#cub hybrid reader

[johnpricearchive]

Only to imagine price's den makes me want to melt in his arms 😩

Something something bear!hybrid!Price something something breeding you full of his cubs…please?

I’m gonna do some RECYCLING here

Imagine Grizzly!Price introducing himself on the day you move in. And he’s never seen a bear like you before. You’re a bear for certain— the fluffy ears and tail, the scent of fruit and honey, it pulls out instincts he’d long forgotten about.

But you’re so little. And you have that funny little ring of fur around your neck. And that long tongue. And you can’t stand the cold. No hibernation instincts whatsoever.

A sun bear.

And he feels this tremendous itch when winter comes. He always feels this sort of dull ache— sleep is calling him. But he’s the kind of man who can’t help but keep an eye on everything going on around him. And you’re not prepping at all. Where are your crates of groceries? Your house has a cellar for God’s sake and he hasn’t seen anything go in there. Each time he sees you through your window, just enjoying yourself and ambling around the house— it’s like dry kindling is being tossed onto the embers around his heart.

He always felt this hard drive to nurture, to provide, to nest— he can’t stand seeing you so vulnerable and unprepared. And you’re so small! What’s going to happen once you get snowed in and you barely have enough to last you a week and a half?

Which is why he keeps coming around. Bringing his own things, preserves, jerky, canned goods— all under the guise of having “made too much”. Proving he has what it takes to care for you. You don’t really get it, he can tell from the look on your face, but you appreciate the treats.

He can’t get the image of you licking into a nearly empty jar of blueberry compote with your too long tongue out of his head. Of course his girl wouldn’t be wasteful.

Price only gets broodier as the dead of winter approaches. A blizzard is forecasted— and he all but demands that you stay at his place. He has a generator, firewood, a full larder— you don’t. You follow easily, like a dog rolling over to have its belly rub. What’s to protest?

He insists you sleep in his bed. Why waste the body heat when you could share? He barely has to prompt you before you’re rolling around, playing in his sheets, rubbing your scent everywhere. Sun bears mate year round, so you always smell just a little ripe and juicy— and it drives him crazy.

Having you in his bed, keeping you warm, feeding you…. It pushes him into that state of mind. You’re not in a man’s house anymore, you’re in a bear’s den, and his body knows what comes in spring, even if yours doesn’t.

He grinds up against you in his half-asleep daze, his nose buried in your neck as he mutters about what you’ll look like all fat and happy from overwintering with his cubs inside you. You might be a bit too small to take his cock at first, and it might be a bit of struggle to carry his brood, but you’ll have him to get you ready. He’ll look after you every step of the way, so just don’t worry your pretty head about it, ok?

[yerchokito]

warnings : p in v, brief stuff with panties, oral(?), not proofread. short smut.

afab!reader

a/n - first time writing smut— bare with me :(

snowleopard!satoru becomes a menace when you ovulate. overly clingy, more bitey, and unfortunately… horny.

snowleopard!satoru has always been a horn-dog (cat?), you can’t even count the many times he’s tried to rut against you or your belongings, it’s like living in a brothel ://

so, you can guess how he reacts on the days where he can practically taste the change in your body.

“gah! satoru, what are you doing?—hey!”

what an unlucky day, not only did you wake up more irritated than usual, but now your precious (more like devious) rescue hybrid, is sniffing your crotch like a pervert!

what a pain, now you have to embarrassingly pry the head of your boy away from your front he noses at. damn it.

“relaaaxx hun, mm you smell good.” he purrs.

he groans as you try to push him away, holding you still by his big hands, kneading innocently at your ass. would be cute, if he wasn’t trying to make-out with your panties!

“satoru! hey—stop that! ugh, hu-hey don’t l-lick!” you squeak as he drags his rough tongue along your slit, damping your panties. your willpower begins to falter as he now happily licks, practically feasting upon the wetness that seeps through your underwear.

though, he soon gets annoyed with the cloth.

whining, he tears the thin layer of fabric and is met with heaven on earth.

your slit drips with need, clit hard and twitching, and you smell all the more better.

“toru’…”

that’s all he hears before he blanks out.

plap! plap! plap!

the sound of skin on skin rings in your ears as your precious boy pounds into your entrance with the need to breed, filling up every crevice of your body.

god you feel like a pervert. letting your rescue hybrid fuck you? new type of low for you.

but for now, you’ll let the snowy-headed man use you. sex now, shame and consequences later.

“haah— ts’ so goooodd, been hidin’ this from me, huh?” he mewls, quickly pounding in and out of your tight wet heat. he has his chest to your back, rutting into you like he’ll die without being inside.

“toruuu’!!! fuh—fuck!” you squeal, drooling as all you can feel is him, his cock sliding into your silky hole, ramming in over and over. his tail caressing you almost comfortingly, you can hear the faint whimpers that spill from his throat

when he cums, you’ll take it, and if he gives you cubs, well then you’ll have to take it.

[bunny-jpeg]

your big bear

capt. john price

tags: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/46), pet names, established relationship (married), missionary, sweet/dirty talk, oral sex (reader receives)

a/n: this is sadly not a hybrid au, but there will be one soon!

you loved your big bear. jonathan price was his name, a good man. worked hard as a captain and now retired. forty-six, long time in the forces. so retirement took to him well.

even with the aches and pains you loved him. when you told him if you made him feel young, he chuckled and pinched your cheek.

"i'm no cradle robber, love." he said in that gruff voice of him. the kind of voice that made you weak in the knees.

your nickname for him stuck, even when he tried to coax you into other names - honey, sweetie, daddy. but you loved your big bear, so why change the name?

he sort of lumbered around, a bad pain in his hip and knee kept him less than nimble, the hairiness of his chest and face kept you warm in the winter months, he loved how you cooked fist (especially salmon).

but there was one aspect that made him the most bear-like.

his ability to manhandle you. while the average grizzly would just eat you, price had a different way of eating. currently he was between your legs in bed with his tongue pressed up against your bare cunt. your thighs over his shoulders and those broad hands across your soft skin.

"fuck, big bear." you whimpered as he continued to play with your clit with his tongue. his bread was scratchy against your thighs and you felt the excitement of pleasure wash over you.

you held onto his brown hair, it was greying at the temples. you gave it a firm yank and he held on a little tighter.

"careful there, cub. i'd hate to put ya over my knee for ripping my hair out." he continued to give your inner thighs beard burn as he teased your clit. you pussy tasted perfect to him, the sort of perfect that only encouraged him more and more.

"fuck, ah. john!"

he chuckled lowly before he took one hand away from your thighs and captured both of your wrists to pin them on your stomach above where he was. he said, "stay, cub. be a good girl for me."

he was just so big, that was your fault though. you wanted to get with the biggest, burliest man you could get your hands on, good thing that price liked you in return. he kept you pinned to the bed by your wrists and continued to orally pleasure you, the feeling zipped up your spine and made you hot all over. the thump of pleasure through your core as he kept kissing at your sweet pussy.

"my precious girl." he moaned into your pussy as he continued to lick your slit, his eyes closed as he continued to gorge himself on you. it tasted against, you felt like heaven. he loved you.

you felt dream-like, the pleasure only continued to grow inside of you. there was a leap of excitement through your core as you stayed pinned on the bed. this was what heaven must have felt like.

"you taste like honey, and i'm one hungry grizzly."

you chuckled lightly between the heightened pleasure, "you cheesy bastard."

price kissed your clit before he pulled away and looked into your eyes, "only for you, petal." then got up and away from your pussy. his cock stood proud against his fuzzy stomach. you were painfully aroused.

he eyed you up and down for a moment, and felt so deeply in love with you. he licked his lips before he wiped his beard. he hiked you up by the hips and admired you. his blue eyes gazed across your flustered form.

"beautiful." he mused before he sank his cock into you. you tensed up for a moment before he started to rock his hips against you. he wrapped your legs around his waist and leaned forward. he pressed a hand against the wall behind the bed and moved against you with strong thrusts.

"fuck, john." you shuddered.

"i love how my name sounds on your tongue, petal." he said with the utmost affection. he continued to rock against you, his thrusts were heavy and it made your soul sing for him. your beloved john.

you shuddered under him, felt the throb for him between your legs. you yearned for your man, your john. the feeling of him so close as he made love to you felt amazing. you could feel the excitement crawl through you, the hyperactivity in your brain as he made love to you.

"my beautiful girl." price said lightly, "my precious angel, bein' with an old dog like me. makin' me work your pretty little pussy, but it's all mine. no question about that." he purred lowly and you felt the excitement course through you.

"please, john." you moaned.

"prettiest voice in all of england. hell, the most beautiful woman in the whole world. and all mine, my precious little love." he purred. he thrusted up into you. he panted against you, the movements excited him greatly. the rush of want through the both of you.

you whined and arched your hips a little bit, and price only admired you more. there was something about how you looked under him that drove him mad. he continued to rut against you.

"quite the fuckin' sight." he mused as he moved faster.

"i love you."

"and i love you too, petal."

you shared a passionate kiss, you could taste your pussy on his lips, but you only dove deeper into the kiss with your husband. the center of your universe, the man you'd love for the rest of your days. you said your vows, and you made your promise to your bear of a man.

"my big bear."

"my little cub." he chuckled lightly as he took you by the hips and hiked them up a little higher to access you from a better angle. the feeling of his cock hitting up against all of your sweet spots made you feel even more excited to have sexually.

you held onto his strong, broad shoulders as he continued to make love to you. the forse he used was full of passion and made you core swim with desire. the pleasure mounted further in your cure with each movement.

you were pinned under him, letting him use your body as he saw fit. the feeling elated you, excited you beyond words. he was the kind of lover that would make anyone drool. and he was all yours, only yours.

price was obsessed with you, but not in a way that it dampened your love for him. he was protective, supportive, a provider in every sense of the word. all the way down to making you feel good. it was hard not to be so deeply in love with him - he was the man you always yearned for. wanted. and he wanted you.

and with each heavy stroke of his hips against yours, the promise was sealed. you were his and he was yours. hand in ever loving hand forever.

"my love. my woman." he said softly.

you kissed him once more before you replied, "my world. my man." you chuckled, your lips close to his before he captured your lips once more in a searing kiss.

he kissed across your cheeks as you held onto him tightly. he continued to rut up against you, his thrusts heavy as he took all of you. with a few more ruts against your sweet sex, you were holding onto him tightly.

you panted and he pressed his forehead against yours. he continued his quick movements, it left after shivers run through you. it was a small inferno in his soul as he fucked you, and soon after he finished inside of you with one final thrust. he went in for another steamy kiss before he pulled away and laid out on the bed beside you.

you draped an arm across your bear of a lover and kissed his temple softly. you giggled lightly, "my big bear."

he pulled you in closely, your sweaty body against his. he kissed you deeply on the lips before he added, "my everything. now why don't i get you some water and you pick a movie for us to watch tonight."

you broke into a big grin. no matter what - you'd always be spoiled by your precious husband. your big bear <3

[pricegotmedickmatized]

i cannot believe i haven't written more for gaz yet (i have, it's just in drafts until the actual porn is done) but he should definitely be the next for hybrid!141, so here, have some wolf!gaz and bunny!reader

wolf!gaz who's the most desirable operator price has ever seen in his whole fucking military career. he's smart and stealthy, strong and intuitive, and he's got a gut deep pack instinct that makes him adaptive to any team, within the span of a day he can ingratiate himself in a group and be ready to kill or die for them

wolf!gaz who has simon's intelligence, soap's speed, and price's bravery. he's the cornerstone of the team, balancing them all out when soap's running circles around them and simon's on edge and ready to snap it's gaz who can distract soap long enough for the captain and simon to get some fucking peace. it's gaz who bridges the gaps between the two more solitary hybrids and himself and soap, who can give soap someone to curl up with, who can invoke price's parental instincts to see them as his cubs, who can worm his way into simon's affections by bringing him food he's hunted for the pack

wolf!gaz who's selfless to an absurd degree, to the degree that the rest of the team has started to feel upset by it. he hunts but never for himself, always for them. he plays but it's always soap's (or on rare occasions simon's) games, or puzzles with price. he follows orders, he serves the pack, he loves the pack. he does everything he does for them, and they love him for it, they do. but they want him to have something just for himself. to be able to be selfish with, just once

wolf!gaz who gets separated from the team on a mission and has to hide out in hostile territory. he's looking for a place to hide out until he can get to the rendezvous point, someplace to rest for the night when he stumbles upon the little hidden door, tucked almost seamlessly in an alley. he forces his way inside and finds her: a soft little bunny with her snow white ears twitching at him, dark eyes blinking slowly, nose trembling, hunkered back in the corner like she's trying to get as far from him as possible, but still looking at him like she's as fascinated as he is

wolf!gaz who, despite his self control, despite his selflessness, despite his intelligence and kindness and sweetness is still a fucking predator, and if you put a pretty little bunny in front of a wolf he's going to do what wolves were meant to do. devour. he sweet talks her out of the corner with soft yips and beckoning growls while his blood burns beneath his skin, faking a kind, easy smile to hide the fangs that itch in his jaw. he talks her in close, those wide dark eyes on him as he rubs those soft ears and tells her how cute her little tail is. he just needs a place to stay tonight, bunny, a sweet thing like you will let him, won't you? he won't be much of an imposition, he promises, pretty rabbit

wolf!gaz who gets her pinned belly down on the floor, still talking sweet in her ear as he fucks her on his cock, right up against the growing knot, teasing her with it, promising he'll give that sweet little cunt what she's crying for, just be patient, he's gotta work her open, bunny, you're really too tight for this, but good girl that you are you're gonna take it, aren't you? making him feel so fucking good, bunny, so soft and pretty all for him to get some fucking relief after the day he's had, what a perfect treat for him to find all alone in your warren. and fuck, bunny, you better be careful, cumming like that when he's got his teeth in your neck, knot finally popping inside so he can fill you with hot cum. he may just decide you're too perfect to leave behind.

he's been so selfless...maybe the others are right. maybe he should have something just for himself. like a pretty bunny who cums untouched on his knot like a good mate should.

[yuujispinkhair]

okay questionable thoughts… Hybrid Tiger Sukuna… But… what if we gave him catnip? Cus I’ve seen videos of it working on tigers and I’m a bit cray cray-

Oh nooo!!! This drives me all kinds of FERAL!! I wrote the following in a horny daze lmaoo. I would give so much to be Tiger Hybrid Sukuna's owner who gets that gorgeous tiger-cock ;) Thank you so much for sending me this!!

Tiger Hybrid!Sukuna x Reader (female). 18+, smut, rough sex, creampie, mentions of breeding + risk of pregnancy if reader gives Sukuna more catnip in the future, dubcon on both sides, drugs. Minors don't interact. Divider @/hitobaby

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who is usually so in control, acting all aloof and majestic. But you give him catnip, and he loses all that control. You thought it would be cute to see him loosen up and become more playful, but you didn't expect him to become so wild.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who tackles you to the floor with a needy growl. Who presses you down with his heavy body, his large tail swishing from side to side excitedly, his pupils blown wide, his hot spit dripping down onto your neck. And his large bulge growing hard against your ass.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who loses his ability to talk in the state he is in now and just growls and purrs while he nuzzles his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent deeply, his lips and tongue and sharp canines leaving their marks on your skin while he ruts against you, needy like never before.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who scares you a bit when he goes crazy like that. This big, strong half-tiger, with those strong muscles and the sharp teeth and claws. And with that huge, strong cock. But your fear mixes with arousal, and you find yourself hoping your tiger will claim you thoroughly tonight.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who isn't even in the right mind to undress you but just tears at his and your clothes, ripping them to shreds in his primal need to mount you.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who pushes his hot, fat cock between your wet cunt, coating himself in your arousal, grunting and growling wildly against your neck while he ruts his throbbing tiger-cock against your heated cunt.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who bites your neck when he pushes his leaking cock into your dripping cunt, groaning loudly against your skin, instantly starting a punishing rough pace of fucking you. Mounting you so wild and hard right there on the floor.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who is so sexy like that, out of control, wild and feral like never before. More animal than man. Who snaps his hips fast and erratically, purely driven by his animal instinct to fuck and breed and fill a mate with his potent seed.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who holds you down and keeps his teeth on your neck while he fucks all his tiger-cum deep into you. Growling loudly while he mates you as if you are his fertile tigress.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who makes you lose control, too, pushing your ass needily against him, wanting all his hot seed and the feel of his heavy balls slapping against you. Making you squeal loudly when you cum all over his fat tiger-cock.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who pulls out of you with a low groan and then kneels on the floor behind you with a blissed-out expression on his beautiful face, not as feral anymore but still high on the catnip. His gorgeous cock softening but still glistening with your creamy juices and his milky seed, his dark pink tip still swollen.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, whose whole muscular body trembles lightly as the effects of the catnip wear off. Whose long, pretty tail is twitching suddenly when those glowing red eyes bore into yours with a dangerous glint in them.

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who growls at you, "Never do that again!" And when you ask him why, he glares at you and is like, "Because who knows what I'll do next time. Maybe I'll breed you until you have my cubs."

++ Tiger Hybrid Sukuna, who calms down again when you tell him you are ok, and he didn't hurt you. Who finally purrs when you scratch him behind his ears and at the base of his pretty tiger tail and promise him that you won't give him catnip ever again, even though you quite enjoyed his wild side.

[rav1377]

Bear’s Den

bearshifter/hybrid!John Price x fem!reader

tw:SMUTTTTT! EEK!!!! kidnapping? Sorta-idk other crazy stuff, reader described as sort of chubby, somno , stc

THIS IS GONNA BE A SERIES 😝😝😝😝😝Got carried away the need to hibernate has been itching under John’s skin for some time. it’s getting closer and closer, he can feel it. he’s been stocking up more and more, ensuring to buy an abundance of goods at the supermarket, or hunting out more. he’d been eating a lot more lately, growing a layer of fat over his muscles. so he was out on another grocery run, preparing for the upcoming season. he was deep in thought, contemplating the excuse for the one or two people who might come questioning if he doesn’t show up for a few months. that’s how he meets you. as he’s reaching for a can of beans, his hands brush yours. he didn’t even see you, too focused on something else. so when his eyes flit over you, he’s taken aback. you might just be the most tempting thing he’s ever laid his eyes on. your hair falls perfectly, bringing out the features in your face. your soft skin is delicate and unmarried, free of scars and marks. it’s so different from John’s skin. your body soft and sweet, the little dress you wear looks like it’d been made for only you. it showed your legs, cellulite causing a few small dimples on your thighs. John might pass out as he looks at them, they’re thick and plump, connected to a good pair of hips. good hips for cubs. John thinks, and the thought sticks in his head like molasses as you open your sweet little mouth

“oh! sorry about that.” you say, jerking your hand back. you smile up at the man, and his eyes stare blankly at you. it’s like your voice knocked him out of a trance, and he blinks. “n-no, my fault love, ‘m sorry.” he says, stepping back to let you get the can. “go ahead.” he says and you shake your pretty head. “no sir, please you were here first.” John’s eyes seem to bear into your own and you grow flustered, cheeks reddening. still, you don’t make a move. “you need it more than I do.” Is all you say. so instead of leaving you there smiling at him with those little lips, he reaches for the can you were going for before placing it in your handheld basket. “o-oh thank you.” you say, looking up at him. “‘f course. always happy to help a beautiful girl.” he says and you chuckle. “it’s not nice to lie.” you say, smiling. “oh ‘m not lying love.” is all he responds with. so with hot cheeks and your can of beans, you thank him again before waving and walking off. John lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding before staring at where you were. something tugged at his heart and all he could think was mate mate mate mate mate. in his addled mind, you were perfect to be his mate. perfect to bear his cubs, being so nice to him, offering him food.

he knew he had to have you. it was decided the moment you opened that mouth of yours. he forgot about the rest of his groceries, bringing what he had to the front. at the checkout, he “bumped” into you again at the self checkout. you talk to him again, open now that you know him, not some total stranger. your eyes take in the contents of his basket, laden with non perishables and plenty of protein. “stocking up for winter, huh?” you joke, smiling as you scan the items in your basket. “heh. somethin’ like that lovie.” is all he says. he knew that he should say something more to you, do something, but he couldn’t think straight. so he kept it simple. “i like your dress. It looks nice.” he grunts out, eyes trained on his items so he doesn’t have to look at you. little does he know, you flush at the compliment. he thinks you look nice! this beefy man at the checkout line with the mutton chops thinks you look nice. you swear you might melt. when you’d bumped into him earlier you thought nothing could come of it, that you ran into the man of your dreams, only to be left alone again when you walked off. you’d only done that because surely he couldn’t be interested in you.

he was tall, taller than you and covered in hair. his mutton chops suited him perfectly, and his blue eyes looked at you like you mattered. his chest and torso were broad, stomach covered in a good bit of fat. still, there was no doubt that he wasn’t strong. his biceps were nothing but an indication of that. when you were in the checkout line, you’d thought you’d never talk to him again. “thank you! ‘s my favorite one honestly.” you reply, smiling with your teeth at the large man. his chest puffs out at that, preening that he made you smile. John pulls out his card and pays for his groceries, keeping them in the canvas bags they provide. when you fumble for your own wallet, John shakes his head, tutting. “let me pay.” he says, daring to step closer to you. surprisingly, you don’t move, and almost seem to lean into his presence. “no! I couldn’t let you do that.” you say, pushing his hand away. “let me pay. least I could do.” he says again, trying to reach past you and to the card reader. “L-least you could do for what?!” you exclaim, a strangled noise leaving you when his card reaches the reader, the tap function indicating the bills payment acceptance. your hand grips his forearm, trying to pull it away from the reader. John’s mind goes blank for a second, focusing only on your warm grip against his skin.

your mewl breaks him out of it and he grins. “oops.” he says, tucking his card away. “no!” you say, glaring at him. “sir, please let me pay you back.” John shakes his head and smiles, picking up your bags. “I’ll walk you to your car.” he murmurs, ready to follow you. “sir, it’s okay really.” you plead, shaking your head as he walks out the supermarket door. yet, you follow him, trailing his pace obediently. “stop callin’ me sir, love.” your outside on the sidewalk now, merely talking. “so what should I call you?” you ask, hands drifting to fidget. your gaze pierces him, and his mind is only focused on one thing now. he needs to have you. “John.” he says, and you respond with your own name. normally, you’d never think about doing something like this, but there’s something about this man that’s different. he calms you, his presence steady and strong. he drew you in from the moment you laid eyes on him. John shifts your two bags to rest on one arm with the one he has. “well, it’s nice to meet you John.” you say, smiling. you hold your hand out and John licks his lips. “‘m sorry love.” he groans, and immediately moves to pick you up, throwing you over his shoulder. a gasp leaves your throat and you try to twist out of his grasp, but his grip on your waist is too tight. “wait! no-please-John no!” you whine, hands punching his back weakly. it breaks his heart to see you fighting him like this, but you won’t fight for long. he can’t let you escape him. so he walks to his truck, opening the door before placing you in the passengers. he’s quick to climb into the drivers, placing the food between you before starting the engine. you’re shaking like a leaf, trying to not show your fear. “John what are you doing?” you get out, voice pleading. “not going to hurt you.” he responds, pulling out of the parking lot at break neck pace.

“Just had to have you, love. ‘m sorry.” he says, glancing over you every few seconds. you’re somewhat relaxed, on edge if anything. John tries to give off his best calming scent, hoping it calms you more. “what are you talking about?” you say, voice shaky. John’s silent, instead focusing on the road. when you pull in, his home sits tucked away. it’s made of wood, cabin style, and he turns the truck off and walks to your door. you scramble away from him at first, but he pulls you by the ankles, gripping you close to him. his other hand grabs the bags, bringing them with you. his door is unlocked and he walks in, setting the bags on the kitchen counter. you’re next, placed there, bottom on the cold material as he holds your wrists. he shushes you, keeping you still. you don’t struggle for long, his hold is almost gentle and there’s something about him that calms your nerves into thinking he won’t hurt you. “had to have you as my mate. smilin’ all pretty, needed you.” he grunts, pressing his lips to yours. flinching, the shock hits you as you melt into the kiss. he pulls away to kiss your cheeks, hands resting on your waist. “you want me to?” he grunts and you’re silent. you can’t admit that you want this, you shouldn’t. still, you whine and nod as his tongue traces over your neck. you have no clue what he’s talking about, mate. but when his lips graze your skin your mind melts.

John can’t stand it anymore, the animal coming out in him. so he lifts you again, carrying you to his, no your bedroom now, laying you on the bed. your hands run over the many furs that adorn the mattress, warm and cozy, stacked on quilts and pillows. “gonna have my cubs.” another kiss. “be so good for me.” kiss. “perfect little mate.” kiss. the talk melts your mind, limbs ordered to relax under he words. his hands pull your dress off, and you help him remove your bra. he rips your panties off in one go, discarding them on the ground. your hands trace over his large chest, tucking under his t-shirt and taking in his warm skin. a small moan escaped your lips at the feeling of all his warmth, and you snuggle closer to him. so he pulls off his shirt, allowing you to see the soft planes of his torso. his pants are next to be removed, followed by his boxers. all laid out for him, his hips encase yours and he grinds on your slowly, kissing your neck. “gonna be good?” something in you can’t help but nod, and John lines his member up with your entrance, spreading your legs. you’re already soaked, slick coating your thighs. it’s obvious that you wanted this as well. you mewl out John’s name as he slides in, thick cock rubbing the walls of your warmth. you can feel him throbbing inside of you, and his growls and grunts are all that’s audible from his lips. his head tucks into your neck as he fits into you perfectly, bottoming out. that earns a groan from both of you, and it’s not long before he’s rutting into you like an animal. each pound of his hips had you crying out in pleasure.

“ngh! John! oh-feels good John!” you cry, arms holding onto his biceps for what feels like dear life. the man grunts and pushes into you faster, huffing as his beard brushes your cheek. “please!” you whimper, and his hands hold you close. “a-all yours love.” he grunts, eyes screwing shut as you clamp on him, releasing out a powerful orgasm. your body twitches in the aftershocks and John can feel himself getting worked up more as he pulls out, only to push you over and into your stomach. he slams into you again, large member filling you up with each push of his hips. he’s so large, you almost can’t take it. if you were to look at where he plunged into you, you’d see your tight little hole struggling to accommodate his large cock, and the bulge of him pressing in your stomach. groaning, his hips pick up a new passion and he presses his chest to your back to whisper filthy things in your ear. “perfect mate. stay here w’me. round with my cubs. all knocked up.” he’s grunts turn into straight groans as your pussy clamps on him, the words going straight to your cunt. you gasp out his name over and over again like it’s a prayer and when his fat tip is pushing against your cervix like that, you can’t exactly resist coming on him again, squeezing and milking his length for all it’s worth. the urge comes, and his canines dig into the place between your neck and shoulder, marking you his. his mate. when you moan our his name, begging to be filled, he feels himself cum, groaning one last time as his hips roll into yours slowly. his release spurts out of your hole with each push, and he pulls out only to scoop it up with his fingers before pushing his softening member back in.

his bodies tired now, called to sleep by hibernation and your warm body against his. he pulls the blankets away to tuck you under, allowing you to snuggle into his chest. “my mate.” he grunts, kissing your forehead. you shiver in his arms. “won’t take after one. we’ll be up later.” he rumbles, and you nod sleepily. you don’t know why you’re so tired all of a sudden, but you really want to take a long nap now. it’s just so warm in the room, cozy under the blankets, John’s pressing into you so well, it’s all pulling you into a slumber. when you wake again, John’s rutting into you, grunting this time. he’s on top of you, and he moans when you blink up at him with sleepy eyes. you’re already close to your release, and you mewl when you come undone, the coil snapping low in your belly. he’s not far behind, thick, white, hot ropes of cum painting your insides. it’ll take now. he’s come in you for the past seven rounds, some you’ve been awake for, some not so awake. that’s one that about the hibernation, it pulls both him and his mate to that slumber. but when John’s cock is just buried in your warmth like that, hibernation can wait a bit. at least you’ll be with him this time around, trapped in his bear den.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Reader with a bunch of pregnant marks, some of them are feeding their babies milk while others are playing or sleeping with thwir children imagine how many sore feet the reader need to massage and oh god, how many horny pregnant marks that he need to give head since they can't have sex due to being pregnant

Insert that one meme that's like "honey I want more children" but it's the marks kicking the door in and readers trying to iron clothes. Homeboy goes to work for a break cuz how tf do they have 30 kids already. (It's cuz hybrid mark has litters of at least two or three at a time).

Reader truly is gods strongest soldier for keeping up with the pregnancy hormones of the marks. Would they have strange cravings? Like, does sinister mark crave human flesh? Imagine reader is just like "no, babe, you can't give our baby the taste for human flesh before it's even born 😭"

They're gonna need a much bigger house, and just ground in general for all the energy all those babies are gonna have. straight up Wayne manor sized, if not bigger, featuring a batcave that they can train in before the reader feels comfortable letting them out.

I don't even wanna think about how much hair Cecil loses because of these guys.

Readers gonna age quicker too from how much the marks are draining him cuz when they've been pregnant once they're not gonna wanna stop. I believe that viltrumites definitely got that pregnancy glow, and they don't get anywhere near as sluggish as humans do.

They're still gonna demand to be pampered and massages though, readers not getting outta that.

Imagine reader is a blue collar worker, like laying pipe (lmao, both at work and at home), and dude can barely get in the door before one or more marks is all over him, cuz blue-collar men are just so hot, and they're horny and have a lot of hormones going rn and it's all the readers fault.

Who has the biggest baby? Probably evil emperor mark cuz he's just bigger than all the marks in general, and older, so he'd have one of those babies where you think "that's a whole child", and he'd be really cocky and egotistical about it.

Prisoner mark, or hybrid mark, has the smallest. Prisoner because he's gone a long period of time with a damaged body, be it literally or just starvation and stress. And hybrid cuz his bodies made for litters so the cubs are smaller but grow fast.

[holybibly]

𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱 | San x reader

Pairing: Wolf cub San x Bunny reader

Summary: A wolf's hunger is unquenchable, especially with the heat approaching. And as it happens, you look too appetising in the mornings to resist tempting them to taste you.

Part of a series "𝔙𝔢𝔫𝔲𝔰 𝔦𝔫 𝔉𝔲��𝔰" in the Pretty Flushed universe.

Genre / Au / Trope : Smut, hybrids!Au

Rating: 18+ / 21+ / MDNI

Word count: 3k

Warnings: Unprotected sex, сorruption kink, fingering, degrading, pet names, size kink, dirty talk, explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, rough oral, praise kink, squirting and more.

net: @cultofdionysusnet

A|N: All right, bunnies, are you all ready for the official introduction of our wolf pups? Well, here I am. And with me, a hot and hungry wolfie San who wants to taste you first thing in the morning.

Your mommy is back, bunnies and I'm lustier and more vicious than ever.

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 Part I @tiny-apocalypse @captain-joongz @alicedawitchbish @woohwababes @wlv-asteria @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisprincesss @lavishloving @teagietots @spooo00oky @sousydive @hwapou @bunnliix @softwsan @mjyungi @fantasy2wonderland @noirsfantasy @cassies-cookies @renaholicss @luffypants @hyukssunflower @watermelon2319 @peachygiku @bunnyxoxodarling @stolasisyourparent @soranosnowbunny @certifiedmoa @sanglix @slvtiny @hopefulrascalstatesmantoad @hecateslittlewitchling @xxawl @pastellbunno @starlletsblog @seonghwasstar @hwanring @vtyb23 @pearltinyy @minjaeum @chasevixx @bomi-ja @onedumbho3 @sanglix @cursedeastern @itza-meee @pinkies-things @atinism @mxnsxngie @nenefix-on @therealcuppicake @annafeebou @sharksandminhos @@lixies-pixieboy @@vampzity @0rangemilk @yellow-foxxing

ℌ𝔬𝔩𝔶 𝔅𝔲𝔫𝔫𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔗𝔞𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 Part II @unholywriters @hey-syia @hrts4nohee @vnessalau @mlink64

Through a heavy haze of sleep, you feel a long, rough tongue sliding lazily across your warm pink pussy, leaving a wet trail of viscous saliva in its wake. A light touch to your clit causes your pretty doll mouth to open, and a languid sigh escapes your lungs, eventually turning into a pitiful, whimpering moan. Your eyes move quickly beneath your closed eyelids, long, downy lashes fluttering. Unconsciously, your hips arch forward in search of more of that delicious sensation. 

"Bunny..." That one nickname sets the viscous, sweet moisture gushing from your vagina in abundance, filling the entire space of the luxurious bedroom with the rich scent of peaches and cream. Insistent, rough fingers slide over your moist mound, and your delicate, silky folds slip beautifully around them, so that the pointed tip of his tongue can just feel the edge of your oozing hole. Hot, intermittent, fever-like breath flows around your cunt before the plump lips leave a messy, open-mouthed kiss on your labia. "Wake up, my sweet girl. I want to play with you, Princess." The sound of the Alpha's voice is like warm, melted honey in your ears. 

The thick scent of black orchids and powder, mixed with the sweetness of Alpha pheromones, wraps around you, embedding itself in your skin and settling in your lungs with every intermittent breath. 

Even when you're half asleep, your submissive bunny nature sends signals of obedience throughout your body, forcing you to obey every command of the more dominant and powerful species. You don't want to provoke the predator at all, especially when he's got you in his strong, clawed hands. Your plump, cottony tail flicks up, and your long ears - limp, and soft - press uselessly against your head. Your small hand hesitantly reaches for the source of overwhelming pleasure, now even more obvious and palpable as consciousness begins to return to you, and you blink absentmindedly, chasing the sleep from your eyes. It takes a few minutes for your tiny, pheromone-fogged brain to comprehend what is happening and analyze the situation, and now the painful excitement that flows through your veins like thick, viscous honey finally makes sense—long, silky hair, soft, pointed ears with fluffy tassels at the ends — San. 

As your little sugar fingers dig into the Alpha's thick, wavy curls and your nails lightly brush the sensitive base of his ears, San lifts his sharp feline eyes to you—heavy and half-lidded with lust. Those eyes, almost inhuman in their intensity, shine in the darkness of the bedroom. Your skin tingles at the intensity of the gaze, and you squeak softly, covering your eyes and feeling a scalding scarlet blush spread across your rounded, plump cheeks and pale neck. Even after months of living in their house, you still can't shake the feeling of embarrassment and humiliation that comes over you every time one of the wolves touches you. 

Pleased that you're finally awake and able to give him your full attention, San velvety purrs, never takes his beautiful mouth away from your plump, luscious cunt. His deft tongue flicks along your slit, skilfully playing with your throbbing clit before his beautiful, devilishly curved lips engulf it, pulling it into his warm, craving mouth and beginning to suck slowly as the sharp tip of his sinful tongue penetrates your tight hole, stimulating your silky walls and licking up every drop of your sweet, creamy mucus. The soft taste of peaches is saccharine in his mouth, as San is tasting the most desirable treat on the planet—your fertile ripeness. 

A new wave of lust sweeps over your body, leaving you feverish and helpless with the desire for more. The Alpha's mouth encircles around your sensitive nub, lightly grazing it with his sharp fangs before his slippery, rough tongue begins to aggressively massage you in circles; his hot, sultry lips devouring your pussy with a deep, animal hunger. You're trembling all over; crystal-clear tears begin to gather in the corners of your eyes from the intensity of the sensations, and you squeal out loud, unable to contain yourself. 

"Ah-alpha, that feels so good." Your fingers get tangled in the thick mass of wavy hair between his pointed ears, which are twitching slightly, picking up on every little sound that you are making. You're so wet that mucus is falling from you like a waterfall, filling the room with the rich, sweet, creamy scent. You continue to sob and whimper, sending shivers of excitement through alpha's body as his thick, fluffy tail slowly swings behind his back. His jaw opens and closes relentlessly as he alternates between messy movements and lazy and lingering ones, just to drive you crazy with the contrast of sensations as he savours your cunt. 

As his tongue presses flat against the quivering, glistening folds of your cunt, your hips begin to tremble, and your heel kicks into the silk sheet on the bed, causing it to crumple into a heap. San growls in a menacing manner and digs his claws into the plump, soft flesh of your thigh to hold you in place. 

"Don't fucking move, bunny, or do you want me to bite you? Does the princess like pain? You are such a slut." For a second, San pulls his wet, swollen mouth away from your pussy, only to growl at you. You recoil in horror at the hidden threat in the husky, sultry tone of his voice. Your little fluffy tail quivers as the sharp tips of his fangs graze your delicate, sensitive folds with every word he utters. A reminder that no matter how well the wolves treat you, showering you with gifts and praise, they are still big and dangerous predators, especially for a gentle bunny like you.

"P-please forgive me. I'll be an obedient bunny, I promise. San, I will be a good, obedient princess for you." Your voice is a barely audible whisper, but you have no doubt that he heard you. 

San responds with a low, satisfied growl as he continues to poke his tongue mercilessly into your swollen, tingling clit. Every nerve in your body is vibrating and tingling as he does it over and over and over again. You're so hot, so sticky, and so wet, and every movement of the Alpha's beautiful mouth causes more and more mucus to spill out of your little hole. Your juices run down his chin and down his neck, dripping onto the luxurious silk sheets that lie beneath you. 

San's hands slide down your legs, his sharp claws leaving fierce, blood-red marks on your pale skin, until he throws your legs over his hard, broad shoulders and continues to eat you as if his life depended on it. The muscles in your legs and thighs stretch, and you feel so open, so vulnerable, and exposed to this beautiful, devilishly handsome Alpha, who reminds you more of a big wildcat than a wolf. 

Awakenings like this morning were nothing new for you, especially in the last few weeks when the younger alphas started to warm up before their inexorably approaching heat. Despite Seonghwa's strict orders not to touch you without his or Hongjoong's supervision, everyone in the house still remembered the incident with Wooyoung a few months back, when your mommy and daddy had left you alone with the fascinatingly beautiful, crystal-blue-eyed Alpha. Almost every morning you awoke with one of the wolves cubs pressing their hot bodies against you in the bed. 

Each of them had their own favourite way of waking you up, but most of the time it was down to their long tongues licking your little pussy insistently or their long clawed fingers slowly stretching your tight hole until you started to squeal and squirt. The number of hopelessly ruined sheets that Seonghwa had to throw away after all that was just too numerous to count. And something told you that those beautiful deep-burgundy sheets would suffer the same fate after San was done with you. 

San moans loudly and shamelessly as he buries his face deeper and deeper into your pussy, greedily lapping up the thick, honey-coloured goo from your quivering hole. And he obviously won't stop until you've squirted your delicious cum all over his face. And the devilishly handsome Alpha lets you know it by the way his tongue begins to rub against your silky folds in a rhythm that is too fast for you and almost painful for you. 

"Ah, a-alpha, this is too much...please be gentle." You whimper loudly as you feel his lips squeeze your clit tightly and suck hard on it before releasing it from his sensual grasp with a loud 'pop'. 

"Gentle..." San growls as he sends waves of pleasure through your body with his sinful tongue and hot breath. His hands tighten their grip on your hips, pulling you even closer to his beautiful, predatory face. His slanted feline eyes are practically all black—glistening irises that flash with molten gold as he catches a glimpse of your wide-open eyes, the fat tears already beginning to gather in the corners of them. You look so fucked up already, and it's beautiful. Even if he can't fuck you properly yet, he'll do his best to make sure that every time he touches you, you'll have memories of it.

A pitiful sob escapes from your doll-like lips at the burning intensity of his dark gaze, and a shiver of fear, mixed with excitement, runs down the length of your spine. 

"You want me to be gentle..." He repeats again, almost imperceptibly sliding the tip of his tongue over your soft folds before you feel the slight vibration of his husky laugh against the damp skin of your pussy. "I'm not your mommy to be gentle with you, my darling." The Alpha gives a deep growl before he presses his mouth back down to your cunt with even more hunger and aggression than he did a few minutes ago. San hammers away at you with such fervour and greed, as if all he wants to do in this life is savour the taste of you and eat your tender pussy until you start to sob and beg him to stop. 

San tells himself that this insatiable hunger, this dark desire inside him, has nothing to do with the sharp, poisonous jealousy that eats away at him from the inside like acid every time he hears you moaning or begging for Seonghwa or Hongjoong when they fuck you into the mattress for hours. And of course, it has nothing to do with the fact that his teeth literally ache from the need to sink into your sweet, soft flesh and mark you as his property, his mate. The sight of the swollen, inflamed marks of the Seonghwa's claim on your fragile neck only fuels this animalistic need to breed and mate you even more. 

"Please Alpha..." You sob, hot tears rolling down the round, pink cheeks of your face. You can't even think; a throbbing need is overwhelming you, completely taking over the rational part of your brain. 

The Alpha growls viciously, sucking and licking your clit, all the while moving his tongue and making a foul noise. Your hips begin to move smoothly, following every movement of San's lips and tongue. It is as if you are having sex with his sensual mouth. You literally smother him as you wrap your legs around his head, burying his handsome face between your soft thighs, but judging by the purring moans and growing growls, he doesn't care if he loses his last breath, engulfed by the heat of your body as his mouth sucks your juicy, plump cunt. 

"S-san..." Your voice is almost drowned out by his moan as the first letters of his name fly off your tongue with a choked-out scream. I'm too sensitive..." You are still too swollen, too sensitive to his touch and his sinful tongue after a hard night with Seonghwa, and waves of bliss wash over you too quickly, too suddenly, bringing you to climax without warning. Your whole body trembles in his tight grip, your fingers clinging to his hair, trying to hold his head between your thighs or push his face away from your sensitive, throbbing core. 

San is holding you too tightly with his strong hands, digging his fingers into the flesh of your thighs, and drinking all the liquid that is pouring out of you uncontrollably, leaving the smooth, creamy taste of peaches on his tongue. "Ah! Too much, too much! Alpha..." You scream, but San still won't let you go. He swallows noisily, prolonging your orgasm and lapping up your juices as if he were dying of thirst and you were the only source that could satisfy him. 

San is practically intoxicated by the sight of you right now, his pretty little bunny all flushed and sweaty, crying and begging. You're begging him—San, not Seonghwa or Hongjoong, just him. 

The constant stream of "please" and "alpha," mixed with the soft ecstatic moaning of his name, drives San mad. He has you right where he wants you, and he will fuck you with his tongue until you're unconscious with bliss, and San loves it so damn much. 

"Oh God!" Your voice trails away, high and whimpering. "I'm so close, Alpha! San!"

"Mine!" He growls; his voice is completely different from a human's; it sounds much deeper and more ferocious; and it makes every part of your body vibrate. You can feel a stream of wet flowing out of you, forming a huge puddle of sticky goo on the sheets beneath you. 

Your head throws back, your back arching, and your hips lifting, pressing harder against the Alpha's face as the feathery movements of his tongue and the vicious sucking of his hot mouth send you into pure ecstasy, the overwhelming sensation of repeated orgasm coursing through your bones and nerve endings. You repeat his name over and over, basking in your delicious bliss as he drinks your cum down to the last drop, which you drown him in—the luscious goo splashing all over his face and the sheets—until San helps you to come down from your high with light, airy kisses around your swollen labia. 

"There you are, bunny. Look at you, my princess; you have done so well. You are so sweet on the tip of my tongue—sweeter than honey or ambrosia. I am going to eat you up until your screams reach the heavens."

You're still trembling, the residual spasms of orgasm still coursing through your body, tingling on every inch of your skin, making your legs shake and your hips squirm as you try to free yourself from his grip. You're too sensitive, so much so that it's almost painful. 

Your eyes flutter open, heavy and swollen with tears, and you meet the dark gaze that is fixed on your face. His lips are still hidden between your thighs, and you feel his weightless kisses around your folds. San gives you a smug smile as his kisses move down your thighs, causing a slight tingling sensation on your skin. 

"I'm not finished with you yet." The Alpha purrs as he releases your hips and crawls up your body. He leaves kisses all over your wet, flushed skin as his gorgeous face hangs over your plump tits. San runs his tongue over each of your swollen, slightly damp nipples, wet from the milk that has come out, before moving up higher and lightly biting the skin on the side of your neck. You whimper in between intermittent sighs, completely softened up by the intense orgasm that you can still feel at the very bottom of your belly. San bends down to your face and takes your plump, soft lips in a deep kiss. He grins as he pulls away from you to look at the fragile, delicate body that lies beneath him. 

As you look at his scarlet, swollen lips, glistening with your slime, your slutty bunny nature obligingly brings back the image of him tongue-fucking you. The memory causes your body to react in an almost instantaneous fashion, with a fresh batch of slime spurting out of your quivering hole. A thick wave of alpha pheromones fills the air, and you swallow hard in shame, knowing you'll never be able to hide your excitement, especially when his fingertips feel the wetness trickling between the silky folds of your pussy. 

San smiles devilishly as he slides his long fingers along your soft petal-like folds, more and more of your sweet nectar oozing from you, coating his fingers. These feathery touches are enough to make you tremble in his arms once more. You almost curse your treacherous bunny nature, that it is so easy for him to turn you into putty just by touching you. 

"A-alpha, I can't take it anymore. Please..." You sob as you dig your fingers into his shoulders.

He leans close to your ear, his hot breath brushing the sensitive skin of your earlobe and sending a tingling sensation through your body. 

"Oh bunny, I know you can give me so much more because you are such a slut, aren't you?" His fingers continue to move at an excruciatingly slow pace, and your consciousness begins to fade as a new wave of pleasure washes over you. "Come on, fluffy, do the begging for me. Beg me to fill you up with my cock; beg me to breed you like a good thoroughbred bitch. Beg me to fill you with my sperm, my princess." You shudder as San's fingers push your plump pink folds apart, and he slides two long fingers inside of you. "We have all day, and I won't stop until you can't think about anything other than me."

[xazse]

Hiiii!! ｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

I just wanna see say that first of all that I LOVE UR works! I literally SCREAM when I see ur works they're so good!!!! 🫶🫶🫶

Anyways I wanna share my thoughts with you if that's fine (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

I just watched a cute cat video with a tom cat meeting his kittens for the first time and I just thought what if it was Tiger hybrid!Sukuna meeting his cub, Yuji! (With a tiger hybrid reader too)

At first he'd be like growling and looking annoyed at the sight of Yuji cause I heard that's how usually male tigers respond to their offsprings (and they usually don't help raise or look after cubs), maybe pushing him away too (but not enough to hurt cause he somewhat cares kinda). But over time he starts getting attached to little cub, mainly cause reader forces Tiger hybrid!Sukuna to spend time with their cub. And he'd act annoyed but deep down he actually bonds with the little cub, ah its so cute!

(btw not forcing u to write or anything just sharing my recent hyper fixations (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡)

No the Peakness in this needs to be studied, sorry I haven’t been uploading I’ve been in a block so I hope y’all enjoy this! Thanks for leaving the request!!! Just something sweet and short to tide you lovelies over. PLUS THANK YOU FOR THE COMPLIMENTS SO SWEET!!

Warnings: Tigerhybrid!Sukuna + TigerHybrid!Yuji + Tigerhybrid!Reader + baby!yuji + big ol tiger family + not proofread

“Kuna stop it!”

“You’re scaring him with your loud growling, stop it.”

“He isn’t scared stop overthinking it, plus I’ve already told you I don’t want em near me.”

For such a huge scary Tiger like Sukuna he sure was giving off childish energy right now. Everytime little Yuji crawls to get close he’s pushed back right where he started. He doesn’t even seem to care that he’s growling and clearly not happy.

He’s so distracted and infatuated with Sukunas tail that flows back and forth, greedy little eyes looking for something to bite probably.

“I wish you’d stop treating him like a stranger he’s our baby.” You cross your arms and go to pick up Yuji, he eagerly has his chubby little arms out for you to coddle him, how can Sukuna just not find him so adoreable?

A loud huff of air comes out of him his tail whisking angrily behind him, you see the glint of sweet in his pupils it’s just a facade he needs help getting over.

And getting over it will happen.

It starts with baby steps at first, you pretending to need to make Yuji a bottle before he gets fussy, so you quickly plop him in Sukunas lap, he has no time to process or tell you to get him. He has no choice but to let Yuji curiously grab all over his face.

Sukuna thinks Yuji is too soft to be his, he should at least have a backbone at his age but he mainly blames you, you’re far too kind for someone of his own species, Tigers are meant to be fierce but he isn’t getting a hint of that from either of you.

Sukuna is holding Yuji awkwardly, arms outstretched and holding him in the air away from his body. The cutie is babbling and giggling about nonsense. Sukuna pulls him in a little bit closer and he immediately starts sucking on his cheek, encasing the whole thing, Sukuna is quick to act disgusted and pull him away.

You come shortly back with the bottle and also plop it down in his lap.

“No”

“Yes.”

“Kuna, please I’m extremely tired and need a quick break.”

You flash him your sweetest eyes and even pull your fluffy ears backwards, you really strike his heart everytime you do that so he grumbly obliges to watch Yuji.

Whilst you’re in the room he begins feeding Yuji, everytime he so much as rests his arm Yuji is whining for the bottle.

“Can’t even move an inch can I?” He straightens up and fixes himself. Sukuna can’t help but poke at his little inflated cheeks, filled with warm milk he looks so content gobbling it up.

He really looks like him even has the same patterned tail and tiny fluffy ears.

When he finishes the bottle he isn’t sure what to do besides letting Yuji relax on his chest and watch something, the baby Tiger is slowly drifting off his soft coos slowly fading.

This is okay just for a little, only until you rest up, he won’t have his wife walking around tired then he’ll throw the brat back in your lap.

But that doesn’t happen, it’s becoming an everyday thing where he feeds Yuji then they both drift off on the couch, it’s like this over and over.

Sukuna finds himself searching for Yuji in your arms then taking him to do the most random tasks with him laid awkwardly on his side. He still doesn’t know how to hold his own son properly but you’re so ecstatic.

You catch Sukuna helping Yuji build his building blocks up, then when Yuji knocks them down and is about to cry he’ll quickly build the tower back up in reassurance. You can see his tail swirl around when Yuji looks up to his daddy to help him.

On nights where Yuji is crying out for you, you’d usually get up to go comfort him but it’s Sukuna who jumps up faster than you to go tend to him. The room goes quiet within 10 minutes.

Sukuna won’t say it out loud but baby Yuji is starting to grow on him!!<33

[karinasbaby]

prince lion hybrid heeseung & snow leopard reader — royal au, hunger games-like au, hybrid au obv. not proofread, posting this & going to sleep goodnight !

when the young leo was born to the kingdom, to his strong lion parents, it was marked down in history as the luckiest day for the empire.

just as the small cub hissed, his lean golden tail engulfing his father’s wrist as he cradled him, everyone in the room witnessed the timelines being rewritten.

the tears in the queen’s eyes at the sight of her strong son, the vibrating purrs of delight from the king that shook the entire chamber. the long awaited prince has finally arrived. a healthy, powerful and brave lion.

while on the the other side of the country, above the snow covered mountains and the misty air, the cry of another cub broke out.

one quieter, more wise. the tail of the hybrid fluffier, thick and icy. suited for the frosty temperatures.

held between lesser arms in comparison to the lion prince, quieter celebrations and a smaller achievement, a petite mark in the feline history.

you were embraced by snow, raised between the frozen flakes and the darkened wooden oaks. a jarring contrast from the blinding gold that surrounded the prince, the silk and ruffling robes that slashed like thunder behind him when he stomped through the royal hallways.

while your father taught you the weak points of the prey, how to efficiently sink your fangs when threatened— heeseung’s father trained him to wage war, illuminated his path to darker and deeper bloodbaths, drilled his sickened ideologies that have been carried within the empire for centuries.

that’s what the jungle lived by, a vastly different ground than the mountains. so one would wonder, how could your snowy path possibly cross heeseung’s golden one?

it was a cruel end to yours when you were pushed onto your knees in front of the king. the lion with the untamed mane and the coiling tail that his royal robes were never able to contain, forced. you didn’t want to be here.

while a leopard’s freedom should never be taken, that wasn’t a belief that swirled in the thick head of the lion king, much less his prince’s head as they both stood in front of the newest contestants.

the ones that will fight to death to earn a place in the jungle, the only place a feline would be forced to live in with the premise that it is a privilege, a blessing to be beneath the care of the king and under the wing of the empire.

but that was far from the truth— especially for you, if you were to judge from the way the king’s golden slit eyes twinged with hatred when they noticed your whitened fur. the disapproving snarl when your spotted silvery tail coiled behind you in alarm.

yet the prince’s eyes were gentle, they were curious as they studied the first snow leopard to paw above the royal grounds in centuries.

a mystery, a true divine enigma that he was thrilled to discover, to know.

and you knew now that your only problem wouldn’t be the king, it would be the prince’s wild curiosity as well.

[chamomiletealeaf]

Bear!hybrid Price x reader drabble

Warnings: afab!reader, sex, mating press, kind of breeding kink? little bit of lactation kink?

Inclusivity note: Referring to reader’s pussy as “pink” meaning the inside of it, not the labia; Price is huge since he’s part bear, so anyone would look tiny next to him.

Bear!hybrid Price who fucks you good and hard in a mating press, making sure you stay in place while he pounds your tight little cunt, tears spilling out of your eyes from how good he’s filling you. His fangs bared against your neck as he growls saying how well he’s gonna fuck you, how much he loves how you take his massive thick cock in such a tiny, cute little pussy all swollen and pink for him.

His bear DNA making him so much bigger than an average human male and loves how he can so easily toss you around.

And when you finally give him some chunky little cubs, you breast feed them, their little fangs scratching you on accident making you yelp a bit. And when you finish feeding them and they go off to play Price says:

“Aww one of the little ones nicked ya? Here lemme kiss it and make it better.” He says before he licks and sucks at your nipple, secretly wanting a taste of his own.

[bunny-jpeg]

bear den (2)

bear!john price

cw: hybrid au, bear!price, bunny!reader, pregnancy, smut/pwp, scenting, protective!price, couch sex, mating press, mentions of childbirth

part 1

as the snow melted off the roof, the promise of spring was upon you. price was as cuddly as ever. his large hand on your growing belly and his nose in the nape of your neck.

your bear lover, you'd consider him your husband without all the paperwork. he was a protective lover, he cared for you very deeply. even when he was half asleep as winter started to melt away.

it was morning in march when you got out of bed and scampered over to the shower. as much as you loved price, he was a messy lover. his cum was still stuck in your hair. he said it was in an effort to 'mark' you as if the growing cub wasn't enough proof.

you stood naked by the tub as you waited for the water to warm up. you caught a glimpse of your side profile in the mirror and looked at yourself curiously. it wasn't as if you had never seen yourself in the mirror before, but rather the changes to your body were already settling in. you straightened up a little and rubbed your slowly swelling middle.

your eyes cast down to your bump as you rubbed it gently. sometimes you couldn't believe that there was price's child inside of you. it made you smile to yourself before you got into the shower.

the warm water felt good against your body as you stood under the spray. despite how isolated the cabin was, it was home. price had completely renovated his den, everything still had a charm to it but nothing was falling apart.

you washed yourself, using his soap. you got under your pregnant belly and heard the door to the bathroom open. you peeked through the curtain and saw your mate. you smiled at him, "good morning, honey."

he nodded, he seemed a little more lucid, "let me help." he was naked already, you could see every inch of your lover. from the hair that coated him, to his built body with a bit of softness to it. his broad shoulders and scratchy facial hair.

"i can do it myself, john."

he shook his head as he got into the shower. he made a pleased noise when a bit of the warm water hit him. he stood under the spray of water with both hands on your belly from behind. "you look good." he said as his thumb rubbed the side.

"i'm only going to get more pregnant with time." you replied.

he kissed your wet hair and replied, "good." you felt his cock start to stiffen against your back. he took the bar of soap from you and started to wash your back. while he was cleaning the front of you (that you already cleaned) he got a good squeeze of your breasts.

"john!'

"sorry, love. can't help it." he purred. when he finished washing you, you washed him. you were turned to face him and his hands were on your bump as you ran the bar across his hairy chest.

you loved his body as much as he loved yours. he was so strong but still able to cuddle him. the hair on his chest and stomach, across his arms and down his legs left you feeling tingly all over. this was your husband, your mate, your lover.

he leaned down do you could wash his hair. and he did the same for you, once you were done your shower and out of the tub. he pinned you against the sink counter. his nose dipped into your neck and rubbed his cheek against the skin.

"john!"

"gotta get my scent on you."

you held onto the sink behind you and replied, "you possessive old man."

he replied, "gotta be. little bunnies like you can get into a life of trouble." he kissed your neck all the way to your cheek before he settled on your lips. his calloused, workman's hands touched your torso.

you giggled into the kiss and when he pulled away he gave you a short nod before he dried the both of you off. now that you were clean, it was time to get dirty again.

usually your place for mating was in the bedroom, it reeked of hibernation scent and your love making. you knew it would take a lot of washing of the entire room before it scent wasn't so overwhelming. but instead he made love to you on the old couch in the living room.

you were seated on the soft cushions, price pulled you legs up and closer to your head, exposing your cunt to him. a perfect angle for him to sink his cock into. it was a little odd due to your pregnancy, but when price slipped in with ease. you felt the stars behind your eyes.

"that's it. that's my baby girl." his voice was low and his pace methodical. he knew how much stronger he was compared to you. bears and bunnies often didn't mingle, so john had to be gentle with you.

his bear ears gave a small twitch when he felt his cock throb inside of you. your pussy was a tight heat around him that made him so thankful that you snuck into his cabin. he gave you a home and he into turn made your pussy his home.

he admired your body, he watched those little bunny ears twitch. he smiled down at you, "like that? knowin' how deep i am inside of you. knowin' that i bred and kept ya? soon you'll be chasin' a cub around our little home."

you had your hands on your belly as he thrusted into you. you felt heat bloom in your chest. you admired your lover over you, you watched how his body moved and it made the pleasure seep into your blood.

"i love you."

"i love you too." he replied, his voice full of warmth as he held onto your legs for support. he squished you a little in the press he had you in, but it felt really good.

price loved having you in a good mating press. where he could put his weight onto you, show how strong he was as he bullied his cock into your pussy.

his breathing was heavy as he continued to thrust into you. you could see the rise and fall of his chest as he moved. the air of the living room grew warmer with your love making. you felt like you were on another planet, the pleasure throbbed in your head the more it built.

you held onto the couch under you and your eyes closed for a moment as you tried to catch you breath. the sounds of sex filled the entire cabin as a bunny and her mate made love on the threadbare couch.

this was their home, their slice of paradise. you reached for him and leaned up to kiss him. he met you half way with a curve of his back and pressed a searing kiss onto your lips. his kisses were promises, he would never turn his back on his mate.

you were bound together until the sun engulfed the earth. husband and wife, bear and bunny.

the ache in your pussy felt good, your head swam with pleasure. you held onto your lover as he kissed you deeply. heat set into your gut. your pussy so exposed to him. you gave yourself over to him, as his mate and let him breed you.

when he pulled away he said, "you're my good girl aren't ya." he kissed at your sweaty face, "my good wife. my good mate. the mother to my cubs. perfect woman." he beamed at you.

it didn't take long afterwards for the heat of orgasm to wash over you. you kicked out your little bunny legs and tensed up as you came around his cock. a noise left price's mouth as you clamped down on him. it was guttural, primal in a way. you dug your nails into his shoulders as you climaxed.

your head felt even more full as started to relax. but price kept you in position and continued to batter your pussy. the grip it had on you was amazing. it left him in a state of shock. with a few more heavy thrusts, he finished inside of you.

"ah fuck." he grumbled as his pace staggered and slowed down.

you laid there on the couch, your legs were soon back on the hardwood floor. price's cum leaked onto the fabric of the couch. but you were lost in your own wonderland to notice it.

price stared down at you, cock limp between his legs. his breathing was shallow as he tried to cool down. the bear picked up his bunny lover with ease, and placed kisses on your face. you fit so nicely in his strong arms as he carried you back to bed.

after all he needed to make sure that his scent was deep in your skin that no shower could ever get rid of it. he stuck his nose in your wet hair and inhaled deeply.

his mate. his lover. his everything.

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on august tenth, in the comfort of your cabin. you gave birth to your first child. with a lot of support from your husband, you had your son, oliver. he had two round bear ears and the brown bear tail of his father. it took over ten hours to deliver him.

"i got ya love, keep at it." price assured you as your labour went well into the evening. but the end result was your son.

you spent all spring and summer pregnant with him. and now he was in your arms. you saw how price admired your body post-pregnancy. the softness of your bottom and post partum tummy. he also admired how you were so attentive to his son.

while he did most of the work around the garden and caught (full) animals for meals, your responsibility was to make sure that you healed from the nine months of pregnancy and caring for your newborn son.

while he tended to vegetable patch, he often got distracted by the sight of you in the reclining lawn chair with oliver close to your chest. the baby was wrapped in a thin blanket and pressed against your bare chest. you were still nude more days, but when you dressed it was mostly in price's clothes.

he watched as you gazed at your son. it was so motherly. it was endearing to price was getting a little harder in his coveralls. he had a family, he started on with the bunny who came into his home.

there was one thing he noticed post-pregnancy about you. it wasn't how hungry you were or how your body had changed. it was that his scent lingered, you no longer smelled like the intruder bunny who snuck into his cabin.

you smelt like him through and through.

[pricegotmedickmatized]

ok so since y'all seemed to like bear!price, let's run it back with the hybrid/shifter stuff!! let's talk about black panther!simon with a field mouse reader

black panther!simon who's taller than price but lankier seeming, and you find yourself doubting that he's as strong as his captain until you see his body actually working (once he hefted a fallen tree that was blocking their way in the jungle. he didn't even have to work that hard) and you realize the 'lankiness' is fucking deceptive

black panther!simon who's mask incorporates his furred, slightly pointed ears, making them sharp and sinister at the points, the human skull open at the bottom so he can flash a wide mouth of sharp fangs, poised to tear into flesh, retractable claws sliding out to slash a throat. no need for a knife when he's got blades in his mouth and his fingers to silence scouts and guards

black panther!simon who they thought would never be able to work with a team. too territorial, too solitary, too apathetic towards most others. but when you have a bear who sees you as his wayward cub, and a wolf and a collie that see you as pack, it's jut easier to give in and let them make you theirs. even if simon has to constantly be rubbing his head against their necks, ensuring they've got his scent. they're his territory too now

black panther!simon who is stealthy, more than a ghost in the night, he's fucking invisible. he can move without being heard, without being seen, melting completely into the backdrop of the night, a haunting nightmare to his enemies - if they manage to survive encountering him. they often don't. he's a true predator, and he hates to leave a kill incomplete

black panther!simon who can't stop staring when their team is assigned a new medic, a cute little mouse who squeaks and hides around the medical table when he goes in to get cleared for a mission, and he takes one look at her big, dark, round eyes wide and wet with fearful tears, thin tail lashing through the air, huge ears flattened to her head, and he's instantly hard

black panther!simon who looks at her and wants, decides that he wants to know what she tastes like, if her pussy is as sweet and little as the rest of her. he's never liked to play with his food, not much, but how could he resist when she's so cute, trying to sink her little teeth into the meat of his arm he's got wrapped around her like she could actually fight him off?

black panther!simon who puts her in his bed and gives her a pumpkin seed (fed to her by hand) in reward for each thing she tells him about herself. he drinks in the way her gaze shifts as he interrogates her (gentle, way easier than most of his interrogations but he doesn't want to break her, not like that at least, not when she's got something else coming), and her fear and suspicion melts into a vivid curiosity, a glassy eyed admiration

black panther!simon who rewards his little mouse for her information by telling her he's going to keep her safe, make it so even other predators know she's off limits. but to do so he's got to mark her up. and she's going to be brave and take it, won't she?

black panther!simon who buried his fangs in her fragile neck (only barely breaking skin, just enough to leave a good mark), eyes rolling back in his head as she squeaks and chitters endlessly while he ruts his cock deeper, an inch at a time, until those big dark eyes are glassy with cockdrunk lust and spilling fat tears down her cheeks, her cunt dripping as he fucks her deep

black panther!simon who's big enough, strong enough to break a cute little thing like her, but he's not breaking you, mouse, he's just breaking you in, you were made to take cock, to make those cute little noises when he's balls deep, and he's gonna use you for what you were made for: carrying his litter. gotta keep you marked up so people know who you belong to, and you do belong to him, mouse, now and forever

[sereia4skz]

Hey Sereia,

Just wanted to do a check in with you since it's been a little hectic here after Felix picked me up from the airport. The guys are all pretty cool, there's a total of eight of them, eight! It's crazy chaotic when they're all together. But there's one who's been super sweet and super affectionate since I've gotten here. His name is Changbin and he's a bunny!hybrid, we don't have many bunny!hybrids back in Australia so I know you'd love to meet him because he's such a sweetheart. He's big too which is surprising to me because you'd think being a bunny!hybrid he'd be small and cute. Nope this man is buff and built, his muscles are insane and I see the appeal of having a more muscular, stocky, strong man.

But I have noticed that anytime that I'm either standing close to him or sitting close to him he likes to brush up against me. Sometimes it's quick and barely noticeable but lately he's getting more bold and it's becoming hard for me to not be affected by it. Plus I can feel how hard he gets when he takes his time, it's exhilarating but leaves me shambles afterwards. I don't know if I'm going to make it out of this trip sane Sereia, I really don't. I just want Changbin so badly but don't know how to let him know without making him uncomfortable.

Hopefully Sane When I See You Again,

Kait

1k Followers Event | thump against the counter

pairing: bunny!Changbin x reader

genre: smut

warnings: sweaty boy, dry humping, cumming in pants, nipple play (changbin), semi-public sex (kitchen), quick lino appearance at the end

event masterlist: #1kShootingStars

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Hey Kait,

I’m glad things are going well. I did warn you that living with 8 boys, no matter how short the trip is, would be a little boisterous. 

This bunny boy sounds yummy, respectfully, I think you should go for it as long as it would make you happy. No reason not to have fun while you’re on vacation. It sounds like he’s interested, plus I heard bunny hybrids are a lot of fun (if you know what I mean).

Love, Yaya

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When you woke up it was barely light out. You roll over in the large bed, finding the otherside empty, Felix must not have visited last night. You groaned as you got up, going through the motions to get ready for the day, before making your way out the room. You made your way to the kitchen in search of sustenance. 

The first rays of light beamed through the curtains blowing in the light breeze of the open window. You went to reach for a cup in the cabinets, pouting when you saw them being slightly out of reach in the back. Looking around for a stepstool rendered no findings, so you pushed yourself on the counter, your fingers barely brushing the glass when warm palms rested on your waist. 

“Careful,” a voice came startling you, lips almost brushing your ear. 

You grip the cub bringing it to your chest, before pivoting on the counter to look at the person behind you. Finding yourself face to face Changbin. Your voice left you as you looked at the bunny boy in what you could only assume to be a workout shirt. 

“You shouldn’t climb the counters like that… You could hurt yourself,” he said, soft smile adoring his face. 

You stared for a beat too long, eyes tracing the sweat-darkened hem clinging to the sharp lines of his torso.

“Didn’t mean to startle you,” Changbin murmured, hands still resting against your waist. He didn’t step back. If anything, he moved closer, the heat of his body settling between your knees as they dangled off the counter. The fresh citrus of his post-gym deodorant mixed with the warm scent of musk and salt clung to him, fogging up your brain.

“Back from the gym?” you managed, eyes flicking up from his chest to meet his gaze.

“Mhm.” His ears twitched slightly. You weren’t sure if it was from exertion or something else. “Didn’t mean to wake you.”

“You didn’t,” you said. “Bed was colder than usual.”

Changbin tilted his head, something unreadable flitting through his expression. “Oh?”

Then, reminiscent of other times you’d be alone with him.

He shifted. Subtle at first, but purposeful. The front of his thighs brushed up against yours, then his hips followed. His arms boxed you in on either side, palms firm on the countertop. It wasn’t quite a rut, but the outline of him pressing between your legs was unmistakable. Your breath caught.

“Bin…” you whispered, your voice shaking slightly. “You’ve been doing this on purpose.”

His eyes dropped, watching your lips. “Doing what?”

“Getting close. Brushing up against me like it’s nothing. But it’s not–” Your fingers clutched the cup still resting against your chest. “I can feel you, you know.”

That last bit made his ears twitch again, more aggressively this time. His nose scrunched, but he didn’t deny it. “You don’t pull away.”

“Because–” You shut your mouth before you could spill something too honest. His gaze was burning now, all shyness buried beneath something primal.

“Feels good,” he finished for you, his voice dropping. “To me too.”

Your thighs parted just a little, involuntarily. He stepped forward, and suddenly he was nestled there, between your legs, nose nearly brushing yours. His hands slid along your thighs, thumbs rubbing soft circles over the thin fabric of your sleep shorts.

“Tell me to stop,” he said quietly. You didn’t.

Instead, you leaned in, catching the corner of his mouth with your lips. His gasp was soft but needy, and when you pulled back, your fingers found the hem of his shirt, pushing it up, palms dragging over his sweat-slick chest. He shuddered.

He took it as the green light, moving the cup between you, putting it on the counter, and kissed you.

It was deep, confident, all tongue and teeth and heat. You moaned into it before you could stop yourself, and he swallowed the sound like it fed him.

“You’re not fair,” you murmured, thumbing over one of his nipples. “You walk around with this chest and act like you don’t know what it does to people.”

He whined, an actual whine, and then buried his face in your neck, grinding slowly, almost desperately. The friction made your thighs tremble. 

“You’re cruel,” he whispered. “You’re so mean to me.”

You tilted your head, teasing. “You’re the one grinding against me in the kitchen.”

“Can’t help it.” His voice cracked, and his hips rocked forward once, slow and filthy. The ridge of him slid against your core through both layers of fabric, enough to make your breath hitch. “You’re warm. You smell. Fuck, you smell so good.”

Your hands slid under his shirt, pushing it up and bunching the fabric around his ribs. His stomach taut beneath your fingers, but it was his chest that had you mesmerized, thick, defined, plush in a way that begged to be touched. You rubbed your palms up and over, letting your thumbs catch both nipples, pressing firmly.

His hand slid up your thigh, rougher now, kneading the soft flesh before dragging your hips closer to the edge of the counter. He rocked into you, slow, heavy, unmistakably deliberate.

“Feel that?” he muttered against your lips, his cock thick and hard behind his sweats. “I’ve been walking around like this since you got here.”

Your breath hitched, eyes fluttering. “You’ve been doing this on purpose.”

He chuckled, low and dangerous. “Of course I have. You make the softest fucking sounds when I press against you.”

He rutted into you again, harder this time, and your hands clutched at his back for balance. “Thought I was imagining it at first,” he continued, lips dragging along your throat, “but then you started leaning into it. Let me touch you a little longer, get a little closer.”

“I liked it,” you admitted, voice tight with heat. “I like it.”

He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes. “Then take it.”

He caught your hips in both hands and pulled you flush to him, grinding against your soaked core with firm, rolling thrusts that had your eyes rolling back. The counter creaked with every motion. His name tumbled from your lips again and again, matching the rhythm he set.

You arched into him, one hand slipping under his shirt to finally palm at his chest, dragging your nails over the slope of his pecs until your thumb found a nipple again. You circled it, thumbing at it hard.

His breath hitched, just a little, his control slipping. He gritted his teeth and kept going. “You’re fucking filthy, you know that?”

“You like it,” you shot back, squeezing his nipple between your fingers.

“Damn right I do.”

The sounds between you were obscene now, the slide of soaked cloth on cloth, breathy gasps, the dull thud of the counter hitting the wall with each thrust.

“Binnie– gonna– fuck”

He grabbed your face and kissed you again, messy and hot, his thrusts losing rhythm.

“Cum for me,” he growled. “Right here. Let me feel you.”

And you did, legs clenching around him, hips bucking as you came with a cry, clinging to him like he was the only thing tethering you to earth.

He followed with a grunt and a shudder, hips jerking hard one last time as he spilled into his sweats. He stayed there for a beat, panting against your neck. Then…

“Shit,” he muttered, pulling back to see the dark stain on the front of his pants. “Shit.”

And then, like a startled rabbit, he jumped back, ears upright and eyes wide. “I– I have to shower. Sorry!!”

You blinked as he bolted, his ears smacking the doorframe on the way out with a thwack and a yelp. 

You sat there, stunned, a mess between your legs. The kitchen smelled like sex, downright sinful. 

Then came padded steps. You turned your head just in time to see Minho saunter in, already looking mildly annoyed.

“Oh good,” he said flatly, “you’re up.”

You flushed as the catboy sniffed the air.

“Bunny boy left his scent all over,” Minho muttered, tail flicking as he grabbed a pan. “Next time, tell him to clean my kitchen at least.”

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[gremlingottoosilly]

Poor reader 😭 her cubs don’t recognize her and only recognize Price as their father. But I wonder if reader also asked or begged Monster Gaz and Monster Soap to see their children!! Will they recognize her as their mother??!

Price never thought that being a parent would be so important to his dumb little pet...he has plenty of cubs and, honestly, he couldn't care less about most of them - they are good as soldier resources, as a means to enhance the monster society...and yet you look so sad over them not recognizing you, our papa bear really considers just...stealing some human kids from the pet shop, so you could have something nice to dot on. Something helpless and weak, like all human kids are - this, or allowing you to keep weird, weak hybrids with you instead of getting rid of them Roman style. Gaz would be more lenient with allowing you to see little birdies! He wouldn't really care about them, but he loves to make you laugh, and he likes your smile, so he would drag you over to the heights where little harpies are getting trained. Baby birds already sprawled their wings - and he would point at your kids to make you see that they, in fact, don't need you as their doting mommy...it's really an asshole move from his side, but he wants you to just see this once and understand that, no, monster babies don't need their mommies constantly. You're still heartbroken over this, so Gaz could make you feel better with filling you with new eggs! Soap is...well, he means well and this is what counts, right? He is excited to allow you to meet the wolves, his pack instincts are way more coddling with babies - he believes in true love and that the kids should fight with crocodiles for the right to live, but he also likes to play with his pups and usually visits them often in the training sector, establishing himself as their leader. Your fragile human self would probably be horrified at the games that involve maiming a dead human and dragging them across the training area - but Soap and the pups are so excited to bring you things they got from the human, you're forcing the bile down your throat and smile. You wanted to see how puppies are doing, after all.

[gatorbites-imagines]

I was wondering if you have more of a snippet and or more head canons of Sinister Mark when he had his miscarriage and if he longed to have another after pregnancy seeing the others with their near almost to term pregnancies and or with their new borns. I feel like when he sees how caring (specifically hybrid mark) with his little cubs and is all maternal there’s like something that just stirs in sinister. Perhaps it’s longing perhaps it’s jealousy

I think hed have some strong struggles with jealousy and longing, and a lot of self-hatred, and he would blame himself so much for the loss. He would go on long flights away from home, because he just cant stand seeing all the other Marks happy and healthy, so close to term, able to feel their babies kick, giddy with anticipation. 

He would struggle with wanting to try again, like he just needed it to happen to feel complete again. Like, to prove himself and others that he isn't a failure. I don't see the reader agreeing when he's in this state, which just makes Sinister even angrier, he would have some explosive reactions because his mental state has never been the most stable, and this just threw a wrench in it all. 

You know what I think would end up helping a lot? Debbie. I don't know if she has had miscarriages of her own, but she has been pregnant and has struggled with that fear. Plus, she's his mother, kinda. Sinister might not have had much of a relationship with his own mother, but being held and comforted by Debbie just... heals some part of him. 

It might be because he's spent so much time with other versions of himself that things are melding together, or because he's used to being feared by literally everybody so he doesn't feel he can be vulnerable with anyone but the reader and perhaps the other Marks. So having a version of his mom not be scared, and just be there for him is strange but comforting. Sometimes all we need is our mom, ya know? 

Sinister Mark wouldn't go to therapy, none of them trust any therapist in this place, but having people to talk to helps. Hes also just, extra quiet and mellow than everyone is used too, so he gets extra loving from pretty much everyone.  

Imagine prisoner Mark is the one who lets Sinister Mark hold his babies the first time. They're small, weaker than the offspring of the other Marks because of how long prisoner Mark was locked away, but they are warm, breathing and alive.  

The other Marks would be wary about letting Sinister Mark close, but prisoner gives him a chance. And just being able to hold them, feel how alive they are, see how responsive they are to his voice and actions. His shoulders just visibly loosen, and sinister Mark just curls up around the two small twins and just... holds them, kisses them, pats them, etc, etc.  

Prisoner Mark stays close by obviously, and takes the twins when Sinister clearly gets too worked up about it but... it helps a lot, it also means that the other Marks feel safer about it. This is the softest they ever get to see Sinister, except for when he's with reader, lmao.