#hybrid soap

[hyperfixiation-station]

Human!reader and hybrid!141, and the 141 thinks she's mimicking them when she nests but she's actually just autistic and nesting makes her feel safe and happy.

[secretlysimpash]

just thinking about the shifter/hybrid task force and when they’re “in season”

Warnings: AFAB/fem reader, baby fever type behavior, breeding kink if you squint, suggestive and straight up nsfw in some parts

🐻Bear shifter Price, who follows you everywhere. Stares down anyone that he deems “too close” to his mate, actively putting himself between you and the other person. Glaring at them too, will ask if they need something if they don’t back off. He’s a bit protective and territorial as it is, but it's heightened when his brain is telling him to protect the one who will be carrying his cubs soon (if you aren’t already).

Keeps an arm around you whenever he can, or a hand on your lower back, or holds you in his lap if he’s sitting…Basically just nonstop touch wherever and whenever. And once you do start showing, belly swollen with his cub, he’s even MORE protective.

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🦅Red-tailed hawk shifter Gaz, who’s been adding a lot of new additions to the bed. Softer blankets, more pillows, some plushies that he thought you’d like…And of course, his feathers are scattered around and on the bed. You should probably expect to wake up with feathers in your hair as well.

Hey, you’ll need a cozy nest anyway, for when you’re full, expecting his baby…Or babies, since it's very possible you could be expecting two or more at a time.

And it seems like Gaz is even anticipating that outcome, making sure to point out double strollers and adorable matching onesies for their babies. In his hawk form, he’ll sit right on your belly or perch behind you to groom your hair with his beak (it only hurts a little bit, will chirp with annoyance if you tell him to stop).

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🐈Scottish fold shifter Soap, who honestly isn’t all too affected by his shifter instincts. Not at all…He always rubs his face against you whenever he can, so that’s normal. Always wants his scent on you one way or another, even encouraging you to use his shampoo or wear his clothes (and only his clothes with nothing under them).

But now…Now he just seems very adamant on having his mate bear his children. Johnny starts tracking your cycle, figuring out when it’s most likely to take. Call it instincts, or call it baby fever…Whatever you want to call it, it's clear that once you give the okay, he’ll get right to work.

And once it takes, he’ll get right to work on the nursery, baby-proofing, names…All after seeing just one positive test. And once his mate starts showing, he's insufferable, purring and crooning about how perfect you look.

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🐺Wolf hybrid Ghost, who’s noticeably a lot more amorous now. Before, he wasn’t one to shy away from affection in private, but would be more reserved with it in public. But now? Oh…Now he’s an absolute clinger.

He doesn’t care if you two are currently at the store, he wants to kiss your face now so he’s stopping you dead in their tracks and leaning down to do exactly that. If you’re just sitting on a bench in the park, fully expect him to try and rest his head on yours or tug you into his lap so he can nuzzle your face and neck (to take in your scent and mark you with his, two birds one stone). And the markings…Oh god the markings. He’ll want his mark all over your body, and if you’re too shy about showing it off, he’ll bite you in places where only he can see.

So he seems more cuddly, which might be just a bit off-putting for anyone who knows him well enough. Oh, and he wants pups. Like…Really wants pups. He’s been mumbling about knocking you up so you can carry his pups since the season started.

After dumping load after load into you, he’ll put a hand on your belly and whisper about how you’ll be such a good mama.

[aennasan]

Hybrid Sanctuary AU where avian crow hybrid Johnny is so enamored by you that in your eyes he is more like a puppy than a bird. When he was rescued, his kind was already deemed extinct, until you were brought in and rescued from a mansion which collects exotic hybrids.

At first, he was so surprised by your presence that he did nothing the whole day but stare at you. It was your fault because you got lost and it was too late before you realized your mistake. You went inside his nest, your awareness has been dulled after years of being chained down. You were so scared that all you could do was crouch down as he tower in front of you, waiting for him to kill you for ruining his nest.

But nothing happened.

When the rescuers can't find you, they started frantically looking for you, and almost fainted when they saw you inside Johnny's nest. Alone, scared, and shaking in fear.

They were able to save you from him and they brought you back peacefully in your place. Later you found out that Johnny was known to be unpredictable and deadly. That's why he was in solitary for years now. No one could explain how come you got lost in a cage that was supposed to be inaccessible by another avian without permission.

Although whatever happened has been scary to everyone, especially to the doctors who have been taking care of you, they somehow deemed that maybe being around you would make Johnny less intimidating. And so your cages were moved side by side with each other, with only the glass wall separating you.

You were fully convinced it was a bad idea. You were wary of him and the thing he may do. Until you were always woken up each morning with him tapping on the glass, leaving behind gifts, placed at the side of the glass wall where you can see it first thing in the morning. He would even bring you his meals. Gets frustrated when he realized that the rescuers will not allow him in your space. But ended up with a solution anyway as he decided to eat up his meals at the same time as you eat yours. Making sure that you are looking at him before he munches and tells you it tastes good. He would even try to talk to you but all you did was stare at him, still wary about being in the presence of a male.

The behaviour that started as odd to you, has become a habit. You are not as scared of him as before but still there is fear. You started to learn to be comfortable around him but maybe it was just a calm before a storm.

The alarm blared as it signals the emergency. Metal bars started replacing the friendly glass walls and all you can do is walk away from them, as you look around, shaking, and trying to understand what's going on. The intercom keeps repeating the same thing, "Abandon the facility now!" and your brain who wasn't taught enough words may not understand what was being said, still felt danger, and in panic, you ran away.

You don't know where you at. You don't know what happened. You didn't see any hybrids running away except you. So you were alone as you made a temporary shelter at a cave, behind a waterfall. You were so tired that the moment your head was placed in something comfortable, you slept, the water sound was soothing and you finally were able to get a shut eye.

It was the feeling of warmth that woke you. A hand draped on your waist, tightening when you whined about the feeling of being too hot. Your mind was still drowsy from sleep, but all your senses snapped open when a familiar thick voice warned you to stop grinding your ass on his cock.

You try to push him away, claw at his arms, almost gauge his eyes out but he only pouts and whimpers at your efforts to remove his hold on you.

You don't understand and cannot comprehend how Johnny found you and even slept beside you without you noticing. It was as if he followed you. Then something clicks and you froze when the realization hits you.

How did you run away in the first place without the facility finding where you are? Also, this whole thing is familiar. It was as if the reenactment of how you got lost in his nest when there is no way you could be lost there.

[fel0ny-01]

Some more Hybrid! Soap thoughts:

-Anything that looks remotely throwable, he has locked onto and he’s trying to get people to play with him. It’s an actual ball? Good stuff. It’s a hair tie? Impeccable choice. It’s a piece of a toy that he ripped off from shaking it too hard? Good shit.

-Severe attachment issues to the 141. They think it’s so cute until they realise they can’t go to the toilet on their own, unless they want a whining puppy outside the door. They think it’s adorable until they hear about when they were all gone on a mission except for him, he was howling, crying and being all moody and snappy because they weren’t there.

-Happy Tail Syndrome. He’s definitely a German Shepherd Hybrid, and those tails are looonngg! And when he’s excited, he just can’t contain it! His tail is hitting things left right and centre, but he can’t register the pain because oh my god! It’s Price! It’s Ghost! It’s Gaz! He doesn’t register the blood either, until Ghost grabs his tail and he jolts, turning to look at him with the biggest puppy eyes ever!

“You’re bleeding, Johnny.”

Oh my god, he is bleeding. How did that happen?

“We need to wrap his tail,” Price added, “and stop the bleeding.”

“I’ll get some tape and bandages from medical!”

Johnny lets out a low whine at Gaz leaving, but is promptly receiving head pats.

“What are we gonna do with you, Johnny boy?”

BONUS:

A very happy but cautious puppy for the next few weeks until it heals, he keeps his tail close to his body because it feels really weird to wag it with the bandages wrapped around.

[alkaline-wtr]

Okay so, hear me out right… like Simon Riley but as a spider human hybrid?? Right? Right? With his intricate webs, 8 legs, all bendy and shit right?

And Soap as a Snake man creature?? Like Naga Soap?? Hmm? Hmm? I would draw my vision if I could but idk maybe there is something there for y’all 🤷

[pricesprincess]

price with a puppy! girl who he can train to greet him at the door naked with a pretty pink collar and a matching leash that is ready for him to take. he loves how you pant and moan when he's fucking you doggy style. is a sucker for those puppy-dog eyes. makes sure to has a special engraved tag with his name on it.

ghost with a fawn! girl who he can chase down in the woods without a second thought and will let him pin you to the dirt and fuck you senseless because he's had a rough day. he loves to stroke your ears and tail when you cuddle up to him and will hand-feed you treats.

kyle with a bunny! girl who is so soft and adorable dressed up in those frilly outfits that make you hide your face as he dresses you before letting you hump his cock after he played with your nipples through the sheer fabric. kyle loves it when you twitch his nose which makes him chuckle and hold you closer to him.

soap with a kitty! girl who bites and scratches when you get a bit overstimulated and he loves it, will sometimes bat at you with a cat toy to make you draw your claws. will fuck you extra harder to feel your nails drag up his back leaving a mess of red lines.

comments and relogs with tags are really appreciated <3

[docdudo]

Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader

You were not expecting anything from this new placement. You knew better now a days, have been on the system since day 1, and at this point? You know better than to hope.

Usually the houses you ended up in were all mediocre at best. Foster parents that already had their own children were the most neglectful homes, even to their own children. Which also resulted in bad blood between the foster kids and the biological kids.

And worst of all, you were human. Just a simple, small, defenseless human stuck in the foster system. Usually, they try to match human kids with human foster parents. But, humans were not a big part of the population, in fact, different kind of hybrids were the biggest part of the population.

And now, failed attempts after failed attempts, you got transfered to a neighbor city (not for the first time), and this time, to a hybrid pack househood. It wasn't your first time with hybrids, but it was always a little scary. They were strangers, and adult hybrids were SO much bigger than humans. Especially a human your age, with your small size thanks to lack of care throughout the years.

Hybrids were bigger, stronger, scarier... still, you knew it couldn't be worse than some houses you have been in before, or at least, that's what you're telling yourself. Not that your social worker was helping with your anxiety, as the old bear hybrid woman gave you some information about your new foster family.

They were a big pack, which was a concept you already had difficulty to grasp. Pack doesn't always mean the nuclear family, but could also mean family friends, or sometimes, just relatives. As a human, hearing the word "pack", or "hoard", or "coven", or whatever else they could use to name their little groups, always left you a little confused.

They were four hybrid parents, a Dragon, a Werewolf, a Harpy and a Wraith. They were all part of the military, special forces or something, and they had a lot of children already, children that were already adults and had moved out some time ago. They were taking fosters now, and accordingly to your social worker, they were delightful and very nurturing parents.

You don't know what to think of that.

So all you could do was hold tightly to your beated backpack straps as your social worker excitedly introduced you to four hybrid men in their big house, giant hybrid men with so many muscles, and why is everyone so big and buff?? You knew they were military before, but god dammit, they could crush you with one hand. Here to hoping you don't annoy them to that point.

You weren't really making eye contact, keeping your eyes to the ground as you heard your social worker talk to the new fosters, but still, you would peak at them every couple of seconds or so, just to assess how they were reacting to your presence.

The dragon, one of the biggest hybrids you have ever seen, had that kinda of... respectful and mature face, smart eyes that went between you and the social worker as he nodded along to what she was saying. He was standing still, arms crossed lightly, and just one big wing carefully drapped behind his back. He smiled lightly, trying to keep casual and confortable to the new people, avoiding staring at you too much, no matter how much he wanted to.

The harpy, that was standing by the dragon's side, had such a gentle smile on his face that you avoided looking at his face again after the first peak. Gentle eyes, gentle smile, gentle demeanour. His giant, featherly wings, were also carefully tucked behind his back, almost as if to make himself smaller. Tho, it didn't help your anxiety as you saw how his feet looked like... not feet, in fact, talons.

The werewolf, a weird guy with a mohawk for christ sake, didn't even try to hide it how much he was staring. Big eyes on top of you, tail wagging a bit too fast behind him as his wolf ears perked up and moved as the social worker talked. Still, his eyes were just on you, assessing your small and timid demeanour, how truly small a human could be, how defenseless you looked.

The wraith wasn't that different either. Staring at your face with a stoic and passive look, even tho a balaclava with some skull prints covered most of his face besides the eyes, that had some... shadowy thing around them. He looked bigger than the others, but you could still see he was sligthly shorter than the Dragon, he was just buffer, and was also staring directly at you. He almost forgot how pathetic humans could be.

All of them were caught a little of guard, actually.

You were small, already small for a human, but for hybrids? Almost like a little kid. Humans rarely build much muscle throughout their teens too, so you looked like a skinny little thing, differently from how other races' kids worked. You looked like a small, young child, but even their little kids had some kind of protection. Sharp teeths, or shap claws, or sharp talons, or any kind of ability that could defend themselves.

You had nothing of the sort. You didn't have any nails, basically, short as they were in a small and delicate little hand. Feet tucked safely inside your round little sneakers, feet that, of course, wouldn't have any talons, and were delicate enough to have to stay protected by shoes. Your teeth were round and flat, looked so small too, just like your short tongue. You were soft, all soft and small and delicate. Just like a human is compared to hybrids.

Johnny had to control himself not to coo at the sight as you gently licked your uper lip and quietly fidget in place, slightly behind the big bear hybrid that was your social worker. They had a lot of kids, and he was there since all of them were a baby, but since they were all hybrids, seeing a small little thing like you, unprotected and without any kind of abilities... it made something stirr inside of him.

All of the others were in the same boat, to be fair. Parental instincts going into high overdrive just by looking at you. John was just trying his best to pretend he wasn't that effected since he still needed to pay attention to the social worker, and Kyle was making a good job of discreetly nudging Johnny and Simon so they could stop staring so hard at you.

"So, if any trouble arises, you can always call me. Even if it's just questions, anything you might be worried about, i'll help you out. Is that okay?"

"Perfectly fine, ma'am." The dragon immediatly answers, smiling neutrally as he nods.

"Yeah, this isn't our first time doing this." The harpy jokes slightly, charming smile on his face as he makes your social worker laugh a little bit with him.

"I know it isn't, boys, but it is your first time taking care of a human." She points out, a small smile on her face despite the serious tone. "They are not the same as hybrids, you know that."

"Of course. We're going to be very careful with them, don't worry." The dragon immediatly goes to sooth her worries, nodding easily.

"As i hope. Please, call me if you need anything! And, good luck, boys!"

Now, it's just you and your four new foster parents.

[bluegiragi]

cockatrice (part 1)

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[hyperfixiation-station]

DOES ANYONE KNOW THE TUMBLR FIC ABOUT THE HYBRID!USER THAT GHOST BEGRUDGINGLY ADOPTS BECAUSE OF HYBRID!SOAP, BUT LIKE HE HATES THE USER? And then the user gets kicked out and adopted by Gaz who actually loves them?? Cane someone pleeeease please please pleeeeeeeeeease help me find it???

[secretlysimpash]

hybrid/shifter 141 + Laswell and Graves in their full animal forms

[helcef]

Spontaneous mermay sketch (pt2 here)

He was originally going to be an orca bc that seems to be the consensus around here but i found out about Risso’s dolphins.

Their scars heal without the original pigment so the older they get the paler they get. Perhaps other creatures in the ocean find Ghost jarring since he’s not with a pod, especially if they aren’t aware of the lack of repigmentation is natural.

Not sure if I’ll draw more for mermay but feel free to suggest cod characters and animals (especially soap, maybe i’ll draw mermay ghoap :3)

[fel0ny-01]

His Ghost

A Mini One-Shot of my imagine about Dogboy Soap being excited that Ghost is coming back from a mission!

Imagine is here

Warnings: None

Words: 1,821

“Soap, he will be here soon, just chill out, okay?.” Gaz groans, as Soap fidgets on the chair in front of Gaz. It’s usually the case that Soap gets like this, especially when Ghost goes on a mission and he can’t go with him.

“Ah ken, but am just so excited!” He beams, his larger canines showing, “Ah haven’t seen him in ages!” He whines, his fluffy ears flattening to his head as his tail beats on the side of the chair. Gaz gives him a comforting scratch behind his ears which only makes him whine louder.

“I know pup, it won’t be long now—“ Gaz’s phone lights up on the table with vibrations which caught both of their attention quite quickly.

Price is calling…

The display reads, which makes both of them tense up. Gaz holds his finger up to the hybrid, ordering him to stay out non-verbally as he accepts the call and holds it to his ear.

“Okay, no worries, see you soon.”

“Soap, come.” Gaz pats his leg, gesturing for the man to come with him. He knows what’s going to happen. He bolts out of the chair, trying to hold his excitement in to make sure it’s warranted. As they walk down the various halls of the base, he notices a familiar route they are taking and his tail starts to bash into things as he’s walking past them, getting faster and faster and less controlled.

(The amount of times he’s apologised on that route is insane, and people definitely know when he’s coming down the hall when they hear the powerful beats.)

Gaz looks behind him at the dogboy trailing behind. As they approach the door to the helipad, he turns around and puts his hands on Soap’s shoulders with a serious look; which makes Johnny wonder if something went wrong.

“Soap.” His heart stops for a moment. His tails stops wagging and his ears raise, as he’s waiting for the next sentence.

“Hm?” He responds.

“Who’s ho…” Soap’s head tilted, his trigger word almost slipping out of Gaz’s mouth. Gaz laughs, as he watches Soap’s face go from confused to happy to excited as he keeps not finishing his sentences.

“Gaz.” He starts, his ears raising as he looks pleadingly at the other sergeant. He didn’t like these games! He whined lowly, his tail wagging nervously, his eyes becoming pleading. Gaz inhales, Johnny stops.

(Being half dog also comes with a lot of challenges, like having trigger words and sentences; W-A-L-K, T-R-E-A-T & G-H-O-S-T.

And most importantly,)

“Who’s home?”

Soap bolts to the door. His tail is bashing into everything now, whines and whimpers escaping his mouth as he waits for Gaz to swipe the keycard so he can get out and see who he’s been missing so much!

“Please, Gaz, open it! Please!” He cries, his feet doing happy tippy tappies against the cold floor as he watches Gaz dig into his pocket. He bats Gaz’s hand as an attempt to make him pull out the card faster, which just earns a tiny tap on the wrist.

“No, Soap. Be good.” He orders, watching the man look around frantically out of the window as the helicopter begins to descend. He hears the keycard click, and the approved noise. He goes to run, but before he can do anything, Johnny lets out an annoyed bark as his vest is held in between Gaz’s fingers.

“Soap, stay.” That’s an order. Soap stays, he’s a good boy. His ears prick up at the sound of the helicopter’s engine stopping. His tail beats roughly against Gaz’s leg, (and it kinda hurts, Gaz notes) as he barks pitifully at the sight of the door opening. Soap starts to pull on his vest, effectively almost choking himself as he sees the familiar masked man step down from the ramp and Gaz lets go.

He bolts it.

Johnny sprints up to the helicopter, his tail almost acting as it’s own propellor as he barks, slammming into the arms of his favourite person, he came back! He missed him so so much! He nuzzles his face aggressively into Ghosts’s chest, before moving to give kisses to his face as the taller man picks him up.

“Hello, pup, were you good?” He asks, more directing the question at Gaz who was approaching behind to say hi to Price.

Gaz smiles. “He was very good, Lieutenant.”

Ghost smiles under his mask.

“Such a good boy, Johnny.” Ghost praises, scratching the nape of the man’s neck. Soap keened at the praise as Ghost went to put him down.

Suddenly a rush of energy flooded through Soap’s veins as he sprinted off around the helicopter. He was so so happy his person was back! He just couldn’t hold in any of the happiness anymore!

“Someone’s got the zoomies.” Price comments as a blurry Soap zooms past them. The 3 other men laugh as the hybrid comes up to Ghost, panting as he hugs around his waist; letting out a long and lastful whine; Ghost was back!

“He’s been whining all day, Ghost, I’m honestly glad you’re back, he was giving me a headache.” Gaz laughs, to which Ghost returns a light chuckle.

“Ah have not!” A muffled protest comes from him, his face now fully buried in the tactical jacket of Ghost. They know full well he has been, but he won’t ever admit it. And now that doesn’t matter, because he’s got his Ghost.

Bonus:

Soap sat on the bed in medbay, his legs swinging nervously as he waits for the nurse to come back. Ghost is sat in the chair next to the table, holding his hand; drawing circles into the back of it with his thumb.

“Sergeant MacTavish,” the nurse walks up to him, his ears pricking up as she holds a clipboard in her hands.

“You have happy tail syndrome.” She starts, Soap tilting his head in confusion. He’s never heard of that before! It sounds pretty fun though. He nods, pretending to understand as his Superior looks at him. The nurse goes on to continue,

“You get so happy, that you just smash your tail into everything and everyone, effectively making it injured.” Johnny’s mouth is open in an ‘o’ shape, as Ghost tries to stifle his laughs from the chair next to the bed.

“Luckily, you’ve only made it bleed so far.” She gestured to the bandages tightly wrapped around the end of his tail, to which his ears flatten against his head in guilt as he looks down. Ghost reaches for his hand again.

“So,” Ghost’s voice rumbles, trying to disguise his chuckles, “his diagnosis is that he’s very happy?” Ghost asks, to which the nurse just shrugs and nods.

“Pretty much.”

Ghost gave Soap a knowing look of adoration, as Soap returned one; his tail swinging back and forth slowly.

“Best stop calling you a good boy for a while.”

“Noo that’s not fair.”

[quarterlifekitty]

More Silk Moth Hybrid!Reader? 👉👈

The VERY unrealistic results of the poll lol warning this has been read only by me and my crazy eyes so it’s like barely edited

König hates being put in this situation. The one day he visits base it’s insisted that he stay for a meeting by one of his superiors. A private meeting between him and some of the other high-rank officers. He grits his teeth.

You’re not allowed to accompany him. He has yet to organize any paperwork regarding your necessity at his side. This certainly lights a fire under him on that front. But in the meantime, he needs you watched. And Horangi will be at the meeting too.

Despite their apparent shared love of anonymity, König has little fondness for Ghost. They certainly aren’t friends, though he’ll readily admit to the man’s competence in the field.

“I require a favor, if you are agreeable, lieutenant.” His dark gaze lands on the Austrian before drifting down when there a flutter in his peripheral.

“I’m assumin’ it’s got somethin’ to do with… that, yeah?” He tilts his head to gesture to where you stand, holding König’s wrist and keeping a cheek pressed to the back of his gloved hand.

“Correct.”

It’s not hard for Ghost to intuit what’s being asked, here.

“How long?”

“Two and a half hours maximum. Likely less than 90.”

“Soap’ll be in from his drills in a bit,” he warns.

“Das ist in ordnung. I trust you can make him behave.” König lifts you from beneath your arms, tucking you to sit on his forearm while he speaks quietly.

“Geist will watch over you, seidenmotte. Sei brav, ja?” You nod, kissing his cheek through the fabric of his hood before he sets you down. He still hates this. You haven’t been away from him for more than 30 minutes since he first met you.

König gives a curt, respectful nod before he leaves, making his way towards the meeting room. He doesn’t look back, because seeing you will make him weak and unfocused— this much, he knows. He’ll find it harder to resist the urge to scoop you up and take you home.

Not ten minutes later, Soap almost squeals when he opens the door into the rec area. He sees you perched on the couch next to Simon while he taps away on his phone, squinting at something, as per usual.

“And who is this wee little thing, LT? Y’get lonely while I was out?”

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It doesn’t take long at all for Johnny to get his hands all over you. You kneel on his thighs as he sits next to Simon, grinning as he ruffles through the fuzz at your collar. He’s suffering from some serious cuteness overload. Your wing flutter as he pulls you closer to plant kisses on your cheeks.

“How’re y’not beside yerself right now, Si? Just look at ‘er. What a bonnie, sweet thing. Aren’t ye, hen? That’s right,” he coos, sighing at the pleased little trill that comes out of you.

“Got plenty o’ hybrids round ‘ere, Johnny. Ain’t nothin’ new.” Dog hybrids, maybe.

“C’mon now, LT, you know this is a wee bit different….” He lets you play with his dog tags while he looks at you thoughtfully before turning to Ghost, grinning like a right devil. “Y’think she’s needy like the pups are, Si?”

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Your legs are spread on Simon’s lap while Soap’s face is between your thighs, watching with interest as your cunt swallows his finger. He presses a kiss to your clit and grins when you squeak a little.

“She can handle more,” Simon urges quietly, “she fuckin’ handles König for chrissakes.”

“You reckon she does? Do ye, bonnie?” Soap’s a bit stunned when you nod.

“Not the whole thing,” König mutters from the doorway. Soap is not proud of how not masculine the sound of surprise he makes is.

“Hold her legs. She kicks when it gets too much.”

Simon follows the advice, keeping you held by the ankles with his chin perched on your shoulder, watching Soap between her legs. Your wings flutter against his chest when Johnny latches onto you fully, sucking at your swollen little pearl and rolling it against his tongue. Ghost can feel your leg try to twitch in his grasp.

“Meine süße kleine seidenmotte…” König coos, standing behind Soap to watch you. “I trust there were no issues,” he says with polite regard to Ghost.

“She’s an angel, Colonel,” Johnny chuckles against your cunt, curling his finger enough to make you quiver.

“It’s not her behavior I was worried about, sergeant,” König admits with a quiet tiredness in his voice. Ghost can feel a shiver going up your spine, making you squirm and push your ass against his hard cock. “Cum on his mouth, liebe. Show him how sweet you are.”

Ghost has to admit, even through the mask it’s nice to rub his face into your fluff. You arch your back against him and let out another string of darling, pitchy cries as you soak Soap’s face. The sergeant spends a few moments cleaning you with his mouth before pulling away and licking his chops, stubble glistening. König makes a clicking sound with his tongue, beckoning, and you crawl off of Simon’s lap with shaky legs, leaving his cock achingly hard in your wake.

Simon’s puzzled face is hidden by his mask as he dusts the glittery scales from your wings off of his hoodie.

König grabs the hem of your sweater and pulls it up, letting your tits free. “She’ll finish what was started, if you like.”

Which is how you end up between three men towering above you. Ghost taps your cheek with his cock, smearing some pre against it before placing it at your lips to push into your mouth. Your little hand is wrapped around Soap’s length, and he’s struggling to resist thrusting against your soft palm like a teenager. König stands behind you, slightly hunched so he can cup and thumb at your tits.

You can’t take all of Ghost, but he’s pleasantly surprised at how far you get, stroking what you can’t reach with your lips.

“You trainin’ ‘er, Colonel?” he wonders aloud, stroking your cheek and staring back into your big, black eyes.

“Ja. Almost daily. She’s made quite a bit of progress… always eager to push herself. Isn’t that right, kleine siedenmotte?”

You purr around Simon’s cock in response, lathing your tongue over his shaft. Soap puts his hand on your cheek, gently pulling you away and guiding you towards himself. He can feel the watchful gaze of the Austrian titan on his hand, and he can swear he’s never been so careful in his fucking life.

“Sharin’s carin’, LT. C’mon, bonnie, be sweet on me fer a spell,” he murmurs. He groans loudly when he feels the warmth spit against his cock as you slick him up before taking him into your mouth.

Simon and Soap pass you back and forth like that, your head swimming from the taste of them. König’s hands roaming your skin don’t do anything to ease the rising tensions, sucking and moaning harder when your sensitive nipples are tugged and played with.

“Fuck, hen— want me t’paint that pretty face with my load, bonnie?”

You nod and moan with a quiet mhm, pulling your mouth away from him to stroke him off with both hands. He grunts, a deep, pleased sound coming from his chest as he grips your hair to keep you still, his cum landing against your cheeks and lips. You’re quickly tugged back to attend to Ghost as soon as he’s finished— the lieutenant’s patience clearly waning.

“You can push her a little harder. Show Geist how grateful you are for him looking after you, liebe,” König encourages, his hand finding the back of her head to guide you deeper into Simon’s cock, his tip dipping further into your throat. You gag, but keep your head still, just trying to swallow through it and breathe.

“Shit— s’a good little bird,” Ghost nearly chokes, his hips bucking. Your wings start to beat a little as you struggle to handle him, spit leaking from your lips and dripping down your chin, onto your chest. Another harsh stutter of his hips and he’s growling, a fist in your hair as he spills his load into your tight little throat. You swallow and trill, leaving his cock shiny with your saliva as you pull yourself off on him.

“Ser gut, mottechen. Always doing just as I say, ja? Ein perfekter angel,” König praises, taking you back into his arms to pick up. He pulls and smooths your sweater back into place carefully.

“I am in your debt, Lieutenant. Feel free to call upon me.” God, König hopes he fucking doesn’t. Part of why he picked Ghost for this— knows the man won’t make any interpersonal interaction into more than momentary.

“Sure he’d be right happy t’babysit for ye again, Colonel. Bring the wee thing back around here sometime, won’t ye?”

“Perhaps,” he says noncommittally. With another curt nod, he’s off. You put your chin on your titan’s shoulder, looking back at the two of them and waving goodbye. Soap feels like he’s been hit with Cupid’s arrow.

“So cute, in’t she? Oughta get somethin’ like that for m’self,” Johnny sighs, clapping his Lieutenant on the shoulder.

“I wouldn’t trust you with a cactus, Johnny.”

[reaping-the-benefits]

Hybrid Soap x Hybrid Reader x Owner Ghost (MDNI)

Where you and Soap are Ghost's puppies, and he takes such good care of you both. You're new to the household, and you're so sweet, some kind of lap dog hybrid.

Soap, on the other hand, is a guardian dog. He's protective when he needs to be, but most of the time, he's just a big goofball who likes to follow you around. Also likes to shove his face into your crotch when Ghost isn't home, eating you out like a man starved.

He's rough with you, desperate to have you. You can't blame the poor man. Ghost never shares you once he gets home, having you cuddled up in his lap, bouncing on his cock, with no room for poor Soap to join.

[docdudo]

Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 6)

It was getting colder, the days shorter, the nights longer... which meant, you were now stuck with John and Simon buying clothes.

You all ate relatively quickly before that, considering you barely munched in a small burger and fries before giving all the rest to Simon, and soon enough, you were all in a children's clothing store.

You insisted that you didn't really need many clothes, maybe just a jacket, since you didn't have one, and going out without a jacket in this temperature is pratically a death sentence for a human.

So, at first, you did agree to buying clothes, they did seem worried too, so you figured, why not?

But at this point, as you watched them get way more than you first imagined, you were starting to panick a bit.

"I-I really don't need that many, r-really...!"

"There's no way we are letting you out when it's getting close to snowing without proper winter clothing." John huffs slightly, his voice sounding rough this way. "I know how delicate humans are to the weather, you need gloves, thick socks, beanies, warm jackets, pantyhoses..." He lists casually, not even looking your direction as he goes through the toddler's section of the clothing store.

You could only feel yourself being gently bounced on Simon's arms as he tries to reason with you.

"We do have a few clothes from our kids' younger years. But it's not that many, and we don't have socks, or gloves, or beanies, this small anymore."

You frown a bit in nervousness, not sure about all this, but there's little you could do against the stubborness of a dragon.

"Okay, this should be enough." John smiles, taking the bag of clothing to the cash register.

You sigh a little, tiredly leaning against Simon. You got used to him carrying you around, considering he has been doing this for a few hours without tiring at all.

And you also got used to the stares people threw your way... and the coos and aww's too....

But at this point, you were tired. So freaking tired. You weren't one to usually go out, like, ever. So, here you were, drooping slightly against Simon, your breathing getting slower.

"I know, I know, we're going back after this." Simon murmured close to your ear, adjusting your position on his arms so you could lean more against his chest and shoulder, a heavy, giant hand rubbing against your small back.

"Mhm... why... why didn't... the others come too...?" You mumble softly, not managing to contain yout curiosity any longer as you watched John pay for the clothes a few feet away.

"Johnny and Kyle are making last minute adjustments to the house." Simon answers simply, even tho you clearly had a confused expression on your face now.

"Adjustments....?"

"Just some simple stuff. Do you remember how you had to use a car seat to get here due to your height? We got the car seat before, but we still had to do some repairs around the house to be a better fit to your size."

"T-That's... Ah... o-okay..." You nod quietly, not knowing what to say to that.

Tho, you were pretty curious to know what kind of adjustments they did around the house.

"Ready to go?" John asks as he comes back close to you.

"Yeah. The kid's tired." Simon nods easily, already starting to make his way back to the parking lot, John right behind him.

"Of course they are. Let's hurry home then."

After waking up, strapped to the car seat as you felt the car come to a stop, John gently unbuckled you and set your feet on the ground, pushing you softly so you could go into the direction of the entrance, where both Johnny and Kyle were already waiting for you.

"Wee lass, come 'ere!!" Johnny smiles excitedly, only to scoop you up from the ground as soon as you got close enough.

It seems he couldn't hold his instincts in any longer. But... that's okay, considering you were in Simon's arms just some time ago.

Johnny immediatly started to nuzzle into you, taking you inside the house as his tail wagged behind him easily.

"Do ya wanna play with me, pup?" He asks, soft, but excited at the same time.

"They're tired, Johnny." Simon says as goes inside, giving a kiss to Kyle as they pass by eachother, John coming right behind with the things they bought. "Put them to nap a lil'."

Johnny pouts a little, ears pressing down and tail stopping.

"I really wanted to play with the pup..." He almost whines, holding you closer to him.

He felt so damn warm...

"Tav, remember when we had the babies for the first time?" Kyle comments, a soft smile on his face. "Imagine it's like that once again. No playing yet."

"Aye, aye." He sighs, and you try to contain a blush at how they talked about you like you weren't even there. "Time to sleep, yeah, pup? Maybe a bit of cuddles?" The hand that wasn't holding you against him goes to your wrist as he gently pushed his hand under your sweater sleeve, frowning a bit as he felt that you were indeed a bit cold. "Yeah, cuddles, pup. Warm yah right up, yeah?"

He was murmuring softly like he was deep in his instincts, that damn babyish talk coming out once again as the werewolf walked easily all the way back to your room and went inside, closing the door behind him, not bothering to turn on the lights.

"Need warm clothes now, saw that John got you some, very good..." He mumbled like he wasn't even talking to you, affected by his protective instincts. "Glooves, and a wool beanie, wee pup... all bundled up, and warm... let's get warm, yeah? Let's lay down, here..."

And he took you straight to the middle of the room, where the nest carved into the ground was. He didn't even hesitate as he simply threw himself onto the soft blankets and pillows, laying against them confortably and immedaitly putting you against his warm side, tucked between his chest and arm, pulling a blanket to tuck you in gently.

You could barely process what was happening, but you let him, actually feeling... confortable. It was warm, he was warm, and the weird nest thing was definetly soft. And you were tired... so tired, you spend a long time out of the house...

It wasn't a surprise that you fell asleep quickly against him, swearing that you could hear some kind of weird noise and fell some kind of weird vibration by your side. Do werewolves purr?

Well, you could always search later. Right now, you were busy napping against the big and warm werewolf, who thrilled and cooed happily at you.

[bluegiragi]

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