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[toolewdarts]

fucked-up plague doctor price who has to be the bearer of bad news that you have contracted the illness. he’s not sure how you’ve gone so long without getting it, actually. but don’t worry, he ensures you that you can trust him. sure, his treatments may be unconventional, but after he has several men who he’s already cured swear that his method is best, you take dr. prices word. who are you to doubt the professionals? besides, you’ve heard about all the bogus treatments other people are subjected to.

he visits your house one afternoon, notebook tucked under his sleeve. he pulls a stool up to your bedside, sitting so closely you can smell the herbs in his mask. his muffled voice instructs you to take the covers off, and “sit up, love.” you do as he asks, and you watch him write something down. “take those off, f’me”, he asks nonchalantly, pointing down at your plain dress. your face heats up, how embarrassing. you decide to follow through, if this it what it takes for a chance at proper treatment, you’ll take it.

you slip your dress over your head, and tug off your undergarments, sitting naked on your bed in front of a man you barely know. he writes something else down. “hm. i reckon you’re ready for treatment, now.” dr. price takes off his gloves, putting them back into his pockets. he gently pushes you back down, long, cold, fingers pressing between your thighs, brushing over the sensitive skin between them. you hiss, instinctually gripping onto his arm in an attempt to pry him off. “wa- wh- what’re you doing?” the heat in your face spreads to your ears. “silly girl, i told you it’d be a bit unconventional, didn’t i? try to relax.” he drags two fingers through your folds, and you cover your face as you try to fight a reaction. it’s not his fault you’re making this into something immoral. it’s only his job.

he presses two thick digits deep inside of you, and you cry out and writhe away from his touch. he takes his fingers out and smacks you on the thigh, hard. “do you want me to help you?” you nod, even though you’d probably rather be subjected to bloodletting right about now. abruptly, he curls two fingers inside of you, provoking sounds from you that you didn’t know you were capable of. “good. good. yes, trust me, you will feel so much better after, doll.”

you resent how good this feels, you truly do. an unfamiliar heat builds and pools in your stomach. you can’t help but feel a sense of guilt. even if you are cured, you’ve still committed impure acts. it’s sinful, and if anybody ever finds out you’ll be shunned. god forbid your mother figures out what “treatment” methods you’ve been given. you don’t dwell on it too long, because every coherent thought in your mind is erased when dr. price starts tweaking at your nipples, rocking the heel of his hand against your sensitive pearl.

you let out a long moan, unlike any sound you’ve ever made before. it’s feral, almost, and you start rocking back against dr. prices ministrations. “it feel nice?” you can’t help but nod. the heat in your stomach builds tension like a rope about to snap. “so good, yes.” the doctor looks at you down the slope of the masks nose. you stare deep into the eyes of it, and you swear you see him staring back. the rope pulls tighter, and it snaps with one perfectly timed grind of his palm against your clit. you let out an obscene wail, and it feels like you’re being pulled out to sea, the waves crashing over you peaking before they slowly grow smaller, lapping up as you feel the last shocks of pleasure.

price stares at you for a beat before he pulls out his journal, writing something down. you’re so tired, it feels like you’re practically melting into your bed.

price stands up, looming over you on the bed. “well, that was a good first round. but, based on.. factors.. i’ve concluded you’d be fit for a few more.” he shakes your hand before he slips on his gloves and out the door.

for the next few days, you lay in bed, waiting to feel at least a little better. you’re awoken one morning to a knock on your door. you stand up and hobble over to it. you almost mistake the doctor outside for price. but he’s far too tall, and his shoulders are too wide. “ ‘ere for more treatments. prices order.” the man broods, crowding you into a corner as two other men in uniform let themselves into your house. it’s going to be a tough road to beating this plague.

[toolewdarts]

I love soft prey hybrid ghost so much.. maybe we could get like bunny, mouse or dove ghost?

Oh anon the genius you are...

Anyways dove!ghost meeting dove!reader.

To him, you symbolize everything he should've been. Soft white wings that flowed with every movement you made, capturing eyes as you walks around the room. Compared to his own—hacked off and the stumps a mutilated thing of their former selves—you are perfect.

So perfect, that ghost knows he cant have you. What kind of dove would ever want him as a mate? Him, who can hardly be considered more than a thing after what roba did. Still, he cant help but indulge. Allowing himself to look but never touch. He watches you from the roof, a modified space for the avian hybrids on space to spread their wings.

You often fly during your lunch, hes found. Circling the base and chirping with friends. Ghost has seen other avians come up to you and attempt to initiate a courting flight, but you always turn them down. If you aren't interested in the avians who can actually fly, then there's no chance youd ever look at ghost.

Why then, during the military ball ghost was forced to attend, is it you grabbing his hand and leading him into the center of the room?

You gently lead ghost through the movements, a slow song playing in the background. Your wings shift and flare out as you two spin around the room. Ghost lets out a soft coo despite himself, and is shocked when you return your own. Hes already feeling lovestruck and needy by the sheer fact you want him.

Then your fingers reach around and barely glide over the base of his wings and he has to bite back a moan, pulling you out of the room while you smile giddy. Ghost doesnt even notice the whistle soap throws at his back.

When you finally get ghost in your nest? Hes gone. Whining just for the feel of your fingers over the dawny feathers across his back. Falls apart beneath you and nearly cums again when your press your forehead to his. A sign of love, of trust.

Maybe he isnt the dove most people want, but hes the dove you want despite all odds. Its enough for him.

[toolewdarts]

I am a very twisted pervert, don't always know how to feel about that lol

[toolewdarts]

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

Part 2

Previous

Ghosts arm was strong and firm around your waist as he hauled you away from the KorTac members. His musky, dark, predatory scent felt almost twice as strong now that you had been exposed to something sweeter.

A small, pouty chirp escaped you. There was a warm buzz in your chest now, and a pleasant little thrum that traveled down your spine. As if someone was strumming your bones like a guitar. The 141 flanked you and Ghost on either side, each with their canines bared and their ears flattened to the back of their heads. “What the hell?” Gaz snarled as his tail thrashed angrily behind him.

Price’s voice followed, even lower and angrier, “is this some kind of joke?”

Your instincts were going haywire. For the first time in so many years, you wanted to scent, you wanted to grab at their antlers, you wanted to know the feeling of being mounted again and again.

“Fuck…” Ghost grunted behind you. “Price, she needs something to tone this down. Now.”

A defensive grunt sounded from within KorTac’s group, drawing your eyes back to them. The tallest one, König, he shook out his antlers, as if to remind every one of how much damage they could do. He was truly an impressive sight, a moose hybrid wasn’t a very common thing. Even just looking at him sent a little rush of heat to your lower belly. He let out another animalistic grunt, but before he could step forward and possibly charge, another, Horangi made a move. “We are here to get introductions in order,” he said firmly, his anger barely contained behind his mask. Or by the irritated flicks of his white, floofy tail. “Let her come to us.”

“We came here to make sure we wouldn’t kill each other during this mission. Not to watch you all take turns with her.” Price snarled, each word reverberating low in his chest.

“Ya lads ‘r barkin up the wrong tree if ye think we’ll let ya just pass ‘er around.” Soap stepped forward, triggering the slow, predatory advance of 141. Only they didn’t make it but a few steps.

Without warning, a loud, piercing call erupted from one of the KorTac members. Nikto stepped forward, shaking out his antlers and stomping his foot firmly on the ground. Before the elk hybrids call could even stop ringing in your ears, Hutch and Fender had shifted to brace themselves protectively on either side of their team. Like hybrid battering rams just waiting to be released.

Finally, your tongue started to move. “Guys, let me go! Please!”

“Not happening,” Ghost answered behind you, not even thinking twice about it as he watch KorTac brace for conflict.

Now, it was more than initial shock and fear that was brewing inside you. Anger had joined the mix. Here you were, you had been fully prepared to step back and watch them embrace their instincts with what you thought would be another predator task force. You had shown them nothing but understanding. An angry, high pitched squeal of anger erupted from your lips. Finally, you were starting to put up a fight. Your legs kicked out and your head reeled. “Let go of me, Simon!”

He grunted, ringing his second arm around you to try and keep you from squirming free. Now, your anger was starting to burn. “Simon Riley! Let me go now, or I swear to God I will kick you in the balls so hard the children will no longer be an option in your future!”

Wouldn’t you know it, his grip loosened, and your feet hit the ground. Not only that, but all the eyes of your team and KorTac were now honed in on you. Your team’s with looks of utter surprise and a bit of horror at your threat. And KorTac’s with unmistakable grins that crinkled at the corners of their eyes. You stomped your foot down and let out a sharp, angry huff. “Not but a few minutes ago I was fully fucking prepared to step back and watch for hours as you all embraced your instincts.” Your voice rose to a shout as you glared at your own team. “I haven’t embraced mine, or even had the chance to, for years!” Again, your foot came down in a hard stomp against the grass. “Years of not scenting, not being around a proper herd! If you all don’t back off and let me have this I will literally throw a tantrum.”

It felt childish, sure, but the anger that was building as a knot in your throat was very real, and practically palpable as your scent thickened with an almost citrusy smell.

Remaining frozen in place, Ghost, Gaz and Soap all turned their eyes to Price. Sure, they could feel their own way about the situation, but what mattered was how Price felt. You swallowed back tears, trying to not think of the very real possibility that he could say no. But his darkened gaze didn’t hold any anger towards your reaction. In fact, his baby blue eyes softened as they took you in. Sure, they darted back to the KorTac members with a skeptical sneer, but when he looked back at you there was no hiding his sympathy.

“If you need us,” he said, his voice quieter than it was before. “Just call for us.” With that, he nodded at the others. Gaz and Soap turned and followed him to the edge of the small grove, where they would most likely wait for the next hour. But Ghost lingered for a moment. “Please be careful.” He almost whispered, looking between you and the large men who were now slowly creeping forward.

Even despite your earlier threat, the utter vulnerability in just those three words made your heart want to tear itself in two. “I will be.” You echoed, enjoying the lingering warmth of the moment as he nodded and turned away.

You sucked in a deep breath, and then turned back to the KorTac members. Before you could even fully look their way, another strong arm wrapped around your waist and lifted you clear off the ground. Deep rumbling grunts reverberated through you, followed by the glorious feeling of a nose and mouth pressing to your scent gland for the first time in years. An embarrassingly needy moan fell from your lips, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Your head fell back against the man’s shoulder, only to look up and see a massive rack of moose antlers and a sniper hood that was hooked on König’s crooked nose. A deep, pleasing chuckle erupted from him, passing through you and setting all your nerves in a buzz. “My eyes are down here, sweetheart.”

“Hey big man, let us have a turn!” Horangi called from below. Him and Aksel were practically bouncing on their feet with anticipation.

König let out another grunt against your neck, giving you a squeeze before slowly lowering you. A soft, pouty whimper fell from your lips in disappointment. But you barely had time to process it before you were sandwiched between the two buck hybrids.

You were in absolute, blissful heaven. Constantly being surrounded and passed from man to man. You had never seen this much stimulation. When you got past the initial rush of instinct, you finally gained enough sense to stifle your whimpers against their necks. You buried your nose where their scents were strongest. All the while your hands eagerly felt around whatever antlers or horns they could. By the time Horangi and Aksel were done, all three of you were bearing dark marks on your neck, and your tail had experienced more attention than you could have ever dreamed of. Next you were passed off to Hutch and Fender, the bison hybrid and bull hybrid. They were a tad rougher than the rest, grabbing at your hips and waist, bunching your tail in their fists, rutting against you as they buried their noses in your neck. You whined, squirming between them, but there wasn’t much you could do. After them, you were briefly passed back to König, who hoisted you up like a rag doll and practically crushed you against his muscular chest. By the time you were passed to Nikto, your eyes were half lidded, and your body was blissfully useless. “Little doe,” he practically purred as his hands ran from your hips to your waist. He was tall too, the second tallest of the group, with a large set of elk antlers that sprouted from his head like two ancient trees. You pouted, reaching up and lazily curling your hands around them. They were strong and smooth in your palms, a testament to Nikto’s health and strength. His chest rumbled into a low sound of approval as he reached up and slowly pulled off the mouthpiece of his mask. He jaw was sharp, and his nose was slight arched from being broken one too many times. Light scars dotted his skin, nearly like Simon if you didn’t know better. Your chest vibrated with soft, content purrs as you tilted your head back. Nikto was gentler than the others, cradling the back of your head as he nuzzled into your thoroughly marked neck. Low, pleased rumbles echoed your own as his other hand slid down the small of your back and gently pinched your tail between two fingers. “Such a sweet little thing,” he murmured when you nuzzled into his neck in return. You rubbed your cheek against skin and sucked in deep breaths of his scent.

By the time it was all over, you were practically boneless. Nikto hoisted you up in his arms, clicked his masked back into place and let you rest your chin on his shoulder. Your half lidded, gaze finally fluttered shut, leaving you a purring, boneless mess in his arms as he and the other KorTac members got ready to leave the safe zone.

Now the introductions were taken care of, it was time to actually go to work.

Don’t worry my darlings, there is more where that came from!

Thank you to @midoriiakina for the idea of “my eyes are down here, sweetheart”. Literally hilarious

[toolewdarts]

Neighbor!price who sees the young college student having a breakdown over their car one morning.

Ur lowkey freaking out, because ur car that youve been neglecting has finally decided to kill itself at the most innoprotune time. Price watches from his window as you open ur hood and peer into it helplessly, silently watching the way ur hips jut out at the angle.

Well...far be it from price to turn down an opportunity to get his hands on a young thing. He meanders over in just his pajama pants, a mug of coffee held in one hand. The near sunrise light rakes across his form and makes it very obvious hes *only* wearing his pajama pants.

"You need some help, love?" Price grins internally when you jerk and stand up, eyes darting down before fixing back to his gaze. "Looks like your vehicle's givin' you some trouble."

"Ah. Yeah. It uh- im not really sure-" you stutter over ur words, mind a bit scrambles when you essentially got an eye full of ur neighbor's very impressive equipment.

"Hm." He grunts, comes in to inspect. Instead of peering over from his corner, price crosses to you and leans right over ur back, hips nearly pressed to urs as he inspects. "Ah, I see the issue. Give me 20 and ill have it sorted."

And so you do, sitting on your porch and silently cursing the fact you turned down the carpool invitation from your housemates. But its not so bad, especially when you can ogle ur hot as hell neighbor and get some very good imagery to fantasize about.

True to his word, price has it fixed 20 minutes later. He explains it to you with a hand on your bicep in the way that only old men do. Just as your thanking him, his hand wanders to your hip and gives it a firm squeeze "ah, dont worry about it dove. Just try to enjoy your day, maybe relax a bit tonight, yeah?"

Price leaves you then, even as you stutter in some sort of flustered haze long after his door clicks shut. He watches from his living room as ur car pulls out of the driveway, eyes cutting to ur bedroom window that had had the curtains pulled open for weeks now.

He wonders if hell get to see you put on a proper show tonight.

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Reader who gets restless after a mission. Jumpy and violent and mean.

You try not to take it out on others, isolating the second ur in the clear. Mind still buzzing with excess energy, you fidget as the nurses look you over, eager to get out.

You dont get to duck into your room, though, because price finds you. He places a warm hand on ur neck, notes the way you clench your fists at the contact. "Lets chat in my office, yeah?"

He doesnt let go of you even inside, if anything his grip becomes stronger. You can feel the irritation crawling all over you, wanting nothing more than to bite at prices touch. But price doesnt let up, shoving you against his desk and forcing you to bend over. "You," he mutters against ur ear "need to learn to control yourself, or ill do it for you."

Its hard to focus, with the way prices body is pressed against yours, his breath in your ears. You feel your cheeks warm with embarrassment and arousal, feeling like a scruffed dog. "Sir If you dont back off-"

Your growled threat is cut off by price tightening his grip, shoving you more firmly against the desk "fuckin settle down" he pressed another hand to the small of your back. "Cmon, lets get you sorted."

His hand moved around to the front of your pants, undoing the buckle with ease. He always knows what you need before you even do. Price still has his gloves on when he palms at you "there you go. Just needed something to focus on." He praises when you go boneless and whine.

"I've got two hours before anyone comes looking for me. We can make good use of that time, right?"

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clark kent fucking you in a headlock. | 18+

“i bet you could keep me in a chokehold and fuck me stupid at the same time.” you’d announced to your boyfriend, using your best fuck-me eyes, nudging your knuckles under his chin with that bratty smile he hadn’t built up any resistance to. the full arsenal which you knew would short-circuit his conscience.

he’d lasted maybe two hours after that. and now—

cheek’s mashed into the mattress, one of your arms is pinned awkwardly under your chest, the other caught between his body and yours, useless. he’s sunk in balls-deep and barely pulls out more than a few inches to build momentum before slamming back, his pelvis crashing against your asscheeks like he’s trying to fuck you through the bedframe. every ounce of his body wants to let go, to let you feel the full brunt of what he’s truly capable of. but he doesn’t. he won’t.

he’s got you in a tight headlock, arm flexed around your throat, just shy of a blackout. tactically tight, so not as to crush your windpipe, all the while giving you exactly what you desired: the pressure, the floaty, hotheaded rush from getting fucked like a dog and being half-strangled simultaneously. your mouth stretches around the thick curve of his bicep, teeth sinking into the firm meat. it’s right there—so yummy and tempting, and biting down is the only thing keeping you from unraveling completely. you drag your tongue along the veins, moaning into his skin. clark barely reacts to all of this: he simply groans through clenched teeth, hips still slamming into you mercilessly, the wet plap-plap-plap of skin loud and obscene.

“s-sorry,” he pants, voice cracking. heat sears between your connected bodies, sticky with sweat. “you’re okay? you—you can tap out, you know that, right?” a weak, muffled noise from you. doesn’t matter though, as your pussy’s doing all the talking, squeezing the life out of his cock like it’s trying to milk him dry.

“should’ve stopped,” he mumbles to himself, almost remorseful but apparently not enough to stop. “should’ve—shouldn’t be doing this to you.” but he is. still is. and you’re taking it all the same, pussy sucking him in greedily like a vacumn. your vision goes blurry right before you cum—air thinning out of your lungs, brain neurons misfiring. clark feels you clench again and groans into the crook of your neck, hips pistoning viciously through your orgasm like a man possessed. not even for himself—just to wring every bit of pleasure out of your body.

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Yes, we all agree price lowkey has a wife/breeding kink...but what if his wife ever turned the tables on him???

It was a one-off remark, something you said mostly in teasing. Some of your work friends had spotted you while u were out shopping with price, so ofc you introduced him "and this here is my perfect little wife! He takes good care of me, real lucky to have a pretty lass like him."

He makes a strangled sound and blushes redder than youve ever seen him, has to mentally fight off his boner likes hes at war. Hes lowkey hoping you didnt notice the reaction, bc he wasnt even aware he was into that, but you totally did.

After dinner while hes cleaning the dishes, you come up behind him, hook a chin over his shoulder and a hand around his waist "you liked that, back at the market, didnt you? Liked being called my wife."

He freezes up instantly, and thats confirmation enough. But the way his lashes flutter and his cheeks redden really bring it home. So you push "that what you want john? To be my pretty little wife? Wanna take care of me an' the house, keep me satisfied at night?"

One of ur hands comes around further to palm his dick, and price whines pathetically. "...yeah. I- uh- I want-" he cant even force himself to say it, some odd mix or embarrassment and arousal coating his tongue.

"Oh its okay sweetheart" you coo, pushing him against the counter like hes done to you many times "you dont need to think about anything other than being a good wifey for me, yeah? Now why dont we go upstairs, im sure I can fuck a baby into you this time."

And thats exactly what you do, shoving price into the bed with ur strap lined up, pounding into him just to hear all the new sounds he makes in this headspace. Gasps and whimpers, moans and ragged little breaths. You press a hand to his stomach and tell him hes gonna make a great mom. Price cant even fight the orgasm that washes over him at that comment, vision nearly blacking from the sheer pleasure.

...needless to say, "wifey" soon becomes one of hid favourite nicknames from you.

[toolewdarts]

Is it so bad to want to spend a little more time at the cottage just to see more of the sweet bull hybrid next door? Nah...

So this is part 2 of (This) and is a little more heavy petting than fluff this time.

Tag requests: @rssnow, @blushycadaver and @fictionaldreams121

Extending your stay at the cottage was easier than you expected, and your boss was strangely okay with you taking work from home for the extra week, not one for looking a gift horse in the mouth, you accept and settle in for a little longer in the cottage. Doing your work during the day, sitting on the porch with your laptop and watching the farm over the fence, waving at your sweet bull and his brothers when they pass by.

Around the late afternoon, once all your work is done and you are settled in for the afternoon on one of the suprisingly soft cushioned wicker chairs you spot your precious bull sweetheart climbing over the fence, or well trying to, his stature and slightly top heavy nature leads him to slightly tumbling over the fence and landing on his ass. Laughing softly at the sight and how he moos weakly as he stands rubbing the dirt from his hands before walking towards your blanket-covered place on the porch.

It had only been a few days since you had had your little make-out session on the pontoon on the creek, the memory of how he had turned such a pretty pink after unintentionally cumming in his pants still lives fresh in your mind's eye.

Holding out your hand as he approached, smiling as he kissed the back and settled down on the porch, leaning against your legs and blushing as he guides you to play with his hair, gently rubbing against the base of his horns as he talks about what happened on the farm during the day.

While you're playing with his hair, he looks up at you, big, gentle blue eyes watching how the setting sun casts shadows across your face, quietly asking if you want to maybe kiss him again, watching as he waits for your response, both eager to feel your lips again but bashful about wanting it as badly as he does.

It had plagued him since the moment on the pontoon, how soft your lips were, how good of felt as you pulled him closer, kissed him deeply and with such passion that he had never really had before. He had shamefully snuck out of his room in the bunkhouse he shared with his brothers to find a quiet place to deal with how hard the memories had left him, whimpering into his fist as he bit down on his fingers and jacked himself off, cumming into the dirt and kicking dust over it as he collects himself and tries to sneak back into bed.

He was truly enamoured with you, and sitting here by your knees, but still so tall as he sits up to kneel and bring your faces to an equal height as he lets his eyes flutter closed, whimpering as you kiss him, it was better now than it was the first time.

Leaning forward and bracing himself against the chair you are lounging in, fingers digging into the blanket over your legs as he shuffles closer, your hands cradle his face and gently rub his cheeks as you pull away, making him whine high and needy as he shakes his fringe out of his eyes and begs for more kisses.

Whining as you stand and make him follow behind you, letting him into the cottage after kicking off his boots, holding his hand as you guide him into the lounge room and settle him on the floor facing the fireplace. Lighting the tinder and getting the fire going before turning back to him and settling in on his lap, comfortable on his thighs as you pull him into another slow but steady kiss, nipping at his lips before slipping your tongue into his mouth.

Large, warm hands hold your hips as he rocks and humps weakly below you, moaning into the kiss as he rubs himself against you, cock hard and heavy under the denim of his work jeans.

Breaking away and giggling as he tries to chase your lips, panting slightly as he pouts and looks up at you, watching as you adjust your position on his lap, reaching down to the very obvious bulge and slowly working his pants off enough to let his cock spring free, just like the rest of him it's large and heavy, clearly fully hard but slightly sagged from the weight of its sheer girth.

Wrapping a hand around him is hard, your fingers don't even brush against each other as you slowly begin flicking your wrist, cooing at him as his grip on your hips tightens pre-cum already leaking from the tip as you swipe it down his length with every stroke. The slick sound of your hand on his cock mixes with the wet sound of your mouth as you latch onto his neck, aiming to suck bruises and hickies into his skin.

Little splotches of purple begin to form as you sink your teeth into the meat of his shoulder, feeling more than seeing how his body jolts and shakes as he cums, thick ropes of cum spill across the back of your hand and down the length of his cock, making the few strokes you give him as you milk the last of his orgasm filthily slick.

Letting go of your bite and looking up at his face, he is flushed, eyes lidded and hazy, hands weakly holding you in place as he pants and whines weakly, that felt so much better than he could have ever dreamed of, taking deep shuddering breaths, he tugs your hand away from his cock and looks you in the eye as he begins to kick away the cum that had dripped across your hand and down your wrist.

[toolewdarts]

We all love a big, beefy himbo, but what if he's still big and brawny, but also a soft boy?

Part 2 (here)

Getting the time and money to take a trip to a little rental cottage in a small town in the country, it's quaint, cozy, and you relax easily into the change of pace from your usual work chaos. Just down from where you're staying, there is a little farm, the owners are a family of cow hybrids, one of their paddocks meets the back fence of your cottage's back garden, and some of their goat like to lie under the shade of a tree that casts into the grassy area.

Leaning over the fence one afternoon, you are greeted by more than just the roaming goats and their kids, a set of twin cow hybrids waves at you as they untangle two goats that were stuck together.

One of the two comes over, and he's huge, a mop of rusty ginger hair falls across his eyes, and the horns that just stick out from the side of his head look heavy. Despite his hulking stature, he smiles with innocence and pure sweetness, wearing a thick knitted sweater that clings to him like a second skin despite how thick it looks, holding out his hand as he introduces himself and saying that there hasn't been anyone at the cottage for a while now.

Picking up one of the baby goat, he holds it in a way that lets you rub the little guy between its budding horns, having a polite but curious conversation with the bull hybrid before what you assume is his brother calls him back over to finish up whatever they were doing.

Over the next few days, you would regularly see the big softy of a hybrid and have a few more conversations with him. He was the youngest of his family despite his build and height, a man in his mid-twenties compared to his two other siblings, who are older by three years, and despite the resemblance of his to his middle brother, the other from the first time you saw him, they aren't twins.

Sitting on the fence between his family's farm and your rental cottages' back garden as you talk with him again, laughing as he laments about how he had to chase the chickens around today and how one hen was brooding over eleven eggs despite the lack of roosters to make chicks out of them, the whole time he is playing with his tail swaying it back and forth behind him shifting some of the dust around as you talk.

Once all the news about the farm's work for the day is said, he scratches his head and awkwardly asks if you have seen the nearby creek. Maybe it isn't the smartest idea to follow the stranger that you just met days ago to an isolated area near running water, but he looks so cute when you agree to join him at the creek.

How could you resist?

There's a small pontoon in the creek that you sit on with him. He is just as adorable now as he was earlier, talking about the chickens and his farm work, all bright energy and bouncing movements as he dips his legs into the creek. There is a blush on his patchy cheeks, the splotches of white along the bridge of his nose tinting slightly pink as he looks at you, catching you as you gaze at him with such soft affection.

The blush just makes him look all the more cute. Reaching out to brush his fringe away from his eyes, you are met with big, soft, blue eyes. He all but freezes as you lean over and press a kiss to his cheek, letting out a little startled moo before looking to the side and mumbling something. Turning back to you, his ears flick, and you can almost hear the way his tail thumps against the wood of the pontoon as he asks if he can kiss you.

When you nod, his hands cup your face, so much bigger than you had guessed from just looking at them, the kiss is a little awkward when he does lean down and press your lips together, but before long, you are leading him into a slightly deeper kiss, sliding over his thighs and settling yourself on his lap, hands gripping the thick wool of his sweater.

As you pull back from the kiss and look at the sweet boy, he looks destroyed, hands shaking against your shoulders as he shivers and licks his slightly kiss-swollen lips. From where you are perched on his lap, you can feel just how excited he has gotten from just kissing and a little bit of tongue.

Making to move off his lap, he stops you with his hands, grabbing your hips as he whines softly, the flush on his cheeks grows darker as you look down and see the dark patch on the front of his jeans.

If you had thought him adorable before, something in you almost purrs as you realise that he had actually cum in his pants from such a short make-out session.

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OH GOD SOAP X POTTER!READER??? (Inspired by this lovely post, go check it out <33)

After soaps injury and being discharged, hes got alot of free time on his hands and alot of energy. His physical therapist recommended practicing different motor skills to help with how shaky his hands get sometimes.

Which leads to the potter studio. Leads to you.

Soap already draws and paints, hes always wanted to learn pottery. Thing is, he gets a bit jumpy in large groups and it always makes his hands shake. So he pleads with the studio owner for one on one lessons. The sweet old man is very understanding, soap clocked him as a veteran the moment they met.

Now, hes meeting you, his instructor. The first thing he thinks is how good you look with an apron covered in clay. He has to remind himself that hed here for pottery and not to get his dick wet.

It becomes increasingly hard to remember that when you demonstrate throwing a simple cup. When you cup ur hands around the wet clay and bring it up into a cone, soap knows hes very obviously blushing. Watching ur hands work expertly over the Clay, slip gathering between the seams of ur fingers obscenely.

Then its soaps turn, and ur very patient with him even as he cant even center the clay. While you may have the patience, he doesnt. Hes getting annoyed at himself for not being able to form the hand shapes correctly, and that only makes his shaking worse.

Hes about ready to just give up on the whole thing, call it a fluke and leave, when you scootch a stool right across from him. "Here, let me help you"

Like that, you take soaps hands and guid them. Warm palms against his knuckles, a solid pressure as you show him where how to move the clay to ur will. Hes gotta actively control so breathing, but after a torturous few trial runs, soap has a small cup sitting on the shelf to dry.

Hes also got a raging boner that you either dont notice or dont mention. Either way, hes definitely coming back for the next lesson.

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Crow!Reader who doesnt really like 141 at first. Shes quiet and mostly a loner. She likes to read by herself, she likes puzzles, and she likes her silence.

Enter in 141 who is learning all the courtship rituals of crows to figure out what the hell they're doing wrong.

They bring her gifts, mostly snacks they know she likes, sesame snaps, trail mix, and dried fruits, for example. But its still not really working.

I mean shes kinder to them now. Maybe accepting lunch offers more than she had before, or watching a movie in the rec room that one time.

But right after, she scurried back to her room. Johnny finds this absolutely unacceptable, so when he hears a little rumor about crows and shiny objects? Oh he has a plan.

Dog tags on the outside of his shirt, showing off all (not all) of his out of code piercings, literally dangling some keys in front of her because "they're so pretty aye lass?"

And when she gets stupidly turned on by his shenanigans and pulls him into her bedroom, scoffing and stuffing her panties in Soaps mouth while shes on top, because he won't stop talking, he's in bliss. Then she decides she likes the team a bit more.

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YESS MWAHAHAHAHA

Now guys...consider sunbear!reader with polar bear!price...

Bear hybrids have a bit of a reputation. Strong, aggressive, territorial. When the team hears they're getting a new bear hybrid, price is both excited and wary. Hes a polar bear hybrid, and knows damn well having two bears on a team can be hard to balance.

So imagine his surprise when he sees you. Sure, ur not tiny or anything, but you dont exactly tower over people like other bears do. Ur polite to the team, not bothering to kick up unnecessary fights. Often you just slink off to Ur room after ur required work is done, brushing off further socialization casually.

Not unheard of for bears to be antisocial, but some part of him is a bit sad he cant bond with the only other bear on team. It takes a long time for you to warm up to the team, but eventually you join in for meals and occasional trips to the bar.

Which means the first time u join breakfast is also the first time price sees you eat. He nearly chokes on his food when you grab a small cup of honey and fucking lick into it with an insanely long tongue. Its absolutely obscene. He can see the way ur tongue presses against the insides of the glass and wiggles around to scoop up the last drops. You make it look effortless.

Price cant help but wonder what that skilled tongue would feel like in his mouth. Or maybe on his cock. hes alot bigger than you, would you even be able to handle him? Gaz kicks price under the table and raises a brow, reminding the captain that hes in public and has been staring at a subordinate while sporting a half-chub for the past 10 minutes.

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Thinking about daddydom!Gaz with no daddy kink, yet again............

Kyle could see you moving a million miles per hour that day.

You’ve cleaned the entirety of your shared place, folded the laundry and even reorganized a few shelves as you did your dusting duties.

He liked to see you with all the energy but he hated to see you overwork yourself, so he allowed himself to step in.

“You did a good job today, hm?” He approaches you with soft spoken words, coming up behind you and hugging your body as you finish putting the dishes in their respective places. “Think it's time for you to rest, love. Okay?”

“But–” You cut yourself off as soon as you see the look in his eyes, knowing immediately that there’s no arguing about it. With a sigh, you nod in agreement. “Okay…”

“That’s my girl.”

Kyle escorts you back to your shared room, a hand lingering in your lower back to keep you from straying away. He always did this, lingering touches. A hand on your back to silently guide you, a hand around your nape to remind you to stay still in front of him, a hand on your thigh in public places to remind you he was always going to be there for you, a hand around your neck to remind you you’re his.

He takes such good care of you, you can’t help but do as he tells you. So when you reach your room and he asks you to go to the bathroom, you don’t hesitate. The bathtub is filled with warm water and your favorite bath salt, the thought of him putting effort into making you relax makes a smile bloom in your face.

“Let me help you, sweetheart.” Kyle plants kisses from your neck to your shoulder as he helps you undress, undressing himself right after guiding you inside the bathtub. He positions himself behind you, pulling you into his arms to hold you as he starts rubbing the loofah on your body.

He bathes you silently, whispering small praises to your ear every now and then. He lulls you to a very comfortable state, and you only realize you’re drifting off to sleep when he calls your name.

“Not time for bed yet, love,” he says with a giggle. You moan out a complaint and he giggles again. “Aren’t you jus’ so cute? I’ll be careful t’not drag you to the bath so late next time, I promise.”

With a kiss to your lips as he squishes your cheeks, he calls it a day. As he urges you to stand up so he can dry the water of your bodies, Kyle realizes he’s most likely talking by himself. After making sure you’re well dry, he slips in a pair of boxers before dressing you in what you usually wear to bed.

The content sigh you let out as he cuddles you inside the blankets is enough to turn off his mind, happy that he got to take care of you another day. He wraps his arms around you like one would a stuffed bear, kissing your temple before he allows himself to fall asleep as well.

a/n: came up with this while I was showering because self-indulgence is the ruler of fanfiction. go read clancy's [@clancycatears] posts about daddydom!gaz, as well!!

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So...after butterfly!reader absolutely devoured soaps face, its literally never mentioned again.

Soap is fighting off visions of you with his blood on ur lips at night, while u just casually wave to him in the hallways. He tries to ask u about it, but evertime u shrug him off. It gets to the point that he spends more time in the gym, trying to burn off extra energy bc hes popping boners just thinking abt you lol.

This ofc means that the next time u pass him in the halls he absolutely *reeks* of sweat. Only walking to his room because he forgot a change of clothes. But the second you lock eyes with him you have that *hungry* look and soap is being shoved against the wall. He yelps when ur tongue presses against his next and fucking licks across his Adam's apple.

You hum appreciatively again, but before you can pull away soaps grabbing ur bicep. "What the hell?" He sounds breathless just from that "you gonna finally talk to me, or keep being a fuckin tease?"

Obviously, ur little game has come to and end. So you grin at him, run a hand under his shirt. "Hm...butterfly hybrids usually drink sugar slushes, right?" He nods, brow furrowed "well, we also need to get other vitamins. Salt, especially. People tend to opt for drink mixes to add to water, but some are more...traditional. blood, sweat, tears...other stuff."

Soap suddenly feels hot under the collar with the way you look at him, fingertips running through the hair on his abdomen. Silently, face red, he tilts his head up to give you better access to his neck.

Hes gasping within minutes, your tongue lapping up every drop of swear his exposed skin has to offer. Soap genuinely *whimpers* when you lift his arm up to nose just barely close to his armpit.

Gaz pointedly coughs five feet over, his bedroom door still open from when he stepped out. His expression thoroughly unimpressed

"You two are disgusting." He points out, turning to walk down the hall.

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Hm. What abt soap and butterfly!reader who everyone assumes is soft and sweet?

People take one look at you and your "delicate" wings and draw some conclusions. There's a common stereotype with butterfly hybrids that they're extremely modest and shy. People expect you to be the quiet, calm and collected one of the group.

Theyre...kind of right? You are quiet, you dont really talk much even when soap goes on and on about whatever. You dont complain about his talking, but you certainly dont contribute. For the most part, soap takes this silence as a sort of confirmation that those stereotypes apply to you. That you really are shy and sweet.

So Imagine his shock when u and him art sparring and you punch him so hard his lip splits. Blood pours down into his mouth and drips over his chin. "Oh fuck! Sorry-" you grip his jaw to inspect the damage "...no stitches needed. Maybe a plaster, otherwise its good."

In the small pause with his face in your hand, soap can watch in real time as your expressions shifts from worried to hungry.

Without a second thought, you lean in and fucking lick the blood from chin to upper lip. Its absolutely filthy the way you do it, tongue pressed flat. But you just back off with a smile that looks very satisfied. "Oh...wow. I needed that. You taste good Johnny."

As you dive back in for more, soap decides then and there that u two are an item. Already planning a good date spot.

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