#hybrid soap

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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 🤷

[lay-z]

Your dog hybrid neighbour, John (as he'd eagerly introduced himself with a wagging tail when you moved into the apartment complex), who becomes extremely flirty and borderline clingy after merely a handful of weeks living down the hall from each other.

You wave it off as it being in his nature as a German Shepherd hybrid, but little do you know, he's been using his heightened hearing to eavesdrop on you through the walls.

And it's not his bloody fault that you masturbate almost every night, is it? Using a variety of fake knot dildos, watching hardcore hybrid porn on top of that, some of which Johnny recognizes by sound alone.

So, why can't you see that he's simply looking for his forever home, more than desperate to give you what you've been craving, so you can live happily ever after?

[girl-lostconnection]

Little continuation to this because I can’t help it

Seal Soap that gets along with seal Reader better than anyone else: better than Price, better than Kyle, better than Ghost.

Drives the latter one a little mad that his boy is so fucking whipped.

That his boy can’t help but stick with you and smooch you like there is no tomorrow. Like that’s a perfectly regular thing to do.

And while Kyle (who came back flustered and smitten) tried to explain the delicacies of seal to seal communications, Simon doesn’t fucking buy it. There is no such thing as wordless communication, there are scents of course, there are signals and sounds. But completely silent talk initiated by kisses? No, that’s bullshit if you ask him.

Unfortunately, no one fucking does.

Johnny walks you to breakfast and lunch and dinner. Johnny jogs to yours side as soon as you enter the gym, Johnny rolls over so you can have a spot next to him when he’s sunbathing (and bastard never rolls over, he’s greedy fuck who doesn’t like sharing his warm sunny place).

Johnny twitches his upper lip to show off sharp teeth when someone else gets too close to you, guarding new seal on his team like a bloody treasure.

And you don’t seem to mind all the attention.

No, you hum pleased when Soap shares his fish with you, you give him back scratches and quietly groom him in the rec room, you share parcels from home with him.

Simon doesn’t like that you get so quickly acquainted with his boy. Simon doesn’t like that you seem not interested much in whether or not he likes things.

Simon is used to be the biggest meanest dog in the compound, but when he presses you don’t back down and don’t cower. Seems like he isn’t the biggest one anymore.

You smile at him, sharp points of your teeth peeking from under your upper lip but your eyes are cool and it takes him every ounce of willpower not to growl in your face.

Slippery fucking seal, he hates that he doesn’t have grounds for being a bigger dick to you than he already is.

He hates that both Kyle and Johnny seem to disapprove that.

But you aren’t going anywhere.

You chuckle when Gaz shows off his sharpshooting skills, you patiently watch their eagle’s training routine and offer to spot him. You pretend not to notice the way sergeant Garrick stares unblinking at the sliver of skin that shows when you stretch your hands above your head and your T-shirt rides up a little.

You kiss Soap whenever and wherever you feel like, not paying any mind whether or not someone might see it.

You press a short smooch to Soap’s lips during the drills and missions — getting returned one as quickly as yours was given, because Johnny is whipped and “it helps to calm the nerves”. Because apparently you can’t just communicate with words like the rest of them and need to have this secret third thing.

You catch Johnny’s lips routinely, biting his lower lip, rubbing against his stubble like it really can give you some information that you can’t get otherwise. You kiss him after swimming, getting salt off his lips, getting his spirits so high a little more and sergeant is gonna become a bloody kite.

You cup Johnny’s face and press your lips to his — slow and gentle, tongue already sliding between his lips, Soap’s hands holding onto your hips — fingers sinking into the fatty tissue of your ass. It’s not rushed in the slightest, your cool lips meeting his, Soap thumbing the dimples on your lower back so you arch into him. So he has a “just” reason to get handfuls of your ass.

Simon accidentally walks in onto one of these sessions and like a bloody creeper stays in the shadowed corner because the two of you seem a bit preoccupied with whatever “conversation” you have been having.

But to give you two your due — the make out session is indeed silent. There are no whispers, no exchanged sweet nothings, no secret confessions. Nothing.

Like you two can actually talk like that.

Like it is an actual thing.

Simon doesn’t want to admit that it unnerves him ever more. A fling, a moment of passion added to urge to mess with the team he could understand. This? Whatever this is, he can’t. He doesn’t know how.

There is a quiet soft intimacy in the way you hold each other, in the way your kiss seems never ending, in the way you two break it only to rub cheeks or noses. It’s intimacy Ghost hasn’t seen before and he doesn’t know what to make of it.

Not like he can ask, right?

Simon leaves as quietly as he came, trying to mull it over, trying to come up with something — anything — that would fill in the gaps he can feel under his ribs.

He is all heavy bulk and heavy boots and heavy glares, but it doesn’t seem to phase you when you finally corner him in the gym.

Eyes so calm it drives him up the wall, eyes so gentle he feels like wrestling you to the floor so you finally get the point and stay the fuck away from him.

But you just angle his face to you and tap the hem of his mask silently. Eyes calm and chest pressing into his, pressing him into the wall so he can’t run and hide. Slippery fucking seal, he should teach you some fucking manners so you don’t get too cocky around your superiors.

And maybe if you said a single thing he’d push you away. Maybe if you asked him for something, he’d bristle and growl and sneer. But you don’t so Simon is not sure what to make of it.

He just pulls balaclava just above his lips, scar crossing them, part of his upper lip gnarly ugly thing that healed a little too high and left him with perpetual snarl. It’s not pretty.

He isn’t pretty.

Not like Johnny with his shiny eyes and wide smiles, not like Kyle with his full lips and proud slope of the nose.

He knows he isn’t pretty but the wolf in him still gets ready to snap jaws on your neck the moment you mention it. Simon knows he is nothing special, he’d rather a pretty seal didn’t comment on his appearances.

You don’t know his story and he prefers it stays that way.

The feel of cool fingers on his jaw snaps Ghost out of it, your eyes still calm and endless, your breathing ghosting over his lips — you are close enough to drink into his every breath. Close enough to taste desperation rolling off him in waves.

Close enough for him to get handfuls of your ass and pull you flush against him.

Got you, slippery seal. He caught you. He won.

But you don’t seem to mind it, your nose just pressing to his cheek — slowly, like you aren’t sure how much you can do before Simon loses his mind and either mounts or mauls you right on the floor of this gym.

Simon isn’t sure himself what he’d like to do more.

Your breathing on his cheek is feather-soft when you gently rub on his stubble. The same way you did with Johnny just a few days prior. The seal greeting you two do tirelessly.

Ghost hums quietly and tilts his head to the side, so you can reach better, his hands no longer gripping but slowly groping your bum now. Like he is finally letting himself savor it without the fear of your slipping right through his fingers.

There is a beat after which you finally press your lips to his, catching them like he’s an old friend you are happy to see — your tongue asking for permission like Simon isn’t pushing his in your mouth the moment you kissed him.

Simon is all hunger and sharp teeth and heavy glares, but you kiss him and he melts. You open the soft wet heat of your mouth and be pushes his tongue inside, finally tasting for himself salt on your tongue and points of your canines and the gurgly needy sounds your throat makes when he devours your mouth.

When his fingers get to underside of your ass and inner side of your thighs.

Slippery seal, don’t you know that he is the biggest meanest dog in this compound?

But your palms slide under waist of his pants, your nails digging into his lower back so he can’t help but arch into you.

Well, not anymore, he is not.

Ghost grins in your mouth and licks the grin off the tips of your teeth, hoping to poke himself too hard and finally bleed in the chatty mouth of yours.

Seal to wolf communication, eh? That’s something he can understand.

That’s something he’d like to become proficient in.

The next time you press a kiss to Johnny’s lips is during brief and no one spares you a second glance.

By this point, it’s a routine and you two never lose too much time doing this so if seals need to communicate, the rest are going to leave you to it.

Only this time you don’t limit yourself with just Johnny, reaching out to Simon right after — pulling him in by the scruff of his neck and giving him a short smooch as well. Like it’s a completely normal thing too.

Price pauses mid sentence, giving you a long unreadable stare before finally arching his brow, thick cigar between his lips heating up when he pulls air in.

Komodo dragons thrive on hierarchy and you are starting to push it. Thin ice there.

“Seal to wolf communication, sir.”, your grin is wide enough to show off tips of your canines, eyes crinkling when Kyle looks at Ghost with the look of utter betrayal on his face.

Yeah, you will need to come up with something to sweeten it for pretty eagle sergeant as well.

“Didn’t know it was a thing. Can he talk with seals too?”, Price looks utterly unimpressed, eyes heavy with something you can’t quite make out.

“No, sir.”, the answer is as honest as they get, your grin only widening when Ghost slowly licks his lips, lieutenant’s eyes heavy in a way that unrolls a sweet aching in your belly.

Big mean bastard he is. Big bad wolf.

“But he can feel the vibes. Right, L.T.?”, you turn to him and Simon tilts his head to the side, his tail wagging behind him, his tail smacking your thigh every time it moves.

Price looks at Ghost with the look of exasperated parent but lieutenant seems to be finally content with the way things are.

Lieutenant finally doesn’t mind the seal to seal communication.

Not when he has his own now.

Big bad wolf just wanted to be included, didn’t he?

“Yeah. I sure can.”, he finally huffs out and leans on you, corner of his lips twitching when you have to steady yourself not to tip over. Big mean bastard.

Simon tilts his head to the side, like never before reminding you of his animal side — deep seated eyes of his glimmering from underneath the dark hover of his brows.

“Though I feel like the first check was too hasty”, he muses words slowly, syllables rolling on his tongue, accent thickening. There is laughter simmering on the bottom of his irises, the heated sort of fun.

“Mind givin’ it another go, luv?”

Next one>>

[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???

[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.”

[secretlysimpash]

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

[quarterlifekitty]

Follow up to this

Owner!Simon taking DogHybrid!Johnny out for a walk in the morning, leaving you home to rest when you seem a little tired, only for Johnny to whine desperately he when they’re back up the path home, begging Simon to unlock the door.

Simon’s suspicions are confirmed when he comes into the room behind Soap, seeing you fucking drenching Soap’s pillow with slick while you rub yourself against it in a nest made from his blankets and worn clothes.

You’re having your first real heat, it being consistently suppressed before you came to this house. Soap is almost overwhelmed, shoving his face and nose in every crevice and licking over every inch of your skin, wanting to find the source and take it between his teeth.

Simon leashes you up, because you’re just too needy and squirmy to sit properly still— but you still a little when you feel the firm tug, wanting to be a good girl.

“You’re gonna sit still, you’re gonna present that wet little cunt to my boy, and you’re gonna let him give you a nice healthy litter, yeah? Let ‘im pup you, sweet’eart.”

Simon loves Soap to pieces, but you’re just so easy to work with. You want to be told you’re sweet and good and pretty so badly all the time.

You can feel Soap’s drool dripping onto your back as he clumsily lines up his dripping cock with your cunt and slides home easily.

“Bonnie— ye feel like right fockin’ heaven, smell like ye jus’ wanna get yerself knocked up so bad— dinnae fash yerself, yer mate’s here to take care of ye, just open up and lemme get m’knot into ye—“

[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.

[docdudo]

MASTERLIST

Here's a list to better organize the drafts i have written:

Hybrid 141 As Parents - Foster Human Child!Reader

Parts In Order:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

Part 13

Asks:

People Sizes

House Sizes

Nesting For Humans

Werewolves' Hands

Can They Reach Door Handles?

Human Babies - 1

Human Babies - 2

Reader Getting Sick

Life Expectancy

Home Alone

Who They Prefer?

Sharing Food

Their Kids

Hybrid Games

Playing On The Snow

Running Away

Hate Touch

Spicy Food

Service Hybrids

Oral Fixation

Broken Ankle

Ghost's mask

Flying with Gaz

Abusive House Hold

Their Kids - 2

Plushies and Preening

Periods

Mimicking Their Sounds

Familiar 141 - Young Witch!Reader

Parts In Order:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Asks:

Familiar Sizes

Taunts

A Witch's Birth

Relationship Between Familiars And Witches

Do They Know How To Take Care Of Children?

Species

Death and Bonds

What Are Familiars?

What's Their Relationship Like?

Vampire 141 - Fledgling!Reader

Parts In Order:

Part 1

Asks:

Shock

Feeding

Venom

Fic Arts?

Foster child!reader with dad wraith!Ghost

Foster child!reader with dad wraith!Ghost (Black ver.)

Art On The Banner: @bluegiragi

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