#hybrid!cod

[keeiv]

Livestock Guardian!Ghost x Sheep!Reader anyone???

The collar is thick and the iron spikes are mean. It’s the first thing he was ever given, first thing he ever belonged to. Feeling it dig into his throat was more comforting than the barn he slept in at night, brought him more courage than a kill made with his own teeth. It told those going for his throat that he’s protected and he would protect in turn, no matter the cost.

Big and scarred, the farmers that took him in washed him clean and showed him his new purpose: the soft and docile sheep hybrids that roam their fields. More importantly, you. Soft wool and velvety black ears that droop, twitching little tail over your rump. Peace oozed from you like violence poured from him, it was bred bone-deep in both of you.

The herding dogs stayed weary of him, eyeing him as he stood on the edge of the fields, watching and waiting. The little lambs and skittish sheep were even worse, keeping their distance from his yellowing teeth and shying away when he lumbers around them in silent vigil. It suited him just fine, content to listen to their gentle bleats and watch over them from a distance.

The wolves in the area are voracious and Ghost understands why they kept him despite his feral nature, to hunt the hunters that stalk his gentle herd. He smells them from leagues away and snaps at your heels to drive you and the herd to a far corner before he gives chase. They are skinny and starved and no match for Ghost and his mass. When it’s all said and done, one lies dead at his feet and he graciously accepts the head pat he gets from the farmers oldest daughter as a job well done. But nothing is as rewarding as seeing you break away from the herd, approaching with a bowed head and soft eyes.

Your steps are careful and Ghost stands very still for you. He’s rewarded with a shy smile and your soft head bumping into his, ears flickers nervously. When you pull away the blood of wolves paints your pretty plush fur. He can’t stand the sight. It’s your turn to stand still as he licks you clean, free from the gore still clinging to his own patchy fur.

That night you stay glued to his side, head drooping with sleep when the others from the herd join you. Ghost is only slightly alarmed when he’s become surrounded on all sides by happy snuffling sheep, the sleepy creatures crowding him until he’s buried in the middle of the herd.

[incodnito]

Always thinking about Hybrid!CoD 🐰🐺🐗🐮

Rabbit!Gaz who takes to thumping his feet whenever the others start to annoy him too much.

Rabbit!Gaz who gets away with a lot since he’s quick enough to be gone before he gets caught.

Wolf!Ghost who has a tendency to knock things over with his bushy tail. It's getting annoying and out of hand.

Wolf!Ghost who is desperately trying to beat the “good boy” allegations. No his tail does Not wag when you tell him he did a good job no he will Not go fetch.

Boar!Soap who is NOt Stinky! He’s not! He showered this morning!!!

Boar!Soap who complains that his tusks get in the way when he eats/drinks.

Bull!Price carefully putting his hat on around his horns to avoid poking holes in it (still forgets sometimes and almost stabs his horns right through).

Hybrid!Cod who makes fun of Bull!Price by waving red flags around him as a bit. It’s less funny when he actually goes to charge Gaz.

[rawme-price]

Hmmm afab ferret!reader complaining to ur best friend johnny about how hard it is to find a boyfriend or even a good fuck.

Sure, you meet plenty of nice guys, but they aren't really prepared to have a ferret partner. There's a common misconception about ferret hybrids just being playful and energetic, which means when you actually want to fuck you tend to scare guys away. You tell Johnny this, bemoaning the fact you cant find someone on the kinkier side.

And Johnnys quiet for a moment, eyes narrowed in that look where you know hes running a pro-con list. "...I might know someone, hes a bit awkward though, I little shy."

Thus a week later ur meeting simon in a nice little bar, the orca hybrid exactly ur type. It takes some warming up, but soon enough hes cracking jokes and laughing loudly at ur own. When he gives you a *look* and asks about taking you home, you put a hand on his shoulder and tell him outright "look. Its fine if you aren't, but I really need someone to just shove me around. Be real mean and aggressive, yeah? Its good for my instincts."

You watch as Simon's lashes flutter at ur words, a grin spreading over his face. Long story short, hes everything you needed. Scruffs you and drags u where he wants, bites and scratches at ur skin. Ur walking out of there stuffed full of cum, covered in bruises and blood. Simon's walking out of there thinking of what betrothal item to get you.

You send Johnny a very nice box of chocolates later.

[luvbabydoll]

a bunny and a wolf — simon “ghost” riley

wolf hybrid simon riley x bunny hybrid female reader

warnings: 18+ content!!! possessiveness, breeding kink, unprotected sex, primal / hunting kink?

a/n: credit to @issysh3ll for the divider (not proofread sooo be warned!!!)

a bunny and a wolf—pretty ironic, right?

the two animals were supposed to be natural enemies, the wolf hunting while the bunny tried to hide. usually, it would end the same way: the wolf would sniff out the bunny, catch it’s tail in its mouth, and, before you knew it, the bunny would become its next meal.

although that may be the way nature intended? nature most definitely doesn’t always follow its own rules. a prime example: simon “ghost” riley and his baby bunny.

and yes, simon was well aware of the rather odd dynamic, but he couldn’t help himself—he was drawn to that little creature. and, of course, simon never tried to eat his baby bunny. well… not in the way nature intended. he would eat her out until her tail would twitch repeatedly, but it never got too gory.

every week, without fail, simon found himself hunting them down—not for survival or for a meal, but rather for something much more primal and important to him. simon would stomp his way through the halls of their shared home, deliberately making the stomps of his own body louder, his breathing heavier, just to make sure his baby would tremble and shed a few tears.

and without any doubt, his bunny would wriggle beneath the sheets, hiding in their shared bed— the same bed he would worship her on.

and that’s exactly where simon found himself later today. his breath was hot against their neck as he ruthlessly moved his body against their much smaller frame. making sure they could feel the hard outline of his hard cock. a low, guttural grunt escaped him as he tugged at their bunny tail,

"fuck, you feel that, baby? feel how hard I’m getting for you? all cause of my bunny.” simon growled, his voice thick with ecstasy. his rough hands moved roughly over their body, his palms rubbing over their body, as if he’s claiming a prophecy.

"here’s what’s gonna happen bunny, im gonna pin you down, use you how i like, and your gonna enjoy every moment of it," he murmured, his tone dark with promise. "i’m gonna fill you up with my seed—make sure you’ll be filled with our pups. just the way it’s supposed to be." simon growled ruthlessly, his tongue moving to savor the taste of your own fear, kissing your body at the same time, as if he were worshipping his own god—which to simon he was.

[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.

[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.

[ghouljams]

never done a hybrid au or anything but I keep thinking about hare!Ghost and rabbit!reader

he's so big, limbs and ears stretched too long, scent eerily similar to something you could almost call familiar, his shape is uncanny, cousin to your own but corded with different muscles. his nose twitches differently, his ears stand too tall, his penchant for open spaces felt quirky at first but now you watch him lay out in an open field and the way he disappears against the ground sends a chill down your spine. he is so much like you and yet every inch of you knows he's different.

but no one else seems to care. they pair you up like alarm bells don't ring each time you stand next to him. they joke about leaving rabbits together and you swallow the need to scream that he's not like you, that it isn't natural, it doesn't work, that when his eyes slink towards you they read as foreign as a predator. it's like staring down a funhouse mirror of your species, some convergent evolution gone wrong, shifted for a harsher environment, your families separated enough that you never should have been faced with someone like him.

you thump your foot at him when he gets too close and your entire body heats in embarrassment. it's an empty threat, you're hardly fit for fighting without the guns and knives that soldiers carry but ghost- ghost studies you like an insect, like he can't quite figure out why you're so soft and round where he isn't. he stares at you in every room his existence corners you into. he tugs at one of your ears when you pass him in the hall, he gropes at the fat of your hips when you stand in line at mess, he grips your tail so hard you have to stop yourself from yelping. so you thump at him, because you're tired of whatever measurements he's taking, whatever comparisons he's drawing between the two of you, silent observer to your fear of him, using it to keep you quiet against the persistent harassment; his nose twitches.

he's faster than you, you already knew that, you shouldn't be surprised when he lunges at you the way he does. you still scramble to get away, launch yourself into movement, some hind-brain instinct propelling you forward, searching for somewhere small and dark to hide yourself. Even though you know he'll catch you, that his big hands will grip you hard and then, well, you don't have to think too hard about what he wants.

you'd seen the way his hard cock strained against his fatigues at every mention of fucking like rabbits.

[sweetpianoxoxo]

I love the idea of small-town brown bear shifter John Price and a new resident spotted doe reader who is a horticultural technician and now runs the plant nursery on the outskirts of town.

Thinking about how, customary to bear courtship rituals, Price would stalk around the Doe, make sure she was safe, (without her knowledge of course) he would scent the trees surrounding her workplace, and when he found out they lived in the same neighborhood? Her whole property smelt strong of bear.

Of course, stupidly, he didn't consider how terrifying that would be for a Doe. Predator and Prey dynamics in hybrids weren't as strong as it might be in nature, but that didn't mean an overwhelming bear scent following her everywhere wasn't terrifying.

The deer had come to this town for a reprieve. She lived in the city where it was bustling, and there was nowhere for her to graze or two into any instincts. She didn't even know any other deer in the city she lived in, just birds, dogs, cats, rodents, etcetera. She just wanted to be a deer in peace.

She would think that this bear was trying to run her out of town. She didnt know why, just terrified of running into this bear face to face.

Johns attempts of courtship weren't working, and now he was just interested. He started asking every cervidae creature in town. What were the courtship rituals for a deer? What was customary for her?

Almost everything he was told either crossed over with what he was already doing or had to do with antlers. He doesn't have antlers. What does he do?

And so he took the human approach. He spent two or so days prepping his backyard to house a variety of fruits and veggies. He generally wasnt a fan, but deer were so he may as well be prepared. Once he had a garden made, he took his truck down to her nursery.

He waited down the road for almost an hour for her shop to open, but he could smell her, putting around in the actual greenhouse. When the time hit '10', he began driving into the property.

A bell jingled as he opened the door, and he was met with the smell of his deer, and also the most exquiste, earthy, sweet smells from all the flowers and fruits. Nobody was behind the counter, and John took the opportunity to look around.

"Ill be out in a minute!"

He saw daylilies, pansies, violets, morning glory, grapes, lettuce, spinach. All flowers and fruits and veggies deers liked. There were some other plants he didnt know the names of, lots, actually.

When the doe finally came to the counter, she tensed, and her smelt went sour. "Please i just want to live here in peace." The adrenaline pouring off her body almost made Price want her more.

"Relax, sweet'art. Not trynna run you out of town. Quite the opposite, actually." He took a cautious step forward, with his hands up for effect. "Smelt your sweet scent as soon as you entered town." Maybe it was still just her fear waring to shock, or maybe she was starting to understand the situation.

When a male meets their mate, they can smell them, and other males can sense the difference, but the frmales dont. They can't scent a male until the male nips their scent glands. This was something eugenics produced over years of women dying before breeding age due to an overwhelming amount of scents or alphas trying to claim them.

(This is not to say females can't smell a male generally, just not as deep and harsh. For example, doe can tell that there's a strong bear following her, she doesn't know he's her mate)

The deer started to become antsy, nervously shaking her fingers and swaying from side to side. "Come on now, dearie," the irony wasn't lost of Price either as he stepped even closer to the counter. "I know you start cleaning up at 6. I'll be coming back then, and we can have a nice dinner at Joanie's and talk about our situation."

It wasn't a question. It wasn't an invitation. It was firm command. She'd be taken out on a date by her grizzly bear mate, whether she wanted to or not.

Edit: PART TWO

[dmitriene]

cw: reader is a cat hybrid.

being simon's riley one and only lap cat, sweet thing with fluffy, fluttering ears and long tail that lays across his lap just as your body, slightly curled, splayed over his muscular thighs and nose burrowing in the cotton fabric of his pajama pants, enjoying the long, delicate strokes of his rough, calloused palm he brushes down your head and to the small of your back, chuckling deep and smoky at the way your spine stretches out beneath the gentle touch.

to be honest, he needed someone who would always be waiting for him at home, not only as a family member, or wife, or children, but something more affectionate, pet like, with fluffy body parts, with constantly needy behavior, curling up on his lap or chest with loud purrs and rubbing against the sloping curve of his stubbled cheekbones, nosing in the crook of his neck sweet and pliable, meowing at the tight squeeze of his pawing hands, going lax anytime he chooses to pick you up or stroke down.

simon loves how you seek him at the early morning light when he crawls out of the bed for his tea, in nothing but the pajama pants and naked chest, muscles softened, covered by the pudgy layer of little fat he accumulated by lazing out with you on the couch or the bed, a place for you to sink your clawed nails in when you follow his form out of the bedroom, curling behind his back, affectionate and clinging, the expanse of his scarred, tissued skin falling victim to your kneading fingers.

you tilt your head and crane your neck out for him when he bends to smother you in tender kisses, scratching behind your ears that flutter at the touch and elicit those adorable purrs deep from your throat, eyes barely open to look at him, enough to see how his own crinkle, pale eyelashes low over the tawny irises, the pupil shudders to dilate in response to yours, focused on with pooling, overflowing tenderness that makes simon so much softer on the usually razory edges, just for you.

simon takes care of you, your every need, especially when you start to whine about how empty and aching you are, your panties sodden, soiled by the slick that oozes and pools down onto the cotton with your need for him, to your gaping hole end up stuffed full of his cock, sheathed deep and secure along your pulsing, viscous walls, tight with warmth as you purr in against his solid chest, nuzzling over the softness of his muscles, as his hand pats across your plump ass.

main masterlist. quidelines.

[digitialwonderland]

Doe hybrid!reader x predator hybrid!141 x herbivore hybrid KorTac

Based on this blurb.

When you were first introduced to the all predator hybrid task force, you thought you would have under a week before one of them was snapping your neck between your jaws. Price, your captain, was a bear hybrid. Big, strong, and calm but still filled with everything that made your instincts go into survival mode. Ghost was a Wolverine hybrid, a lone wolf type with violent tendencies and a penchant for being territorial. Soap, the most unpredictable one of the bunch, was a coyote, pack oriented, and unbearably loud sometimes. Gaz, the one you considered the safest, was a cougar hybrid. Quiet, lean, calculated. Yet something in his eyes sent hairs in your arms standing on end.

And you? You were a doe hybrid, all big eyed and bushy tailed. But despite your lack of fangs, claws, or even antlers. You were a crucial part of the TF. You were nimble, intuitive, people tended to underestimate you, which often became an advantage to the team.

There were also some more personal benefits. For starters, you didn’t have to use hormone/scent blockers, there were no herbivore hybrids to hide it from. In the same vein, you stopped going through heats after a while. Because there were no bucks to drool over and no hybrids of your likeness to keen for, your body simply settled.

The TF eventually got used to your presence too, Ghost stopped growling at you like you were an intruder. Gaz stopped stalking you around the base and Soap stopped having his random fits of hunting instinct. After just a year, all was at peace, and after four? The team was in harmony.

In some ways, they became your protectors, and you became their anchor. As much as everyone on the base was astonished by it, the team functioned even better with you there. Well…that was until they were required to team up with another.

KorTac. What was once a rival task force was now going to be your allies as you both turned your forces on a common enemy. Nobody was happy about it, especially not you. You didn’t want to throw your help in with yet another task force that would only see you as food.

That’s why Ghost was sticking particularly close to your side as you all made your way to the rendezvous point. You could tell that the guys were tense, their ears flicked around nearly as frequently as yours did. “If anything happens,” Ghost growled for the fifth time, “you get behind Price.”

“Copy,” you agreed, reaching out and giving his arm a light pat. “Don’t worry, this isn’t my first time doing this kind of thing.” That earned a small smirk from him and a low chuckle from Price himself. “Just don’t want our doe getting herself in trouble. ‘S probably best if you stay back while we all get introductions in order, yeah?”

By introductions, he meant scenting and challenging authority where need be. And yes, you were perfectly content on missing out on that. “Copy that, Captain.”

Together, you all approached the government own “quarry”. At least, that what the walled in hill looked like. It was more like a designated “safe zone” for hybrid interactions like the one that was about to go down. It had a source of water, trees, privacy. More importantly, it was a controlled environment, nothing to throw off scents and instincts. Price led the way while gently pressing in the gated door. “Looks clear, but let’s remain cautious.”

Together, you all stepped forward and scanned the seemingly untouched wilderness. There are large patches of woods that fill the gated area, the sweet smells of flora makes your nose twitch as you all meander to a more open clearing. It was quiet, peaceful even. Which was a major comfort when you knew you would be facing a very tense interaction between predator hybrids. “Lassie,” Soap grumbled, his tail swishing anxiously behind him. “Ya might want to stay close to us until the others show up, ya ken?”

You nodded in agreement, taking a skeptical sniff of the air, you couldn’t sense anything that would make your hair stand on end. “What time did they say they’d be here?”

“If they bail-” Ghost growled lowly.

“Or try to ambush us-“ Gaz tacked on while he looked out at the forest.

“Everybody just relax.” Price’s voice was as low and commanding as ever, but you knew better. He was nervous too.

Then, you heard it, loud and low through the woods. A moose’s call, loud and fucking clear.

“What the fu-“ before anyone can react, KorTac is strolling in.

The tallest one, König, had an antler rack that made your stomach dip. He was huge, no doubt the moose you had heard not moments before. You could barely tear your eyes away from him long enough to notice others. Horangi and Aksel shoved playfully at each other, they were both buck hybrids. Nikto was an elk hybrid with a set of antlers nearly as impressive as Königs. Hutch, who was a bison hybrid and Fender, who was a bull hybrid were both built like tanks. Holy fucking shit.

The rest of your team is frozen in place, no doubt warring with every instinct within them. But not you. Your ears flicked up and you could feel your tails insistent wags behind you. You stepped forward without even thinking, barely aware of the little chirps that were leaving your lips as you sucked in deep breaths of their scents and unabashedly admired the antlers and horns that sat atop of each man’s head.

Their eyes were on you that very next second. “Oh, little doe….” Someone spoke in a low rumble. “Sweet thing…” Said another. The air suddenly smelt much sweeter and within just a few seconds you were nearly being surrounded. “Come here, little one.”

“Like hell.” A strong, inked arm curled around your waist and tugged you back in a jerk. “Back. The. Fuck. Up.” Simon’s low growl was unmistakable as he pulled you back to the team by force.

So much for not needing scent blockers and suppressants.

So are we liking this, team?

Also, if you guys have any ideas for them, let me know ;)

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[hatsbuckets]

(more)

Ram Hybrid! Price who was born with curled horns, broad, dark, and striking. He remembers them and the the weight of them, the ache behind his ears when he got headaches, the way kids at school would ask to touch them. He remembers using them too, affectionate butts, defensive slams, moments of instinct.

But the horns are gone now.

It was a mission gone wrong, a cruel captor and a medical choice made without his consent. He doesn’t talk about it and no one asks. Sometimes, in the quiet of his office or late shift, he runs his fingers over the scarred stubs behind his ears and goes still.

The world treats him the same of course. He's respected, feared, trusted, but he doesn’t feel like a proper hybrid anymore. Especially not when other rams tower over him, horns full and proud. Or when people glance past his species ID with confusion. Or when instinct creeps in and he has no way to channel it.

So he hides that ache under duty and command and power and control.

Until you come along.

You’re a guard dog hybrid, maybe an Akita or Anatolian, sturdy and loyal, protective to a fault. Your instincts don’t just notice Price, they fuckin' latch to him.

You scent his discomfort before he voices it. You see how he holds his head in profile, like trying to shield where the horns should be. You hear how his voice tightens whenever the topic of hybrid rankings or anatomy comes up.

By nature of your upbringing, you grew up around plenty of literally sheep and goats and some of your closest friends were rams. (Naturally, y'all got along great.)

So, you do what you do best.

You nudge his head with your own. Big ol’ affectionate bonks.

At first, Price goes rigid. He thinks you're teasing, but then you do it again. And again. Until finally he starts indulging you, leaning his head against yours just to feel the pressure ease.

One day, you even rest your head against his neck and stay there, rumbling a low, steady sound that vibrates right into his chest.

“Don’t,” he murmurs, gruff and low.

And you just huff, your tail thumping happily against the couch cushion.

And with an affectionate grumble he mutters, "alright, ya lazy thing, just for a little."

[incodnito]

More Hybrid!CoD + König and Horangi 🐻🐯 (changed Soap because Hyena felt better)

Part 1

Hybrid!CoD who use play fighting as training. Tackling and nipping are fair game but things can get aggressive with the bigger hybrids.

Hyena!Soap who picks fights with the recruits just for the hell of it, and Rabbit!Gaz who doesn’t try to mediate At All and instead is seeing how fast he can knock Soap on his ass. Wolf!Ghost who steps in with the intention of stopping the fight but ends up making it worse.

Bull!Price who Could stop the fighting if he really wanted to, but its not really any of his business and frankly he doesn’t care.

Bear!König being compared to a teddy bear until someone pushes the joke too far, he makes sure to remind them why he’s colonel.

Bear!König who can be a bit rough with his words and doesn’t know how to control his temper. He doesn’t mean to be so rude it just comes off that way :(

Tiger!Horangi who loves to jump out and spook the other operators whenever he gets the chance (soap and gaz are frequent victims).

Tiger!Horangi who loves to lounge in a sun spot. He’ll chuff contentedly but vehemently deny it if anyone asks.

Human!Laswell who desperately needs a drink (canon).

[livfastdieyoung69]

belgian malinois hybrid!reader who loves loves loves horsing around with soap

(og post)

quite often, it starts after she’s done eating. she eats way too fast, just shoves everything in her mouth while the boys are chatting, and then she’ll get antsy sitting around waiting for them to finish.

sure, she could just get up and find something to do but why would she leave when everyone she would go to bother is right here??

she just starts shoving johnny a lil, pushing her thigh against his. adds a couple pokes. he’ll start side eyeing her halfway through his lunch. she’ll pinch him when he doesn’t pay her any more attention, and he’ll finally look over to her. but she just whips her head in the other direction, like nothing happened. if price is sitting next to her, she’ll lay her head on his shoulder, and he’ll wrap an arm around her like the sweet, little baby angel she is.

or sometimes, when johnny’s working out (which happens the same exact time every day) and she’s a little bored, she’ll just wonder on over to the gym. as soon as she spots him, soap is immediately being tackled and/or jumped on. usually ends with her in a headlock, or getting tossed around, her favorite part.

simon’s usually there too, has taken apart in the goofing off many times. always, “what’ve we got here, johnny? who’s this?” in the middle of stealing her from soap and throwing her over his shoulders. simon tried to tickle her once, got kicked hard in the gut and quickly learned his lesson.

johnny delivers her back off to price, still full of giggles and doing that thing where dogs pant but refuse any water given to them. he’s always got some smug remark, like, “you put your attack dog on me, price, or she just love me this much?” while he lets her fall from the fireman’s hold.

price used to try and put an end to it with a few gruff exclamations, or a withdrawal of movie time with gaz, but it seems soap enjoys it just as much.

[rawme-price]

New here, just found your blog and have been binging it lmao. I was wondering if you'd do more wolf hybrid!reader? I'm invested and hope you've still got some ideas :D

What about wolf!reader who interprets everything as a command??

Youve been with them for a few weeks, and ghost is starting to get concerned. You do everything asked, no matter what. Which, really wouldnt be a problem, some lieutenants would love you. Except you do *everything* asked. No matter whether said ask was made as a joke or a teasing comment.

If soap whines from the couch that hes hungry, and everyone ignores him as he asks them to make something, but he finally asks you? Then ur up and in the kitchen. A bit of people pleasing, but fine. Then later ur sat on the couch, enjoying a documentary when kyle comes up and says "move." He expects you to tell him to fuck off, as is standard between the guys at this point, but you just nod and shuffle onto the floor. Okay, slightly concerning.

It becomes alot worse, though, when someone comments on ur sparring. Ur new, no where near ghost or prices level, so they tell you you should be practicing or training in ur free time, right? Except all you *have* is free time. You dont have the paperwork requirements of higher ranks, and you dont have any social obligations, so you just....train. again and again each day.

None of the others notice this, of course. Not when you hardly talk to them and checkins with price consist of "how was your day?" And a silent thumbs up from you. You improve, who wouldn't when they spend 9 hrs a day working on something? But ur also alot hungrier. Its fine, u usually grab a protein bar from the kitchen, until when you duck in to grab one soap is already there.

"Ah swear we just got these! How the hell are we already out?" He seems frustrated, glancing up at you he waves the empty box around "hey, you let me know if you find whoever is eating all of these, ill set 'em straight." So....you stop eating them.

It's difficult, tearing ur body apart each day on just the meals provided in the mess, never really full. It comes to a head when ur sparring with ghost again and with just a shove you fall to the mat. He expects you to get back up, maybe flustered by the trip, but you dont. He leans down, then promptly swears under his breath.

You passed out, cold. When ghost lifts up your form to cary u to the medbay, his lips purse at the bony press of ur spine along his arms, wondering how the hell he missed this.

[uglygirltrying]

bunny!reader and hare!simon!!!

hare!simon who finds himself a cute, little bunny, and takes them for himself. bunny!reader with soft, fluffy ears, and small cotton ball tail, that twitches and flutters in excitement. bunny!reader is round and soft, the sweetest thing that her mate has ever seen. all that fluff, pressed against hare!simon's abdomen when he pounds into her, and mutters into her ear about kits... hare!simon with a dirty fur and a dirty mind, scars and thinning fur, but a passion for keeping his mates pure white fur clean hare!simon who leads his bunny to calm river, taking a dip into it with her in his lap hare!simon who sniffs his bunny's neck for that sweet aroma, nipping the skin there, while his cock slips inside her. the water around them splashes while the dirty and scarred hare dumbs his load into his bunny's cunt. bunny!reader who whines at a sudden, strange, new smell that wafts through the air. hare!simon whose ears tense up at the same time, but not at her whine, but at the sounds from the forest around them. hare!simon who immediately stands up, ushering bunny!reader out of the water and behind him. hare!simon whose chest puffs out, when fox!graves stalks towards them, out of the bushes, a mischievous smirk on the carnivores face. hare!simon who's always ready to fight, kill, and die for his mate.

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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.