#hybrid!steve

[bettyfrommars]

Wolf Moon

hybrid!steve x fem!reader

Here's the thing: I had a request for vampire Eddie to be with reader while on her period. I wrote the vampire!eddie version (yet to be posted) but I also got inspired to bring back hybrid!steve from the fic Don't Say You Need Me, and then this smut happened. There is backstory to why Steve is the way he is, (half vampire, half werewolf), but this can very easily be enjoyed as a standalone. wc: 1.7k

18+ONLY, smut, monster fucking, oral while reader is on her period, period sex, drinking blood, unprotected sex, good boy, size kink, creampie, a bit of consensual somnophilia. As a vampire, Steve is a chatty Cathy, but in beast mode, he does not speak.

Title inspired by the Type O Negative song Wolf Moon about a man who turns into a werewolf during the full moon and has sex with a woman while on her period.

On the 28th day, you knew he would return, aroused by the scent from your monthly cycle. You were naked and open, ready as an offering to him.

Steve  had been coming to you in his hybrid form for months now, and you’d made it clear that he could start without you, even if you were asleep when he arrived.  You were drowsy when you heard heavy footfalls drop down from the open window in the living room, and so it didn’t register at first, but then you could feel the shadow of the beastly presence next to your bed, watching you, working his cock in his fist.

The red moon through the open window let you get a glimpse of his thick head of honey brown hair, matching the color of the rest of the fur on his naked body as he rose from his crouched position, massive, clawed hands flexing at his sides.

For a second, you thought you were dreaming, but you felt your legs being spread, and then you were getting pulled to the edge of the bed by your ankles.  He always tried to be soft for you though,  even at the height of his hunger.  He sniffed the air, let out a low snarl, and then his face was between your legs, smelling and flicking out licks to gather the blood leaking from your slit. The satisfaction made him shiver; the hair that grew from his face dragging soft on your inner thighs.

“Good boy,” you breathed, finding the awakening strength to reach down and run your fingers through his hair.  You settled your palm there, listening to the way he lapped you up, and each long pull of his tongue built on your arousal.

On appearance alone, when Steve was in his hybrid form, he looked like a wolfman of lore—a bipedal werewolf.  But, your sweet boy was still a vampire with vampire needs, and he had to feed on a regular basis.  There were blood substitutes on the market that gave him some nourishment, but you knew how much he craved your blood, in particular, and you wanted to give it to him.

The tip of his abnormally long, pointed tongue lapped through your folds.  When he’d first fed on you this way, it was for nourishment alone; one cold night after he’d been feral and without shelter for days.  You’d taken him in your arms that night, ready to let him bite into your flesh, but instead, he’d followed the smell of your menstruation and sank down between your legs.  You'd held his head there and shuddered as you came, letting him ingest every drop.  

Currently, in your bedroom, his tongue found your hole, pulsing deep inside, feeding on your crimson gift.  He lifted his head to find your gaze, and in the shadows of the dimly lit room, you could see the dark wetness glistening on his mouth and staining his facial hair.  Staring at you with piercing yellow irises, the point of his heavy tongue dropped to  your cunt, making a few circles there, wanting to see your reaction.

You sucked your bottom lip into your teeth and bucked your hips up.  “Are you full, baby?” You whimpered.  “I need to cum in your mouth.”

He lifted  your hips up with his superhuman strength and started to drag his tongue a few times from the tight little hole at the back, between your cheeks, all the way back to your clit, swallowing hard with each pass; drinking your uterine blood.  You’d found out that period blood was a delicacy to vampires and none of yours ever went to waste now that you had Steve.

His greedy sucking started at your bundle of nerves again, and then the white hot heat spread though you as you came undone, bucking against his face, thrashing your head on the pillow.  “Fuck, Stevie, I’m cumming.”  His tongue entered you again and your hole spasmed around it, needing more.

When he rose up, you caught the product of his feast dripping from his fur and fangs like he’d just enjoyed the fruits of a kill.  You stared up at him, reached down to pump two fingers inside of yourself, and then you lifted up, offering them to him.  Your soaked fingers disappeared inside his mouth to the base, catching the edge of one of his fangs as he nursed on them.  His low growling became a soft, aching whimper through his nose as he swallowed.

You could feel his thick, hard, monster cock rubbing on you now, picking up your slick before the tip found your hole and your mouth went slack at the stretch.  “Yes please baby please,” you writhed, rocking at the edge of the bed, begging him to fill you.  He hesitated with a grunt, and you could tell when the human part of him was trying to control his demons, not wanting to hurt you.  You met his eyes, “fuck me, Stevie, split me open.”

With a bit of a roar, he pushed more of it in, making your hole clench as it stretched out.  He put one hairy, muscular knee on the bed, held both of your legs up by the thighs, and began to thrust, mercilessly pounding it in, but you urged him on.  Pretty soon, you were slapping against his body fur, breasts bouncing as he impaled you deep with his length.  “You stretch me out so good, baby, holy fuck, you’re gonna make me cum again.”  It wouldn’t be the first time another orgasm followed close to the first with Steve; no human cock had ever found that special spot deep inside of you before.

Your fingers found your clit, swiping fast, arching back with pleasure at the wet sounds your sex was making and the pierce of his claws in your flesh.  

You wanted to wait for him, but before you knew it, you were exploding around cock, whining as your fingers worked through the high.  Steve was close behind, hips stuttering, locking you against him with strong, calloused hands while he filled you up with his seed, grunting as he emptied himself.  

Regular vampire Steve would stretch out on the bed and snuggle you at that point.  He’d clean you up and make out with you until you were both ready to go again, or take a nap, but then he’d have to be back at his place before dawn.  

In hybrid form, Steve was a feral beast, driven solely by carnal desires.  Once his cock slipped from you, allowing your hole to drip cum and menstrual blood, you knew that he would leave.  He’d fed and he’d claimed you, and then it was time for him to belong to the night again.  

He always found his way back to you because he loved you, but those were words yet unspoken. 

Some things are just understood.  

[bettyfrommars]

My god yes!

Exactly this 😫 Look at the hair 😫

I like the monsters I fuck to be humanoid and this is so much like what I pictured

Werewolf by Night (2022), dir. Michael Giacchino

[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

[dr-fizzovich]

Hellwwo :3 hiii

/affectionate /silly

I KEEP FORGETTING TO ANSWER THIS EBHAUAHAUAJAUAHAIAHISHSISBS8SH

have this image which i REFUSE to post even though it's satire 💜

og bc BSHAGAHSUAHUAHAHAUAHAHA

[pandafishao3]

TEASER Breeding/Lactation

YOU GUYS I went right ahead and did it, didn't I. I wrote an AU for my Milk Farm AU where Steve has Bucky as a private little cow hybrid in his own farm instead of a big factory and I am NOT SORRY. The full thing will be posted during Kinktober but for now, please enjoy a little teaser! I am seriously so excited to share this with you all, I cannot WAIT till Kinktober!

Steve yawned as he poured coffee into a cup and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. The mornings started early out on the farm. The sun had just started climbing over the treeline across the golden rye fields, and it made the rustic kitchen warm and cosy. The little cottage had been in his family for generations, but Steve really felt like he’d added his own personal touch to it by re-painting the kitchen a soft green and building a proper dining room table out of sturdy oak wood. The clunky ceramic cups and white, embroidered curtains all spoke of the work of his mother, grandmother and great-grandmother, however. Steve liked the reminder of them, especially now that he was left to manage the farm alone.

“Meow?”

The sound of his cat Alpine jumping on top of the counter and chirping as she trotted towards him made Steve smile. He reached out his hand and she immediately buffed her fluffy, white head against it in a friendly gesture.

“Hi Al. Where you’ve been? Out wreaking havoc in the stables?” he winked at her and she promptly sat down and started licking her paw like she’d never done anything wrong in her whole life. In her mind, she probably ran the whole farm.

Steve huffed out a warm laugh to himself and went back to his coffee. But when he reached into the fridge, he noticed that he was completely out of milk. Oh well. He was heading to the barn anyway – the only reason he was up with the rooster was so he could get the milking done. After pouring Alpine some wet food, Steve took his coffee cup and went outside.

The flannel shirt he was wearing over his worn, patched jeans would be too hot in a few hours, but for now it was just perfect. Steve fondly watched his chicken pick at the corn on the ground as he walked past, and made a mental note to himself to go check on the rhubarb after this. He would need to tinker with the tractor too, since it had been acting up lately and it almost time to bring in the very first harvest of the summer. The barley would be done in a week or so.

But before that, he looked forward to spending the morning with his favourite pet.

“Good morning, my little moo. You up yet?” Steve smiled as he walked into the small barn. In the corner, his two goats and their babies looked up at him lazily and then went back to resting. The kids bleated and then ran out of their hatch to play outside, so Steve was in no hurry to take care of them. They pretty much took care of themselves, and he mostly used them for company and as lawnmowers.

But his little moo was a different story.

“Bucky? Where are you, honey?” he sing-songed as he walked further down the aisle. There, in his stall, his beautiful cow hybrid looked up from the mound of straw and blankets where he slept. His pretty little face instantly lit up in a bright smile and he mooed in that adorable way that only he could. “There you are! Are you still sleeping?” Steve teased him softly and leaned his elbows on the wooden door so he could watch Bucky struggle to get up.

Please let me know if you want any more of these teasers! Love you all <3

“Nooo, m’awake!” Bucky insisted with a cute pout and hurried to untangle himself so he could get to his owner. It wasn’t easy with his little hooves slipping on the floor and his tail getting caught up in the blanket, but he managed to get to his feet and tiptoe all the way to Steve. There, he immediately pushed up against the door and buffed his head against Steve’s chest, cooing happily all the time.

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Credit for the header: Evangelitaa on Pinterest

[dragonanon]

@leggerefiore In honor of MerMay, I bring thee Primarina hybrid reader! She’s beautiful and it’s easy to see how much Popplio Erin takes after his mother appearance wise.

[klaus-littlestwolf]

I have a Story Stuck in my Head!

Hybrids Mafia Princess Series

I want to know if anyone thinks of something similar because this one has been running through my head for months. You know the story you tell in your head to fall asleep to? This has been mine for a while.

Mafia!Bucky Barnes and his girl have been together for years now and have a daughter, she has been the light of her fathers life since the day she was born, spoiled rotten.

As she got older though they grew apart, Bucky having no clue what to do with a teenage daughter, he still adores her of course, but she feels as if he has forgotten about her for years…

Cue Klaus Mikaelson!

Y/n meets Klaus at some party her father is forced to bring his wife and daughter to, schmoozing with all of the political idiots New York has to offer and Klaus (who has only recently broken his curse mind you) realizes that Y/n is his wolfs mate, one he has craved since the day he first killed and turned into a werewolf over 1000 years ago.

Klaus introduces himself, getting his girl a drink and flirting, barely noticing all of the looks he receives from the men around the room who all know better than to get that close to James Barnes daughter. They end up in a corner talking about anything and everything, both of them loving how honest they are able to be with each other for what feels like the first time ever, until of course one of her fathers men shows up. She quickly tells Steve to fuck off before pulling Klaus outside, insisting he leaves, giving him time to get away from her father and though Klaus doesn’t care about the man, he sees her fear and he does as she asks.

Later that night, after her mother scolded her all the way home for leaving her security (something that she’s sure was really her fathers issue but he had forced her mother to bring it up, making her feel like her father was avoiding her again) she hears a knock on her window and opens it to find her sexy Hybrid waiting for her to invite him in. They spend the whole night talking and Klaus tells her everything, knowing that his mate would be the one person that wouldn’t judge him or leave him. Y/n also told Klaus about her life, about who her father is and how she feels unloved by him and trapped in this house, and Klaus swears to save her, promises to give her a life away from her fathers business and cruelty (not that Klaus’ cruelty is any better but at least he won’t ever let her wonder whether he loves her or not, she will always know and that is a comfort to her in every way she needed).

One of Bucky’s men sees Klaus sneaking out her window before dawn and informs his boss, running a background check on the man and finding 5 different identities, this convinces Bucky that the man was sent by one of his enemies to hurt him by getting to his daughter. Bucky berates her for being so stupid to fall for this and though she knows the truth she can’t tell him about Klaus, she swore she would tell no one and she won’t break her promise. Bucky breaks Y/n’s heart, believing her so dumb and naive but she allows him to think this of her, already believing her father hates her anyway, which is why she does not hesitate to run away with Klaus later that night.

Bucky searches for her for months, his heart broken at the idea that his daughter thought she was unloved by him. He needed her to know that it wasn’t true and he was just an idiot who didn’t know how to care for a teenage girl. Eventually he finds a man who had been dealing with Klaus lately, clearly not knowing that he was a vampire and ending up injured beside Steve with the rest of his men all slaughtered.

It’s then that Y/n shows up, more beautiful than Bucky had ever seen her, screaming at the creature and demanding he explain why he believed he had the right to harm her family, shocking Bucky and Steve both at how terrified this man was of her. They quickly realized however that it wasn’t really Y/n that he was afraid of as Klaus shows up…

Honestly I have many different endings to that story at this point but it’s been rotting my brain for a while now so I thought ‘maybe someone else will like it too’ and here we are🤣

Mafia!Bucky’s Daughter is Klaus’ Mate Moodboard

Hybrids Mafia Princess Masterlist

[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

[disneytva]

Steve Loter Twitter AMA Brings How To Get Season 3, Becoming Serialized And Hopes For Season 4

This week Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur showrunner and executive producer Steve Loter had a AMA these past few days about what to expect on MOON GIRL AND DEVIL DINOSAUR Season 2

-Season 2 is 24 episodes long

-Season 2 is more serialized than Season 1

-Season 2 will be split in two parts

-Steve Loter would like to end the show on Season 3 to tell whole story as a tree-act film.

-Steve Loter would love to a Season 4 if given the opportunity from Marvel & Disney

-Molecule Man is the main antagonist of Season 2

-Besides the premiere Molecule Man will appear on multiple episodes of Season 2.

-Kid Kree will appear on multiple episodes of Season 2

-Devil Girl will appear on Season 2B

-Rockin' Rudy will NEVER be captured

-Eduardo X Lunella shippers are NOT ready for Season 2.

[bettyfrommars]

S1 * 💗

Pretty please

Melll I'm so happy to see you in my asks you don't even know

Your Person is Hybrid Steve, your Place is a Concert Venue, and your Thing is Dealer's Choice, so I will give you Farrah Fawcett Hairspray

word count: 830

Steve is mostly just a vampire in this, a few visceral visions of gore, blood, drinking blood, allusions to tracking someone down and killing them. Hybrid Steve is a complicated boy, his primal urges take him to dark places every so often (babe I had no idea it would go this way 💀)

18+ONLY

"Let me see," you pulled Steve aside, ushering him closer to the bathroom of the hotel room. "It needs more...fluff."

You fingered the wave of a curl that bounced on his forehead, smoothing down his mutton chop sideburns with a satisfied hum.

"I look stupid," he mumbled, running a hand over the buttons of the loud Hawaiian print shirt you'd bought for him. It was an especially sultry night in Vegas, and he also had on a pair of chinos that hugged his ass just right. "I'm dressed like my dad."

"Close your eyes," you held a hand over his face while you sprayed his coif thoroughly with his favorite brand of hairspray, bursts of aerosol puffing everywhere. Once it was set to perfection, you adjusted the collar of his shirt, fingering the tuft of chest hair that was visible there.

"Do I look okay?" You stepped back, twirling to give him the full view.

"You always look good," he mumbled again, turning to give his reflection a dirty look in the hallway mirror, scratching the stubble on his jaw. "You really like it when I wolf out like this?"

You lifted your eyebrows a few times in eager approval.

"Good thing Eddie's not here, I'd never live this shirt down."

"Type O before we go?" There was a martini glass full of plasma on the counter, and you handed it to him before gulping the last bit of your wine. The Flamingo Hotel had an entire wing of the establishment dedicated to their vampire clientele, right down to the automatic blackout curtains and bottles of freshly extracted blood. Your boyfriend liked to drink his out of a cocktail glass, pinky out, because he was fancy like that.

Steve Harrington, the most reluctant vampire you'd ever met.

He took three big swallows, finishing the entire thing before setting the glass back down. "I'm not wearing flip flops like a dork."

"Your converse are right over there," you busied yourself with making sure you had everything you needed in your bag.

Once he had his shoes on, you handed him the spare key. "Keep this on the chain around your neck? In case you go into beast mode and I lose you."

"Beast mode" otherwise known as Steve changing into his hybrid wolf form and losing all control, hadn't happened in months, not since he'd done the arduous work of trying to control it. He'd made friends with the monster, as his therapist would say.

You preferred to feed him from your own vein, but that was another trigger, it tended to flip some animalistic switch inside of him. Once he began to change into the beast, there was no going back.

By the time you made it to the venue to see a world-famous vampire Elvis impersonator on foot, Steve was sweaty and grouchy. You were about to get seated at the designated red velvet booth you'd bought tickets for, when a big man going the other way bumped into Steve, knocking him in the shoulder so hard he stumbled to the side.

"Watch where you're going, Fanger," the other man hissed, continuing on his way. The term Fanger was a derogatory word for vampire used mostly by right wing extremists who didn't think they should be allowed in polite society, or even be allowed to exist, for that matter.

"The fuck did you say?" Steve's normally chocolate eyes glowed amber gold, and his fangs ejected. You stopped to grab his face in both of your hands, forcing him to look at you.

"Baby, breathe," you coaxed, shuffling closer. "Not tonight, Stevie, you promised."

His breaths were coming out forceful, like a bull about to charge, nostrils flaring. You held his face with all of your strength until you saw his eyes melt from tiger yellow back to brown suede again.

"Sorry," he huffed, pulling his fangs in, trying to avert his gaze, slightly embarrassed that such a small thing could rile him up and flush all the personal development he'd done down the toilet.

He'd hold your hand and watch Vampire Elvis jive around the stage in his bedazzled jumpsuits and he'd enjoy it. He'd try not to think about how good it would feel to rip that dude's body apart limb by limb, to drink from his bloody head like a cup. A smile quivered at the corner of his mouth as he thought about how horrible the screams would be while he shredded that knucklefuck with his bare hands.

You squeezed his knee, leaning in while the performance was going on. "That's the first time I've seen you smile all night."

Steve leaned into the grin letting his teeth show. He wanted to put you at ease and make you proud. He'd never loved anyone like you before and he'd do anything to keep you.

He'd track that guy later, while you were asleep, and then everyone would be happy.

Except for knucklefuck, of course. He'd be dead.

[oof00foof00f]

Ive been seeing a lot of milk ads for some reason the ad is like

“I make sure she’s comfortable, happy, relaxed blah blah blah I know how much milk she produces”

And all I can think of every time I see it is hybrid cow Steve with farmer eddie

[nomsfaultau]

I started thinking about how we anthropomorphize guys like the eggs, Michael, Shroud etc. Except Techno would be caught with a dead child. Wait I meant wouldn’t be caught dead with a child.

[hawkinsbnbg]

Yippee 🐰🎀

[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 😭

[brandycranby]

the berry sweetest

pairing: steve rogers x raccoon hybrid!reader

word count: 511

warning(s): chubby/plus-sized reader, no detailed description; mostly fluff and snuggles and kissies, hints of erotic situations; slight dehumanization and dom!Steve

author's note: forgive me, i know not what i did. only what i am, a soggy sad beast who yearns to be cuddled; based off of this text post i did earlier, will write more :))

Something… is touching his ears. 

“... wazzat?” Steve’s no stranger to going from dead asleep to battle ready. It's never a bad thing to be vigilant against Hydra sneak attacks even if said Hydra agents are gently stroking him awake.

But it’s only you, the poor little raccoon hybrid he saw in the dumpsters during his morning jog. It was an easy decision, upstate New York is no place to be outside in the wintertime. You were surprisingly easy to lure back to his quarters with only a jello cup and some yogurt in a tube. 

“Steve, Steeveeee.” Your pupils shine an eerie yellow in the gloom of night and your wandering hands are almost spidery as they skitter across his naked pecs.

Still, you’re the cutest softest thing he’s ever seen, fairly well-fed by the copious food waste the compound produced. Your lack of winter clothing had been worrisome, your only warmth coming from the soft drape of your tail around your body when he found you. You paw at his face again, a thin blanket around you as you shiver, already halfway on the bed.

“Hey, it’s ok. c’mere sweetheart.” With a scoop of his big arm, you’re on his bed, your plush limbs instantly curling around him in a satisfied squeeze. Steve laughs softly as you mewl and whimper little heem heems into his neck. “It's ok, you wanna kiss? Hmm?” 

Kiss… you have the vaguest sense of the word, some fuzzy memories of two people in AI uniforms entangled on a bench in front of your temporary den, their mouths touching like they were exchanging food. Confidently, you press your lips against Steve's, squeaking at the sudden pressure of his hands, one around your neck holding you at the perfect angle, the other cupping your bottom, encouraging you to snuggle closer. 

Yes! You like this, being very close means being warmer. And his hand is certainly warm, kneading your flesh in confident motions as you rock against him, moving in tandem with his lips to suckle your little tongue, drawing it into his mouth and releasing only when he can feel your chest strain for breath. You quiver, insatiable. “More uhm Steve more?” 

Steve huffs. Your yelp at the sudden tug on your stripey tail almost breaks his heart, but he’s responsible for you now. “What do we say?” He gives your winter fluff another warning pull when you take too long to think, drawing out big fat tears that make your eyes sparkle. 

“Puh-lease, snff please, Steve, kissies” 

How could he deny you? Dizzy and debauched in his arms, mouth swollen from his enthusiasm, little ears twitching, uncertain of all these new sensations but still deliriously happy at your newfound safety. 

“Good girl, what a good girl you are.” The praise slips out between messy smacks of your lips, the sound of you being all consumed by him. “I love you so much sweetheart.” He stifles your little squeals again, his own lips as red as berries. “I swear. Nothing bad will ever happen to you from now on.” 

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