Oct 30, 2025
so i'm a weak bitch for cute domestic family stuff and winter au is right there. doodles i did over the last few weeks to relax/destress ft au kids
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so i'm a weak bitch for cute domestic family stuff and winter au is right there. doodles i did over the last few weeks to relax/destress ft au kids
sylus & crow hybrid reader: molting season
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gn crow hybrid reader, fluff + caretaking wc: 947
You hear the front door of the base open and shut, and you can't help the panicked little rattle you let out of your chest. You know Sylus won't ever be angry or disappointed with you for something like this, but the feelings of guilt and anxiety caused by making such a big mess of his bedroom seem to be deeply ingrained in your psyche.
It's mid-August, and this is your first molting season while living with Sylus. Usually, what you would do was hole yourself away in your little apartment during the worst of it, with its small size meaning the mess was more easily contained. Then you'd just keep your disheveled wings tucked away beneath a coat while out and about, until your feathers had mostly grown back. But Sylus's giant bedroom is bigger than your entire apartment was, so your problem won't be as easily solved this time around.
You stumble over yourself as you try to gather your shed feathers into a neat pile, but you only end up shedding even more in your wake. Your wings are itching like crazy, and you can't reach the spots that bother you most; and everywhere you go, you end up scattering feathers throughout the entire room. It would be impossible to gather them all, despite your best efforts.
You startle when Sylus knocks a rhythm onto the bedroom door, a puff of feathers surrounding you at your sudden movement. Even though it's his bedroom, he always knocks if the door is closed.
"May I come in?"
Clingy 🐯
Hellooooooo
Ok so I am IN LOVE with hybrid wolf! Leon x hybrid puppy! Reader
If requests are open, may I request a type of like…follow up, I guess?
Maybe a smut where their heats sync up, they actively try again for pups…
Maybe a little down the fic reader DOES become pregnant, they’re shopping or smth, Leon leaves for literally ONE SECOND to a different aisle and another hybrid comes up, interested in reader, tries to sniff her.
Reader isn’t timid. She just tries to ignore him, until the new hybrid gets just *too* close, reader growls, Leon appears and growls too, and merely wraps his arms around reader; as if just showing via body language ‘mine’???
Even better if he’s being sarcastic all ‘is there a problem?’ And the hybrid growls as well, but Leon is bigger and more frightening, so the hybrid reluctantly pulls away.
And like despite pulling away when they get back home Leon and reader just snuggle, Leon gently worships her, excess nuzzling (bc I love nuzzles) and he covers her in his scent again???
Ughhhhhh I have so many ideas that I wish to write but I’m not good at writing hybrid stuff 😭😭😭 but omg I love your writing
(And if I have requested before I’m so sorry for spamming your inbox 😭)
Hey baby!! 💞 u have sooo many great ideas, the hybrid theme is also one of my favorites 🫡 but your idea of their synchronized cycles is just too cool, so let's imagine something like this:
The air in the room is so thick you can barely breathe. The only thing you can see, feel, and touch is Leon. He's been on top of you all day; neither of you can get away from the other. Sweat covers you both like a second skin, and the throbbing heat you feel seems to only subside when he's deep inside you, right up to the base of his knot.
"Are you still with me, baby?" he asks, gripping your jaw so he can turn your face toward him. Your eyes are unfocused, and you can barely form a coherent sentence, not when he's thrusting you until he's fucking your brain. "Or have I already ruined this pussy?" he murmurs, burying his nose in your neck, searching for your sensitive throat. All you manage are weak whimpers, and your nails dig into his back, trying to keep him closer. You two aren't even in bed, you two are on the floor. On the damn floor, wrapped up in a makeshift nest filled with your clothes.
The combination of your scents and him throb inside makes your walls tighten around him, causing you to come effortlessly and without warning. You can't even control it anymore, you're so sensitive that the orgasms are silent, crashing through you like a freight train.
Leon's body tensed as he felt your walls tighten around him, trying to suck in more, begging for his knot. Who is Leon to deny you? His ears twitched slightly as he emptied himself inside you for the fourth time, easily pushing his knot into your eager hole. "Can you feel me there? Soon you'll have my pup here too—" He whispered, his voice hoarse from exertion, lowering a hand to gently press your belly. His tail began to wag lazily at the mere thought. Ah, you two will have such cute pups.
(sorry if this is too horny/ explicit)
Essentially just, normal animal hybrids AU, with Lex being some kind of cat hybrids, maybe already a hairless breed or he just looks like one because he, well, is our favourite bald psychopath. And Superman is something that essentially looks like a wolf or wolf/dog hybrid. Just a very, very overgrown one. The hypno glasses make Clark Kent look like some sort of cattle dog/ shphard dog mix.
Because I think that Lex cannot be normal about any part of superman, and because he has a special little psychosexual obsession with the alien, Lex spends... far too long musing about alien dick and eventually concludes that, because Suoerman looks so much like a canine hybrid he probably knots like one. Wich leads to Lex developing a mild (far too outspoken for anybodies confort) superiority complex about the idea that the penile barbs/ spikes/ papillae that feline hybrids are are MUCH better for pleasing a partner/ fucking them into a stupor. (Maybe also just Lex being Lex and thinking that his experience as a cat hybrid who finds the barbs extremely pleasing, in the rare cases he bottoms, thinking that, obviously, everybody should think that way)
Maybe even, eventually, Clark Kent gets an interview with Lex Luthor and, because Clark is also a canine hybrid like superman and also one of supermans favourite reporters (even though Lois makes most of the inerviews, Clark almost always gets a byline) Lex... drifts off into one of his far too horny thought spirals and gives Clark a very long spech about how, sure, superman has stamina and a canine knot but Lex just really need that scratch from the barbs and how he is sure anybody who has ever slept with a feline hybrid would agree...
And for a quite while Clark just takes it, because HE knows that his dick cannot be described with anything that humans have (if its prehensile or multiple or tentacles, it's certainly not human). And, if he is honest, its a little flattering that the, very attractive (if also very evil) Lex Luthor spends so much time thinking about his dick.
But at some point after an especially bad fight where Lex just continues to hit every soft spot and just doesnt know where the line is... and things forst become physical, then heated and all of a sudden Lex is pressed to the ground or his desk and ... well... even superman has a line.
At this point the question is just if Krypronians also have papillae or not. Either way, Lex gets fucked through the floor and is probably forever spoiled for human partners. (And that's how curiosity killed the cat. Or his sex life anyway.)
I love this so much; one of my favorite tropes when it comes to hybrid AUs is one "species" thinking they're better when it comes to pleasing partners and being proven wrong.
Lex goes through this whole one-sided guessing game just to find out the HARD and SPIKY way.
the latest thought plot has been hybrid AU sister-ish fic to good girl, with Reader being Kyle’s perfect, beloved purebred dog-hybrid. you never want for anything, and your owner is happy to spoil you.
lately he’d been thinking of having a stud breed you, just once, because he can’t get the image of you pregnant out of his mind knows you’ll make a great mother. so he weans you off your birth control, planning to let you have your first heat at home, unencumbered by some dog hounding you, so it’s not a scary experience for you, so you’ll know what a heat’s like without the possibility of getting bred, so he can coach you through it
when business comes up a week and a half before your heat should come, Kyle decides to let Price take care of you, his mutt Soap is your friend, and his purebred Ghost has never shown any interest in any of the girls he’s been around, John doesn’t even think to keep you separate
he’s talking to Kyle on the phone when he hears an unfamiliar sound — a sharp, clear yip — and immediately moves to investigate. he’s already blaming Soap for something (probably shoving his nose where it doesn't belong), trying to reassure him that you're fine, but whoops, no, actually you're in heat, and Ghost’s not only very interested, he’s trying to shove his knot into your swollen folds and also — territorial
the unfamiliar sensation is terrible for you, pressure inside you building as the hot release continues to pool against the mouth of your womb. with John insight you whine, try to wiggle towards him but Ghost growls, pins you down with his weight as his hips continue to rock, fat knot tugging
congrats on the puppies Kyle time to take Ghost to dog court for him to be a father to his children
Omg I saw a fanart and now this au comes to mind.
Alternate world where hibrids exist and Arthur gifted Charles a hybrid for Christmas as a joke. Except hybrids are basically on the same level of intelligence as humans.
Now enter lion hybrid Max, who quickly becomes attached to his new owner, and pouts when Charles is even 5 minutes late, he promised to be home at 9 o'clock straight!
So Max acts possessive whenever Charles is in his vicinity, draping himself over the other man's back, more often than not just caging him in with his bulking hybrid body. And Charles.. just lets him. After all, Max is simply being playful and a bit clingy, no?
Except Max's rut arrives for the first time while living with Charles and suddenly the lion is constantly following Charles around the house, almost as if.. stalking him. Hunting for prey.
And if Charles is coerced into helping the hybrid through his rut by pitiful, teary eyes and pouty lips, that's Max's little secret. His mate was made for him, made to take his knot, meant to give him adorable cubs.
(I just really like a concept of the oblivious character not taking the other seriously, making him all the more surprised when the other reveals his true colors/feelings)
Hi @chromehearts13 🦁
!!! Wait, but I love this!! Hulking, terrifying lion hybrid Max turning into an oversized house cat around his Charlie??
Max seeing/smelling Charles for the first time and knowing this is his mate? The mother of their future cubs?? This adorable, doe-eyed architect with the dimples and the messy brown hair and the most beautiful laugh in the world?
Ohhh lion boy folds like a wet piece of paper 😭
Hybrids are rare and exotic (basically a status symbol) and lion hybrids in particular are difficult to find (and tame). But Max—who is tall and strong and lethal with his razor sharp teeth and clawed hands—eagerly picks Charles up the second he walks through the door and carries him to the sofa.
Charles knows the drill by now: Max loves cuddles and belly rubs and the feeling of Charles running his fingers through his messy lion's mane. His growls soften into purrs and he eagerly melts into his owner's touch.
Max is the one who brings them dinner (a provider through and through) and he's the one who carries Charles to bed.
At first, Charles gave Max his own room with a bed, desk, closet, and bookshelf.
But within two days he knew that room would forever remain the guest room. Because Max quickly decided the only place he would sleep was right beside Charles.
The one and only time our pretty architect tried to tell Max no, that he needs to sleep by himself, our poor lion hybrid let out the saddest, most pathetic whimper. His tail and ears drooping down, his shoulders hunched, and he rubbed his cheek against the bedsheets, as if desperate to soak up the very last bit of Charles's scent.
The sight of his big, courageous lion on the brink of tears broke Charles's heart.
He raised one hand to cup Max's cheek—to comfort him and promise Max that they'll spend the entire weekend together—but the hybrid mistook that as an invitation to stay. So he pounced on Charles.
Literally.
Max cocooned his human in his arms, snuggling Charles so tightly that the architect had no choice but to hug him right back. Maybe he's just lonely, Charles thinks, living all alone in that big mansion until he was sold at auction...my poor lion...he deserves so much more.
Max's happy growls fill the bedroom and Charles decides...
Well, what's the harm in letting Max sleep with him? His sweet lion-boy just needs some care and friendship. Charles is going to take care of his Maxie—he's not just a pet, he's Charles's.
And Charles always takes care of what's his.
...But Max? Max is nowhere near as innocent as he looks.
The auction was coordinated by Max after he saw a brief glimpse of Charles in the marketplace and decided the green-eyed, brown-haired beauty was going to be his.
Sleeping in Charles's bed? This was done to ensure that Max's rut hit earlier than expected. In this AU, men can also get pregnant if their genetics allow for it and the Leclerc family has been prolific in seeing their sons produce lots and lots of babies.
Max knows Charles will be even more radiant once he's pregnant with their cub 🥰
The sweet nuzzles, nose kisses, and licks Max gives him every morning and night? That's just to get Charles acclimated to a hybrid's touch—to make sure he doesn't tense up or freeze when Max's longer tongue slips into his mouth or into his tight, wet hole during their first mating.
Max follows Charles everywhere—even to work. Granted, Charles primarily works from home but on the odd days he needs to be at the office, Max is glued to his side, growling and glaring at everyone in the office while possessively pawing at Charles.
The brunet is a partner at his prestigious French architectural firm and no one can really say he can't bring his hybrid in...
It was unusual but not against company policy.
So people just got used to seeing their boss walking around with a huge, hulking lion hybrid clinging onto the hem of his suit jacket or carrying Charles around the office.
Charles has always felt so safe around his Maxie—his big, cuddly sweetheart—that when the hybrid's rut arrives, Charles doesn't even notice.
He doesn't realize the darkness in Max's stare, how his touch becomes desperate, his scent growing stronger, and the sudden dampness that blooms in Max's boxers is due to the hybrid rutting Charles's ass in his sleep, needy and desperate and aching for release.
But when his rut finally hits?
Charles wakes up to Max pinning him to the bed, his grip strong and unyielding but his expression so soft and pleading. "Rut's coming," he pants, "need you, Charlie. Need my mate."
Charles blinks back, absolutely stunned as his hazy mind tries to comprehend what's going on.
"But...Max, I can't be your mate—I'm not a hybrid and I don't—"
"Mate. Mine. My mate." Max growls, rutting against Charles's thigh. "Gonna love you and protect you, protect our family." The hybrid vows, his blue eyes glowing brighter as he speaks. "Let me make you feel good—promise I'll make you feel so good."
"Max...chéri, mon beau lion, maybe let's talk about this. Let me get you someone who can help you through this properly."
"No!" The hybrid almost shouts. "Don't want anyone except you. Need you, Charlie. No one else."
The way he says it—all sweet and sincere with big, pleading eyes...
It's a strange dichotomy to his slowly tightening grip and desperate humping. Truthfully, the lovely brunet has no idea Max has already claimed Charles in his mind.
All that's left is to publicly mark him and fill Charles's womb with his seed.
Max hopes they have twins 🥰
Hucklerobby except (hybrids AU)
Robby was a wolf hybrid, most people assumed he was dog but his ears were bigger atop his head, his fangs bigger than a regular mutt. The ED was full of different types though, from Jack who was mostly part Raven, to Langdon who was pachyderm.
Robby could smell the differences, from the mice hybrids to the reptiles, he could smell the difference. It was all just traces of something. No one smelled good, but different. Even other wolves, he didn’t think they smelled good. The only time he’d ever smelled something good, something that made his mouth water, was in passing one night at a conscience store. He didn’t even see who it was. What it was. He just left there having to wipe his lips and swallow down a bubbling starvation.
Then the students came. That’s when Robby smelled it. He made it around them till he found it. Whitaker. Cute curly ears that poked out from his head, a little piercing where a tag would have been.
A lamb.
Robby couldn’t keep his hands off him. That scent, it was calming and enticing and made Robby’s jaw unclench. And the kid was a good doctor, clumsy at times but he was learning. And Dennis was… reciprocating.
Especially after one particularly horrid shift. Dennis went through six pairs of scrubs, having to scrub himself clean leaving him extra curly and fluffy. Robby was ready to crawl into his den and never come back out. Even after pulling Jack into a hug, dumping some of his scent on his friend, he still felt like hell. And Dennis was worse for wear.
Robby could name exhaustion or his expiring mental state, but he caught the younger by the back of the neck on his way out.
“You drink?” He asked as Dennis stumbled, keeping up with the talkers footsteps.
“Um a bit. Sometimes. Not much I’m a… lightweight.” Dennis said, shrugging as his face went pink at the confession. Robby hummed and steered them to his truck.
Robby didn’t know how he ended up with Dennis riding him on his couch. He didn’t know how he ended up with a blonde haired chest in his face as a warm welcoming body swallowed up his knot for the first time in ages. He didn’t know how Dennis even survived taking his knot, thighs shaking, little tail trembling as he moaned, hands holding Robby close. He didn’t know how he ended up thumbing at the youngest clit till he was making a stick wet mess between them.
Robby didn’t know who to blame other than himself for letting Dennis in. It wasn’t just a major HR violation, ethically wrong, biologically wrong, and an affront to god, but it was also….
“You are down so bad. My friend, you’ve not wagged your tail since you dated that blonde rhino chick. You gotta tape that sucker down.” Jack teased as he stepped behind Robby at his work station, letting the long grey tail wack against his calf. Robby turned red and tucked his tail under his thigh.
“It’s that sheep student isn’t it? There’s rumors.” Jack asked, leaning down to whisper in his friends ear. Robby rubbed a hand over his face before looking at the raven hybrid.
“I’m done here. We should get coffee.” Robby suggested and nodded to Whitaker who smiled and gave a small awkward wave.
Jack didn’t believe him when he said that Dennis took knots. Jack had seen those knots. No way in hell-
Dennis was more than open to Robby showing him off, and the rumor of Dennis Whitaker, sweet little lamb, fucking his boss and getting bred no less, started.