#hybrid videos

[futuretrendsetter1977]

The Weird Connection Between Super Heroes and Darkness REVEALED #shorts ...

[meowpupp]

tw://overstim, mentions of hard(?) kink, puppygirl smut, corruption kink, porn, very degrading/condescending, oral(m)

owner!price who finds out you, his new little puppygirl, is a virgin.

his head spins, cock twitching at the idea of corrupting your dumb little puppy-brain. he pins you to his lap, a hand gripping your jaw tight, forcing you to watch video after video of sweet puppygirls like you being violated by their owners.

each one is worse than the last, he deliberately chose the most filthy, degrading, perverted clips. he feels a little mean about it, conditioning your dumb little cunt to get wet at the idea of being ruined by him, but the thought is quickly forgotten as he sees how easy it is.

he doesn't let you look away for a second, making you watch as puppygirls are spat on, tied up, spanked, edged and overstimulated. his voice is a low grumble as he toys with you, teasingly tapping your clit as he spews filth.

“I know sweetheart, you wanna be bred like that pretty girl, hm? but only big girls get their owners cock. you're just a puppy, puppys are allowed to be bred, silly girl.”

“oh? I didn't think you were such a filthy little mutt, dripping all over me while you watch other poor pups be split open by cock.”

“shh shh shh, be good sweetheart. i know, I know, you think you're a big girl. but you're wrong. your little puppy-cunt can't even take my fingers.”

he torments you for what feels like hours, tapping your clit, groping your thighs, making you watch video after video. he doesn't stop until you've turned into a drippy, sensitive, whiny mess.

even then, he doesn't grant you any real relief, pushing you off his lap. he presses the smooth leather of his boot to your sensitive, swollen little clit, watching you hump it like a bitch in heat.

strokes his cock while he watches, pulling his boot away only a second before you cum. the sight of your ruined, tear streaked face is what sends him over the edge, painting your face with his hot, sticky cum.

[givemefevrr]

part 2 of kitty hybrid jungwon?

you come home from work one day, and jungwon immediately smells something strange. another kitty's scent. on you. jungwon gets so mad and interrogative. you assure him that it was your kitty bff, jay and that you just hugged him goodbye. but jungwon gets so jealous and it ends up with reader being pumped full of jungwons seed till she's twitching and leaking. jealous kitty hybrid jungwon being mad...

im done, i combusted

Let's Make A Movie

Pairings: Kitty Hybrid!Jungwon x sub!reader

Warnings: possessive sex, jealous sex, rough sex, creampies, missionary, doggystyle, sex video, jay is the reader's friend, marking, scent marking, copious amounts of cum

As you walked through the door after a long day at work, you were met with Jungwon's intense gaze. His feline eyes narrowed slightly. You knew that look all too well—it was the look of a jealous kitty.

"Hey, baby," you greeted him with a smile, trying to brush off the tension in the air.

Jungwon's nose twitched, his senses heightened. "Who were you with today?" he asked, his voice skeptical already, his pupils dilated.

You sighed inwardly, knowing exactly where this conversation was headed. "Just Jay," you replied, hoping to diffuse the situation.

"Jay?" Jungwon's voice betrayed a slight frustrated whine, a matching frustrated expression plastered on his face, his jealousy evident. "And why is his smell all over you?"

"He hugged me goodbye, that's all," you explained, moving closer to him, trying to soothe him, rubbing a hand over his bicep.

Jungwon's tail flicked back and forth, a clear sign of his agitation. "I don't like it," he lamented softly, looking away from you.

You took that opportunity to press into him, trying to calm him down. "It's okay, Wonnie. You're the only one for me," you whispered, trailing kisses along his jawline. “I know you know that, it’s just your upcoming rut talking, hm?”

"I can't stand the thought of someone else touching what's mine," Jungwon confessed, his hands making their way to your sides to grip tightly around your waist. “Especially not another… cat.” He spoke the last word with such disgust.

But Jungwon's primal instincts were too strong to be reasoned with. You could feel the heat radiating from him, his possessiveness bordering on primal. It was a side of him that only emerged during his rut, when his urges took over completely.

He needed to mark you, to remind you that you were his and his alone. And so he did. With a low growl, he pushed you against the wall, his lips crashing down on yours in a desperate kiss, not bothering to start slow before shoving his tongue into your mouth almost immediately.

But you didn't mind—in fact, you welcomed it, arching into his touch that now made its way down your thighs, your legs locking around his waist as he picked you up. As Jungwon carried you effortlessly to the couch, his lips trailed a path of wet kisses–which were more bite-like than kisses–down your neck.

You could feel his hardness pressing against you, as he all but gently laid you down on the cushions of the couch, his normally golden colored eyes now dark. He wasted no time in stripping off your pants, practically ripping them off with how frantic it was.

Jungwon's lips found yours once again, sloppy and hungry, his tongue delving deep as if trying to claim every part of you as fast as he can. You moaned into his mouth, your hands tangling in his hair as his fluffy tail brushed against the sensitive skin on your inner thighs.

He quickly made work of your shirt and bra following, and his lips latched onto your neck and collarbone, the bites from his sharp teeth, mildly painful yet so addicting, would surely leave spots that will linger for days. "I need to mark you," he murmured against your skin, his breath hot. "To make sure everyone knows you're mine."

As he moved lower, his lips finding the peak of your breast, his nature became even more evident, his tongue flicked out, teasing your sensitive nipple. The roughness of his tongue against the bud was something that you never quite got used to, the stimulation delicious but bordering too much, his name tumbling from your lips in a breathless moan.

He looked up at you, his eyes filled with possessiveness. "You're mine," he growled, his voice rough with desire as his lips trailed down your stomach. As he moved lower, his tongue dipped into your navel, tasting you.

“Please,” you begged, your voice barely above a whisper. “I need you.”

Jungwon's eyes darkened with intensity as your plea reached his ears, a smirk curling on his lips. "Patience, love," he murmured, his voice a tantalizing purr.

When his mouth finally reached the edge of your pants, his hands were rough as they moved lower, yanking off your panties, with a swift, practiced motion. The cool air on your exposed skin contrasted sharply with the heat radiating from his body.

Jungwon paused for a moment, his gaze locked onto your most intimate area, his pupils dilated with lust. He let out a low growl, the sound vibrating through you. "So beautiful," he murmured, his fingers gently parting your folds, spreading your wetness.

He undressed quickly, his movements fluid and efficient, the sight of his toned body making your breath catch in your throat regardless of how many times you’ve seen him naked. Hovering over you, he ducked back into your neck, his sharp teeth grazing your skin as he positioned himself between your legs, the heat of his cock pressing against your entrance. He teased you with the tip, sliding it along your soaked cunt, making you gasp and writhe beneath him.

Jungwon’s jealousy was apparent as he looked down at you, his jaw clenched. "You still smell like him," he growled With that, he positioned himself back at your entrance. He didn't tease this time, pushing into you with a single, hard thrust. The initial stretch made you gasp, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Mine," he growled, his thrusts deep and punishing. Each movement was fueled by his jealousy, his need to claim you, to erase any trace of Jay. The pace was relentless, his hips snapping against yours with a bruising force.

Your body arched beneath him, “Jungwon, oh my god,” you moaned, your tummy feeling warm and tingly at the sensation of his cock inside you. “So– so good…”

But then he pulled out, his eyes dark with jealousy. “Turn over,” he ordered, his voice a low growl. “Hands and knees.”

Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up, flipping over and positioning yourself on your hands and knees. He grabbed your hips, pulling you back against him, entering you roughly, his thrusts just as punishing as before. His hands tangled in your hair, pushing your head down into the pillow, his other hand gripping your hip tightly.

Your body arched beneath him, your moans muffled by the pillow,

His thrusts grew even more urgent, his grip on your hips bruising as he drove into you with everything he had. “Fuck, gonna cum all over you,” he growled, his voice rough with need. “Show Jay that you're only for me. This cunt is only for me, hm?”

“Yes,” you gasped, your voice filled with desperate need. “T-take a picture. Send it to him!”

The thought of Jungwon’s cum leaking out of your puffy hole drove you to the edge. You shattered, clenching around Jungwon’s cock your cries muffled by the pillow. Jungwon followed moments later, his release ripping through him as he buried himself deep inside you, the sensation of his warm release coating your insides was overwhelming.

But he wasn’t done. He pulled out, and before you could catch your breath, he flipped you over onto your back, positioning himself over you. His erection, still hard and glistening with your combined arousal, pressed into you once again.

“Were going again,” he muttered, his voice dark and hungry. “Need to make sure you’re fucking covered in my cum.”

You nodded, your body trembling with anticipation. The pleasure was overwhelming, your body already sensitive from your previous orgasm. His movements were relentless, bordering painful yet so good.

As he neared his peak, he pulled out, his hand stroking himself quickly. With a guttural growl, he released, his hot seed splattering across your belly and tits. It felt like he was cumming for what felt like forever, his body tensing and shuddering with each powerful spurt, an almost endless stream of his seed marking you.

Jungwon’s eyes lit up with a dark satisfaction. He quickly grabbed his phone, snapping a picture of you, your torso glistening with his release, your cunt dripping silky white. “You’re mine,” he repeated for the nth time tonight, his voice a growl of possessive triumph as he sent the picture, ensuring that Jay knew exactly who you belonged to.

this is for all my babes who requested part 2 of kitty hybrid jungwon <3

ALSO IM BACK!!!!

[shelovesplants]

Today, I picked up cherry burger strain 🍔 came home, baked a cherry pie, and baked myself 🥧 💨thought about it🤔 my aesthetic is apparently cherry for today 🍒 threw on a cherry dress 👗 and that was the cherry on top🍒❤️

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

Hun something else I want to ask is if you would do a hybrid dragon Yan..? Forgot to mention it in the last ask because I forget ideas a lot <3

-from the one anon who said to use 3 names you like :)!

P.s I’ll probably refer to myself as this forever now hun

I'm sorry this took so long!! Here it is:

CW: mild violence, video game logic

Yandere!Dragon x GN!Reader

The winds in the mountains were cold enough to slice open skin and leave blisters.

Traveling up towards the sky was (Reader), a warrior known throughout the lands for their incredible feats, climbing up the snowy pass towards the dark splotch on their map.

The dragon's lair.

Only human in appearance, (Reader) had slaughtered almost every type of monster and fiend in the continent, sending fear through all living beings. They were rumored to be immortal, since they seemed to be capable of recovering from any wound they received, no matter how critical. Whatever life threatening hit they took, and no matter how certain their death seemed to be, (Reader) would only black out, waking a few hours later. A warrior without a past, without a home, who only lived to kill.

Slaying a dragon would be the last creature on the killer's list, having already defeated deities and apocalypse level threats. It wasn't that a dragon would be harder than killing a god; they just hadn't gotten around to it.

In the grand scheme of life, dragon slaying would be a side quest.

(Reader) doubted that the battle would be difficult in any sort of sense; aside from their incredible physical attributes they also had legendary gear such as "the Ring of Absolution" which was forged from the tears of a Golden Warrior. That ring alone made it impossible for enemies to block their attacks or use "break out" to parry.

Upon finding the cave and entering recklessly, (Reader) wished that someone had told them sooner:

That "when you're at the top, the only place to go is down.."

A blast of fire knocked their helmet off their head as the heat pushed them back. Shocked (and a little excited) the warrior raised their vampiric sword. Inside the cave, a giant red and golden dragon sat posed, muscles tense and eyeing the invader with intrigue.

"Who are you, to enter my home?" His deep voice sounded more confused than offended. And when (Reader) pointed their weapon at him in response, he chuckled. "Adorable little human, if you wish to live a long life, leave this cave now, and I shall spare you."

(Reader) shouted, igniting a glowing light around their body, then lunged, slashing at the beast.

To the dragon's surprise it hurt.

"Foul little thing!" He snarled, attempting to blast the human with another bolt of flames (this time not as a warning) but the fighter rolled out of the way, effectively dodging the attack. (Reader) thrust again, angering the dragon when he found that he could not block the sword, the blade passing his harder scales and hitting his soft flesh despite his guarding.

Amidst the rage and frustration a new emotion began forming within the centuries young being; respect.

There were no dragons he wished to associate with, there were no creatures that approached him of their own free will. He was alone. For a very, very long time. For he was not just a dragon..

He was Targov the Malicious.

A dragon of legend, ender of nations, killer of kings..

And his health was slowly being chipped away by the steel of a mortal.

(Reader) did not know who the dragon was, only that this was the closest location for a dragon nest.

"Small human.. I have a proposition for you."

The warrior paused, tilting their head as they waited for the dragon to continue.

"You have impressed me, and you have earned my admiration. So I offer you a chance at life eternal: become my mate, and ascend to a higher state of being.

You shall never want nor need for anything. I will be your willing servant for all of eternity."

It wasn't the first proposal (Reader) had received, yet it was certainly the first from a beast. They stepped back a fraction as though his words caused them to stumble. His request sounded so genuine that it almost killed their blood lust.

Almost.

Disappointment and betrayal filled the dragon's eyes as (Reader) suddenly threw their sword like a spear, lodging it into Targov's chest, a feather's distance shy of his heart. But even that only further fueled the growing need he had for the mortal. And the obvious solution to the warrior's resistance was to make the choice easier for them.

Targov flew forward, but instead of attacking like (Reader) had predicted, he grappled the human in his talons and continued faster, propelling them both out of the cave and into the sky as he built speed.

The wind jostled the surprised human about like a rag doll as they rose higher into the atmosphere. Their ears popped painfully, but they could still hear the roaring laughter of the dragon.

"HA! Now what do you say, human?! Shall you be mine? Or shall I drop you?!" He held the adventurer loosely by the fabric visible under their armor in an attempt to frighten them. But what he saw next made his heart falter.

His eyes widened as (Reader) smiled triumphantly, raising a dagger while maintaining eye contact, and sliced off the part of their outfit Targov held onto, willingly allowing themselves to fall.

It was just a fall.

Yeah, it would hurt. It would hurt like a son of a bitch, but (Reader) knew they wouldn't die. They never did.

However, their near immortality was something that Targov didn't know about.

Before his emotions could fully form into separate feelings, Targov dove, recatching the little human, now with a more secure grip, and flew back to his home, his heart beating a billion beats per second once it restarted.

(Reader) was thrown to the floor by the dragon seconds before being blinded by a bright flash. The dragon was consumed in a bright white glow that illuminated the cave, morphing into a more human appearance, with deep golden skin and red hair. His horns and claws still remained, but as (Reader) could see clearly from his lack of clothes, was now mostly human. He charged towards (Reader), face twisted in his confusing mix of emotions. Anger, shock, hurt, feelings his adrenaline wouldn't give him time to categorize as he closed in on the confused human.

He hoisted (Reader) up by their neck.

"You'd really rather die than be mine?!" The enraged dragon screamed.

Struggling to breathe, the warrior grabbed one of his scaly hands while trying to smack his face with their dominant hand.

The glint of their ring caught Targov's attention, who recognized it instantly. He had been alive for a very long time, and killed many a god during his rebellious years. Sharp teeth sunk into (Reader's) fingers, the dragon biting their hand lightly, suddenly, earning a shocked cry from the struggling human. Targov dropped (Reader), pulling the ring off their finger with his fangs as he did so.

The warrior didn't notice their missing ring until they regained their composure and attempted to attack the humanoid dragon, who blocked their attack perfectly fine.

Targov wore the ring on his smallest claw.

"I see I was right about you.." His deep voice chuckled, but (Reader) couldn't tell if it was out of amusement or fury. "A fellow God killer.. who better suited to be my mate?"

He grabbed (Reader's) wrist, and despite it's low speed, the ring prevented (Reader) from dodging.

"Welcome home, my mate."

"Even if I have to break you, I will have you. And you will learn to love me."

[iceman-soup]

amab reader x bot!soap

Though it's technically unspoken, the whole base knows that rottweiler!hybrid!Soap is yours. Sure, he should be Price's - he's the captain, of course. Or even Ghost's; why wouldn't he be, they're so close after all?

But it's you that he follows around all day, at your heels without even being instructed to do so. His tail whacking against your legs as it wags almost constantly, only speeding up when you pet or kiss him every so often.

On breaks, it's always you who he curls up on the sofa next to, head on your thigh as you scratch your fingers through his hair. His eyes either closed in bliss or looking adoringly up at you, ears pricking up whenever you speak.

Sitting with you in your office, whining when you tease him for wanting to crawl up onto your lap as you work. He just won't listen to "you're not a lapdog, honey," and climbs up onto you anyway, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, soft ears ticking your cheek, not moving even when someone comes in to talk to you.

Making sure everyone can hear him yap your name from your room when you're pounding into him, holding his tail out of the way with one hand and the other firmly between his shoulder blades, steadying you as you lean down to mutter praises to him, your pace not slowing even as he whimpers and cums.

Watching as he limps a little the next day, your eye being the one he catches if someone asks him if he's alright. Not being able to hide your smirk when he winces upon sitting down, his tail wagging a little even so when he sees you staring.

[felassan]

Do we know if Greg Ellis is coming back? 😬

hello! ◕‿◕ given [this] whole thing, I think the chances of that happening are very low to none.

[s0fter-sin]

fainting goat hybrid!ghost whose father and brother loved to scare him and make him faint; exploiting a weakness he didn’t understand and didn’t know how to stop. they took sadistic pleasure in watching his body lock up and fall to the ground with no hope of catching himself until he ended up with more bruises and scrapes from falling than from being beaten

that helplessness chafed at him and he forced himself through the drawbacks of his biology to secure a place in the military, even with the prejudice against prey animals. just for him to take a mission in mexico and find himself enduring the “hospitality” of roba who thinks his involuntary paralysis is a great deal of fun; especially when he learns he’s conscious the whole time

what haunts ghost most is his waking autopsy

not the pain of the incisions, not the trauma of watching roba reach into his body and play with his insides, but the knowledge that he couldn't get away because his own body betrayed him. he wasn't put under, no drugs coursed through his system. he didn’t have restraints fitted on him to lock him to the operating table. it wasn’t necessary

roba just had to make him faint first

after digging himself out of his grave, ghost puts himself on a dangerous cocktail of muscle relaxers and other medications; hormones that block hybrid instincts, vasodilators to increase blood flow and stop his muscles locking up, anti-anxiety meds to cut off his surprise response at the root. he puts his body through the wringer to the point that medical is constantly worried for his health and shocked that he isn't regularly OD’ing

but he will never let his body betray him again

[rottensalem]

linkin park //

one step closer (2000)

[loxare]

So I was rewatching the hbomb plagiarism video to get some chill morning embroidery time in and I got to the bit about Radclyff Hall and her book, The Well of Loneliness, about lesbian WW1 ambulance drivers, and the video says all of her books were ordered burned, but I was curious and fam. At least one person hid their copy. It's on Project Gutenberg Australia. So if you want to read about lesbian ambulance drivers in the first world war...

[james-p-sullivan]

It's difficult to believe that 6 years ago today, we lost a legend. It'd be an understatement to say that Chester helped an entire generation of teens express themselves through his music and there's not a day that goes by that he is not sorely missed.

RIP Chester Bennington 1976-2017

Who cares if one more light goes out? Well I do

[futuretrendsetter1977]

Incredible Metal Mutants Created by Fusion Two Vehicles #shorts #fusion ...

[renthecupcake]

and yet you're a fool for believing it. what promises did it make you? a world, power, or perhaps a way out?

[beperoncin]

first fuckin anniversary of this stupid little blog on the blogging website known as [tumblr] to celebrate i post lemoncino on main and maintag everything

[monstersholygrail]

Do you like Blaidd from Elden Ring? I'm sure he turned me into a bigger monster fucker....

Had to look him up because I’ve never played Elden Ring but the way my. jaw. DROPPED!

Artist is Taran Fiddler

ITS A SEXY WEREWOLF WARRIOR?!

Damn right I freaking like him. And he’s so tall too?!?! All I’m seeing are pluses right now. There’s absolutely nothing stopping me from climbing this beast like a goddamn tree. I can see why he’d turn you into a bigger monster fucker (I see that word choice you cheeky thing)

I need to play this game. Is it anything like Skyrim, Fable, or BG3? I’ve played those

[ghoulangerlee]

Aurora who is a water/air ghoulette hybrid, who has the physical qualities of a lion fish (with spines and poisons) who is invasive and that translates to her being an invasive type of ghoul; there's no one else like her because of this, because she's so volatile and will muddle up the somewhat chaotic system of summoned ghouls on the surface.

This in turn makes her very lonely at first. She's summoned many ages ago, left to settle on just the outside of pack; in the pits she had a large pack, going from place to place when there was need for that (as the pack grew bigger).

Now, she's pretty much alone.

And then one day, Copia finds her. She puts on a brave face; her voice a thing of beauty as she sings in the church's choir, haunting and perfect for Satan himself, though she thinks her singing sounds more like a call. A call for pack.

Copia invites her to step in for Sunshine, compliments her voice, offers her solace in his rag tag pack of ghouls that all come from very different parts of the pits. They're not invasive like her, but they accept her much to her own surprise.

Her poison and spines don't scare them like they do others.

Even Copia is enamored by her, not afraid when she's mostly unglamoured in the lake with Rain, hissing softly at the sting of her spines as he reaches out to touch her.

She trills happily, reaches out with a cool touch to soothe the sting and Copia smiles at her.

In her mind, she can feel the pressure of her packs' bonds, nowhere near as large as the pack she had in the pits, but she's happy now.

After years of being lonely, she finally belongs.