I absolutely love your hyena hybrid!reader fics, and I know you get requests all the time for different things. So if it’s not a bother, when you get the chance, could we please get some more of them?🥺
Since you asked very nicely and before I began to do commissions, then yes my sweet sinner, I shall write some more for you ❤️
Tags: omegaverse, hybrid au, hinted future tf 141 x hyena hybrid reader, genderfluid hyena reader, bear hybrid John Price, Belgian malinois Kyle Garrick, fox Johnny Mactavish, jaguar hybrid Simon Riley, scent kinks, imagined sexual moments
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Price hadn’t expected them to walk into a trap - perhaps he should have paid more attention to the safehouse they had walked into but fuck, he was so tired after the mission. They had just needed to lay low while the snowstorm blew over. It should have been simple. He had looked forward to a really good nap like the bear hybrid he was, the snow triggering his urge to hibernate. Maybe that was why. Maybe it was exhaustion. Maybe it was because he had expected the safehouse to be safe.
You were masked yourself, but only with a bandana for the lower part of your face. You were clearly in distress over them being there, not having expected the team to appear out of nowhere and well, Price couldn’t really judge you. They hadn’t expected you to be here either.
“Can’t you just… leave?” you finally asked, nodding towards the door they had walked in through about twenty minutes ago.
“Not like this,” Simon growled, his spotted tail flickering back and forth in annoyance. They were all on the couch next to each other, wearing only boxers and shoes like you had demanded. In truth one of them could probably take you out, but you had pressed your shotgun at the back of Price’s head rather convincingly. Besides, you didn’t seem like a criminal or a spy.
You actually winced at Simon’s words, then a tiny giggle left you, a quick “sorry” following. Price hadn’t been sure what kind of hybrid you were at first, your ears round, small tail quite bushy - but with the giggle, his suspicion was confirmed. A hyena hybrid. He hadn’t met a lot of those.
One thing was for sure though; you were an omega. An omega who was not on any kind of suppressants, your scent heavy in the small hut on the mountain. It had an undertone of warmth and spice, but right now there was an overwhelming almost sweet sour scent to it due to your stress.
Now Price was no genius, but he had seen enough people not having no clue of what to do, to know that it was how you felt right now. You were wearing an old, well worn t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants with enough paint stains to cover a new canvas. Your hair was a mess - you had clearly been sleeping not too long ago, until they arrived and made your evening stressful.
And fuck, even with the panicked scent to it, you smelled wonderful. Price pretended he didn’t feel his cock slowly chub up. You looked delicious… He wanted to sink his teeth into you, force you into submission, lick you and… his cock was definitely hard by now. Truthfully he didn't care whether you could smell his scent or not - by now all of their own suppressants were wearing off, slow alpha scents spreading and mixing with your omega.
Price wanted to rub himself against you, to mix your scent with his own and his pack. To make everyone mark you, to prove that you belonged to them. He almost felt a little high. This shouldn’t really turn him on. Being half naked on a couch with a shotgun turned towards him, but shit. He hadn’t wanted someone as intensely ever since Johnny joined his pack. He wanted to fuck you, wanted to watch the other’s fuck you. He didn’t even know your gender but he didn’t care. You were perfect.
”I don’t think you’re gonna kill us, are you, sweetheart?” Kyle’s voice was soft and kind, not an ounce of degradation in them. Price had an urge to tell him to shut up, but with the way your shoulders untensed and you lowered the shotgun a little, he kept his own mouth shut.
”Are you going to kill me?” You asked instead, a small giggle leaving you then afterwards, your ears tipping back and down, “I swear - I - I thought this place wasn’t being used any more, I-“
”Hey hey - It’s okay,” Kyle kept his voice calm, sending you a small smile, “We won’t hurt you.”
”We promise.” Price added gently and watched you take a couple of small breaths before looking over at him, watching him with worried eyes, ears moving back and forth for a moment. Before Price could help himself, he added a gentle “we promise, omega.”
You stared at him for a good moment and Price almost believed he had fucked up. Then you lowered the shotgun fully.
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You know, I don’t feel represented by the y/n market rn. Like, want a y/n sleep deprived that don’t get out of their room for four days straight, night time dwellers, stained sweatshirts and gym shorts, and with the power of magic and the leglock make all the fictional man swoon all over them. That’s the future I wanna 🤤
