexplicably at the fireworks lining the crossbows it handled with ease.

Etoiles had gaped when the creature had joined the battle with an arsenal of old school vanilla weapons against three fake eggs, and carried.

“What the fuck?” Cellbit exclaimed as he examined the photo Pomme had taken of the newer creature. The detective looked like he wanted to drink vodka at its looming presence in PVP, only calming with Roier’s reassuring palm on his shoulder.

“No mames!” Roier shook his head in agreement. “This fucking sucks, man.”

“Why are there more of them?” Baghera questioned with a frown. “Why would they need one so big? Is it an intimidation tactic?”

Philza let the conversations wash over him as the order deliberated over what the new creature’s presence meant. The crow hybrid held a photograph in his hand, fingering the emerald earring it wore on its ear. It was the same exact style to his, a piece of jewelry that had been a mystery to him since his arrival to the island.

The old immortal remembered much of his past in comparison to the rest of the islanders. He was the only one to willingly volunteer, able to bargain with the foreboding federation to retain most of his memories.

Philza didn’t remember what he gave up, but he had his suspicions when his memories tried to tell him he never had any family. His heart pulsed with a heart thrumming with power his soul knew had been gifted, making him never age as long as he didn't die in combat. When he first joined the island, the man found a bag of blue dye tied together with a fancy ribbon and a note saying “calm yourself, have some blue”. None of these items had an explanation, especially the emerald earring that swung on his ear-

Until now. 

“Does he want to die?” Etoiles inserted as the group gravitated around the corpse of one of the codes, pulling Philza out of his thoughts. “I can give it the gift death if Cucurucho doesn’t want to live anymore?” 

His throat hissed automatically, eyes flashing as his mind keys in on the emerald the large creature wore somehow just right.

Multiple pairs of eyes whip over to him. “Woah there, what was that Philza?” Badboyhalo asked.

Philza blinked when he realized he had reacted instinctively to a threat against flock. He swallowed uselessly to calm himself down, angry clicks echoing up into the air instead. Unable to speak, he jerked his head towards the photograph and pointed a sharped clawed hand towards the creature.

“Oh shit guys.” Jaiden spoke up, a fellow bird hybrid. “Philza’s bird instincts think that the new Cucurucho is a part of his flock. Better not hurt the guy until we actually know he’s bad, if we don’t want the case of an angry crow hybrid on our hands.”

“If that’s the case, Maybe we shouldn’t attempt to attack or harm this Cucurucho until we know more about him.” Maximus concluded, looking at Cellbit who looked very tense but gave a reluctant nod.

The group eventually decided to only observe the new federation creature. The crow hybrid’s hackles raised when he noticed Cellbit, Etoiles, and Baghera didn’t explicitly agree to not harm it, but life soon went back to normal for a few weeks when nothing unusual happened. 

They noticed the creature had an weirdly normal and routine schedule, easily trackable in how it simply sparred in the middle of the battle dome every morning and built for the Federation in the afternoons following a checklist it regularly squinted at. Philza had to shove down the urge to hand it a pair of glasses when he occasionally approached on Cellbit's behalf to see its tasklist. It never tried to spy or speak to them, content to swing its archaic sword at practice dummies and occasionally amuse the eager Etoiles. 

“It's the best monster I’ve ever fought, Philza!” Etolies praised highly one day as they ran into each other at the front of what used to be Las Sacapuntas. “Battling with him is more interesting than anything else on the island except spending time with Pomme because she is my daughter and therefore automatically makes her the best thing to ever happen to anyone and I will kill anyone who says otherwise.” The French player grinned with teeth.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Philza laughed genuinely at his friend's strange humor, watching the warrior leave as quickly as he came with a fond shake to his head before he teleported to his own base on top of the wall.

That evening, Philza blinked when he spotted the creature outside of schedule by Techno’s shrine, wiping the dirt from his eyes as he stood up from his potato farm.

The hulking Cucurucho looked up from his vigil, turning away from where a crown sat in display on an armor stand. The creature's eyes glinted with a dark red color that strangely made him feel calm and collected.

“Hey mate.” Philza greeted him, wiping the dirt from his hands with spider silk. “Do you know who that is?”

The creature nodded curtly, not speaking nor turning to write in a book.

“He was one of my best friends.” The crow hybrid stipulated as he approached. “A great warrior, much like yourself.” He stood next to the creature. “Mostly I just know him as Techno, and as one of the most compassionate people I ever knew." He craned his head up, gauging the creature's interest in their conversation. "You know why?”

The hulking mass cocked his head, grunting. Philza took that as encouragement to continue.

“Hypixel skyblock was terribly going through a famine before Techno made the potato war happen. You see Cucurucho, even though they're the top server and could've simply asked for help, not many people knew Hypixel actually had food shortages because the number one server doesn’t like people knowing they fucked up." He snorts. "So naturally, my friend took it upon himself to solve the food problem for them. Techno never liked people starving, my so-” He choked, panicking at the unconscious wording. “...Friend.”

The creature reaches towards Philza’s emerald earring with a strange chuff. The old man’s mind translates it reflexively to mean question, curiosity. 

“I don’t know what it is, mate.” Philza admitted. “Do you know where you got yours?” For a split second he wonders if the creature stole it, but the idea drains away as the creature shakes his head with an air of confusion.

Cucurucho took a few steps back. He looked at the shrine with an unreadable expression, but his red eyes were so expressive. 

“I know this is weird to ask, since you're a federation worker and all but… do I know you?” Philza couldn’t help himself. Why does his instincts see this Cucurucho, out of all of them wandering the server, as his son? 

Cucurucho huffed, turning away from him unceremoniously before hopping off the edge of the wall. 

Philza leaned back on his hoe in the potato farm for support, stopping himself from following with a panic similar to one of his eggs in danger. The old immortal wanted to talk to it again soon, chest winding up with longing to connect to this unknown creature. 

“Dinner’s ready!” Missa called in the distance from the house, likely serving something Chayanne cooked up for his family of four. Philza blinked back unexpected tears when he realized it was potato night, the memories of inexplicable pink fur and comforting chuffs raw against his chest, before collecting himself to have a quiet evening with his anticipating two eggs and husband.

[steddieficfind]

Hello!

I was literally just reading a fic here on tumblr and then tumblr mobile did what it does and I lost it.

It was post Vecna, corroded coffin small scale touring with Steve as the coordinator/dog walker. The dog was a husky named eowyn, and everybody was being kinda a dick to Steve. Eddie realizes this and as way to show his remorse buys Steve a night alone at a fancy hotel, but even though he's mad Steve still wants his cat-seal-hybrid monster boyfriend with him.

Oh yeah Eddie's a kas!monster who's passing for normal to strangers, but with talons and flesh colored fur and maybe other monstrous qualities idk, my time was cut tragically short...

Anyways!

Eddie says that he fucked up if Steve thinks he isn't his number one priority and then!!

And then I don't know. Cuz tumblr mobile is tumblr mobile.

Please help!

Request 1232! Send us an ask if you recognize this fic!

[ddejavvu]

okay but puppy!eddie AND puppy!steve both licking you out 🥴 making my brain so brrrrr 😵‍💫

This post is 18+, minors dni / hybrid au faq

😵‍💫 ugh they’re so desperate and pussydrunk!!! They’re rolling around and wrestling on the bed and smothering you and Steve’s face gets mashed into your lap - instantly he smells you and gets sidetracked. Eddie’s still gnawing at his ear but as soon as he realizes Steve’s burrowing his face between your legs and groaning at the scent of your cunt through your pajama pants, he readjusts himself so that he can nose at you too. There’s not much room down there but they spread your thighs as far apart as they can go, insisting on licking and lapping at the dampening fabric of your underwear. Once they’ve got it soaked through they can really smell you, and Steve yanks your panties to the side so he can nose his way into the real thing. The second his tongue touches your slick, throbbing cunt he’s a madman, and Eddie can smell you just as strong as Steve licks at you. He dives in just as eagerly, tongue lapping up the mixture of your slick and Steve’s drool that seeps down your ass. Eventually they get into a rhythm, steve stretched out over your belly and making out with your cunt from above, while Eddie sucks you dry from the bottom. Steve pays special attention to your puffy clit and Eddie’s tongue works through your folds with the sloppy,messy urges of his pussydrunk brain. They don’t care how many times you cum, if they’re still going it’ll happen again. You end up squirting on Eddie’s face and Steve licks him clean as best he can while Eddie’s still tonguing your cunt

[russetfoxfur]

alright these are subject to change but ive been getting into headcanons abt the minecraft default skins. not just alex and steve tho im talking bout our underrepresented underappreciated newer defs. under the cut are my headcanoned backstories abt them based off mostly vibes (T-T minecraft plsss you couldve given THEM a story instead of these new fuckin characters in the minecraft movie. pls im begging you)

Efe—a piglin hybrid. They/them. Fighter/builder. They were raised in the Nether as a Brute and journeyed to the Overworld, where they were picked up by Steve and Alex after besting Steve in combat. Infatuated with the water because there’s no water in the Nether—has learned to swim and loves to relax by a lake or ocean. The best fighter of the defs, rivaling Alex in terms of combat, and enjoys learning new combat techniques—loved experimenting with the mace. Builds interiors, something the rest of the defs tend to neglect. In a relationship with Makena and Ari.

Makena—a bee hybrid. Xe/her. Farmer/builder. Xe was part of a Hive before she left to see more of the outside world. She loves gardening and farming and has a green thumb; loves to be helpful and tries her best to better nature in any way she can. Xe’s also very good with agriculture and farming. Loves mobs and the creatures of the world and tends to have five dogs and cats each at minimum. Loves landscaping and creating natural-looking builds; usually calls in Noor or Efe to help her with details. In a relationship with Efe and Ari.

Ari—a fox hybrid. She/her. Redstoner/magic-user. She grew up in a small taiga village and first discovered magic through the local brewery. She was apprenticed to a cleric, but, on an expedition to gather mushrooms for a spell, found Noor and took him in. She resigned from apprenticeship and began to travel the world with him before finding the defs and settling down. She’s very outspoken about her beliefs and hates authority figures with a passion. Very good with enchantments, brewing, and other magical activities. Can hold her own in redstoning due to her cleric apprenticeship. In a relationship with Efe and Makena.

Sunny—a cow hybrid. He/him. Crafter/blacksmith. He grew up as a leatherworker apprentice in a small, cozy village—but, after a zombie chewed off his arm, he abandoned that career to become a blacksmith. He made his own arm and got into redstone to keep his arm maintained—but left his village at the urging of Kai to explore the world. He settled down with her after finding the other defs, and enjoys a plainer life. He’s best at formulating plans and, while he's not utterly useless at it, prefers to let others do the fighting. Mostly makes simple, practical contraptions to ease his quality of life. Also loves fishing. Aroace.

Noor—a frog hybrid. Ze/zem. Culinarist and builder. Ze grew up in the sunny mangrove forests and led a relaxed, easy life, but one day ze returned to find illagers chopping down zir forest. Ze fled and ended up in Ari's village, where ze was taken in and apprenticed as a farmer. Ze and Ari left the village to get revenge on the villagers, and, though ze's settled down with the other defs, ze's never forgotten zir vengeance. Likes the methodical tasks of farming and cooking, and enjoys decorating larger builds. Gay, currently open.

Kai—a breeze hybrid. She/he. Dabbler—leans redstoner/prankster. She’s always lived a relatively mundane life, even though she accidentally spawned in a village instead of the Trial Chamber beneath it and became a villager-breeze, but, after a zombie attack put her village in peril, fled with Sunny and never looked back. He likes accomplishing the most insane achievements he can think of, and loves dragging Sunny into his shenanigans. Bi, currently open.

Zuri—a bat hybrid. He/him. Redstoner/noteblock artist. He grew up in the lush caves, living off glowberries and azalea buds, but, when Alex and Steve explored his cave, he followed them to the surface and moved in with them. He is also pretty bad at fighting, preferring to use redstone to make his life easier. He loves music and redstone, and has the largest store of music discs ever. He loves making his own music and creating cool redstone contraptions. Autistic. Gay-ace, has a crush on Noor.

Alex—a human. She/her. Fighter/builder. The second human ever, created to destroy Herobrine. She chased him away from the burgeoning Minecraft servers and settled down on one. She is undefeated in combat and is otherwise very intelligent. She is also rather friendly and casual, and wants to uphold the peace of the Overworld. Good at creating practical, lived-in builds, grounded in what she knows. Aroace.

Steve—a human. They/them. Miner/builder. The third human ever, Steve was spawned as a test to make sure that Herobrine was indeed a fluke instead of a norm—made up of much of Herobrine’s code, with a few changes to personality and power. Wants a life of peace and simplicity. Easily spooked, especially scared of screaming goats, but resourceful and good at combat. Mute. They tend to build more fantastically than their counterpart, with huge megabuilds and whimsical creations. Aroace.

[ghostlynimbus]

Discount Dog

Ship: Harringrove

Rating: T (for now)

CW’s: hybrids, human x hybrid relationships, hybrids have very little rights in this AU, wolfdog!hybrid Billy Hargrove, hybrids are A/B/O Humans are not, o!Billy Hargrove (more to be added)

Summary:

Steve's parents decide to take him to the city to buy a hybrid for Christmas. He winds up coming home with Wolfdog Hybrid Billy. A hybrids AU.

The first two chapters of this can be found on AO3 here. This portion of ch 3 is being posted as a part of my WIP Motivation Poll.

CH 3

Steve’s pissed.

He can’t believe the store fucking drugged Billy.

They didn’t even ask Steve, they just did it, and what… hoped that Steve wouldn’t notice? 

He knows that Billy has behavioral issues, and he figures they were probably hoping that the drugs would keep Billy complacent enough that they could get ownership of him signed over to Steve before Steve realized what exactly he was signing up for. They probably didn’t want to risk him backing out of the deal.

Shitty business practice, but not exactly unheard of. 

But did they really have to give him so much? He could barely stand up straight when they finally brought him up to the check out.

[trashlama]

Hi would it be alright if I ask what wips are you working on ?

just wanna make sure I don’t in a request that someone else already sent in XD

hope your doing ok :)

Thank you for your concern! My carpal tunnel has been approving somewhat these last few weeks! Hopefully I'll be able to find some free time this weekend while I'm off to knock down some of this list.

Also if you do happen to send in an idea similar to someone else's; don't worry too much about it because I don't mind, I like the challenge~ Duplicates give me the opportunity to try out different ideas that I may have for a single plot/theme.

Btw sorry about not really posting anything these last few weeks... I kinda forgot to pay my wifi bill so I didn't really have internet for awhile until I got paid again... Anyways—

Here we are!

P.S. I might add more later on.

WIPS LIST

ROTTMNT

Future Yandere Turtle Series: Leo, Donnie Raph, Mikey

Another future Yan Donatello x Reader short fic I got planned

ROTTMNT Yandere Adults Series: Draxum, Big Mama, Lou Jitsu/Splinter

Yan Raph x Reader Zombie AU

Yan ROTTMNT Spiderverse AU! x Reader headcanons/drabble

Yan ROTTMNT x Spiderverse Reader headcanons/drabbles

Yan Donatello x Reader Jack the Ripper AU!

Fluffy Yan Platonic Future Leon/Preteen reader

Witch Reader x Yan Post movie Mikey

Time Mistress Reader x Yan Post movie Leo

Yan Leo x mutated rabbit S/o

Platonic Yan Hamato Clan x Reader

Yan Leo x Chubby s/o

Yan Donatello x Trans Woman s/o

Yan Future Mikey x stubborn Reader

Yan TMNT 2k12 vs Yan ROTTMNT x Reader

Platonic Yan Jealous Older Brother Donatello with Little sibling Reader

Yan Raph vs Donnie x Salamander!Mutant!Reader

Self-Aware Yan Mad Dogs x Real World Reader

TMNT 2k3

Yan Turtle's reactions to s/o being mutated in front of them

TMNT 2k12

Song req (Random Turtle) x Reader

Yan Mikey x Human Bff Headcanons

Yan TMNT 2K12 vs Yan ROTTMNT x Reader Headcanons

Raph Vs Leo x Purple Dragon Thief Reader

Yan Casey Vs Yan Donnie Vs Yan Mikey x April's friend Reader

LMK

Yan Not the Mayor x Tang apprentice Reader

Yan MK x Ex-possed LBD Reader

Fluffy Red Son x Reader sketches

Yan Red Son x Macaque's assistant Reader x Yan Mei

Yan Macaque x Reader chase scene

Yan Platonic Azure Lion vs Sun Wukong x Reader

Yan Spider Queen/Spider Gang x Moth Demon reader

HTTYD

Yan Snotlout x Gobber's apprentice Reader x Yan Eret

Yan Snotlout vs Yan Eret x Reader

Yan Snotlout x Dragon Rider Reader

Fluffy Yan Snotlout x Dragon Rider Reader

Yan Hiccup x isekaied Reader

Yan Hiccup x Dragon Rider Reader

Yan Hiccup x Reader

Yan Hiccup x Reader who is scared of dragons

Yan Hiccup x fellow Night fury rider Reader

Yan Hybrid Toothless x Viking Reader

Yan Hybrid Toothless x Hybrid Night Fury Reader

Dead by Daylight

Leon Vs Steve x Survivor Reader

Villianous

Yan Dr Flug x Reader headcanons

Unicorn: Warriors Eternal

Yan Winston vs Yan Edred x Reader

Yan Winston x Reader

Yan Edred x Reader

Record of Ragnarok

Shy/Meek Reader x Yan Buddha

Spiderverse ATSV and ITSV

Yan Miguel O'Hara x Dimension Jumper reader

Yan Miguel O'Hara x Reader headcanons

Addiction: Yan Miguel O'Hara x Reader fic

Yan Peter B Parker x Reader headcanons

Fluffy Peter B Parker x Reader headcanons

Yan Peter B Parker x Single Mom reader headcanons

Fluffy Yan Platonic Miguel O'Hara and Platonic Yan Jessica Drew wirh Homeless Teen Reader

Yan Miles Morales x Venom!Reader

[softfem-dom]

just being delulu about hybrid!outsiders au, you're just a young wealthy woman that has her life solved thanks to being the heir to your father's succesful bussiness. You just have to sit around in your desk, in your huge countryhouse, and do some stupid paperwork. You just have to sign and aprove and decline and repeat, easy, right? Well, you are really starting to dislike the utter silence in your house. Everything is too quiet and too empty and you sure as hell ain't gonna have kids anytime soon without a partner. So you head up to the locel hybrid kennel, because it's better than adopting and paying for pure breed dogs when there are ones about to be sacrified. And then, once you enter, you're greeted by the sight of a lot of hybrids in pitiful conditions. Mostly males. So you head up to the closest worker and ask "which is the one that is closer to being sacrified?" and the man simply points towards a small cage with a tan-skinned hybrid (that looked scared out of his mind) "that one" he replies nonchantaly.

So you go and try and adopt that stray Greyhound hybrid, named Johnny, only for other dogs to start barking at you. Seemingly, to get Johnny you had to get Dallas—a Canary Mastiff—. And to get Dallas you had to get Two-Bit—a Siberian Husky—. And to get Two-Bit you had to get Steve—a Weimaraner—. And to get Steve you had to get Sodapop—a Golden Retriever—. And to get Soda you had to get Ponyboy—a Belgian Tervurem—. And to get Ponyboy you had to get Darry—a German Shepherd—. Basically, they were an inter-breed pack and either you got them all or you got none. And, against your better judgement and because you couldn't just let them be sacrified —because you were sensitive like that, damn—, you ended up taking them all in.

—Wich was at both the best decission of your life and the worst mistake you've ever made—.

,,

Darry was goddamn glad you had agreed to take them all in, mainly because you were more-or-less his age and he was no longer the only figure of authority in the group. He was the most helpful, often offering to help you wash the dishes or cook lunch.

Johnny was the most shy one of them all, he had a guarded nature and it seemed something had happened to make him all-the-more anxious and wary around new people. However, he seems to be taking a liking to you by the way he usually drops on his knees under your desk whenever you're working and rests his head on your lap —more often-than-not playing around with your skirt or pants—.

Ponyboy was the youngest, but surpsisingly not the most hyper despite still being practically a puppy. He's very smart and will often correct you just to (affectionately) get on your nerves, he also likes to read your books so you better keep anything with inapropiate content out of his reach if you don't want an earful from his brother Darry.

The most hyper price is won by both Sodapop and Two-Bit, they're just two overeager hybrids that are completely ecstatic about living in your house —often sticking their noses where they shouldn't, but oh well. Soda is very hyper, constantly orbiting around you and asking about everything you do —even when you're just cooking and he has seen Darry cook plenty of time before, he just wants you to talk to him—. There are no thoughts™ inside his pretty head, and also the most reactive to praise. Just slip in a "good boy" or "such a good job!" and he's melting into a puddle of goo in the floor, tail wagging furiously. Two-Bit is hyper too, but more on the restless side of the spectrum. He just needs distractions, put on mickey mouse on the TV or give him a newspaper to tear apart and he's all good 👍.

Steve is more.. on the reserved side, a little more grumpy and stubborn —and the only one to have ever flared his teeth at you—. It's not that he doesn't like you, at the contrary:; he damn loves you for taking the whole gang in, but that's just his personality. He'll show how grateful he is by helping you out in subtle things, like picking up the toys from the others and placing them all in one place so you don't go crazy when it's time to put them in their box, or by making sure no one —Dallas— steals anything personal from you.

Dallas is the biggest deal out of them all though, he's just completely unhinged. He doesn't follow your rules and is constantly going out of his way just to do specifically what you told him not to —thank god that Darry's there to keep him in his place from time to time—. He's a total bastard, and is always being a bitch about things and also always saying comments about your body and how hot you are. Also you're pretty sure a few panties of yours have gone missing.. But, in the end, at least your house is not empty anymore, neither silent, constantly echoed in: "mommy!" that's Johnny. "ma'!" that one's Steve. "mommaaaa!" that's Ponyboy complaining about something, no doubts. "miss mommy!" those two are, no doubt, Two-Bit and Soda. "mama~" that damn sing-song tone is Dallas'. And yes, Johnny, you can read him a book even though he's clearly able to do it himself. Yes, Steve, you know where his shirt is, but he can't go around shirtless like that.Yes, Ponyboy, you can give him a can of coke even tho he's obviously able to get it himself. Yes, Soda and Two-Bit, you can put the channel in which they stream mickey mouse™ even if they already know which it is. And yes—oh, actually no, Dallas, you won't shower him, he can do it himself.

SORRY THE DELULU HIT HARD 😭

[bettyfrommars]

Hi Betty! For your requests could I get a little Bitch Whatever in winter with hybrid Steve? I’m missing my monster boyfriend.

Or if you’re not feeling that, then maybe some holiday fluff with either of the biker boys? You can pick which one.

Whatever you feel most inspired for. Thanks, have fun writing! ♥️

Gia! I love these options, and I will for sure do some holiday fluff with our biker boys as well. This time, I chose hybrid!steve. I hope you enjoy my dear friend.

hybrid!steve x fem!reader

18+ONLY, hints to monsterfucking but does not actually happen, drinking blood, being chased in the woods, mention of a gun shot, Steve is part vampire/part wolf. I wrote this really fast, it was so much fun, and it has not been proofread.

wc: 884

The snow was coming down in thick, soft flakes, and your windshield wipers were flapping when you heard over the car radio that a woman was almost attacked by a wild beast. She said it had the body of a wolf, but it stood on hind legs.

You yanked the steering wheel, tires spinning to a halt in the gravel, and then turned the volume up with the knob on your dash.  

“Please, no, baby, no…” your whisper trailed off.  The radio announcer continued to say that the beast in question was still on the loose, and hunters were out looking for it that very moment, all eager to collect the bounty on its head.  

Frantically, your eyes searched the dense woods to your right, and there were pinpricks of light from lamps and torches dancing in the darkness as groups of people trudged through the snow, trying to pick up on his trail.

You were afraid this would happen one day.  When the moon was full, Steve always cut through the forest to get to your place, and you wondered when the day would come that he might stumble upon a few campers or someone walking their dog on the trail that connected to a collection of suburban houses nearby.

He did not have much control of his animalistic urges in hybrid form, and you were relieved to know that the woman was unharmed.  Apparently, the beast she’d encountered lurched at her, but then her husband tried to take a shot at it with a handgun, but missed, and he was gone too quick for the man to even try another shot.

You wondered if Steve had been grazed by the bullet, if he was possibly wounded somewhere. You raced the final mile to your place, and checked to see if he’d made it back first before bundling up to go outside and face the elements, to hopefully find him before the hunters did.  You flipped your Christmas lights on and grabbed a flashlight from the junk drawer.  

Once you broke free from the cement path and into the thicket of trees, you heard a howl; it was the howl of a wolf, and it was not that far away.  

“Stevie?” You called in a strained whisper.  You could hear the voices of the handful of armed hunters echoing from miles away.  Your flashlight beam searched the snowy ground for footprints.  Or, paw prints, in this case. 

You’d forgotten to wear gloves and your nose was already frozen.  You pulled your beanie down over your ears.  

It took your eyes a second to adjust, but you swore you saw two yellow orbs glowing in the distance.  There was a growl then, low and menacing, and you feared suddenly that maybe Steve was not the monster the woman had seen, maybe there was something more terrifying out there, and perhaps you were in danger. 

Then, you felt the fur against the back of your hand and you knew he’d somehow come up right beside you.

You noticed the warmth first of his body heat first, like it was radiating from a furnace, and even though you knew it was him, you couldn’t help but jump back.

You tripped and almost fell, but he caught you, and with a grunt, he scooped you up into his arms before taking off at a run.  He was so strong, your weight was nothing to him, and you clung to his furry neck, eager to be close to him.

“I was so worried,” your voice vibrated in a strange way with the impact of each one of his steps. 

He only hummed and tightened his grip on you.  All of his focus seemed to be getting you both as far away from the woods as possible. 

Back at your place, he put you down on your feet gently, and then hid in the bushes before climbing up to the second floor.  

When he finally came through the window, you could see by the lights from the Christmas tree that his leg was bleeding.  He was weak and he needed to feed.  You were quick to take your coat off and sit on the couch, beckoning him to you with open arms.  There was never much talking when he was in his hybrid form, but you somehow always knew what the other was thinking.  

He dropped to his knees between your legs and buried his face in your chest first, mewing softly, like a wounded dog.  You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his head.  “Did those people scare you, baby?”  He clutched onto the material of your sweatshirt and nodded once.  

“Let me feed you, Stevie,” you lifted his face by the chin, letting your tongue feel the razor sharp edge of one of his fangs as you kissed.  “Let me take care of you.”

He nuzzled you from shoulder to neck first, licking and nibbling, softly whimpering until his lips latched on the perfect spot.  His fangs sank in fast and hard, and you knew it was better that way, better for him to penetrate quickly so that the natural pain killer in his saliva could soothe any discomfort.  You wrapped your legs around him and listened to the slurping sound with every pull as he drank from you.