#hybrids!au

“eager already, doll?..” his voice is still raspy from sleeping, eyes closed.

it’s not your fault that you’re young and needy! your heats became insufferable these days, you just can’t stop thinking of john. so you think maybe you’re finally ready to have pups. his pups! to give him a big loving family. he’ll absolutely spoil his children like he’s fond of spoiling you. dearly.

ah, and he would be a perfect girl dad, you know it! this pesky thought crosses your mind every damn minute. so when your next heat approaches, you don’t waste any chance of having yourself under john. there’s a lot of work to do! why should you waste your time on just playing around, aye?

the moment you enter your shared bedroom after a long day working in the garden (and quick shower), you start to undress yourself fast, back arched and bum up. the most prettiest thing, is what you are, already dripping and biting your lower lip, presenting yourself like a gift.

you tell him you want it raw, no protection, no pills. he only smirks, undoing his jeans slowly.

whatever you want, he’s all yours.

little you know that john is infertile. working in the military had its own consequences for him after all. he doesn’t say anything, but feeling you like this is pure heaven.

you whine and cry after weeks of trying to conceive a baby, glued to his side like a koala. nothing happens. he coos to you, caressing your hair tenderly and wiping warm tears away.

The bull hybrid/taurus hybrid ideas fit a multichapter farm fic, but I'm not so sure I wanna indulge in multichapter hybrids if the plot isn't one to grab me by the neck. So these are the top pairings, the sums you will have only when the stories come, some oneshots, some drabbles (I'm trying to write less words and it's killing me slowly yay)

and when he’s at home, all yours to cherish? a total blessing. he’s all clingy, huffing and grunting as he nosing the back of your neck, massaging your plush sides and soft breasts with his big warm hands, mumbling some sweet nothings into your ear, causing you to giggle affectionately while you’re cooking supper.

you turn around to face john, running your fingers over his tummy right to his bare hairy chest, mirroring his own tender touches. you whisper how much you love him with extra fat. he kept sighing, calling you silly, because no way you like him like that.

you roll your eyes, but he promises to have his toned body back in march, because he doesn’t want to buy any new clothes.

this man works hard, cook good food for everyone and smiles like he’s the sun itself. even the way he breathes makes you feel funny in your stomach.

it only took a day for you to realize that you’re going crazy. you woke up already wet, panting and feeling sick to the guts. you shove your soft fingers into your underwear too eagerly, seeking that relief only you can give yourself. just for a moment.

sitting in the kitchen was truly some kind of torture. the boys act like nothing happens. just chewing on the food and chattering about the weather, while you were literally burning alive.

you don’t know how you made it through the day. the moment you left the bathroom made you feel much better. refreshed and calmer, you landed on the couch, wishing for a break from all the madness you’re going through. it doesn’t take too much time for john to join you. he landed on the couch with a groan, spreading his legs, trying to get comfortable and all. your cheeks flush with the red immediately, thighs squeezing desperately, eyes half open. that shitty tv show is totally forgotten now.

“should i leave, love?” you turn your head instantly. of course he noticed the way your body language changed.

you shook your head, but he knows better. he pities you and decides to leave. but before he could go back to his place, you catch his hand.

“please, stay…” you whine softly, standing in the center of the living room.

he smiles tenderly. as always.

“should give ya some space, shouldn’t i?”

you want him to invade your space instead.

“john, please— i need some help, it burns”, your words sound miserable, but you don’t care anymore. you cling to him, nuzzling your head under his chin. you shake as you inhale his scent.

“i know, sweetheart, i know… but you’re not in yer mind now, yeah?” he brushes his lips against your hair, pressing a silky kiss and patting your head.

you lean into his affection too fast, swimming around in both tender touches and sweet nothings like a mermaid. a wave of relief washes over your body.

you defeated him. he wish he could be a better person around you. but he’s just a man after all.

he sighs and pulls you onto his lap.

“let me see”, he murmurs, carefully holding you with big and hairy arms. you shiver at the thought of being touched like this for the first time ever. he squeezes your side tenderly with his huge palm as his other one makes its own way through your sleeping pants right to your clothed throbbing core. he groans, you immediately shift away.

“no-no”, he coos. “don’t be embarrassed”. your underwear is ruined indeed. “it’s natural for pretty thing like you to get this leaky, specially during those bad bad heats”, his words make you feel even worse. once his fingers touch your folds, you know you’re gone.

“john— please, i need you to— can you—” you can’t even form a sentence properly. “i need a knot…”

he chuckles softly.

“a knot? you know i can’t give you that, silly, yeah? i’m not a hybrid nor your mate. don’t want to get you all wrong, aye? besides… ‘m not that type of a man you deserve”.

“i don’t care—”

“but i do”, he says sternly and it makes your eyes water right away. you’re so pathetic, you think. but seeing you like this made him soften up a bit. he hates seeing you hurt or upset. he wipes your tears away, kissing your reddish cheeks.

“poor thing, does it feel that bad? you tried to rub down there?” he asks genuinely and you nod too fast. “good lass… good lovely lassie”.

he shifts a bit as he notices the way you bit your lower lip nervously.

“so beautiful, aren’t you?” you whine sweetly. “alright then— what if i let you hump my thigh 'til that stupid icky feeling of yours goes away and then you get some sleep. sounds nice?” you gulped, but nodded anyway. “that’s my baby…”

he pats your bum gently as you straddle his thigh. that first roll of your hips against his clothed thigh feels electric. you moan pathetically. he chuckles quietly and you hide your face into his collarbone. he must be enjoying it, seeing you all needy and clingy. you try not overthink, instead you breathe him in as much as you can, before he can change his mind.

you’re all pulsing and warm. he feels it through your layers. the fabric of your underwear rubs against your clit deliciously, causing your wetness to begin to stain his jeans.

“just like that— poor little thing, was all by itself…” he murmurs as his fingers play with your hair.

you increase your pace, wrapping your arms around john’s neck as you press yourself even closer, grinding uncontrollably. your thighs squeeze tighter around his muscular one as you feel that knot in your belly is gonna explode.

you’re so so close. you can almost taste it on your tongue.

“greedy girl… keep goin’ and maybe i’ll let you ride my fingers instead, yeah?”

your whine cracked at the end as your orgasm hits, that extra stimulation driving you over the edge. john gripped your bum, rocking you easily with his strong arms to prolong your release. his grunts are echoing in your ear.

a couple minutes passed until your breathing back to normal. you lift your head up to look at him, your mind is still spinning, eyes are half open. he caresses your cheek softly, invading your mouth with his thumb. you suck on it eagerly and he smirks.

“thought you were a good pup. look at the mess you made down there”, you feel you’re throbbing again. “want my fingers that much, don’t you?”

“mhm—” you let out a muffled moan.

he grins as he withdrew his thumb with a pop. you lean closer to his face, wanting him to kiss you on your lips, but—

“stand up”, he pats your bum again and your expression is baffled. “don’t look at me like that, thought we had a deal, no? don’t get too greedy.” you feel betrayed. “now let’s get you to bed, sweet cheeks”.

sad and overwhelmed, you wake up with a slightly headache and missing panties.