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Tamsy was pissed.

Why in the world would you ever think to bring in another hybrid without even telling him first? This is his house just as much as it is yours.

He stared blankly at you and the 6 foot siamese hybrid that smelled like outside, tail flicking in annoyance at his presence.

"Tamsy, meet Jabber. I know this is sudden but he needed a place to stay," you explain sheepishly.

"So? It doesn't have to be here." he thought. Tamsy's face pulled into a tight lipped smile before he turned and made his way towards your bedroom. Meanwhile, Jabber couldn't care less about the other hybrid living in the house as he glanced around with a bored look on his face.

"I'll be back," you sigh, following after the blonde. "Make yourself at home."

You didn't have to tell Jabber twice; he was already halfway towards your fridge before you even finished your sentence.

In your room, Tamsy sat with is back towards you at your vanity, turning on some metal band you didn't recognize then brushing his hair absent mindedly as if you weren't there.

You sigh, stepping behind him and looking at him through the mirror.

"Tamsy, please don't be upset."

"I'm not upset," he replies, feigning nonchalance as he refuses to meet your eyes. He was fully set on ignoring you as much as possible at the moment, punishing you with his lack of attention for dragging another hybrid in.

Since he wouldn't be getting all of yours anymore.

Despite his best attempts to put on a front, you noticed his lip jut out ever so slightly into a pout. You knew him better than anyone; he clearly was not happy. You frown, leaning foreward to wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your cheek into his.

"It will take some adjusting having Jabber around but I promise nothing else is gonna change."

The blonde only huffs, putting his brush down and leaning back into your embrace.

Fine. He'll play nice for now.

TO HELL WITH PLAYING NICE!

Tamsy tried, he really did. But this siamese hybrid asshole was insufferable. If there was one way to describe Jabber it would be greedy. He always eats the most at meal times, sits in Tamsy's favorite spot on the couch for hours on end and likes to lay in your lap like he belongs there all while giving your first hybrid companion a mocking smirk.

What really pushed Tamsy over the edge was when you started letting Jabber sleep on the bed.

So naturally, the angora hybrid decided it was time to start fighting back. He would stake his claim at your side as quickly as possible, "accidentally" kick Jabber off the bed and even trip the taller male while walking down the hallway. Unbeknownst to you there was a silent, all out war going on between your two hybrids.

And their fighting came to a peak when Tamsy noticed a fresh, brown hairball sitting atop his favorite sweater. It was still wet.

You left for the grocery store an hour ago, giving Tamsy about five minutes to give Jabber a piece of his mind before you get back home. Without a second to spare, the usually alloof angora hybrid storms into the livingroom and jumps at his opponent foxy from fnaf style.

Jabber knew the blonde was coming. It was all part of his evil, genuis plan. It seems today he finally met his goal, provoking "sweet, innocent" Tamsy enough that he'd throw the first punch (or in this case, his entire body..).

The exchange was obsurdly cartoonish; limbs flying everywhere while they knocked shit over in your poor living room. The only thing missing was the comically large dust cloud surrounding them. The hybrids exchanged scratches, kicks, bites and even violent yanks at each other's hair without any regard for their surroundings. Blinded by mindless rage, Tamsy accidentally leaves himself open. Seizing the opportunity, Jabber quickly pins the other male down, smiling manically down at him with raised claws until-

"What the actual FUCK are you two doing!?"

Both of them freeze, eyes wide as they slowly crane their necks to find you at the front door. Your eyebrows were pinched together while the groceries you just bought spilled onto the floor, having fallen out of their bags when you dropped them in shock. You stomp over to the pair, yanking Jabber away by the back of his shirt before looking around at the mess they made.

"How do you guys manage to destroy my house within an hour!? You guys are grown ass men, what could you possibly even be fighting about?"

The two of them awkwardly avoided your gaze, facing away from each other and looking like a pair of scolded school children. You sigh, rubbing your temples in an attempt to soothe your annoyance.

"Jabber, start cleaning the living room. Tamsy, you pick up the groceries and meet me in the kitchen. Now."

Jabber grumbles before complying, shoulder checking Tamsy as he walks towards the opposite end of the living room. The blonde narrows his eyes at him with a huff, quickly gathering the grocieries and sulking towards the kitchen.

You were leaning against the counter, arms crossed and very displeased. Without a word, your usually spoiled kitty starts sorting things into the fridge, pretending like you didn't just walk in on him getting his shit rocked fighting.

"So? Tell me what happened."

Tamsy stands from his bent position, pausing for a few seconds before gently shutting the fridge door and finally turning to face you.

"Someone needed to teach that alley cat a lesson."

You raise an eyebrow in confusion, waiting for him to continue while he gets closer to you. Swatting away your folded arms he pulls you in by the waist, resting his head atop your shoulder in a way thats uncharacteristically clingy.

"He's been messing with me ever since he got here. I can't even sit next to you on the couch without him finding some way to interfere."

You hum in thought, pushing Tamsy's head off your shoulder and taking a look at him. His hair was disheveled along with his clothing, small scratches and bruises blooming across his scarred skin but nothing to serious. His lips are jutted out in a pout, but you know better than to fall for the cute act.

"Something tells me you're not all that innocent."

He ignores your statement, his arms tightening around your waist as he glues himself against you again. Sighing, you accept his affection and offer him a gentle pat on the back.

"No more fighting with Jabber, okay? Like I told you before, him being here doesn't mean I love you any less-"

CRASH!

Both of you are startled by the sound of something breaking in the living room. You huff, giving Tamsy a kiss on the cheek before pushing him off of you to check up on the other trouble maker. He rolls his eyes at yet another interruption but lets it go.

Never in his entire life would Tamsy think that he'd ever be given up to a shelter.

Yet here he is; his sleek, clean appearance contrasting that of an old pen. His first owner (some old, rich fart) finally kicked the bucket and the family surrendered him for being "high maintenence" and "unnafectionate". Only of which one were true; fresh, home cooked food every night and being brushed exactly 154 times wasn't that much to ask! So when the first presentable adopter made their way past him, he put on the cute act that practically screamed "adopt me"! Tamsy would rather die then stay in a dingy establishment such as this shelter.

Tamsy was content with his choice, already having seen signs of pampering and a very comfortable future. What he wasn't too trilled about, however, was the scent of another hybrid that consumed the house after setting foot past the front door. His soft features contort in disgust.

Tamsy wasn't keen on sharing...nor getting along with his peers.

But when he sees you peek out into the hallway from (presumably) your room, his opinion quickly changed. A pair of cat ears the same color as your hair sat atop your head, turned foreward in attention to the sound of your owner and a new, strange tom cat entering your home. Your eyes were wide and attentive, watching the blonde's every move while the rest of your body remained hidden behind the wall.

There's nothing to worry about; you couldn't pose a threat to him if you tried.

You slowly shuffle out of your room and offer him a nervous wave, cautiously approaching as your owner gestures you over. They introduce the two of you, watching your behavior in hopes that you'd get along. Much to your joy, the cat hybrid you now know as Tamsy seemed to be neutral towards you. You'd feared that he would be aggressive.

He greeted you with a polite nod, butterscotch eyes scanning over you as if he were conducting some sort of assesment. In your weird, staring contest stand off your owner had left and returned with a stack of blankets and sheets, passing them off to you with the instruction to "make room for him". They pushed the pair of you towards your bedroom, where you sat down the pile of bedding before hurridly trying to tidy up around the space as Tamsy glanced around.

Your room was a good size; large enough for the two of you but nowhere near as fancy as he's used to. Your bed was unmade while various miscleneous things were strewn across the room. You did your best to pick them all up quickly, shoving them under your bed and pushing furnuture off to the side. After clearing enough space, you grab a few pillows and plushies in order to arrange them into some sort of makeshift bed on the floor, tossing the blankets over them before fluffing.

"You can have my bed for now," you offer shyly, awkwardly fidgeting and avoiding eye contact. "Until we can get another one."

Tamsy doesn't argue, humming in aknowledgment before plopping down onto the mattress.

Eugh, cotton sheets... I suppose they'll do for now.

"Doesn't your owner know it can take upwards of four weeks for cats to properly bond?" he asks, lazily blinking down at where you sat on the floor. "Foolish of them for making us share a room, really."

Your posture quickly stiffened, feeling oddly threatened by his ominous statement. Your ears were pinned back, eyes blown wide with your tail rigid and sticking straight up.

"Ah, no need for that," he reassures before rolling over, his back now facing you as he gets comfortable. "I usually play nice. A kitty as cute as you doesn't warrant a threat."

Your body relaxes, face flushing slightly at the backhanded compliment. You were relieved he didn't have any issues but also slightly disheartened at the fact he's not even a little intimidated by you. After a while of awkward silence, you'd realized his body had fully relaxed and seemingly stilled.

Is he asleep?

Crawling over to the edge of the bed, you take your time to actually give him a good look. Well, the best you can with his back facing you that is.

His hair was spread out atop your sheets and pillows, a deep navy blue peeking out from beneath platinum blonde strands. He had the fluffiest white tail you'd ever seen; a lot fuller and well kept than the average house hybrid.

I wonder how soft his fur is...

You slowly reach your hand foreward, trying your best to sneakily caress the fur until-

"I can feel you staring."

You nearly leaped out of your skin, shuffling back towards your makeshift bed on the floor to pretend like you hadn't just been caught red handed.

"Sorry!"

A few days passed and Tamsy seemed to tolerate you at the very least. He sat near you during meal times, wasn't bothered whenever you did your thing around your now shared room and even entertained you sometimes when your owner was away. You were still pretty shy around him but he still had managed to see your sweetest of sides.

You were affectionate to your owner, did your best to keep shared spaces tidy and were always cautious to keep yourself and your belongings out of the bigger cat hybrid's way. In his observing, he'd also learned that you like to be held. Loud noises and sudden movements startled you (one of your more feline traits) and as comfort your owner would hold you and stroke your ears whenever you were feeling anxious.

Tonight, however, was a bit different.

The storm didn't roll in until late, thunder scaring you from your slumber as you jump from your blankets. Lighting flashed outside your window, followed by another loud BOOM! You shake and do your best to curl up into yourself, ears pinned back in fear as you attempt to tough the storm out. It wasn't easy comforting yourself; especially since you were still sleeping on the floor.

The thunder had woken Tamsy as well, who was more bothered by your anxious shuffling than the weather. He peeks over the side of the bed to check on you. You were completely covered by your favorite blanket, your shaking letting the male know you're at least alive down there.

"I can hear you shuffling down there."

"M'sorry," you mumble, keeping yourself hidden under your fluffy sanctuary.

Tamsy sighs, lifting his own blanket off of himself before firmly patting the empty space on the bed.

"Come here."

You peek your head out, blinking at him in surprise. You felt nervous about sleeping next to anyone, especially your indimidatingly beautiful roommate. Before you could think too hard about it, more thunder roared and you quickly concluded that you were much more afraid of that than you are sharing your bed.

Scrambling up from your spot on the floor, you quickly dive under the lifted half of the blanket. Tamsy gently wraps his arms around you, his chin resting atop your head while you cling to his chest. A low, purring sound erupts from him, working alongside his own body heat to soothe you. It didn't take long for you to finally drift back off to sleep, now feeling safe and much more comfortable wrapped in his arms.

The next morning your owner peeked into the room to check up on you, only to find a pile of blankets on the floor and Tamsy's back facing them. Where ever could you be hiding?

They approached your bed, now noticing the suspiciouslly cat hybrid shaped mass hiding beneath the blankets. Noticing your owner's presence, the two-tone haired male offered them a dissapproving stare over his shoulder while they reached over to pull the covers back. There you were, curled up and sleeping soundly against Tamsy whom you'd been so shy of before. He lets out an unsatisfied huff before rolling over some more to sheild you from their view.

Arkha Corvus

he's very gentle and encouraging with you (unless you give him reason to act otherwise)

he wants you to talk to him; tell him everything you're feeling and whatever you want him to do

he takes his time in prolonging foreplay, making sure not to work you up too quickly but also getting you ready for when he splits you open because lord knows Arkha Corvus is packing

and when you finally get to the main event he sweet talks you through it, comforting you if you cry but never letting up on his thrusts

he's so nice to you that it almost makes you forget he's literally rearranging your insides at the moment; almost

the way he treats you with so much care makes it a bit easier for you to relax and ride out your orgasm; accepting the sensitive feeling instead of running from it

Enjin

the first time it happens he's caught off guard

he teases you for a little bit but dw he's actually kind of excited

with this newfound information Enjin is now on a mission to try EVERYTHING with you

he wants to know what position gets you to cum the fastest, what takes the longest, if you can squirt and if so how many times until you tap out 😵‍💫

every time you have sex with him it's something new

he loves when you're on top, squirming while you try your best to ride him before he eventually takes over and has you seeing stars

you're on the verge of tears, thighs trembling while he tries using his words to soothe you (in his own weird, Enjin way...)

it probably comes off like he's mocking you but he's trying so hard to be genuine

his words may be confusing but the dick is good so he's forgiven

Gris Rubion

out of everyone on this list he is the absolute sweetest

he checks in with you regularly and has a safe word even if you guys are vanilla (nothing wrong w that)

he doesn't care at all if you finish before him and can't keep going; if you need him to stop he'll stop

Gris is a very selfless lover both inside and out of the bedroom; your needs always cum come first

he urges you to relax while he takes care of you; he likes to think of the ordeal as "making love" rather than "having sex"

and when you relax and let him do his thing its much more enjoyable for both parties

he's such a perfect partner that it manages to distract you from the feeling of being overstimulated and you can enjoy your sexy time with him longer than usual

Tamsy Caines

your pussy will quite literally never be able to catch a break

he uses the knowledge that you're easily overstimulated for his own sick pleasure in sexually torturing you

his favorite thing is handcuffing/tying you up while he's nose deep in your cunt, seeing how long (or in this case, short) it takes for you to be crying from his tongue alone

OR he's got your back pressed to his chest while his fingers rub tight circles over your clit while he uses his free arm to keep you still

basically he is evil.

you guys need to have a safe word and it has to be something obscure that you'd NEVER say during sex under normal circumstances because Tamsy can get carried away quickly and knows no mercy otherwise