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Hybrid!141 & Hybrid!FTM!Reader

(First post back please have mercy when reading. You can pick your own hybrid form too… This will have a few more kinks me thinks. ⚠️: Hybrids, improper use of powers, dual cocks, small mentioned once size kink, )

“Ah- Ah- Ah!” Your claws scrape against the bicep of the man closest to you. You’re not sure who’s who at this point. They swapped places every two- three, fuck you don’t even know anymore- your thoughts are cut off as your face is gripped tightly. Your eyes open.

“You st’ll in the’e.” The first thing you see, and hear, is Johnny. Soap- the reason you’re in this mess. He lured you into the room with sweet sweet words(the promise of a cuddle session), and you went. Despite how much you teased the group earlier, soap said it was water under the bride. Of course you didn’t realize it was just water under the bridge for him. His teasing tone makes you frown sharply.

“Ghost. The pretty boys frowning. Maybe he needs a-” You don’t hear the rest of the sentence. Your whole existence focuses on the tongue on your T-Dick, and the thick fingers stretching you out. You can feel ghost hum while his lips are sealed. The wisps of shadow that flow from him slide deeper than his fingers reach. Making you feel full.

“Fu-Fuck- Fuck!” You whine out. You feel fingers in your hair, Price. His other hand holds your wrists together.

“So pretty hm.” His voice is calm sure, you can feel his cocks on your upper back. The dual cocks leave a trail of pre whenever Ghost’ fucks his fingers, and wisps, into you.

“That’s what we’re getting you ready for.” Your superior hearing makes it so you’re able to catch the words that ghost murmurs as his tongue presses against your clit again.

“Ah-” Your brain blanks out. Your body shakes through this orgasm. You don’t remember much after that. You remember the hands cleaning you, the soft warm water, being dried off, and your silk pjs going on. When you actually come to, you’re on Gaz’s chest. The harpy, who was on a mission for a few days, held you close.

“You sorry for teasing us.”

DILF!Werewolf!FTM!Reader x HYBRID!141 au!!

You were old. Older than them. A seasoned veteran. An older Werewolf that seen it all(your wolfyness made you still look hot even though you are in your 60s). They lived with you. While their injuries healed. Your large home easily fit the four large hybrids.

You smile sharply at the younger werewolf. “Get y’er fluffy ass down Soap.” You say as you laugh. His tail wags as he pounces. You both fell with a “oof” and landed on the nice tiled floor. Both of you scramble around for a moment until you grab him by the scruff and pick him up.

“Oi! Price!” You yell out with a laugh, as soap pouts in your arms. “Y’er puppy ain’t being real nice ta’ me.” You see the large dragon hybrid slowly walk out of his room. His hair a mess. Price smirks at you and the now blushing Soap.

“What did I tell you, yeah?” Price says with a laugh. Soap mutters under his breath. “Speak up Soap.” Price sighs.

“Not to bother the big bad while he’s working.” Soap grumbles out. You raise an eyebrow. ‘Big bad’ you mouth to Gaz, the harpy hybrid sitting in the corner. Perched on a stand you built. Gaz laughed from where he was sitting. High above everyone.

You sigh before tossing Soap onto the large plush couch. “Sit the fuck down.” There was something in his scent. A flash of heat before it was forcefully washed away.

He didn’t know how much more he could take. Ghost already felt at the brink of another orgasm, this would be the third one. He thought he could take whatever you dished out. That he could get away with disobeying your orders(it was simple too. Just make sure he takes care of himself while on duty). But noooo he had to forget again- now he’s stuck with a fucking vibrating cock-ring on his cock, a plug pressing against his prostate and the feeling of a pink frilly thong on under his military issue pants.

Ghost felt his thong shift the plug- pressing deeper inside. It’s almost as if every nerve he had was shot, every singe move and he felt his entire being light up in pain and pleasure. Soap wasn’t helping. It’s as if he knew about his friends- almost lover. They were so close but he met you and well that’s that- predicament.

“Mhmf” ghost let out a sharp sound and pressed his hand over his baclava. He felt his cheeks flush, and his breathing quicken. He was so close to another orgasm. Another one one where he will feel it but won’t cum- his whole body will feel alive yet he won’t get the sweet release.

This may have breeding. Slight dub con(though it’s revealed at the end that soap has been WANTING M!reader. I do NAWT know how to write dubcon guys this is all consensual but seems like dubcon idk) THANK YOU ALL. YALL SEEM TO LIKE THIS SHIT HEHEHEHEH

Also P.S. I… might’ve added my own kinks to it………(not all of em. Just a few. Some I think just fit)

Pt. Two.

As the days past you could see the 141 group become different. Maybe it was because it was spring, but they were more touchy. Soaps sparring techniques got more rough. Leaving marks across you.

He bites at your neck not being careful. You wince. Your large wings flutter out. They knock him across the sparring mat. “What’s going on?” You hiss out. You can see Soaps pupils widen. His smile becomes violent. His tail wags fast and he lunges at you. Then the mist of the wraith stops him. Ghost holds him tightly.

“I’m sorry it’s- well…” he hesitates. Still struggling with the almost feral werewolf. “It’s spring. It’s most species mating season.” Your face goes a bit pink before nodding.

“Let him go.” You say. Ghosts eyes narrow. Then he wisps away. Soap falls forward, catching himself right before he falls. You crouch and laugh.

After a long sparring session you pin soap onto the floor. Soaps growls and snarls as he tries to move. He grinds his hips into yours. Trying to entice you.

He whines. You lift him up and drag him out of the room. His claws dig into your shoulder. Your eyes can see the other members watch you effortlessly carry the Scottish werewolf.

You pass Price and you could practically taste his jealousy. As you get to your room, you slowly open the door. You toss soap onto the bed, watching as he tears his clothes to shreds. You close the door behind you(of course conveniently forgetting to lock it).

“Please-please-please~.” Soap whines out. His claws dig into your mattress. You slowly strip. Revealing more and more muscle until you’re standing naked infront of the wolf hybrid. Your wings flutter out and your eyes watch him. Watch his every move. Watch how he whines for you. Your inner angel purrs just wanting to burrow your thick cock into him.

“Present.” You say sharply. Your own cock leaving a tent in the golden underwear you wear. You vanish it quickly and hear a whimper. Soap is staring at you. Just watching your large cock hang. It’s thick though- “fuck…” soap mutters as he drools. His eyes on your pierced cock. The golden piercings that run down the thick organ.

He pretends properly, ass in air, all ready for you. You stalk closer to him. Trying to calm the rush. The rush of nabbing your prey and making him yours. You notice his non-blemished ass. Biting into it quickly, Soap moans loudly. Then your tongue slips into his puckered hole.

He moans louder, you decide… on a whim really, to make your tongue thicken and stretch. Making sure it slowly opens him up for you while you press against his prostate. His whimpers are like music to your ears. “Ah-ah-ah~.” He ruts back trying to push you further into him. You pull back, your tongue squelching out slowly.

You stand behind him and slowly insert into him. Your thick cock stretching him, even with the prep you gave him.

Maybe I’ll edit this and continue later chat. I’m tired AF… if my bf sees this… erm. Hi!! Miss you!! Love you!!

You joined the TaskForce after being transferred out of your old squad. They didn’t really need giant Angels anymore. So you were sent away. You heard about the dangerous TaskForce141. The Dragon Captain, The Werewolf Sergeant, The Harpy Sergeant, and The Lieutenant Wraith. You knew it would be weird, your just joining and such but-

“Jesus fuc-” Sergeant Soap states. You’re a hunk of a man. Practically 7ft tall, large imposing wings with eyes on them, a muscular body(with a slight chub on the stomach). Though your wearing a white cloth over your eyes. Your other ones watch the group like a hawk. Just staring.

“Welcome.” Captain price walks up to you, though you can tell his spikes on his tail are up. Ready for anything. You nod your head.

“Thank you for having me sir.” You say plainly. Your other eyes monitor their expressions. You can see that the tuffs of fur on Gaz’s wings are standing on edge, Soaps claws are slightly out, and Ghost looks like his full form, angry. “I hope we work well together.” You fold your wings back, leaving only two of your “eyes” watching them. You can see them slightly relax.

“You’ll wear the cloth of’en then?” Soap asks. Walking into your space. You look down at him. For you he’s like a puppy(his tail is wagging behind him).

“Ah yes- it’s better for us all.” You say calmly, you don’t want to scare them.

(A while later)

You’ve become a vital member of the team. Becoming closer with them. You bring Captian price flying just to remind him what it’s like. You make nests with Gaz. Go running with Soap. Though Ghost was still cold to you. That changed when you were on a mission.

“[Redacted]!” He rushes into the area, you weren’t answering your comms and- full stop. You were standing in the middle of a battlefield. Enemies strewn around you, just pieces. Though that wasn’t what caught his eyes. It was you, you without your blindfold. He froze as he looked at you. You didn’t- you didn’t have eyes. “[Redacted].” Your wings flow out. Menacingly. Your other eyes watched for enemies and then you saw him. You quickly cover your empty sockets.

“Lieutenant.” Your angel eyes could see him walk closer. They stiffen and the ring on your neck glows. You can a ‘see’ him pull bandages from one of his side pockets.

“Hey. It’s okay- can you er- kneel?” He asks awkwardly. You drop to the floor quickly. Your knees thudding on the blood soaked ground. Slowly your hands are moved from the two empty spaces that once held your eyes. Ghost could see the golden blood that welled in them, not dripping out. He wraps the gauze around your head. Making sure your sockets are covered.

“It was a mission gone wrong.” You say start. “A traitor in our group. He knew I could usually see how his magic was being used. So he took my eyes.” Your voice was soft. “But I thank him sometimes. Not being able to see with these eyes has helped my other ones.” Ghost tapes the gauze down and helps you stand up(okay maybe not helps, he just stands there as an arm rest. What you’re fucking massive).

“[Redacted]… it doesn’t look like our regular kind of eye socket.” He says quietly. “It’s gold.” You laugh.

“Well yeah. I’m an angel. My blood is gold.” You smile at him. “Let’s go hm?” Ghost nods and follows behind you.

After that well it was like he was your shadow. Constantly behind you. Watching your back(knowing that you literally can see behind you.” Now that you had Ghosts seal of approval, everyone else became more… touchy.

His hands grabbed at his coworkers, his teammate, his lovers, hips. He could feel Soap grab at the pink thong under his clothes. “Well ain’t this a surprise.” Ghost can feel the snap against his skin- Soap pulling at his thong.

“Who woulda’ thoug’t the big bad w’lf would be this pr’tty in pink?” Soap snickers as Ghost flushes under the mask. He can see Soap reach into his pocket and pull out the remote.

“F-fuck- you got- you got’the remote.” Ghost whimpers out. There was only one way and- shit.

“Mhm. Your boss gave me this. Said I could do whateva’ I want,” Soap murmurs into Ghosts ear. Even as his hands fumble with his belt, the other hand raising the vibrations. “Gave permission to the whole team, even cap’ian to play.” Soap tilts Ghosts head to the window. Ghost can see the red light of a camera. His eyes widen.

“It’s- it’s recording?” He mutters before he whimpers, Soaps hand pressing on his hard cock. “Pleasepleasepleaseplease.” Soap just chuckles and pulls down Ghosts uniform pants to his knees. Revealing his hard, heavy cock(already dampening the thong fabric, already pushing out of the thin flimsy thong). It’s already purpling.

Soap flicks at it and a drop of precum manages to spurt out. “Oooh- is it too hard baby?” Ghost nods and gasps. Enjoying the touch yet resenting the torture of being denied. Soap holds the thick cock loosely, letting ghost buck his hips into his hand. Soap can feel his own head spin. He feels drunk in the fact that it’s him pleasuring ghost, that their being recorded. The video will be seen by their whole team and Ghosts lover. It’s the power.

“Let-let me cum- please” soap stick a few fingers into ghosts mouth. Before pulling them out. His hand moves lower and thumbs the thin piece of fabric not even covering his ass. Soap moves it to the side to press at the plug. Ghost curls. His body shuddering through a dry orgasm- his cock red and purple and so pretty.

Soap snaps the front of the thong over his cock before using his “wet” hand on ghosts thighs. Ghost is shaking with light aftershocks(already on his fourth dry orgasm), when he feels Soaps cock push in between his thighs.

“Oh fuck- I knew you were a slut.” Soap hisses out as he humps against Ghosts plush but muscly thighs. Every movement made Ghosts cock brush Soaps stomach, every time it pushes the plug against his prostate.

“Ah ah ah- fuck,” Soap cums quickly. The feeling of being with the man he loves, finally being allowed to touch him makes him cum quick. “Good boy.” He says as he pulls back. He wipes his cum off of Ghosts thighs(he leaves the stains on his thing. After all he wats ghost to feel him there).

“Usually I’d help you cum but,” He states as helps Ghost get ready slowly. Pulling his pants back up. “Your boss wants it like this.” Making sure that even while Ghost is lust dumb he still is coherent.

Okay it’s 1 AM. I’m tired… and I don’t want ghost to “finish” yet so erm… yea!!

Soap writhes on the soft silk sheets under him. Your hands pull softly on the ribbons wrapped around his reddish cock. The man whimpers. The man that has taken out so many enemies, wriggling. Begging for relief. Begging for anything.

“P-please.” He whines out. His hips moving, seeking friction. Seeking anything. After all you’ve been at this since he got home.

The moment he walked into the door he was pulled into your shared room.

Your hands start to move on his cock, up and down. No lube but Jesus Soap will take whatever he can get. The rough pads of your fingertips play with the head of his cock. Soaps whines get higher. His hips scrambling to taste more friction, more pleasure.

Within moments he was already at his limit. “Please. Please.” Soap whimpers out, you can see his body start to tense. Within seconds your hand is wrapped around the base of his cock.

“Oh no no no.” You mutter softly. Soap yelps out. His face panicked, eyes filled with unshed tears. “Please, please. I’ve been-” he gasps. “I’ve been good.”

You shrug and smile slyly. Then your hands start moving again. Fast. “Thank you- thank you.” He repeats it over and over until he’s screaming out his release. You, of course, let go. The moment the stimulation is gone he takes a shuddering gasp.

“I never said I’d make it a nice one.”

(Except you are also a male Yandere)

•You meet when you are both younger. Still in college. At the time, MSub was blackout drunk, so he didn’t fully remember you. But you remembered him.

•At first it was simple. Learning his routine, finding his socials. Then it became deeper. More in depth. Watching him sleep, stealing his clothes from the shared dorm laundry room, hacking into the student dorm files and forcing his roommate to move out.

•After that, is when he notices you for the first time. Once his old roommate mysteriously left, you were put in. He could see that you were obsessed. It was obvious. So he showed off.

•One night, you wake up in the middle of the night to whimpering. Your eyes go to MSubs side of the room and see the moving blankets. Up, down, up, down- Jesus. You can hear him whimper and whine. Then you hear “[Name]~” being moaned in a soft, needing, desperate tone. You stay still watching the sweaty body writhe under the blankets. Once MSub finally finishes he leaves the blanket on, a wet spot on the area where he finished.

•He caught you sucking the spot the next day- “gods [Name] such a bitc-” He is pounced on.

•Usually you are reserved but the moment you hear his teasing tone you tackle him onto your bed. Well… he should’ve been good.

• “Ah-Ah-Ah~” MSub moans loudly. You pound into him relentlessly. Not caring for his feelings(you don’t know that he loves the feeling of being helpless). “My Bitch. Cmon- beg- beg me to cum~” You grunt out. “Pluh-please, Faster- ah~.” All MSub can let out is whines for more and more.