#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.

[thatoneautisticshark]

Would you consider writing about hybrid Ghoap? Wolf hybrid Simon "Ghost" Riley who has always considered the 141 his pack but is still fairly solitary and dog hybrid John "Soap" MacTavish who also gets the pack instincts but in a more domesticated dog-ish way who somehow managed to get close to Ghost is on my mind more often then I'd like to admit. Lots of wagging tails. I've never sent an ask before but you seemed sad with how few you had :)

Ghost, safe to say, was pissed. The higher ups decided they needed a new team member into their pack, but they were totally fine.

Not only that, he was a canine hybrid?

They had a wolf in the group already, adding a second canine hybrid, that they had never met to the pack meant almost certain fights, and dominance issues.

At the very least the new Hybrid was only a sergeant. So even if he was a cocky bastard trying to be the dominant dog, Ghost still out ranked him.

Although Gaz was excited, he at least understood Ghost's annoyance. The time they had tried to add in another harpy did not go well.The fights that had started were viscous, the new one didn't want to accept that Gaz would not bow to him, and it ended with the new harpy downright trying to fuck up Gaz’s wings with fire, just so he could have the dominant position.

Price was the only one without an issue. Lynx were rare in the military, and usually Reacted more with an automatic bond, then fighting.

But Price understood Ghost's reluctance, and promised he'd deal with the brat if he caused issues.

And so here he stood, with his pack on the tarmac, waiting for the new mutt to arrive. Gaz had dropped his wing over the wolfs shoulder in a little show of comfort that Ghost appreciated.

The truck finally pulled up, containing the new team member. Out hopped a pup with a stupid mohawk? At the very least he wasn't a wolf, and didn't smell of cocky young dog.

The young one, Soap, walked over, his tail lazily wagging. “Heya! I'm John Mactavish, callsign soap. Hybrid of German Shepherd and a retriever.”

Price stepped forward first, introducing himself. “Captain John Price, lynx hybrid. Good to have you on the team.” He introduced, shaking the dogs hand.

Soap nodded “Good to meet you sir.”

At the very least he seemed to have manners, Ghost mused. He wasn't immediately trying to challenge the captain.

Gaz stepped forward, introducing himself as well. Although Ghost could see the tension, he was worried about how the pup would react to Ghost. “Hey mate. Sergeant Kyle Garrick, call sign Gaz. Harpy hybrid. Nice to meet you.”

Soaps' tail was wagging, making him look like an excited pup as he responded. “Nice to meet you too! I like your wings, they look cool.”

Well he was either good at flattery, or very sweet and excited. He moved Infront of Ghost, who was still glaring.

Instead of any kind of challenge like Ghost was tensed for, Soap showed submission. Bowing his head slightly, ears moving back, and tail dipping. Ghost blinked at him for a second, not expecting him to immediately acknowledge Ghost as the wolf in charge. It took him a second to right his brain, before speaking “Lieutenant Simon riley, Ghost. Wolf hybrid.”

The dog kept his head slightly bowed “Nice to meet you”

By the time a few weeks had gone by, Ghost was amazed there had not been an issue. Soap was talented, that was sure, a good shot, skilled fighter and amazing with bombs.

Him and Gaz had struck it off well, already being close friends, and he got along with Price.

He was quickly becoming a part of the pack, and Ghost, surprisingly, didn't resent it.

Soap was always respectful, and still showing signs of submission with Ghost, however ever did seem to seek him out.

Whenever Ghost spoke to him, his tail would be wagging slightly. And despite himself, Ghost found himself enjoying the company of the new pup.

Almost always sitting by him in the mess, working well in tandem, and thinking of him as part of the pack.

So naturally when management decided 3 months after Soap had joined that, no he didn't fit, they had a better placement.

Soap wasn't happy. He thought he'd been bonding well, but he supposed not. He was a bit hurt; none of the team had just told him, rather than getting him moved.

He wasn't expecting when the general brought it up in a briefing that he would be being removed, Gaz to jump to his feet, wings fluffed up in anger demanding why the fuck they were moving soap.

Prince sprung up, ears against his skull in anger “Why are you moving him? He fits in perfectly well?” His voice was laced with anger and growl.

The general stammered slightly “I well.. you guys already have a canine so it'll cause arguments with Ghost” He tried, before being cut off by a deep growl from Ghost.

Ghost stood up, grabbing Soap and pulling him protectively behind himself. “Don't you fucking dare.” He spat “Johnny is part of our pack. I will rip out your fucking windpipe if you try.”

The general froze.. “Uhm.. change of plans, soap is a permanent member.” He quickly stammered.

Ghost gave a huff, nuzzling Soaps, who looked dumbfounded, head.

That was really the jumping point for the close bond. Pretty soon, if one was seen the other wasn't far. After long missions in the heli, they'd be sitting against one another, tails wagging as they nuzzled eachother.

[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 🤷

[quarterlifekitty]

hybrid soap eating hybrid reader out until she cries?

When Soap gets into a rut, sometimes Simon has to pry him off of you. He’ll wake up to hear you crying out from the bed you share with Johnny— cause the mutt felt the urge sometime during the night, and now your pussy is slick and swollen and sensitive from his grazing teeth and unrelenting tongue. Johnny gets fuckin crated and Simon gets you a cold compress and a bath. Leads to soap knocking around in there, begging and jerking off, howling for you to come to him. Man goes through the five stages of grief. Actually, he just flickers between bargaining and anger. He’s either begging, saying he’ll do anything, or growling about how much trouble you’re gonna be in when he gets his hands on you.

[girl-lostconnection]

Eating my orange in the dark and thinking about fruit bat hybrid!Reader x hybrid!141.

When they don’t exactly realise that she is not a usual bat and still joke about vampires and drinking blood while their new addition to the team is fucking vegetarian.

Wolf!Ghost makes a joke about bloodsuckers and Reader just gives him a slow blink and says “Lieutenant, my species are frugivores” and leaves him floored because first of all, what the FUCK are frugivores???

Komodo Dragon!Price opens their file back because he thought he was sent a bat as the new underling and the file is like yeah, you got sent a bat. A FRUIT bat, you old geezer.

Harbour Seal!Soap is just astounded by how much fruit they eat (fruit bats are known to eat anywhere from 50% to 150% of their body weight in fruits) while Harpy Eagle!Gaz is thrilled to have someone who finally GETS him (harpy eagles have the largest talons of any living eagle and males have been seen to carry prey roughly half of their own body weight).

Later the pack finds out that fruit bats have not one but two breeding seasons. Reader will need to fight them off with a stick because “back up, lads, I said BACK UP”. After all they are a hybrid, not an actual fruit bat.

[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

[callsignpxnguin]

Hybrid!Task Force 141

Bear hybrid Price who essentially hibernates during winter and takes you down with him. Whether you’re in the middle of training, eating, or just having a conversation with someone, as soon as he feels the familiar urge to deep sleep he’ll seek you out and drag you into bed so he can cuddle properly. Not that you complain. He’s warm and soft and basically a human teddy bear. And you’ll never admit it, but you sort of like when he snores because the soft, deep rhythmic sounds remind you that he’s here with you and that you’re safe.

Wolf hybrid Soap who physically needs to mark you with his scent, otherwise he’ll go insane. He’ll follow you around base when he’s bored, tail wagging happily, and will take every opportunity he can to lick and nip at your neck in order to stake his claim on you. You’ve also caught him rolling around in your clothes more than once, and while he claims it’s because he took the wrong laundry basket, one time you listened to him outside his room and could hear him mumbling, “Now you’ll smell like me… now you can go around and other people will know you’re mine…”

Lion hybrid Ghost who secretly loves it when you treat him like a big house cat — scratching his head and stomach, giving him silly kitty pet names, stroking and preening his mane, and just basically showing him that you aren’t scared of him and actually feel safe in his presence. A few times when you’ve slept with him you’ve actually heard him purring, fairly loudly, and whilst he’ll never admit to it in public, he knows how guilty he is of the accusations and still can’t bring himself to stop.

Owl hybrid Gaz who stays awake in the daytime just for you, who loves to silently watch you do mundane things like reading and writing, and who will shield you with his wings whenever he gets nervous in a situation and wants to protect you. Sometimes you like to tease him by hooting softly and watching him dart around in surprise, trying to find whatever made the sound in order for him to respond.

[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

[lay-z]

inamorata | 1

Summary: Two retired veterans decide to adopt a domestic hybrid on a whim to bring some much needed light back into their dire lives.

Pairing: hybrid!Ghoap x fem!hybrid!Reader Warnings/Info: 18+ | Hybrid AU ft. black panther!Simon, grey wolf hybrid!Johnny, and maine coon cat!Reader. Despite ears, tails/feathers, and their adapted nature/instincts and personalities, hybrids have human features. | strangers to lovers; class differences; fantasy/fictional setting racism; hurt/comfort; humour; eventual heavy smut; dom/sub elements; fluff; cussing; angst (Mind the warnings for each chapter!)

Based on this idea 🖤

There is an atmosphere of departure around the common hazel just outside the fenced backyard.  

The pair of robins has found their ideal nesting spot in between the high branches of the early blossoming tree after days of scouting the pretty territory. As early as January they start to sprout, Nana had explained to you once, and it’s February now. While other trees around are still leafless and recovering from winter, the common hazel is turning colourful; working hard and earnest to change the lifeless scenery with its tiny deep green leaves and pale-yellow catkins hanging from the branches. 

And joining its effort, the common birds of the area are starting to build their nests, looking forward to spring with natural optimism; stacking sticks and stones and moss to build a home in harmonic teamwork. A home for their offspring to hatch and grow; hidden and protected from predators.  

A breeze makes the thinner branches and catkins sway while the reddish birds huddle together, seeking shelter in a notch of the trunk, puffing their plumage for warmth. Out of a hole at the base of the trunk, a hare pokes its head out, large ears perked. 

You wonder what the hare must’ve heard. You wonder if the breeze is cold, if it would nip at your exposed face and make your furry ears bristle. You wonder if the air smells fresh, perhaps flowery, though definitely exhilarating. And you wonder how the robins sound, if their lovely chirps would make your heart flutter with happiness and longing for more. 

Exhaling a soft, discouraged sigh, you continue to gaze out of the meagre overhead window, curled up on the metallic windowsill high up off the ground of your tiny enclosure; chin resting on your forearm while you clutch your long and cottony, golden tail to your chest, petting it self-soothingly while you try to get lost in your daydreams; drowning out the awful ambient noise of the hybrid shelter along with your terribly empty stomach and grief stricken heart. 

It’s gotten even more crowded after Christmas, now that given away hybrids have been returned to shelters, to the illegal breeders they were bought from, or simply dumped into the streets and on highways before they were snared and detained by the regulatory agency for homeless hybrids–the RAHH. Although the only “homeless” hybrids always only happen to be domestic. The lesser species, meant to serve and obey. 

The other female cat hybrid in this enclosure has been taken to the vet last night after her water broke, leaving you with the luxury to be alone in the tiny space, along with the puddle of amniotic fluids that no one has bothered to clean up yet, so you simply had to let it dry by itself as you lack any towels or blankets to spare for a proper cleanup, though the smell isn't half as bad as the general stench of this wretched place, and to your own horror, you’ve noticed that you’re starting to reek, too. Then again, you can only groom yourself limitedly without a clean source of water and a piece of soap.  

Then, a particularly loud wail from one of the younger dog hybrids in a kennel close by disturbs your thoughts, makes you flinch, and your fuzzy ears flatten anxiously as you peek over your shoulder just in time to watch one of the shelter workers unlock the gate to your enclosure. 

Your ears perk up again, tail twitching hopefully in your grasp as your eyes flicker to her–empty hands. No food. It’s been three days. Your stomach clenches and a wave of nausea threatens to overwhelm you at the prospect of going another day without a meal before something else catches your attention, something way more surprising–two large apex hybrids standing behind the worker, both oozing power and dominance. 

The shelter worker, a stern-looking woman with a tight bun and a clipboard, sighs impatiently as she spots you hiding higher up on the windowsill again. She's used to the skittishness and fear in the domestic hybrids under her care, but your avoidant and clever behaviour is getting on her nerves. Turning to the two apex hybrids, she gestures towards you. 

“This one seems fairly docile and well-behaved. A purebred cat hybrid, female, late 20 or early 30s, we’re not sure. She's healthy and not... uncooperative like some of the others, and it seems like she’s still a virgin.” The worker says, her voice devoid of any real concern or compassion. 

Your eyes widen slowly as the wolf hybrid enters your enclosure confidently, uncaring of the still drying puddle on the concrete floor. His bright gaze is fixated on you, neck craned to meet your fearful gaze with what you can only describe as a cheeky grin; his long grey tail swishes behind him slowly while you get lost in the cerulean colour of his eyes. Bright like the sky, promising freedom. His haircut looks funny. 

“Well, well, well... aren’t ye a bonnie wee thing,” he purrs, his Scottish brogue rumbling through his friendly words. His tail starts to wag as you shift your position, turning around fully and releasing your grasp on your tail to bend over the windowsill to get a better view. Your tail uncurls and stands up straight, its fluffy tip crooking like a question mark–showcasing your curiosity. Your nose twitches as you take a tentative sniff and catch the pleasant cologne on his tanned skin, mixed with his natural musk. 

The other apex hybrid, a massive feline missing half an ear and wearing a black surgical mask, watches the exchange with a guarded expression. His dark tawny eyes, visible above the rim of his mask, are calculating as he assesses you. He takes a step closer and enters the enclosure as well, his broad shoulders and muscular build now crowding the small space while the shelter worker steps out into the corridor. 

“She’s feckin’ gorgeous, Simon,” the wolf hybrid says in awe, his eyes crinkling with mirth as he nudges the other one with his elbow while you duck your head at the compliment, a flush rising to your cheeks. “Looks jus’ like the pic on the website.” 

Simon glances up at you appraisingly; eyes gauging your body language while you tilt your head at the way he wears his sleek black tail tucked around his waist like a belt, still wondering what kind of hybrid he is.  

“Aye, she’s... a vision, and calm, too,” Simon agrees, and his voice catches you off guard–low and gravelly, bordering on a deep, soothing purr that leaves your fur bristling pleasantly. They’re both nice to look at. Strong. He glances over his shoulder at the shelter worker, who’s tapping her foot on the ground impatiently, clutching the clipboard to her chest. “This one will do. We’ll take ‘er.”  

Your breath hitches and your heartrate increases swiftly while your doe-eyes flicker between the apex predators, not quite processing what this means, though the wolf hybrid’s tail wags as he reaches a meaty hand out to you encouragingly. “Ye think it’ll work on her, Si? It certainly doesnae with ye,” he chuckles boyishly before flashing you a charming smile. “C’mon, bon–pspspspspspsps–” 

You tut, brows furrowing at the blatant insult before you glance at the other one, Simon, who simply shakes his head slowly, muttering: “Fuckin’ hell, Johnny.” There is no doubt he’s some sort of feline.  

Meanwhile, the shelter worker nods and makes a checkmark on her clipboard. “Very well, gentlemen. I’ll have her things and the necessary paperwork ready at the front desk in a minute.” 

“You’re... serious? You–You want me?” you ask in disbelief. It cannot be that easy. It cannot be that simple. And they cannot be serious about this. Your stomach growls as you push yourself up on the windowsill, waiting for confirmation while your tail flicks nervously. 

Johnny beams and reaches into the pocket of his hoodie, retrieving a bundle of black leather along with what looks like a chocolate bar. “Ye heard what Simon said, didn’t ye? Hard ta believe those pretty ears are deaf,” he snickers, fumbling with the items before holding a collar and candy up for you to see. A friendly offering, a mouth-watering temptation. You swallow hard and move to climb down from your safe haven, drawn in by the prospect of food, of getting out of this hellhole.

Behind him, Simon clasps a hand over Johnny’s shoulder, squeezing it some and making the shorter man’s tail wag again as dark eyes look up at you expectantly. “Come on down now, sweet’eart. Let’s get you home.” 

[docdudo]

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 dragon hybrid, 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 carried 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.

Part 4 / Part 6

[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.”

[teletubbyinlipstick]

...okay, hear me out, just please hear me out, ur honor. Minors DNI 🔞

Witch!Reader who lives in a cute cottage in the woods; chicken, ducks, goats, and the likes run amuck the yard. She's got 5 cats, and recently, there's a black cat that keeps wondering closer, wary but curious.

She has no doubt in her mind it'll soon be 6 cats wreaking havoc around her property.

Witch!Reader is a nature specialist who has a good hand in healing and flowers (teehehe), and her 4 husbands are all too happy to get whatever she needs for her crafts.

They're protective and giving; doting and so sweet in their ways.

John Price is a grizzly bear shifter that has a yearly ritual of migrating downstream for 3 weeks in late winter. Unfortunately, the reader isn't able to go until the last week of his migration; as all winter, she must be at her cabin, her and her powers as dormant and sleepy as the earth around them. When she's finally able to see her beloved again, she's often in tears sniffling softly into his burly chest.

He coos and cuddles her into his arms, scenting her thoroughly, soft chuffs coming from deep within his sternum.

He's missed her just as much.

Then there's Simon Riley, a grey wolf shifter who stands 8ft at shoulder height when in wolf form. He's protective and spends 2hrs in the morning patrolling the area and remarking his scent (pissing-straight up) to warn others who may lurk around at the smell of a young witch with no coven. He then spends an hour at night giving a final patrol, Johnny and Price often tag along for this one. They've noticed gremlins travel closer near fall when they themselves migrate to the caves up north.

Gremlins are tricky, though, onry by nature and have no qualms targeting and stealing from younglings of all kinds if they think they can get away with it.

Gaz took the liberty of snapping a gremlins neck after it threw poor witch!reader across the yard, diving for some duck eggs. The boys spend the better part of two days soothing her sore body.

Lots of dick to help :)).

Speaking of Gaz, Kyle is a water nymph, his deep connection to water, and by association, nature cause him and the reader to bond fastest. It was him who kissed her first, who got to put her legs over his shoulders first, and he's a bit arrogant about it. This has landed him face down ass up while Johnny shows him where to shove his arrogance, milking him until he's begging for a break. Gaz is cheeky though, he pouts up at Price thinking Johnny will get the same treatment instead it ended with both of them bent over, cheeks red and spanked raw with a vibrator taped to their cocks.

Price leaves them with a firm "learn to get along, boys." Said boys can hear him mumbling about 'unruly cubs' as he leaves.

Johnny is a faery, more specifically a Ghillie Dhu. Him and Simon met first in the dense Scottish highlands. Simon was wounded, and in the months it took to heal, Johnny had wormed his way into his heart. It was only after they both traveled across borders that they stumbled upon the readers' cottage. It took less then two weeks, and Simon caught her riding Johnny in the chicken coop. 2 eggs cracked on the ground beside them where the basket had tipped over. Reader had been terribly apologetic trying to get off of Johnny, but the fae kept her grounded with big hands on her hips, planting his feet firmly before pistoning up into her repeatedly. The sweet witch had no choice but to take it, eyes rolled back and twitching cutely as she squirted on the faeries chest.

Upon returning to earth, the coop was covered in flowers and overgrown vines. Her face erupted red she's never orgasmed so hard she grew things unintentionally. The two men cooed, and she then noticed they had moved her out of the hut and onto Simon's shirt he so nicely laid out for her.

Let's just say they put the rabbits to shame that evening.

Sweet Witch!Reader, who loves her big, strong husbands ❤️ loves when they paw at her while she bats her eyelashes so sweetly. Loves when they take her anywhere and everywhere. She can see the worry on their face when she's in a clearing practicing a new spell. Especially when it goes a lil haywire, and she ends up with a 2nd degree burn across her right leg. Hiccuping into Gazs chest as Price works a healing salve on her leg. She gets a good, long, orgasm for her trouble dopey smile on her face, a hazy content look in her eyes after.

The burn long forgotten.

Anyways lemme know if yall want more lmaoo