#hare!hybrid

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: slight Yandere behavior, breeding

Hare!hybrid bf with bunny!hybrid gf

You, a cute bunny hybrid with soft, fluffy bunny ears and a cute cotton tail that wags when you’re happy or upset. You’re round and soft, the sweetest little thing your boyfriend has ever seen.

And then there’s your hare hybrid bf… he’s tall, thin, and unsettling, with eyes that bore into you and hair that is far from soft. He’s protective and possessive of his little bunny baby, keeping you safe and literally fighting any of his rivals to the DEATH.

He’s a bit nervous about breeding with you. You’re smaller, more fragile than him… but god you both go crazy once you go into heat… and you’re a lot more durable than he thought.

You take his cock so well, begging for him to give you a litter… his perfect little mate, his sweet bunny. No one will ever put their hands on you, unless they want to die a painful death.

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YANDERE TAGLIST: @katerinaval @sunset-214 @avalordream @atransmuter @icommitwarcrimes @bazpire @anglingforlevels @kinshenewa

[ozzgin]

Happy Easter from a confused and horny Hare Hybrid! NSFW version plus a smutty drabble is up on Patreon. In other words, you're about to learn why you shouldn't leave the Hotel premises as the only human around.

[lilaccmilk]

so....hi and I love your work, amazing btw

so i had this idea yesterday and well what about like a lioness! hybrid reader and a hare! hybrid bf, like I remember reading somewhere that lionesses try to mate with a male around 100 times a day and i was like shocked, but them i remember that hares basically the same so....

kinda matching energy hahaha

but yeah, everything else is up to you

thank you

“I am just a dumb bunny, but we are good at multiplying.”

content warning: hare! male hybrid x lioness!fem reader, mentions of heat/rut and mating season, uhh that’s it i think?

giggling at this ask as we’re speaking.

Alright so, the hare always thought that he would never find someone who matches has libido. I mean, sure he had other females of his kind, but they weren’t the same. That was until he met you— the most sweetest person despite being a predator. You were so kind and so pretty and your skin felt so soft. The hare couldn’t help but find you in his darkest desires. He didn’t really think you’d be able to match his libido, primarily because of the fact that he knew nothing about lioness hybrids.

The start of your relationship was cute and slow. But when the mating season hit— and god it was like a switch had been flipped in you. The hare had been keeping distance from you because he thought he’d tire you out in his own rut. But staying away from your boyfriend became too much, so here you were standing in front of his apartment door, soaked from head to toe because of the rain, 11 in the night.

He quickly got concerned, leading you into his apartment, he went to get you some towels but when he came back— he was hit with the scent of your arousal, and your eyes, god your eyes got so predatory.

You stared at him like he was prey— and he was. You went to him almost ripping his clothes off, not that he minded. Your touch felt like fire on his skin, blazing the flames of his own rut. Without wasting time, you pushed him onto the couch and asked him to take off your clothes. And he obeyed, the sweet scent of his submission hitting your nose.

You had always called him ‘bunny’ to playfully tease him, but now as you growled out “fuck bunny, so pretty f’me yeah?” the nickname would never be the same.

You slowly sank down his length, he was so huge and just filling you up in all the right places. He let out a little whimper as you clenched around him. “Should’ve- hah- should’ve done this sooner.” he mumbles out already pussy drunk. You hadn’t even started and he was already looking like he was fucked dumb. You start moving your hips in a frantic rhythm because you couldn’t think about anything but him. Your mate, your bunny.

The soft plap! plap! plap! fueling your heat on and on. You both reached your climax soon him filling you up full. But no, not enough for you, not enough for you both. You felt your boyfriend flipping you both over, his body moving on pure instinct. You were under him, pinned down.

He started drilling his cock into your pussy. Pace relentless. He wanted to mate you, mark you, breed you. All you could do was let out soft moans and whimpers. His cock was hitting that spot inside of you brutally again and again. Your back arched into him, your pussy clenching deliciously around him, you came with a shudder, and he filled you up again.

You both fell into each other’s embrace, eyes half lidded. He continued kissing your neck, scenting you, his cock still inside you. “5 minutes break?” he asked and you couldn’t help but laugh, “Needy, aren’t we?” but you couldn’t be the one to talk.

[lazy4honey]

Hybrids: Wolf x Hare

I saw a post mentioning Wolf hybrid x Hare hybrid where the hare is dominant and I thought “oh a hare hybrid topping a wolf hybrid, cool!” only to discover they meant a power bottom… So this is a hare topping a wolf.

Contains: past tense, second person perspective, fingering, lube, condoms, anal, some dirty talk, a little rough, “pup” and “leveret” instead of “babe”, possibly friends to lovers and also a hate fuck…? NSFW & MDNI

As a buck hare hybrid, your long, powerful legs have already helped you find a good mate for your spring frenzy many years in a row.

And then your frantic performance during that month would scare them away, complaining about how you didn’t listen and should be more gentle and so on — all things you’d explained to them beforehand, which they had explicitly consented to.

Of course, you’d also tried sitting it out once, specifically your first time, but that went so terribly haywire you didn’t want to remember it.

Since the relationships never survived the spring, you’d start looking for a new mate the moment they ended. For this, it was useful to have a friend circle where each friend’s circle overlapped with other circles and then some more. It greatly reduced the chances of fucking yourself through your friends and then ending up with no friends.

However, this year, this well-tried system suffered a bug.

No, not a real bug, not a bug hybrid either — actually, that would have been leagues better than your current situation. Maybe getting fucked by a hybrid in possession of an ovipositor would have been an eye opening sexual experience for you.

This summer, an old friend had invited you to an outing where another old friend whom you hadn’t seen in years brought their partner who in turn brought some of their friends. Among these friends was a red wolf hybrid.

You were introduced to each other and happened to sit together, so you casually chatted a little with him. Finding him pleasant, you felt he would make a good additional connection to your network, and so repressed your solitary nature to talk with him more than you would have otherwise.

The next time you met was a coincidence. Both your friend groups had gone to the same beach and then spontaneously joined together. It was a fun time, and when the red wolf approached you, you were in a generous enough mood to exchange numbers with him.

You met every now and then, more often through your friends holding parties or going to clubs, and over time you became friends.

By autumn, you were close enough to meet alone, taking walks, going out for some coffee, or meeting at the library. It was quiet and cozy, but you still wouldn’t invite him to your home or go to his for watching movies together or such.

Then winter began and January rolled around.

You still hadn’t found a mate for your spring frenzy and were feeling a little anxious.

Actually, there had been a few candidates among the friends of Jules, the red wolf, but every time at the next meeting after chatting them up, they would awkwardly tell your various reasons why it wasn’t possible anymore. The most common reason was that they had already found someone different to mate with and were very happy.

Jules would then pat you on the back, lowering his already deep and sexy voice to comfort you.

But when he showed up on your doorstep on the first day of January with his tail wagging and asking you to be his mate, you suddenly understood—

This guy was doing the same shit as you!

And he was even worse, sabotaging your chances by excluding you when playing matchmaker for his friends!

You slammed the door shut, right in his face, and decided to cut off contact.

It was a pity for the nice time you had spent with him, but a wolf in rut was just as bad as a hare in their spring frenzy, and you weren’t about to get yourself railed by a wolf!

Unfortunately, Jules disagreed.

Ever since that first day of January, who knew how he did it, but he would follow you wherever you went the moment you left your house.

Buying groceries? He was there.

Going to work? Also there.

Shopping? There!

At first, he just wagged his tail. After a few days, he walked closer to you. Then he took every opportunity he could get to stick close to you, to touch you, first your fingers, then your hand, cheek and ears, followed by your sensitive neck, and he even went as far as creating situations where he could sneak touches at your butt and tail. To others, even your closer friends, it looked like you two were a pair.

But that wasn’t the straw that broke the camel’s back.

It was his dirty talk that started in February.

He would tell you whenever he got hard and the reason why. Be it your thighs outlined by your tight pants, the twitch of your tails and ears, or the way your eyes shone when you had a new idea on how to deceive him so he’d leave you alone, it all seemed capable of arousing him in an instant.

Then came how he wanted to ram his big cock into your tight hole, fuck you until you were all loosened up for him, shove his fat knot inside you and make you cum until you couldn’t anymore while he filled you with load after load of cum and made your belly bulge with his seed.

A few days after voicing these obscene thoughts that you didn’t want to hear, Jules suddenly started calling you Leveret. He hugged you tightly, his hard cock straining against his pants and poking your ass as he confessed in a panic so needy and whiny like you’d never experienced that he’d had a crush on you since autumn. He wanted you completely to himself, the less you talked with others and the more attention you paid to him the happier he was, and for some reason he decided the best way to keep you from dating someone else was by playing matchmaker for them.

It was utterly ridiculous.

You somehow managed to get him off of you and quickly left, wanting to calm down and reorganize your thoughts.

But Jules didn’t give you that chance.

He showed up at your door the next day. Before you could slam the door or scold him, he lunged at you, pressed you into his chest, and kicked the door shut.

Instead of nuzzling your neck like he’d done before, he stared at you, his brown eyes filled with a mix of determination and an attempt at looking pitiful, “Leveret, I didn’t mean to scare or anger you, I-I just like you so much I want to be with you all the time…”

“So you decided to ruin my life?” you frowned at him.

“No! No, I- Leveret, you can do to me anything you want, just let me be with you.”

You doubtfully stared at him. “Do anything I want?”

Jules eagerly nodded, “Yes! Anything!”

“And what if I want to beat you?”

His ears and tail drooped a little, but he tried to play it off. “That’s also fine! Even if you want to insult or punish me, I will accept it.”

You didn’t understand. “Why? It’s obviously making you uncomfortable, and I’m not—“

“Because it’s you.”

You felt your heart miss a beat.

Was this guy serious?

He swallowed nervously, “If-if you don’t want to…”

You closed your eyes for a moment. When you opened them again, you were expressionless. The red wolf stiffened, thinking you were really angry now, when you suddenly threw him over your shoulder, marched into your bedroom, and tossed him onto your bed.

He was still stunned when you pressed down on top of him and held his damned handsome face, squishing his cheeks together.

“Are you sure?” you asked, staring into his eyes.

He slowly nodded.

“Anything?” you asked again.

His eyes shone and you could feel his tail start wagging again as he gave you an enthusiastic nod.

“Well then, my little pup, let’s hope you won’t regret it, hm?”

He shuddered at your words, his eager eyes gleaming with a watery sheen and his cock pressing into your thigh as if he was about to start humping you right in this moment.

Considering he’d annoyed you for almost two months and ruined your search for a mate for even longer, you decided to relieve some of your pent-up irritation.

You roughly removed his jacket and shoes and carelessly threw them aside, then plopped your firm ass down on his crotch, triggering a muffled groan. Following that, you ran your hand down the close-fitting shirt showcasing Jules’ tight muscles, grabbed the hem, and tore it open. You felt his dick twitch against your ass.

“So you like it rough, huh, little pup?”

You leaned down, your hands sliding up his muscular abdomen to his sturdy chest and pinching his nipples. Your face stopped just above his, close enough to kiss if he just raised himself up a little, but your hands pressed down on him, preventing him from touching you and making the red wolf whimper pitifully.

“Then let’s fuck you up,”

“Leveret…”

Jules’ husky murmur was cut short by your biting kiss. Teeth collided and tongues entangled. His paws slowly slid up your powerful thighs and settled on your buttocks, kneading them in a way that his claws dug into your flesh and pulling your tail.

The pain elicited a moan from you.

Before the red wolf could feel happy with himself, you bit him forcefully enough to draw blood. Then you grabbed his wrists, pulling his arms up and securing them above his head.

“Little pup, why are you acting up? Just let yourself obediently get pampered by me, hm?”

“…Mhm.”

You bit his jaw in satisfaction and started making your way down, leaving bites on his rolling throat, his protruding collarbone, and his undulating chest.

His needy pants made you smirk.

Sitting up on his crotch, you let go of his wrists and got off of him. You licked your lips at his adorably confused look and grabbed him to turn him onto his stomach in one smooth motion. Like he did before, you grasped his tail and gave it a good pull. He shuddered and gasped as a tingle ran his tail up his spine and into his balls and dick.

“Leveret…”

You chuckled and held the base of his tail, massaging it while biting along his spine from his neck down to the small of his back, coaxing needy moans and shallow hip thrusts out of him.

Suddenly, your grip on his tail tightened and you pulled his ass up into the air. It was firm and round, with the reddish tail sticking out from his pants’ aperture at his butt cleft. After admiring his form for a moment, you ripped the obstructing pants off of him and found that he had completely foregone his underpants, immediately revealing his balls and his hard cock protruding from its sheath to your view.

Holding against the tail that reflexively pressed down due to his arousal, you leaned closer to examine his small puckered asshole, your breath spraying on the sensitive skin.

Jules trembled and his dick and asshole twitched as his claws dug into your sheets and he desperately breathed in your scent, trying to keep calm but still unable to resist pleading, “Leveret, hurry, do whatever you want, just fuck me, please!”

You bit his ass cheek, inducing another tremble.

“Sure.”

Then, hand sliding down from his tail to his asshole to circle around the delicate skin, you leaned over to your bedside table and retrieved a big tube of lube.

You held it in front of him, “You’re not allergic to anything in there, are you?”

Jules swallowed and focused his gaze on the small writing with some difficulty before shaking his head, “No…”

“Good,”

So you proceeded with opening the tube and squeezing some of the unscented gel onto his asshole and your hand. He shuddered at the cool sensation and hugged your pillow, desperately breathing in your scent in deep pants, seeming unable to relax. You didn’t feel like comforting him, but you didn’t want to really hurt him either, so you slowed your pace.

Holding up his tail with your dry hand, you used the lubed up finger of your other to circle around his puckered hole and gently prodded it. The regular motion allowed the lube to warm up a little and Jules gradually got used to the feeling.

And the moment Jules got used to it, he started causing trouble again.

“Leveret, hurry up, I want to feel you inside me… I’ve thought about how tight and hot you’d feel around my cock so many times, how your asshole would clench around my knot when you come from me pumping you full of my cum again and again and how you would cry when it gushes all out once my knot loosens, and then you’d feel so empty you’d beg me for more, for me to cockwarm inside of you, and— Ah!”

Annoyed, you unceremoniously shoved your finger inside his asshole and wriggled it a little. You felt the muscles of his anus clench around your finger, as if wanting to force the invading thing out, and you chuckled darkly.

“If you want to dream, go to sleep. Today, it’ll only be me fucking you, my little pup. I might not have that fat knot you’re so proud of, but I will certainly make good use of what I have and fuck you senseless. Just imagine you cockdrunk from my railing, begging unintelligibly, not remembering whether you want my dick to fuck you faster or slower. Oh, and once my spring frenzy comes, it’ll get real fun, then I’ll make you unable to even crawl out of bed…”

You whispered in his ear as you pumped your finger in and out of him, adding some more lube so his dry little hole could take you better.

The red wolf groaned and wriggled his hips, making you curl your finger and eliciting a low growl. Jules turned his head to look at you with his lustful brown eyes, and the way his husky voice arranged the words was simply baffling.

“Does that mean I’ll still be with you in spring?”

“…If you can hold on that long, maybe.”

His eyes curved as he smiled, overflowing with an emotion you couldn’t quite name, yet it felt all encompassing.

You stared into his eyes, lost in that strange yet cozy feeling until Jules suddenly hummed and shook his butt, and then you remembered that your finger was still sticking in his butt and what you were about to do had at least the slight flavor of a hate fuck, or maybe rather revenge sex.

“Leveret, please fuck me,” Jules whined and pushed himself further onto your finger, making his voice a little breathy, “I want to know what your cock feels like inside of me, I want you to touch and kiss me, I want…” He panted as he twisted his neck to look at you, “I want you…”

As you wondered if there would ever be a day when his sweet or dirty talk wouldn’t set you off like a firecracker, you squeezed some more lube and pushed a second finger into him.

His breath hitched and his ears quivered, the tail pressing down and almost getting his own fur into his ass. You couldn’t help but feel a little annoyed and soon added a third finger, almost stretching all the folds out of his poor hole. Ass crammed with your fingers, every deliberate push producing squelching sounds, the red wolf’s thighs trembled and he kept whimpering like a wronged puppy.

You sped up your hand movement, your fingers glistening with lube easily sliding in and out of his asshole. Every now and then you would brush against a certain spot inside of him that made Jules clench each time, allowing you to clearly feel the pulse going through his rectum whenever it happened. Gradually, you started targeting that spot, and it didn’t take long before unrestrained moans and whined filled your bedroom.

The thought of it being your cock instead of your fingers enveloped by him, causing him this pleasure, made you hard, and it also made you lose your patience.

You pulled put your fingers with a loud squelch.

He looked at you, both confused and still caught in his pleasure slowly approaching the peak. Then he saw you rid yourself of your clothes, fully revealing your slender yet powerful figure before him for the first time. His gaze roamed over your body, fervently admiring every inch of you before settling on your erect cock.

He audibly swallowed at the sight.

“My, my, so eager, my little pup?” You smirked at him and leaned over, pressing close to feel his heat and bite him a few more times.

Jules whimpered and rubbed against you, clearly eager for more.

So you fished a condom out of your bedside table and bit it open while locking eyes with him. Then you retreated, sat up behind him, and properly put on the condom. You squeezed more lube onto your hand and held his tail up with a tight grip.

“Ready?”

He adjusted himself a little, his buttocks swaying right in front of your eyes as he tried to get a little more comfortable and dug his claws into his own ass cheeks to pull them apart and reveal his loosened hole to you in all its glory.

“…Ready.”

You generously slathered your dick with the lube and smeared the rest onto him, then held his hips and aligned yourself with his entrance. The tip of your cock poked at the loosened, lubed up hole, and you could see it close and open as if breathing, lightly brushing against your glans.

“Leveret, hurry up…” Jules whined and recklessly shoved his ass towards you, incidentally directly impaling himself with half your dick. He inhaled sharply, “Fuck…!”

You felt his ass clench around you and groaned, “Little pup, you’re really impatient, aren’t you? Your greedy little hole is so eager to eat me up, the bite it took was a little too big for you… Ah, I’ve never encountered a pup begging to be fucked so desperately, and by a hare at that…”

While speaking, you slowly pushed your dick inside him. Watching him swallow you was a most arousing sight, enticing you to give up the slow and steady approach and just ram into him, to go balls deep and make his ass jiggle with each thrust, have him cry put until his voice was hoarse like the call of a crow…

His hands holding his ass cheeks shook as you buried your cock inside his asshole. The hot, tight walls of his soft insides squeezed your length and reluctantly clung to you as you very slowly pulled out. It sucked on your glans before being forced to let go, producing a wet plop sound.

Jules whined and wriggled his ass, so you pushed in again, faster this time, moaning when the heat enveloped you. His ass was so tight you felt like it would milk you dry the moment you didn’t pay attention, yet at the dame time you couldn’t wait to loose control and cram yourself inside his hole regardless of everything.

You sped up as your sanity slipped away, your mind echoing with the wolf’s moans and whines that were growing louder and more frequent.

As you pumped in and out, you occasionally grazed that sensitive spot inside him with your glans. Every time it happened, his ass would throb and tighten around you, causing both of you to moan, inducing you to search for that spot and target it once you found it. You wrapped an arm around his waist, pressing him firmly against you as you fucked him, your dick never leaving his asshole before thrusting in again.

Jules could barely hold himself up anymore and, head only filled with desire, reached for his own engorged cock to help a bit. The knot was already swelling up, indicating he was about to cum.

Your thrusts shook his entire body, making his hands basically jerk his dick all on its own. Yet it just didn’t seem to be enough, the pleasure neither releasing nor fading, just constantly building up as you fucked into him.

“Leveret, Leveret, I want to cum…”

You almost couldn’t hear his whines over your own panting and the noise of your naked bodies smacking together, the lube squelching and the bed creaking, thumping against the wall, and you weren’t really clear about what you could do to help him release. So you just did whatever you liked, one hand gripping his waist so hard your nails dug into his flesh and the other following his arm to his cock, teasing his glans, rubbing his knot and kneading his tight balls.

As your climax approached your thrusts grew sloppier and more irregular, almost frantically chasing that high. Then, you came. A wave of pleasure crashed over you, making you tighten your grip on Jules and fiercely bite down on his nape. You felt his asshole flutter around your cock, squeezing more cum out of you while he shot his own load onto your sheets with a loud moan.

The peak of your ecstasy was extended for an unknown time, and by the time your mind returned, you realized you were both panting heavily. Still intimately connected, Jules lay bonelessly in your embrace, unable to hold himself up.

When you pulled your dick out of his asshole, you saw the reddened, stretched hole pitifully contract and relax as if breathing, unable to close properly. The clear lube smearing his ass and dripping down his balls made you regret wearing a condom for a moment, wishing it were your cum making such a mess out of the red wolf, but after a moment of thought, not having hurt him was a much better outcome. After all, like this, you could happily go for another round…

[blousquidly]

THE BOYS! (With some design tweaks)

Squid & Axel posing like dorks

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Hare and Bunny Hybrids (1)

Inspired by the Hare and Bunny Drawing by @aevris

For creatures with such similar appearances, they couldn’t be more different 

When you first went to the shelter that housed poor hybrids you found the two wrongfully grouped as bunny hybrids 

Rather than separated from one another as bunny and hare respectfully

Though your future hare hybrid couldn’t look more bothered

Your future bunny paid no attention lovingly squishing into the hare’s side 

“And here we have our bunny hybrids! Aren’t they cute cuddling each other?”

“The um bigger one doesn’t look too happy to be there…”

“Don’t mind him, he can be a little grumpy! That's all!”

When you finally got to meet them their acceptance of you was widely different

Where the bunny hybrid practically launched himself into your arms

The hare only plopped next to you, ignoring you when you finally freed an arm to hold him too

“Oh my gouda!” 

“W-what?”

“That’s the closest he’s stood next to anyone in that form! This must be a miracle!”

You didn’t mind taking two, you’d make it work

Especially with the discount they were offering you with an oddly worded contract

“By signing this you agree to take both of the store’s bunnies for over 10 days despite incident, injury, or suspicious decline in health?”

“Oh just filibuster! Just go ahead and sign right here, yup. Quickly please.”

When you finally have them both home, they’ll settle into their routines, more than happy to finally make themselves at home

Your hare hybrid - Jared was pleased to have a room to himself 

Finally allowed to embrace the solitude that comes naturally to a hare

“This is sick. Thanks short-stack.”

“Uh, you're welcome.”

Your bunny hybrid–Cryst on the other hand is appalled 

Falling to his knees he’s full-blown crying because he’s all alone in his room

“Nooooo! Do you want me to die all alone!? Stay with me, Master please!”

“Okay okay you can stay with me, just don’t call me Master. Hey! And please stop pulling on my shirt!”

This fear of loneliness never stops 

Cryst cries when you tell him the concept of a job 

He cries even harder when you tell him you have one

Jared on the other hand is relaxed he knows you’ll come back you better

Until then he’ll try to keep Cryst calm

After all, he doesn’t need the bunny ruining his stay with you not after all those other times

Granted he’s never agreed with Cryst’s choices until now 

And he’s more than used to cleaning up after him at this point

Bloody or otherwise

But that shouldn’t need to happen as long as you stay focused on them

Right?

Part 2

[holnnetd]

Changed roles ladies!

If you checked my profile, you'd know that I'm a SUCKER for anything leporidae related. Yuppie yuppie, hares and rabbits.

And you can only imagine how happy I got seeing this post. Thank you for blessing me with that @m1cr0-bats

It became my own mission to fullfil my destiny.

HARE HYBRID!KÖNIG

Oh those huge soulless eyes staring at you in the middle of training. You wonder how a prey animal got into the army, really. But look at him. Sharp features, long ears, strong legs and a ridiculously cute stubby tail.

Hares are the most predatory of the leporidae. But still nowhere near a predator, really.

But with his height? Huge. Really. 6'6 man with the look of an European hare. The only taller counterpart would be the arctic hare, but it is not as adaptable as the all known Lupus europaeus.

Going into military with his height? Phew.

You can laugh about a hare in the military until you know the fear of standing face to face with those soul-less eyes staring deep into your soul, judging your past mistakes.

Although the overly scary man is... contradictory to any believes, really bad with depth perception. Although great with jumping far, he will most like every now and then jump into a hole. Silly.

"No, you cannot be a sniper." You'd argue, taking the sniper rifle out of his hands covered with a light peachy fuzz.

He stares at you deeply, staring into your eyes until a shiver runs down your spine from the eary look.

"I can." He absolutely can't. A sniper has to have to depth perception mastered. Pulling the trigger is to be done with great precision and unmistaken knowledge. Which is hard to attain if you don't know where the hell the enemy is standing.

"Okay, yeah. Fine." You argue, taking several steps back from the man, before standing five meters apart.

"Tell me how far I am away from you." You challenge the man. It's pretty obvious for any military staff to know it's about 5 meters. Really basic training.

"..." He started sweating, trying to figure how far it is. In his eyes you barely moved two steps. He glances in confusion on teh ground, trying to count the steps taken.

"Three."

"Three what?"

"Three meters?"

"..." A rookie would have known it's five. "You're never touching the sniper."

"Oh, komm schon! Tue mir das doch nicht an. I always wanted to be a sniper." He whines, following you as you shake your head, walking away.

He follows your out of the door, but hits his ears against the doorframe, quickly hissing before hitting his head against the side of the doorframe as he tried to look up.

Really silly.

[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: hybrids, hare hybrid König afab! reader

summary: hare hybrid könig, anyone? mostly a joke fic that's been spinning in my head for a few months

So you're the picture perfect cottage core, forest living gal. Real off the grid - well, sort of, everyone needs their WiFi, right? Anyways you're up there with your little vegetable garden, spending most of your days roaming the forest and foraging. If you're not doing that, you're gardening. Little did you know..there's a hare in the woods. A big one too. You've heard the rumors from passing travelers - rumors that were big hybrids up in these woods. Horror stories too, sounds at night and the typical scary stuff that makes you sleep with your head under a blanket and a knife tucked under your pillow.

You weren't stupid - not to your own terms, anyways - but you were maybe a bit naïve. Especially when one early morning you wake up to the noise of something scritching at your door. So you tip toe your way to the door, knife tucked behind your leg and your bare feet quietly stepping on the planks that didn't creak. You check the peep hole...and nothing? Clearly, you've never watched a horror movie either. Because you open the got damn door and are met with the wide-eyed sight of a man sitting his ass down before the door. He was cute, maybe even a little disturbing. Wide uncanny eyes, freakishly fucking long. At first, you really did thing you had finally come across one of those cryptids you heard about online. And then he snuffled, nuzzling his face into your hip.

And like any living being with a soul, you took him in. Apparently, his name was König. He was very clearly a hare hybrid from hell. Ate whatever you fed him and ten times more. Also practically lived in your warmth. Occasionally tried to piss places he shouldn't, which met the wrath of your flying shoe. "Are you gonna let go?" You ask one day while you're gardening. He had been hugging you from behind for three hours now. It was cute at first..but it was getting a bit ridiculous.

"No." König rasped. His voice boyish and a bit raspy. But his words were enough to quickly end the conversation.

You also did try to kick him out in the past, gently, of course. Mostly little shoves about how it was spring and there were probably lots of yummy berries and vegetables sprouting up already. But he just kinda grunted and continued to nibble at the fucking rib-eye steak you made for yourself. Greedy bastard. It wasn't all bad though. Occasionally at night König would tuck you in real close to his chest, and he smelt pretty nice! His heart was always pounding rapidly. He'd nuzzle and sniff at you gently, which honestly was kinda nice when you were having trouble falling asleep.

"You smell good." You mumble, staring up at his wide eyed expression. König would chuff back at you, nibbling your flesh gently. "Because you are my girlfriend" "Oh! Yeah. That makes a lot of sense." "Wait..what?"

this was a not a joke fic please write more hare hybrid konig

[kwillow]

He'd be a Jackalope. (And not just because of the pun.)

[uousoupki]

inspired by art i saw on twt but has anyone ever thought of the mounders as bunnies or even hares like they live in mounds - bunnies have burrows (not the same thing but animals also don’t build upside down houses so like)

or in my head i see it as bdubs/joel as bunnies and mumbo/pearl as hares does anyone hear me

[bunnis-monsters]

Male Hare!hybrid village x Bunny!Reader smut coming soon…

[strawberrypumpkins]

Thinking about hybrids! Task 141 

CW : I haven't played any COD yet; I'm inexperienced in the characters. I just briefly know of the 4 characters, and I'm going to base what I know and some headcanons on this fic. 16+. Maybe OOC.

Tags: Hybrid!AU , Omegaverse, Captain John Price, Simon Riley, Gaz, Johnny MacTavish—Soap. This is my AU, and so it's going to have bits and pieces of how I feel and go around these things. My formatting may be weird too, but it's a work in progress for me.

Thinking about 

Bear hybrid! Captain John Price. An apex predator and the father figure of the group of 4 other men despite just being 38, the men look up to him as their captain and rely on him to speak for the group. John Price had been an early presenter even before he came out as an alpha; he already had the demanding attitude in tow and knew how to command people before he knew how to walk. It was no surprise when, at the early age of 13, he was already sure of his secondary gender. John Price, when not sending his men on missions or going with them, is cooped up in his room sleeping as more bears do when they are free, or he's standing in the kitchen of the common room of his men's dormitory, spending his time baking stuff. He's recently found an affinity for making good apple and berry pies.

Scent: Smells thickly of pines and a wet, musky forest. Over time he also picked up the scent of tobacco; it isn't an adaptation to his scent, but as he's often smoking one, it just seemed to stick onto him.

Falcon hybrid! Kyle Garrick. The prettiest bird on the team and possibly in the whole base. Gaz is probably the only hybrid between the 5 other hybrids that pays close attention to how he looks and how his room and nests look—yes, despite being an alpha, he does have a nest; for him, the alphas in the bird kingdom are the ones to have nests; they decorate them beautifully and make sure to scent them on a regular basis; it has to be perfect for their mate, and even though he doesn't have one yet, who knows when he might get one? He needs to be perfect, grooming his long-spanned feathers off the floor during his shedding and tucking them into the soft materials of his nest; he's the first to wake up every morning, using the extra two hours to make himself look and smell presentable. When he's off missions and not grooming himself or recleaning his room and nest, he's perched in the common room in front of Johnny, grooming the hare. He's the only one who lets poor Kyle keep them clean.

Scent: Unlike most alphas, who have thick musky scents, Kyle's own is the more calming one between all 5 and the most "omega-like," as Simon once coined it. It's like a breath of fresh air, like a warm summer day with a hint of a breeze, extremely soothing.

German shepherd! Simon Riley. Although he is dominant, he doesn't really rely on his canine counterparts; in fact, he hates them to a certain degree. He doesn't relate to being an alpha or a canine, and it mildly has to do with his traumatic childhood. Born to a feline mother and canine father, it was obvious to everyone they were a bad match to begin with. Simon was a late bloomer; usually at the age of 14-16, people started developing their second genders. Simon, although a canine, had been a mildly lanky child from the moment he started to know how to walk. He'd gotten his father's features, bright blue eyes and blonde hair, but the problem was he took a crucial part from his mother, her femininity. His father didn't like that; how dare his child be an Omega? That was what started the abuse that would be inflicted on him till he grew up, running away from home when he turned 18. It was only after he'd accepted that maybe he was a beta and he could start afresh that his awakening happened as an Alpha; to say he was beyond pissed was an understatement. Why didn't he present earlier? He could've prevented all the abuse inflicted on him and his family. 

But he doesn't let this stop him from living his life; in fact, it does the opposite. He works better, needs to be better, and climbs his way through this new life. He wouldn't stop until he was strong, strong enough to protect his family and anyone else close to him. He locks up his feelings and continues with life until he finally joins Captain Price's team, who slowly remove his walls and help him with acceptance. It doesn't take long for him to start bickering with Johnny and accepting that he's now in a pack. One that truly accepts him for him. When off missions, he's in the common room, reading novels or sparring with other members on base; on some rare occasions, he plays video games with Soap in the Hares room. 

Scent: Much to his dismay, he smells like rainy days, which he finds extremely ironic, as he hates the rain and thunderstorms, anything that reminds him of his childhood or the trauma he went through, and petrichor. 

Hare Hybrid! Johnny Mactavish. Basically a glorified rabbit, Johnny doesn't act like most hares act, like reclusive and not so friendly; he's the opposite, acting more like rabbits, he'd pass off for another breed of rabbit if it weren't for his overly long ears, big body, and surprisingly fast feet. Johnny is the son of the group, always willing to help anyone else; he won’t ever say no; he always has a smile on his face and is down to do what you want when everyone else says no. Johnny spends his time in many different ways, drinking with König when the man doesn't want to socialize but hang out—Johnny can keep the man company in silence, although he does crack a joke once or twice—being a taste tester for Price, letting Kyle groom him, and occasional sleepovers with Simon—which just means he enters the canine's room, makes himself comfortable in the den, and falls asleep—which the canine really doesn't mind either way. What does the hare like to do on his own? He likes to watch Price cook; he likes to pick up the berries Price deems unworthy and chomp away on them, bonus points if there's apple skin covered in cinnamon. If not that, then he settles for going for hikes in the forest; he's free, and he has fun scavenging, running around, or sleeping under the giant willow tree a few meters off base.

Scent: Smells of soft wild berries, often has a sugary scent to him, could be taken for an omega's scent, but when with him for prolonged areas, the scent is more sickeningly sweet than soft.

Notes: I was too tired to add Konig, but I promise I'll make his own in a day or so.

Also notice how I write a lot about Simon? Sorry 🙏🏽, I just love his character so much.

[lilaccmilk]

JANE'S MASTERLIST

!please keep in mind most things i write are with gn or fem reader!

Werewolf

NEEDY

— needy bf headcanons. (smut)

WOULD YOU STILL LOVE ME IF I WAS A WORM WEREWOLF?

— exactly as the title suggests. (fluff)

TEASING TOUCH

— you tease your submissive boyfriend 'till he breaks. (smut)

FIRST TIME

— first time with your boyfriend <3 (smut obv)

SUBMIT

— your submissive boyfriend goes into heat and you're the only cure (smut)

Mine.

— your possesive boyfriend makes it clear that you are his. 01. WRITE IT ON MY NECK, WHY DON'T YA? (smut) 02. BABY, I'M YOURS (fluff)

BEFORE I HUNT YOU DOWN

— Werewolf bf gets jealous. Yeah. (smut)

DID I MAKE YOU SCREAM?

— asking your werewolf bf to wear a ghostface mask and chase you around the house, gives you a lot more than what you asked for. not that you’re complaining anyways. (smut)

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Monster Under The Bed

TASTE

— the monster under your bed wanting you bad. (slight smut)

SCARY? MY GOD YOU'RE DIVINE.

— what happens when you finally meet the monster under your bed? (smut)

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Vampire

IF YOU THINK I'M PRETTY, LAY YOUR HANDS ON ME.

— sending a pic of yourself in a lingerie to your boyfriend who was at work, was a mistake. surprising him with one in his favorite color was another one. (smut)

BEFORE I HUNT YOU DOWN

— But Vampire bf? oh. he gets possessive. (smut)

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Hybrids/Others

BUT FRIENDS DON'T KNOW THE WAY YOU TASTE

— your panther!hybrid 'best friend' eats you out. (smut)

WINTERS

— how your naga!boyfriend gets during winters (fluff, smut)

“I AM JUST A DUMB BUNNY, BUT WE ARE GOOD AT MULTIPLYING.”

— mating season is exhausting, but stamina isn't much of a problem for you and your boyfriend. -hare! male hybrid x lioness!fem reader. (smut)

COULDN'T STOP LOOKING AT HER T-T-T-T, FACE! — PART 2

— merman bf who's obsessed with your boobs.

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Daydreams (mostly smut)

01. 02.

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Male x Male

WOLF? DID YOU MEAN PUPPY? FUCK AROUND AND FIND OUT NERD AND THE JOCK SHOULDN'T STOP TRYING

[lazy4honey]

Hybrids: Hare pegging Wolf

Contains: fem! hare reader with the initiative, “leveret” and “pup” instead of baby / babe, dirty talk, dry humping, fingering, lube, pegging, NSFW & MDNI

@blushycadaver look what’s finally done!

The first time you met Noya, you’d just taken a beating from a kangaroo at the gym and were sitting off to the side holding your bruised face when he, a handsome sand-colored wolf hybrid, handed you a cooling pack. 

And then he mocked you for your poor technique.

Not one to take insults without fighting back, you immediately challenged him to a match.

— It almost went without saying that you lost.

Seeing your look of doubting life, Noya wanted to laugh, but held back. Rather, he showed some concern, asking, “Hey, are you okay?”

You slowly moved your empty gaze over, and then glared at him, throwing down the words “This will have consequences!” before storming off.

The consequences were you challenging him again a month later. You’d trained hard, practicing your kicks and punches and watching videos, making you feel quite confident.

— Admittedly, your confidence was probably at least a little bit misplaced, because he won again!

You glared at him and left to train more, coming back a month later to once again challenge him to a match and, predictably, losing again.

Noya smirked at you, “Let me guess Carrots, this will have consequences?”

You just rolled your eyes at him and left again, secretly cursing him in your mind. What right did that handsome bastard have to mock you like this? Looking good wouldn’t prevent him from getting a good beating!

As a result, you challenging him once a month became a routine operation for the both of you. You’d never say it to his face, but despite never managing to beat him even once, you quite enjoyed these matches. He wouldn’t compliment you either, never once praising you when you improved, but you could clearly see that appreciative glint in his eyes.

By now, it’s become a tacit agreement.

You just don’t know whether Noya knows that you’ve been into him since he first handed you that cooling pack.

But knowing or not knowing doesn't really make a difference.

Anyway, you enjoyed spending time with each other. Outside of your monthly challenges, apart from sharing training tips, you’d also bonded over food. Sharing food recommendations developed into visiting snack stalls and local restaurants together at least once a week, which easily led into hanging out with each other wherever the wind blew you on a semi-regular basis.

Today, the look Noya gives you during your match feel a little... different. You’ve already agreed to go to a certain coffeehouse afterwards, so you’re unsure what he might be hinting at. Aside from food, what else have you talked about? Kickboxing? Oh, he wouldn’t be switching to another gym, would he??

That unnecessary worry gnaws at your mind and even keeps bothering you after the match, so you don’t behave as buddy-buddy as you normally do.

Standing in the shower, you remind yourself that it is normal to switch gyms. Even moving would be normal. Your action of rubbing the fur-care shampoo in gets rougher with your sinking mood. The mere thought of him being out of your sight, you being unable to keep an eye on him, is endlessly irritating. It itches in your heart like fleas in your fur...

“Carrots!"

“How many times have I told you not to call me that!"

The words are out before you even clock that it is Noya who just called out to you. Just as you are confused and wondering if you imagined things, the shower curtain is pulled aside, revealing Noya. He is just as naked as you are, carrying his personal hygiene kit, his fur damp with sweat and cock half erect, peaking out of its sheath.

“What are you--??"

Noya steps in and closes the curtain, almost squeezing against you and making you retreat to the wall. “Are you alright?"

“???"

“I- Just, you looked kinda out of it, so I was worried..."

“I looked out of it? Wasn’t it you throwing me weird glances the whole time?"

You silently stare at each other, and his ears pull back as he lowers his head with some embarrassment. “...it’s my rut time."

“Ah.” After another moment of silence, you hesitantly ask, “So... you want me to be your mate?"

“...If you’d like to,” he squeezes out. You can see his chest heave and nose twitch, his gaze repeatedly drifting over to you before forcefully being pulled away. He’s close to being desperate, and if it were anyone else, he would’ve been a lot more straightforward, but when it comes to you, he just can’t help but feel shy. “I can’t help being attracted to you. I just... don’t want my, my feelings for you to ruin what we have now."

You smile, “Sure."

“Huh?"

“I’ll be your mate.” You reach out and grab his neck, fingers buried in his fluff and claws digging into his skin. “Just stop calling me Carrots. I’m not some soft fucking bunny, got it?"

He swallows audibly, his gaze hungry, “Got it."

“Good,” you grin and lean in to kiss him.

...

Nothing happened in the shower. Apart from soaping each other up and giving Noya a hand job. Everything else would’ve been too risky. After all, slipping in the shower because you wanted to have sex there... It was embarrassing to think about.

By the time you’re on your way to the coffeehouse, your thoughts are back on track. You walk closely together, hooking your little fingers around each other, and when you sit at your table, every sip and every bite is accompanied by a glance from half lidded eyes. Even without touching each other or saying a single word, doing nothing indecent or untoward, the air between you is thick with sexual tension.

You cross your legs beneath the table and clench your thighs to put pressure on your pussy tingling with arousal. A thoughtless lick over the corner of your mouth causes Noya’s gaze towards you to deepen, his brown eyes dark with near undisguised desire.

It’s not just lust or hunger, or a temporary impulse, but something much more meaningful and complicated. Like a fine wine, it already has a wonderful fragrance, and the taste is even more delectable. But given time, a few years, decades even, it will only gain in flavor. By then, just a single sip can make one linger endlessly in these small, seemingly trivial and inconsequential moments that have gradually, unknowingly, filled one’s heart.

Upon finishing your drinks and cake, Noya offers to accompany you home.

You give his crotch, covered by the sleeves of the jacket he tied over his hips, a glance laden with meaning, and agree.

Things are unlikely to stop at just accompanying you home.

You hold hands as you saunter along the streets in comfortable silence, basking in the warm lights of the old town district. Occasionally, Noya leans in and nuzzles your ears, and you return the gesture by rubbing against his neck. Although some time has already passed since your shower, his sand colored fur is still all soft and fluffy, making you want to stick to him.

By the time you reach your apartment, however, it is him sticking to you. His paw is placed around your waist, and with a slight turn, you feel his erection press against your butt. Your tail wags excitedly and brushes against him, making his cock twitch, leading him to press even closer to you to hide it from other people’s eyes.

When you unlock your door, he pauses strangely.

“Don’t tell me you’re not coming in,” you turn to look at him and say as you sweep your gaze up and down.

His fur stands with embarrassment, but his cock stubbornly remains hard, and you just smell so good and right now he wants to love and knot and breed you so much it is truly impossible for him to leave. So he coolly looks away as if his erection has nothing to do with him and pats your butt, “Then what are we still standing here for."

You chuckle, grabbing his collar to pull Noya in and then promptly pressing him against the door to catch him in a heated kiss, fingers buried in his neck fluff. His fangs scrape against your tongue and a string of saliva drips between you, staining your shirt. One paw moves down to massage your tail while the other moves up, gently and meticulously circling each vertebrae of your spine. When your kiss ends, both of his hands have met up on your ass, groping you with just enough restraint that his claws don’t poke holes into your pants.

He growls, “Leveret, you taste delicious."

“Right back at you, pup.”

He lowers his head to nuzzle your neck, hot breath spraying over your cleavage. “I really want to knock you up..."

“Ha,” you grab his neck, pulling him back just enough to look into his eyes, “that’s not happening. At least not anytime soon."

“Then what about now?” Noya almost whimpers, hips bucking up in a poorly suppressed attempt to grind against you.

You smile at him.

His breath stutters and he leans in for another kiss. It is deep and lingering, full of unspoken passion. You feel his big tongue sweep over your gums, sending a shiver down your spine and into your pussy, making you press closer.

In an intimate dance, you tumble through your apartment, bumping into some furniture and leaving a trail of randomly discarded items of clothing before tripping over the living room's carpet and falling onto the couch in nothing but your underwear.

His cock strains against the fabric and nudges your clit, the pressure alternating with your tossing. Amidst your fervor, you struggle a little to get your bra off, and then Noya palms your breast, rubbing your nipple with his rough finger pad and taking the other into his mouth, first licking and then sucking like a little puppy.

You press your hand to the back of his head and rock your hips, your voice thick with lust, “What are you doing; trying to drink milk?"

He glances up at you, fangs lightly scratching over your nipple, “If you were knocked up with my pups, maybe."

“What a dirty mind,” you murmur and slam your hips down.

Noya groans. His arms and hands tighten, keeping you flush against his throbbing cock, and as you bite his ear you can feel his gradually swelling knot between your folds. You roll your rips and he humps his cock between your thighs. Precum and slick wet your underwear, the air filled with the scent of his rut. Then his balls tighten, his knot expands to its full size, and he comes with a long, husky moan.

“My, so excited?"

He looks at you, panting with his tongue lolling out, and nods.

“You're so desperate for me...” Cupping his face, you admire him, especially his eyes, teary and hazy with lust. “I really like that."

You get up and pull him off the couch, lead him to your bedroom, push him down onto your bed, and tug off his underpants.

His cock and knot are still engorged, bright red and dripping with cum that wets his balls and fur. Lying on his back he is completely at your mercy, with his tail tucked between his legs and the tip wagging excitedly as he stares at you. More cum leaks from his cock when you take off your panties and a string of clear slick is drawn between it and your pussy, the scent of your arousal completely laid bare to his highly sensitive nose.

You smile at him and turn around to get something, bending down and showing your glistening folds to him. This elicits a rumbly groan from him, so deep you can even feel it in your pussy.

With a suppressed smirk, you straighten up again, revealing the tool you’re holding: a double-penetration strap on. Noya freezes at the sight.

“One for you, one for me.” You happily wave the vaginal and anal dildos connected to the harness in front of his nose. “What do you say?"

“...Fuck me."

“Really? You mean it?"

He takes a deep breath, gazing into your eyes, his voice low and raspy, “Yes.”

Your heart pounds wildly, filled with excitement. You bounce over and hop onto the bed, your tail wagging as you pour the protective lube you bought from a certain witch over the vaginal dildo.

“Have you done this before?” Noya wonders as he watches you.

“I’ve tried both of them, and I think they feel quite good."

“...Ah.”

With a glance at him you find that his knot is deflating, and continue focusing on preparing the strap on. Then you deliberately straddle his waist to give him the best view of you wearing the harness and slowly working the dildo into your pussy.

Suddenly, Noya’s eyes widen, voice a little shaky, “Wait, is that... a wolf dildo?"

“You’ve got good eyes, pup. It’s just missing the knot... After all, I want you to be the first one to knot me.” You breathily praise him. If you hadn’t been too embarrassed to bring it up, you would’ve asked him to provide his cock as mould for a custom-made dildo long ago, but whatever. All that counts is now.

His hips reflexively buck and he holds your thighs, slowly caressing them.

When the dildo is fully worked in, you breathe a sigh of relief and tighten the harness. It isn’t as big as Noya’s cock, but for now, it’ll do.

You shuffle back and sit down between his legs. He cooperatively spreads them, lightly hooking them around your waist and grabbing onto the sheets in anticipation. It’s as if whatever you’ll do, he’ll enjoy it.

The cold protective lube makes him tremble as you squeeze it onto his asshole and his flaccid cock gives a twitch, becoming erect again once you insert a finger. Knowing the lube protects against internal wounds, you’re a little unscrupulous as you work him open. You quickly add a second finger, wriggling them when he clenches, and deliberately dragging your dull claws along his walls just to see him shudder and hear him hum in pleasure.

Noya’s chest undulates with his pants, begging you with his gaze to pull out your fingers and fuck him with the dildo.

And who are you to deny him this request?

You pull out your fingers, slather the anal dildo with more lube, and comfortingly rub the base of his thigh and hips, “I’m going to insert it now. You ready?"

He groans, “Leveret, just fuck me already..."

The dildo’s tip presses against his wet asshole and sinks in. Noya writhing beneath you, ears and tail twitching and low moans spilling from his mouth, all of it makes you wish you’d chosen a dildo with sensory connection. But it’s too late now; just remember it for next time.

Soon, your hips are tightly pressed together, the dildo buried hilt-deep within his tight ass. You stroke his abdomen as you lean down and distract him with a kiss before you start thrusting. Slow and gentle quickly becomes fast and urgent, less due to your own pleasure but more because you want to see Noya cum from you fucking him like this. His red cock bounces every time you rut into him, precum splattering along with it, and then his knot swells and he arches his back so beautifully as he clutches at your back your pace grows disordered.

The dildo inside your pussy rocks with the movements. It repeatedly hits your g-spot, and when Noya comes and his asshole sucks the anal dildo deeper in, it also tugs on the vaginal dildo, prompting you to come as well.

His claws dig into your back while you bite his neck. With both of you having thick fur, it doesn’t hurt at all, instead only adding stimulation amidst your orgasms. Your pussy throbs wonderfully and you keep rutting into him, drawing things out even further. Noya’s cum shoots out in spurts, covering both of your stomachs with the sticky white liquid and even reaching up to his jaw, just within reach to allow you to easily lick it off of him.

His throat bobs as he swallows his saliva, gaze stuck to you like he can’t look away.

“Satisfied?” you ask.

Noya hums affirmatively. “Let’s do it again."

You have a moment of mild surprise before remembering that he’s in his rut. Of course he wants to fuck.

So you agree.

The next second, Noya hugs you against him and rolls over, pressing you beneath him with the dildo still in his ass. Both of you moan at the same time from the movement, your eyes locked as he slowly sits up and allows the dildo to reach even deeper. Then he has you sit up too, so that every time he rolls his hips, the vaginal dildo also rocks a little within you. In this way, he manages to come two times from riding you before you also come again.

You lean against each other in a hug, panting and wet with drool and sweat and cum, and you know —

— This is just the beginning.

[blousquidly]

Quick squid hare sketch

Drew this for fun and anatomy practice

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Hare and Bunny Hybrids (2)

Part 1 

“Okay bye guys. Jared, I’m trusted you with the home!”

“You got it, babe. Bring home some bark if you have the time.”

“Sure!”

*Muffled* ���Noooo! Waaaiiiittt (Yyyy/nnnn) please! I promise I won’t put thumbtacks in your shoes.. anymore! I’m sorrryyy!!! Please!--”

The sound of the door slamming shut starts Chryst on a whole new set of tears

Jared looks at the watch he has and knows he’s got a good three hours before he can even think about taking the padlock off Chryst’s door

So he indulges in his favorite activity in the meantime

Running on the treadmill next to his favorite picture of you running

If he’s feeling especially proud he’ll go for a run and stop by his favorite smoothie place

That has a perfect view of your work place+

“Now that’s a view.”

He hates how often he gets approached 

he has to remind you next time to get him a ring 

only for appearances of course

When he returns home first thing he does is stick his tall ears against the bedroom door before unlocking it

Immediately darting into his chest, Chryst hugs him tightly just happy to not be alone

Then he darts into your room to ruin your bed to aggressively inhale your scent

And your closet

And your laundry

When he’s done with that he’ll go find Jared again this time to plan on his next scheme to keep you from leaving for work the next day

Jared doesn’t say anything, he just finishes what’s left of his smoothie warning him when he gets too intense

“Maybe before they take their lunch I could put something special in there!”

“Okay.”

“Maybe something that makes them all sleepy and cuddly again!” 

“Sure.”

“And for extra–good measure, I’ll cut the brake lines in their car!”

“Okay. That’s too far.” 

But if he’s already thought up a good plan he’ll move on to other things

“Have you ever noticed our neighbor is around (Y/n)’s age?”

“Yeah so?”

“I…don’t want them to exist anymore.”

“Me neither. But we’ll be first suspects so no go.”

“Would that still be the case if we cut his brakes?”

“....No.”

“Good.”

They hold down the fort waiting for the minute you come home

“Hey guys I’m home–Ooof!”

“Oh (Y/n)!!!! I missed you so much!” 

He buries his head into your chest so hard the first time it feels like he’s trying to suffocate you

Jason on the other hand will stand a ways away pouting and tapping his feet until you give him his scheduled pat and boop on the nose

“Hey to you too, casanova!”

“Hmph remembering me are you? Good for you.”

“Not just that I got you that bark you wanted.”

“...Thanks.” “(Y/n) hurry up take off your work clothes they smell like a gaggle of predators!” 

“Okay okay! Don’t unbutton that! I’ll do it myself geez!”

They’re happy to have you back 

Now they can both be fully at peace 

At least until the next time you leave

Part 3