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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???
#cod fanfic#simon ghost riley#cod#pls help#ghost fanfiction#cod x reader#angst#hybrid#hybrid user#hybrid soap#mean ghost
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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.
#call of duty#john soap mactavish#simon ghost riley#kyle gaz garrick#captain john price#hybrid soap#German shepherd hybrid soap#cod mw2#cod mw3#dogboy soap
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hybrid/shifter 141 + Laswell and Graves in their full animal forms
#141 hybrid au#cod hybrid au#hybrid price#hybrid gaz#hybrid ghost#hybrid soap#hybrid graves#hybrid laswell#everyone from my scenario thing + laswell bc i didn't want to leave her out#honestly just an excuse to draw something cute
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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
#tw hybrids#call of duty#call of duty x reader#cod smut#cod x reader smut#captain john price#john price smut#captain john smut#john price cod#john price x you#simon smut#ghost smut#johnny smut#soap x reader smut#kyle x reader smut#hybrid smut#kyle garrick smut#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost riley x you
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cockatrice (part 1)
early access + nsfw on patreon
#welcome to the not-so-covert op!#btw cockatrice hybrids are shifters (like Soap or Horangi)#and this one is of the larger land-type variant (larger body but useless wings).#full eye contact can induce momentary paralysis#hence gaz's attempt to put a blindfold on the fucker#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#cod mw2#ghostsoap#giragi art#monster 141 au
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COYOTE-GRAVES CHASING AFTER FARM-CAT READER!
Just a pretty little kitty that enjoys the finer things in life, lazily patrols the farm for this and that- reporting back to guard dog Ghost occasionally.
She’s out on the far part of the pasture, lazing around when she see’s Graves behind the fence.
Oh- he’s calling out to her! Hm- she get’s up and slowly starts to walk away like she never heard him- oh he jumped the fence! Maybe walk a little faster- Fuck! He’s following her! Time to run!
Her fluffy groomed behind sprinting back to the barn with Graves snapping at her heels, crazy about this *pretty* little kitty. He knows that you’re a kitty- you’re not meant to take his knot, you’re not really big enough to take his knot but, your body isn’t built to take his knot, BUT! it’s worth trying sweet girl! Get back here!
While you’re just trying to find Guard dog Ghost- why can you never find his scary ass when you need him!!!! Bastard!
(Maybe you try and dart for the doggy door of the house *but, it’s a door for actual dogs* and your ass get’s stuck half way through the door.)
Imagine Ghost’s surprise to hear his kitty howling her head off with Graves shuffled up behind her trying to shove his knot in. Just relax a little kitty!
You have no idea that this ask has been knocking around my brain all day now
And the day started out so good for you too!! :(( You woke up snuggled all warm and happy between the two huge farm guard dogs, Simon and Johnny, who, before you went out on your own, manage to sneak a little nip here and there and tickled you with their tongues a bit, y'know for a good start Kitty!
The 'lucky' tongue tickling didn't do it's job though since now you have a pervy and very horny Coyote Hybrid chasing after you >:( You've seen the wild blonde hybrid before on the premises of the farm, always lurking and stalking when the sun was setting, his eerie eyes almost glowing in the setting light making you meow and run away back to the barn where your nest is and now he's chasing after you bc he wants to mate :((
And as you're running Philip is both horny and frustrated; why are you running?? Come back pretty girl! Sure you're smaller than him and his knot can be a challenge but c'mon Kitty, he promises it will be worth it! He's very virile and strong, he can take good care of you!
Besides it's not like it will be your first time taking dick and knot this big; Philip is lurking around the farm for a while now and has seen you mate so much with the huge guard dog hybrids, Ghost and Soap, that he's actually surprised that you're not knocked up with a litter of pups by now. Not to mention that he saw you sniffing and slinking around that mean old bull, Price, who always charges at him on sight >:(
Imagine Ghost's and Johnny's rage when they find poor you held down by Philip who literally dragged you out of that doggy door and is now thrusting without abandon as you yowl and moan, your soft, broad hips high with your tail fluffed up as the mean Coyote tries to fit his fat knot inside your cunt with a nasty smirk on his annoyingly handsome face </3
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#hybrids au#hybrid au#cod x reader#cod mw x reader#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#philip graves x reader#graves x reader#soap x reader#johnny soap mactavish#john soap mactavish x reader#john mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish#simon riley cod#simon ghost riley#simon riley#philip graves
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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)
#no idea what animal hybrid soap might be pls share headcanons if u have them#my brain is often empty#call of duty#cod fanart#cod mwii#cod mw2#call of duty modern warfare#simon riley#simon ghost riley#cod ghost#digital art#art#artists on tumblr#fanart#cerberulix art tag#mermay#mermay 2024
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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.
#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#dog hybrid!Soap#dog hybrid!reader#fem!reader#ghoap#ghoap x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#john soap mactavish x reader#ghost x soap#ghost x soap x reader
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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
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“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.”
#call of duty#cod mw22#johnny soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#dogboy johnny mactavish#dogboy soap#ghostsoap#hybrid#hybrid soap
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bark, bark, bark
hybrid!john "soap" mactavish
cw: hybrid!au, smut/pwp, heat/rut, breeding, pregnancy, enemies-to-lovers, dog!reader, dog!john, owner!simon, doggy style filth
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"well, aren't ya just a dream." john said as he sat at the kitchen table. his tail swayed from side to side as he looked at you.
you were standing close to your new owner, simon riley. you had a pretty pink collar on and your ears were flat against your head. your arms were crossed and you looked annoyed.
john or 'soap' as simon called him, was a dog. as were you. while your breed was defined and regal. you were certain that simon found john behind a dumpster of a fish n' chips place. but you'd have to get along with your fellow hybrid if you didn't want to end up being re-homed.
john just thought you were perfect, but in as sneering kind of way. almost mocking as he pulled at your floppy ears and your hair. he even got you by the collar once and brought you to the tiled floor of the farmhouse the three of you lived in.
you'd often yip and growl at one another in the living room as you fought over the remote. which often left you both scolded by your owner. if you were on your knees one last time in front of simon while the larger man wagged a finger at you, you were going to put the mutt's throat between your teeth and clamp down.
but then it happened. something you had dreaded, you thought at least simon would've gotten you some birth control shots before you heat took over. you felt some embarrassed, like a fucking idiot because you were leaking all over the bed you slept in.
hybrids slept in beds like any other human, but while simon kept his minimal. yours was covered in all manners of pillows and stuffed animals. which gave you ample room to find something to put between your legs. you covered your mouth with your head as you got on your knees with the pillow between your legs.
you rutted against it, hoping that the fabric would catch your clit through your shorts. you whimpered a little but tightened your hand across your mouth. you hoped that john didn't catch the smell of your heat. the last thing you wanted was for that stupid dog to be smelling your pussy like the animal he was.
"fuck." you muttered to yourself as you found you couldn't get enough friction from the pillow. you peeled of your shorts with the crotch of your panties soaked, and put your legs on either side of the pillow once more and rutted against the edge.
you squeaked a little and panted around your hand as you rolled your hips. heat raced through your body and electricity was shot through your clit from the sensation of the pillow against it. you could only imagine the stain that would be left on the pillow by the time you were done.
your toes curled as you continued to move, you were getting lost in your head as you moved across the fabric. you let out the smalles tnoises and couldn't even stop to hear if you could hear anyone outside your door.
it was why you didn't hear the stealthy john come into your room, or creep towards you in the dark. his nose was in the air as the alluring scent of fertile hybrid filled his brain. you didn't even know he was so close until he pounced onto the bed and shoved you into the mountain of soft objects.
you yelped and tried to kick your legs out in defense, but he kept you pinned rather tightly to the bed. his nose was in your neck as he took a healthy inhale. he groaned and you felt his cock twitch against your bare ass.
you knew your pussy was getting the front of his shorts soaked.
"what do we have here?" he asked, already a little drunk from the scent, "is my girl fuckin' her pillows? bein' bad." he growled against your neck as he pushed you further into the bed, causing your hips to raise higher.
"john!" you yelped.
"that's it, doll. my precious girl. i know i tease ya, but this is worse than anything i've ever done." he said with a dark edge to his tone, "ruttin' in your bed all alone. with your mate."
you melted at the word, you hated him but the lust was clotting your brain from coherent thought. all you could feel about was the heat against you. the larger hybrid up against you.
"please, john." you whimpered, "you can't breed me. get simon."
he kissed at your neck, his fangs nipped against the back of it, he continued to rub up against you, "i don't think so, doll. i think you need me more than you need simon." his voice was low, "you need some cock." he chuckled, "my cock."
you whimpered, "please."
"don't worry, i promise i was a easy pup to rear." he chuckled lowly, "you, me and baby, quite the trio. maybe if we're lucky, we'll have two boys."
you whimpered, in your state the thought sounded alluring. you couldn't imagine alife without john in that moment. even though he bullied you, you couldn't imagine him NOT fucking you in that moment.
"ya like that don't ya, girlie. you like the idea of you being all pregnant with my pups. you'd be a lovely girl like that." he chuckled as he pulled down his shorts under his cock, freeing it.
his cock was impressive, it was large with heavy balls that showed that he'd be a good breeder. he was impressed with it and hoped it would fit in your tight virgin hole.
"here it comes, love." he said, "now be good for me, i want to feel every inch in ya." he chuckled as he guided his cock into your sweet hole, effectively ruining your virginity. he sank into it slowly and felt the air leave his chest.
"ah!" you whimpered as you buried your head further into the stuffed animals on your bed. you exhaled deeply to keep yourself relaxed so you didn't hurt yourself. but his cock was already deep in you.
"holy shit. i wished you went into heat sooner." he growled, "you feel amazin', doll. i could fuck ya forever, give ya a whole bunch of litters to take care of." he chuckled as he puffed his chest out with pride. his cock was a tight fit in you, but it felt so good. you were so wet that he slid in easily, there was no struggle to fuck his little wife.
wife, that was a term he would ever think that he'd call you. but what else would you be? a slut? his fuck hole?" the thought made him chuckle as he started to thrust in and out of you.
your eyes rolled back, his cock soothed the fire in your belly. it was what the primal part of your brain needed. you needed cock, specically HIS cock. it was the only thing that you'd allow in you. you didn't NEED simon, you just needed john to fuck the discomfort away!
easy as that, and john was happily able to do that for you. he would make you feel nice and good. he held you down by your head and you felt hot all over as he thrusted up into you. he growled and tried not to make too much noise to alert his owned.
your breathing was shaky as you clutched onto a pillow under your head. you panted heavily as you felt hot all over. this heat was almost painful and it ran like a current in your body. you felt skittish but drowning in the depths of pleasure.
"ah! please! ah!" you panted, "john, please."
"i got ya, lass." he chuckled, "don't worry. i'll make it all better. don't worry about anything." he continued to thrust in and out of you. he felt hot all over too. his head was clouded with the scent of your want for him.
his heart raced as he felt his t-shirt cling to his chest as he continued to move. you tried to meet his pace but your brain was so empty that you could barely keep up. you had never felt this full before. you whimpered so pathetically, john just knew that he would have to take care of you. after all that was what a husband did.
your lover, your husband, the father to your many, many pups. that was a title he could be proud of. it only fueled him to bury his cock deeper inside of you. the bed squeaked and john breathed heavily through his nose as his hips slapped against your ass.
"pretty thing." he purred, "bein' such a bitch all this time. but i knew better, i knew you wanted me." he chuckled a little, proud of himself that he got to bed the little birdie that has been in his home the past couple of months.
"john." you said lazily, "it feels so good." you panted wildly. you felt like there was a flat line in your head, everything kind of rolled off your tongue without thinking much of it. ypur cutn was soaked, you could feel the wetness all the way down to the back fo your thighs.
"so good." he said, "simon is gonna know how good you were for me. once you're all swollen with my puppies. keep ya nice and fat with litter after litter. i'll make sure nothin' happens to them, our little family." he panted wildly like the dog he was. he threw his head back as his hips bounced against you. his cock pushed in and out of your aching hole.
he would douse the fire in your soul, he'll simmer you down. but in exchange you'll get morning sickness and in nine months squirming hybrids in your arms. you moaned at the thought, you knew you were close to your climax.
"mine. got it?" he said, less like a question and more like a statement as he pulled your head away from the pillows. you gasped for air after being in the heat of the pillows.
you moaned loudly as you felt yourself climax around his cock. further making a mess. he growled in happiness as he gave one last thrust of his hips and he finished inside of you.
the noise must've woken up simon. because when he went into your room, he found you going at it once more. he sighed and made a note to get you some plan b in the morning. he didn't need more puppies roaming the halls of the farmhouse.
he also reminded himself to get you some birth control shots to make sure this didn't happen again.
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simon's plan failed. it failed pretty badly. because by the time he got the birth control. it was too late, you were pregnant with john's baby. simon was thankful that it was just ONE.
at least you two got along...
"goodamnit, soap!" you shrieked.
there was a commotion in the kitchen. simon sighed and got up from his seat. he saw one very pregnant hybrid and the one who got her pregnant in the kitchen. you two were snapping jaws at one another.
"i wish you'd go back to fuckin'." he grumbled.
#bunny babbles#call of duty smut#soap call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty#cod hybrid au#hybrid au#cod modern warfare#soap cod#cod#cod smut#soap smut#john mactavish x reader#john soap mactavish#john soap mctavish smut#john soap mctavish x reader#john soap mctavish x you#john soap x reader#soap mactavish#soap x reader#reader insert#puppy au#call of duty soap#soap
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if you’re still writing for the monster 141, what about a bay hybrid reader, who is just on the edges on going into hibernation because the base is in a colder area/remote snowy location
I’m gonna assume you mean bear?
Cw: bear hybrid!readr, hibernation, binge eating, hoarding, tell me if I missed any.
Winter was creeping closer and closer by each day, your instinctual need to sleep away the cold calling to you louder than the prior days. There was a bone-deep exhaustion that clung to you, the heaviness that cold weather brought to you was a constant and nagging feeling that urged you deeper in the nest you’d built yourself in your dark room. Your curtains drawn, lights often closed and locks installed, you’d spent the weeks preparing, hoarding soft pillows, thick blankets and clothes from people you were familiar with.
They were surprised when you brought it up, blinking tiredly and occasionally yawning in the afternoon, stumbling between everyone’s rooms with a small plea on the tip of your tongue. You took whatever they were willing to give you: a blanket from Price and Rudolfo, a shirt from König and Gaz, a jacket from Ghost and Horangi, and a pillow from Soap and Alejandro. As long as it smelled like them, a lingering reminder that you weren’t alone in your humid room, their musk grounding and safety. You wouldn’t be alone.
Price had known you were - like most bears - prone to hibernation, taking between one to three month of your year sleeping away the cold, sinking into your mountain of fabric and sleeping off the coldest months. Your time depended on the year, the warmer it was, the less you slept, and the colder it was, the longer you slept. It might’ve been a bother in people’s eyes - humans - but it was instinctual, a primal part of your brain that still clung to your ancestors who strayed from the path of being normal bears. You couldn’t ignore the pull, the call to sleep, it wasn’t possible for a bear like you, and you were fortunate to have such accommodating teammates.
You grew hungrier, your stomach becoming an endless pit, an abyss that kept taking dish after dish, stocking up in fat and calories that you’d burn during your sleep, keeping you sustained and alive without having to wake up. You ate whatever you that was within your reach, the cold bread, the warm milk, the leftover of two days ago or Soap’s surprisingly good cooking, nothing was safe when you were a big and grumpy and hungry bear near hibernation. Ever supportive and helpful, Soap and Alejandro would jump in to cook for you, hooking Gaz and Rudolfo into being their sous-chef whenever they were free. It was the delicious scent of home cooked and warm meals that brought you to the kitchen, if it wasn’t a call for fixing up someone, it was the smell of good food.
You were ravenous, gulping down the many, many plates the duo - occasionally quartet - placed on the table, their chests puffed up pridefully at your quick eating, you were practically breathing them in. Your constant eating helped you pack some weight, your skin stretched to accommodate your growing amount of fat that would ultimately burn over the months. And when the day came, you were low on energy, grumpy and easy to anger, your patience running paper thin, bidding your goodbyes and see you soon, wrapping your arms around them and teasing them about missing you during your lockdown.
You’d sleep through the cold winter months and wake up to a warmer and busier time, to a welcoming and excited team that had spent the better half of winter waiting impatiently for the TF’s medic to wake up.
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#jeez johnny at least give it an hour before you start shamelessly flirting with your superior#erm. hello sdjfak#the revival of monster 141 au is upon us#after a. many many months long hiatus sdjfkalk#the mw3 trailer was a pure shot of adrenaline#and also i think im finally ready to do more with comics like this#thank you for your patience#as a refresher#price is a dragon hybrid#gaz is a crow harpy hybrid#soap is a werewolf#ghost is a wraith#none of them are straight#cod mw2#simon ghost riley#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish#monster 141 au#giragi art
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i love the idea of bull!price breeding cat!reader in broad daylight so the boys see him and grow furious as bull!price cages us under his body,, the boys try nip and lick reader but bull!price simply uses his strong legs to kick the others away,, making sure the rest of the men can't do anything but watch and bark as cat!reader gets cockdrunk on price's much larger cock and warm and hairy body before filling her up with his cum or cumming all over her body and showing her off to the heated (in more ways than one) men, ahh that's the dream
Bull!Price's huge, strong body is absolutely covering yours, mounting you from behind, rubbing his heavy, potent musk on you as you continue to mewl and moan in delight and blinding pleasure :(
You can try and squirm away from the borderline overstimulation and John's huge cock battering your poor, wet cunt but there's no escape; John will just let out a rumbly huff, groan something about a 'naughty bratty kitty' before hauling you back by your fluffy tail back with you wailing out because his sensitive, flared tip hit against your cervix and spat out more of his fertile cum against your most intimate place :((
And it doesn't help one bit that this is all happening out in the open field in broad daylight where any hybrid can see you getting defiled and bred like some heifer. While John delights in getting the message that you're marked by him and you're his pretty kitty, unfortunately there are some cons to this, namely that damn pack of dog hybrids that took to try and breed with you and claim you as theirs >:(
They try to interfere, at first growling and buffing at the coupling pair, Ghost growling and snarling while Kyle and Soap started to whine early on, their cocks hanging and leaking while trying to get your attention but you're way too fucked out to notice or care.
The two younger hybrids would try to sneak close and try to lick or nip at you, Johnny ever the brave pup even trying to sneak under you to suck your tit but the huge bull hybrid is having none of it; no ones getting close to a mating pair so he kicks his powerful leg out, his hooves getting dangerously close to the whining hybrids while his strong arms pull you even harder against his chest, a snarl of his own making its way onto his face.
Those damn dogs can sure try to take you away or think that you're theirs; even better that they're here and watching you. It will make it all the more pleasurable and victorious for John when he shows them how a real breeding bull fucks and claims his girl <33
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Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader (Part 5)
You were never one to complain. Living in the foster system means accepting all kinds of shit that comes with being an orphan in a stranger's house.
You almost never received any presents. It was rare the times you did get something at your placements, but if you did, it was a hand me down. Like the thin blue jacket you came wearing, that was a present from a divorced mother who kids were already too big for the jacket. Or the white dress that a christian family gave to you so you could go to church with them 'dressed appropriately'.
Well, you couldn't complain about that one. The simple white dress is to this day your 'fanciest' piece of clothing.
You wouldn't say you were that much of a picky eater either, but you certainly didn't like all kinds of food... which is pratically torture in the system. You just learned to push all kinds of food down your throat quietly, and if it was truly too bad for you to manage? You would simply come up with a weak excuse and run away from the food.
Being any kind of picky eater in the system was torture. Even worse if you have allergies. You knew a boy at your last group home that was allergic to glutten and peanuts, and he was basically as thin as you were. He was still bigger, being a cat hybrid and all, but at least you knew you weren't the only one suffering at these houses.
So imagine your surprise when John, the big hybrid dragon, spend his whole morning gently coaxing you to go shopping with him and Simon, to get 'things you might need', and 'snacks you might like to eat', and even 'go grab lunch at the mall'.
At first, you were too nervous and anxious to say anything, mostly just staring back at him as you fidgeted quietly in place. It took Johnny joining the conversation excitedly, Kyle sending you stupid thumbs up quietly from the living room couch, and Simon picking up the keys to their car while looking at you expectantly for you to finally agree to go with them.
So here you were, walking between two giants of men at a big and loaded shopping center, nervously trying to keep your pace matched up to theirs as Simon made sure to keep a hand enveloped tightly around your much smaller hand.
Worse of all? A lot of people were looking your way. Big hybrids like Price and Ghost weren't unnusual, but the small little human holding their hand surely was. Not only human, but a human under the care of hybrids. You wanted to burry your head in a deep hole and never come out.
"Darlin'." John's deep and purred voice called your attention immediatly as you looked up at him quietly. "Don't try and wander off, understood?"
You nod quietly, slightly intimidated by his tone and serious face.
"Good baby." He purrs out, giant hand coming down on your head as he messes slightly with the small strands there. "Now, sweetness, let's buy you some things."
"I... I really d-don't need anything..." You murmur quietly, a bit anxious about them wasting money on you.
Both of them looked at you with those serious expressions for a few seconds, considering you. John smiled slightly as he compromised, lifting both hands up.
"Then let's look around, if we find something, then that's good." His laugh is deep, slow and rough. It's clear the smoke from his dragon side had some effect on his throat. That, and he probably smoked cigars and cigarettes too.
You just nodded quietly, not willing to go against his word, as you three kept walking around. That is, until Simon grunted, fixing the surgical mask on his face and looking down like he was thinking of something.
".......what...?" You murmur softly, confused.
"I think you're breaking Simon's back, hun." John laughed deeply, shaking his head slightly.
"W-Wha...?"
"You're too small for me to hold your hand confortably." The wraith deadpanned. "Stay still."
"W-Wait, wh- Aah!"
You were stunned for a second, as you were suddenly held high up. Big, thick arms held your legs easily, making you sit in the crook of his elbow, as he held you to his side like a toddler. It was enough to shut your little squeak of surprise as you were just in shock now.
"Simon, I told you to be gentle." The dragon smirked slightly, tho his voice a bit more rough than usual as it seems to always have an edge of a growl on it.
"I am." The wraith grunted quietly as he started to walk once again. "This is the best option for the both of us. Right, luv?"
"A-Ah... I..." You were too flustered to properly say anything, but you still nodded your head slowly, trying to settle on his arms.
"See?" Simon smirked under his mask to John, as the older man simply rolled his eyes with a smile on his face.
"Say, darlin'. Do you like ice cream?" John offers out of nowhere as he smiles confidently, ignoring Simon's remark.
".....some flavors, yeah..." You mumble back, a little arm holding on Simon's shoulder as you looked around quietly, trying to ignore other people's looks.
"What's your favorite?" He asks easily, taking a different path as Simon followed close behind.
"...Vanilla is good..."
"Good, then vanilla is what you're gonna get." He answers simply, with the confidance you don't think you have ever seen on anyone else.
"...it's... it's really okay if you don't..." You try quietly, only to see him shaking his head slowly, looking over his shoulder that didn't have the wing, expression serious and stoic as his rough voice murmured.
"I provide to my hoard, little hatchling. It would do you good to remember that."
Those words, spoken in that way, was enough to immediatly shut you up, your body instinctively curling on itself (more on Simon really) at the sigh of an intimidating predator.
Tho, Simon didn't let you suffer in your fear and anxiety, as his big and wide palm settled on your small back, pulling you closer to his chest for confort as he was speaking, slow and quiet, even if his voice always sounded rough.
"Price's not mad, fledgling. Stay calm. He's not mad, much less mad at you. He's just a protective bastard." He snorted quietly, bouncing you a little on his arms to help you calm down.
"Watch it, Riley." Price mumbled, tho he had a small smile on his face as he slowed his pace a bit to stand by you and Simon, big hand now being placed on your upper back, which was a slightly shock due to how warm it felt. Simon was wearing gloves, but he felt much cooler. "And i'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to scare you."
He was also doing that subtle baby voice, keeping his voice much quieter as he leaned in and gently nudged half of his face against yours, making you freeze a bit at the action. It really felt like a big animal was trying to be apologetic.
"If Kyle was here, you would've gotten an ear full." Simon commented simply as he watched, amused.
"Thank god he isn't." John huffs a little, stepping back. "I don't need mother hen scolding me for this. I didn't even growl." And now, he was leaning slightly closer again, that quiet and gentle tone coming back as he looked at your small, nervous face. "I'm not that scary, am I, darlin'?"
"'Course you are, for a small little thing like this?" Simon laughs roughly, shaking his head, his grip in you getting firmer.
"I-I'm not scared..." You mumble quietly, playing a bit with the sweater that they lent it to you yesterday, not making eye contact with either of them.
"Of course not, darlin'..." John cooed deeply, tho his tone made it clear that he wasn't taking your answer seriously, rubbing your head gently. "Come on."
In the end, they got you a vanilla ice cream on a big cone, that you were licking it quietly. They were speaking with eachother as they planned what next things to buy, and what stores to visit. You weren't paying that much attention, just focusing on your vanilla ice cream as Simon carreid you around.
You got used to him carrying you, and now, you were much more confortable on his hold.
"Baby, look here." John's voice once again called your attention as you lifted your head from the ice cream to stare at him. "What do you think of this blanket?"
You tilted your head to the side, slightly confused, but you reached for the soft blanket he brough close, feeling the fuzzy, confortable texture.
"It's... good." You mumble, unsure about what to say.
"Just good?" John asked, considering your answer, looking between you and the blanket, before putting it back in place. "Let's see others, then."
You were not entirely sure what John was trying to do. Maybe buy you a blanket, but... you already had lots of blankets on the bed they gave you. And on the weird nest on the middle too.
Still, you got distracted once again with the ice cream in your tiny hold, going back to licking it. You were already getting a bit full... you were never the biggest fan of ice cream, you got tired of it fast. So, as you looked quietly to the side to stare at Simon's face, you gently brought the cone close to his face, making him look at you passively.
"Do you want a bit...?" You mumble softly, only to see the man pushing his surgical mask to his chin and taking a big bite out of the ice cream you were holding in front of his face.
You managed to see his scary, pointy and large teeth, the slightly too long and sharp tongue at the action, making you instinctively shudder on his hold. It was natural, a human watching their predator showing their dangerous teeth like it was nothing. Still, you were thankful for his help.
"Oww...." You turned a bit alarmed to John's direction as you heard the dragon's deep croon, his eyes getting half-lidded and pupils dilating. "Always soft for the hatchlings, aren't you, Simon?"
Simon just hums, swallowing the ice cream and licking his lips simply, keeping his serious expression.
"I'm used to being the kids' trashcan." He... joked? You were not sure, since he kept his face and tone so stony, but by John's laugh, you deduced it was a joke.
"Here, hun, how does this blanket feel?" John asks as he brings another fuzzy blanket close, light blue and full of colorful little dots.
"Good... confortable..." You mumble, feeling the material.
"Hmmm...." John considered once again, humming as he squinted his eyes.
"John, you know humans don't nest. She's not going to have hard instincts towards blankets." Simon comments, almost bored as te took another bite of your almost finished ice cream.
"I know, it's just... different to see it." John nods slightly before shrugging. "Do you like this color, little one?"
You just nod quietly, now understanding a bit more what was going on. Indeed, you shouldn't expect nesting instincts from a human, but even you could tell when the blanket was confortable and made from a good material.
"Come on, doll. Let's see what else we can find for you before having lunch." John mumbles softly, leaning close once again, quickly kissing Simon on the lips, who kissed back easily, and then kissing you on the forehead gently.
They were... very nice. Even if a bit scary.
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Ghoap X Service-Dog Hybrid!Reader
Trigger warnings: panic attacks, gender neutral reader, ptsd
Did you guys know that sometimes some animals need service dogs? For anxiety and sometimes depression???
Imagine where Simon and Bomb Dectection Dog Hybrid Johnny are honorably discharged.
Simon and Hybird Johnny both get diagnosed with PTSD, so the only logical thing is to get a service animal.
Well thanks to Simon's connections, he was able to join a new program to see if hybrids can also work as service animals.
You, a new trainee, are so excited to be apart of the new program! (Your tail cannot stop wagging when you find out you've been assigned a parnter).
You who moves in with Simon and Johnny while getting paid to be around the clock care-taker.
When you and Johnny lock eyes, Johnny immediately hugging you, scenting you, asking every little thing about what breed you are to about yourself! His tail cannot stop wagging aswell!!
Simon treats you at first like you're just a regular hybrid doing their job, doesn't really pay that much attention besides hearing what Johnny is yapping about.
It isn't until he is affected by his PTSD at a grocery store. A rack in another aisle falls over creating a loud banging sound that echoes throughout the store. Even though he knows it was probably nothing, his immediate action is to take cover, his brain stops being rational, and his anxiety is telling him how he is left in the open with nothing to protect himself with. His chest feels like there is concrete on top of him. Then he feels your hands on his chest, gently reminding him of his breathing, your hands slowly rising and falling to his breathing, making concentrate on his breathing.
After that incident, he starts being more protective of you, starts to open up more, letting you do your job, listening to your recommended breathing and coatching techniques.
Sometimes Johnny gets on high alert when in public, he immediately tries to start smelling or detecting high alert threats.
But then you remind him that he isn't on the field anymore and that he can relax.
In short, they love you so much. And they truly believe they'll be lost without you.
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Based on this ask I got a while back, but I can't stop thinking about red panda hybrid!reader with the entire 141 :((
Jumpy little thing, climbing trees all day and acting annoyed and moody when they try to join you unless they have food on them. Their favorite view is seeing your face light up from its usual pout the second you smell any fruit on them, rapidly climbing down head-first before jumping on them once it's safe enough, trusting that they'll catch you— and they always do.
Simon can be a bit mean sometimes simply because he secretly thinks you're the cutest thing ever, holding up sliced apples in his hand as you attempt to climb his body like a tree, using every single inch of fabric and gear that your paws can touch.
Price's favorite thing is to keep you seated on his lap while he takes care of paperwork, having a plate of fruit that he personally handfeeds you, teaching you how to be patient even when all you want to do is dig your pretty face on the plate of berries. Sometimes the urges win, leaving you with hiccups from eating so fast, and earning you a knowing look from him.
Gaz and Soap like to try climbing with you, although you're much more agile and rarely wait for them. They're usually unable to keep up, simply opting to have chats under the shade of the tree while you nap, arms, legs, and an adorably bushy tail dangling from the tree.
Being the youngest men from the Task Force, of course they have needs. It's an agreement they discussed a while before your heat, keeping their time with you calm and relaxed. You don't even have to tell them you're in heat— they know.
It starts with you becoming needier, sometimes getting aggressive and easily agitated, yet keeping your desperate eyes on them even when you climbed the tree to isolate, blaming it on them being annoying. They persuade you down with food, holding an appetizing apple that makes your stomach rumble, climbing down quickly just for them to take turns sitting you on their laps, hard cocks grinding against your needy cunt even when you try to focus on the food.
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