Hiiii! I was just thinking about a cat!reader who can just rub against tf 141 men at any time.
Usually, cats rub against you when seeking affection or territory marking. It's a way for them to bond with you, transfer their scent, and let you know they're comfortable and happy.
How would tf 141 members even react to this?
Sooo...I've written a bit abt cat hybrid!reader in the past. But lets look at their initial reactions!!
To no one's surprise, it's Kyle who you nuzzle first. Hes a sweet guy and the most agreeable when you want to cuddle, so its only natural that after an op you push him into the couch and rub ur face all over his neck. Ofc, ur a military trained soldier, so Kyle is lowkey fighting for his life bc ur so strong you could easily crush him with ur nuzzling.
Still, hes honored that you trust him enough to scent. Gives you back rubs and endures the teasing he will surely get from soap.
Ghost, shockingly, is next. You notice hes tense after a particularly rough week, the scent of his discomfort easy for you to pick up. That simply wont do! So you wait until ghost and you are alone before pouncing.
It takes a bit of a struggle, but the second you get ur weight atop of him and nuzzle into ghost back he goes boneless. Doesnt even realize how much he needed the comfort until ur purrs have him dozing off and getting the first good sleep for since moths ago.
Price doesnt know how to react the first time you do it, freezing up instantly. One second you two were talking missions and the next ur hugging him and rubbing ur face along hid collar bone. You have to nip at him a bit to pull him out of hid stupor, but the second he is price has a hand on your head.
He gives you little ear stritches and smiles to himself at the fact u feel comfortable enough around a CO to do this.
By time soaps turn rolls around, hes maybe a little pissy. Everyone else got their turn but him! Little does he know you were waiting for the perfect time. The second winter turns rhe corner and night become cold, ur pulling him into ur den. He radiates heat like a furnace, which means hes perfect to become a glorified body pillow.
Not that soap is complaining, hes so so happy to be the first in ur den! And ur practically crawling all over him, covering soap in ur scent. He pats along ur back and over ur fur whIle you rub ur face into his neck.
Needless to say, they hadn't realized how much they needed to be scented by you :)
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the dragon mom posts reminded me of the Chicken Hybrid Reader ask you did a while back and made me think of that one story of a chicken hatching and raising a peacock.... i'm sure you can see where my brain went with this. Chickie hatching/raising dragon baby (or other similarly wild critter)
"How are we going to tell Y/N that's not a chicken egg." John sighs as he watches your shifted form settling down onto a fresh dragon egg. They'd found it while deployed, bringing it back because they thought you'd find it pretty. Instead, you immediately took it, made a nest, and shifted to hatch it.
"They know. They don't care. Any egg is an egg to them. Clearly, it must be viable." Simon murmurs as he watches you check on the egg. You nudge it softly, keeping it tucked warm underneath you. "We'll need to get ready for a baby dragon on base." John, with some help from Laswell, put you on maternity leave until your baby was grown enough.
It was only a week later that the egg hatched. You were ecstatic, squawking loudly to alert the team of the new arrival. You were carefully peeling the egg shells and membrane off the small dragon body. You were puffing with pride, showing off your small, scaly baby, but not daring to let anyone get close.
The baby was barely bigger than a chick, but you didn't care about that, fussing over him just the same. This was your baby, your weird, scaled baby. You would take care of him just like any other because he was yours.
Everyone HUSH. Magpie!Reader [AKA Magpie!Reader x Badger!Jack Abbot]
[CW~ does get smutty, age gap, sub!reader, use of 'kiddo' once or twice, overstimulation, dumbification, cumming inside, unsafe sex, author fell asleep near the end and could not decide on a perspective]
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♡Magpie!Reader who transfers to the Pitt with a blank no-shit-taken face and a certain jingle jangle to their walk. Just pushing the limits of what HR can and cannot say about what they wear, layered necklaces tangled under their scrubs and studded piercings lining their ears.
☆Magpie!Reader with deep black and peeks of blue wings tucked into their shirt as the hybrid code requires, yet unable to hide away the feathered tail that brushes the floor. They end up growing a bit jumpy whenever they hear something or someone approaching, having had his feathers ran over or stepped on one too many times. Possibly even a few feathers missing.
♡Magpie!Reader who always has some sort of dried fruit or seed packet with them, glancing out of one of their pants pocket. With barely any time in the ER to even take a breather, they usually just shove a handful in their mouth inbetween patients. They've also gotten to learn little details about their coworkers- Mel likes almonds, but can't stand any added flavouring. Dennis says to keep it on the low but pumpkin and sunflower seeds remind him of back home. Trinity isn't much for nuts [heh] but appreciates dried cranberries. Langdon thinks any fruit dried is strange.
☆Magpie!Reader who ends up repeating short tunes he heard on the radio, or a certain pronunciation from a patient under his breath. They don't realize they're doing it until Robby asks him why he keeps muttering 'qualms' in different ways while drafting patient logs.
♡Magpie!Reader who steals little things from the hospital that are more or less than a bit unsanitary. A dime that caught the light the other day, a pen from Dana's cup, a scalpel discarded because it was dropped on the floor before it could be used. It all sits on a small shelf, collecting dusk amongst various other trinkets that may or may not be in need of more space.
☆Magpie!Reader who secretly always grieves a patient lost, no matter if it could be helped or not. There's a flower bush besides the wide doors of the Pitt, nabbing a flower everyday on their way in. A single petal is laid upon the patient, maybe in their hand or in a pocket or on their chest if they can get away with it. If, by the end of shifts hours, they still have some petals left, they try to count it as a good day. Not too many people lost, with the few-petalled flower, but it ends up only really reminding them of the lives they failed to save.
♡Magpie!Reader who, come mating season, is much more performative. To be fair, most hybrids of the ER end up a bit of a mess, but when he finds himself taking extra night shifts and feathers fluffing up at the simple, gruff praise of 'good job' from the attending? You'd have to be a fool to think no one notices.
☆Speaking of, Badger!Abbot who pretends not to notice. He's been an attending for quite some time now, and even before, he's known damn sure he's a fine catch. People flirt, hybrids get a bit looser during mating season, it happens. But this seeming to happen every year? Tsk. Really making him reconsider if the brushy magpie is seeking this as a one-time-thing, or something to settle down for. Do magpies mate for life?
♡Badger!Abbot who becomes stiffer when the bird hybrid approaches him, arms flexing over his already-taut shirt and eyeing him carefully. Magpie!Reader sees this as just the night attending being mildly defensive from his contant flirting, but gets mixed signals when the rigid man shuffles closer, acting as though he were just trying to get a better look at the patient board he was asking for help on.
☆Magpie!Reader who presents the night attending with something shiny every week or so without fail. Sometimes a bit straightforward and odd, considering their... 'professional' relationship. A pretty marble rock he said matched Jack's fur mattern, a pen the older man was sure used to be his. Other times Jack had to look a bit harder to notice, but he always did. A holographic sticker pressed to the side of his coffee order, a star-shaped paperclip that was too polished to just be hospital ordered.
♡Badger!Abbot who finds himself acting a tad too alike Robby with Whitaker; allowing himself to be touchier with his praise, careful, precise hands brushing against the magpie's waist to rush out of the way to an incoming trauma. Playfully brushing the other man's hair after he accidentally lands a joke he didn't even mean to let slide. Catching Magpie!Reader as he passes by, letting out a 'great job, kiddo,' and patting his back before quickly moving on.
☆Magpie!Reader who freezes at the feeling of the nightshift attending's hand firm against his tucked-in wings, just barely choking down a whine while his feathers fluff up, trying to process in the middle of a bloodied hallway.
♡Badger!Abbot who's talking to the younger doctor while transferring notes or something or the other, before pausing mid-sentence and muttering 'hold on.' Magpie!Reader stopping the clicking of their keys and moving to turn around in their seat before freezing once more, this time at the feeling of careful yet firm brushes against the black and blue feathers peeking out the top of his scrubs. As always, their skin prickles and feathers fluff, air tight and unmoving in their lungs until Jack pulls away, offering a half-assed 'sorry' and show of some blood on a towel that had caught on their prized wings.
☆Badger!Abbot who totally catches on to just how sensitive the younger man's poor wings are. And you think he's not gonna exploit that? Yeah, right.
♡Magpie!Reader who fumbles and flushes like a madman once it finally clicks that he's in Jack's bed. His nightshift attending's bed. His boss's bed. Kissing him, no less. The older man is shirtless, maintained muscles obvious alongside the soft expanse of stomach. Not to mention the brush of hair on his chest that trails down thicker into his pants. Which, by the way, have gotten tighter and holy shit your courting has actually gotten you somewhere.
☆Badger!Abbot who only smirks and teases at the other doctor's wandering eyes and useless lips, the magpie spilling excuses as if to get out of the situation but cutting himself off anytime Jack tries to drag his mouth away. He's always chased back into a desperate gasp of kisses, the pair only sinking further into the cool sheets of the bed.
♡Magpie!Reader who soon finds himself whining, pouty and almost convincingly sad eyes as Jack manhandles him oh-so-well. One hand keeping down the bird's wrists, the other gently fisting through the softer underfeathers of the man's wings. Jack practically coos at the way the man beneath him chokes and twitches, half-heartedly squirming at the new and highly-sensitive feeling.
☆Badger!Abbot who purrs and mumbles out praises and reassurances from inbetween the younger man's legs, licking slow, sloppy stripes up the magpie's throbbing length and kissing the tip. 'There we go, baby, that's it.' 'Doin' so well for me, pretty boy, such a perfect cock.' 'That good, sweetheart? Makin' a mess all over me?'
♡Badger!Abbot who absolutely loves oral. Reader has to tug roughly at his silver curls, now oversensitive and sobbing for him to please, just fuck him. Tip leaking and twitching with every breath, yet still hips rolling up and pleading for more from the older man.
☆Badger!Abbot who takes his sweet time getting the other boy sensitive and whiny and sloppy, grinning and cooing at how stupid Reader's gotten on just his mouth, what a sweet, precious boy he is for letting Abbot have more of him.
♡Badger!Abbot who hushes the bird hybrids half-hearted worries with a firm hands on his wings, assuring Reader he doesn't need to think right now, assuring he's gonna take care of his sweet boy. Assuring, as a thick finger pushes into the magpie's tight, clenching hole, that he doing just perfect. One finger turns to two, then three before Abbot decides the boy beneath him is ready, ass up and pillow tucked under Reader's stomach, hiccuping from how many times his poor dick has tipped over with cum that must be stained to the sheets by the time they're done.
☆Magpie!Reader who can barely even sob anymore, just breathy whines and gasps as he fists at the wrinkled sheets and buries his face in the pillows. He doesn't register when his mouth streams out a slurred 't-thank'y, thank y'sir,' as Abbots dick burns at his insides, yet also lays the most wonderful, warm pressure deep in his guts.
♡Badger!Abbot who doesn't take long to get comfortable inside the other doctor, groaning and adopting a rough pace after the first couple of tentative movements- slowly dragging his cock out, leaving just the tip in the tight, needy ring, before thrusting back into the warmth. Veins press against the gummy skin, loving the sight of the bird under him twitching and sobbing, yet still sucking him in like they needed it to survive.
☆Magpie!Reader who manages to choke out a desperate 'mgh- i-inside, inside- please, inside-' once asked where the older man should cum. It only takes a few more unstable bounces before Jack hilts his cock deep inside the poor, overstimulated boy. Thick, creamy warm ropes of cum squirt out and fill the whining magpie to the brim, shallowly thrusting his seed deeper into the gooey hole. Drips of white manage to escape, spilling out and trailing down Reader's thigh and joining the puddle of his own release.
♡Badger!Abbot who makes sure you get aftercare, and rightfully so. The younger doctor is asleep almost as soon as Jack pulls out, breath hiccuping but managing to even out. Reader's not moving an inch, not if he can help it, letting the bird hybrid rest and murmuring praises against his skin as he slowly cleans both of them up with a warm rag he's retrieved from the bathroom.
☆Badger!Abbot who climbs back into bed like he's preparing for a hundred year's rest, pulling the other man close and tucking him into his warm body. Jack finally rests when their legs are entangled, his hand sifting through the bird hybrids hair, and feeling his slowed breathing against his chest.
urchincrab/carriercrab!reader x longspinedseaurchin!kyle,,,
NOW LISTWN LISTEN LISTEN
you’re sitting in your tank right,,, minding your business.
Price walks in. announces you’ll be sharing a tank with someone. you wonder who it is, maybe they’re trying to get you to mate again, you sure hope not!
after a few minutes, they bring a smaller tank in. you can’t see anything since the tank isn’t clear sadly, but he’s smiling.. why is Price smiling. it doesn’t look malicious, but it doesn’t look innocent either.
he climbs up the ladder to the top of your tank- yes, it’s a really tall tank- and drops in something. since you’re a crab and not a stupid fish, you have to wait until it sinks to the bottom.
it’s a sea urchin.
you tense, clearly not expecting this. why was Price smiling? it’s just a sea urchin.
but suddenly, your legs walk on their own as you approach the urchin.
it’s tall, maybe 6 feet, with long spines coming from its back. he notices you and grimaces. he sighs and introduces himself.
“Hey. Apparently they put me in here for study or something. I’m Kyle, what’s your name?”
you do your silly little crab walk towards him as you introduce yourself. he nods and sits down, curling up to look almost like a really big sea urchin. you walk over to the little cave they put in for you so you didn’t feel so vulnerable and hide, watching Kyle and trying your damn best not to just.. pick him up and carry him on your back.
over the next few weeks, Price watches you two, getting more and more frustrated that you two aren’t interacting. you also seem to be starving yourself, since they feed you two at the same time and you’re trying your damndest not to get too close to Kyle otherwise you’ll literally just pick him the hell up. you don’t even know if he’s comfortable with that! :(
one day, as you’re getting comfortable for sleeping, Kyle walks into your little cave and sits next to you, criss cross apple sauce. you immediately tense, why’s he here?? he seems nervous too..
“Uh.. hey, it’s okay if you want to carry me. I wouldn’t mind it. I think I’d like it actually..”
you look at him, confused. is he serious? after looking at Kyle for a few more seconds, deciphering the sincerity of his tone, you pick him up and put him on your back. he latches on, arms wrapped around your neck and legs wrapped around your waist. you lay down properly before falling asleep with Kyle on top of you.
the next day, Price walks in, seemingly pleased. seems this little experiment worked after all! :)
A/N: AUGHHHH I LOVE CRABS anyway kinda random idea but uhhh I had to
Grass Hopper mouse hybrid reader who gets recruited by Laswell. The whole team is skeptical about letting a mouse hybrid onto the team, but Laswell points out that your small size would be an ultimate advantage.
You're so cute compared to the gruff apex predators of your team, but what none of them seem to know is how skilled you are at hunting. Kyle was covering you as you breached a building, while Simon tracked the two of you on his scope.
His warning comes too late, and a scorpion hybrid gets the jump on you and Kyle. You yank Kyle out of the way, diving after the scorpion and getting stung in the abdomen.
You didn't even flinch from the stinger, grabbing hold of the tail and yanking it hard. You use the leverage of the tail to slam him into the wall, pinning him there so you can sink your teeth into his throat. Kyle watches in shock, but shakes it off quickly when Simon warns him there's more enemies on the way.
On the humvee ride back, everyone stares at you with bated breath. "Feeling sick at all, Y/N?" Johnny pipes up, nodding towards your bleeding midsection. Price had applied a few pieces of guaze to tide you over until you got to the infirmary, but he didn't have any antivenom for you.
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@konigs-lover gave me the idea for Cockatoo König and a parakeet reader! *Chomps and chews on the idea* This is a short little fic, but honestly, I might write more of this if people like it.
König couldn't help but be intrigued by you.
If your wings and feather tufts weren't so brightly colored, he might've lost you in the hustle and bustle of the base. You had vibrant green wings, spotted and streaked with reds and yellows, and small tufts of feathers in your hair.
But you were also insanely small. Sure König was a giant, but you were shorter than Horangi! You only reached his shoulder when you stood beside him, and it was your size that truly fascinated König. He would watch you during training, at the mess hall, during trips to the bar, he watched you constantly out of curiosity.
"What is it with you and staring at me?" You huff at him after you finish training. The gym had begun to empty out, but König stood there watching you, like he always did. "Waiting for me to make a mistake? Or do I have something in my feathers?" You ask, and Konig grins under his mask.
Such a fiesty little thing for being so small. He shrugs absently and takes a step toward you, easily towering over your frame.
"You're a tiny pretty bird. I just wonder about how you do on deployment." He states bluntly, your eyes narrowing at him a little. You weren't intimidated by his size, but you didn't like how close he was getting to you.
"You watch me all the time. You've never seen me sparring?" You ask curiously as he slowly walks in a circle around you. "Are you studying me now?" You ask, letting out a sharp chirp when König touches one of your wings.
You snap your head toward him, ready to tell him off when he accidently steps on your foot, absolutely crushing it under his. Before you can even think about it, you snap your teeth at him, pushing at his chest and sending him on his ass.
"Watch it! Do you forget how big you are? You almost ran me over!" You chirp angrily at him, getting in his face. "Just cause I am small doesn't mean you can step all over me! I'm a third of your size, but I can still knock you down." König blinks at you, your angry and fast chittering making him smile more under his mask.
You were strong. He hadn't expected that much strength out of a little body, but you also knew exactly how to tackle, push, or grab someone to actually do damage.
"I'm sorry, pretty bird. Would you be able to help me up?" König asks as he tilts his head at you. Your feathers slowly return to normal, not ruffling them out anymore. You huff a little, extending your hand only for him to pull you down onto his chest.
"Hey! Let me go!" You hiss, trying to wriggle your wings from where he'd pinned them. He wasn't holding you tight enough to hurt you, but he grins as he keeps you pressed against him.
"You can knock me down, pretty bird, but can you get free?" He asks, half teasing but also serious. He opens his mouth to continue, but he doesn't get the opportunity because you headbutt him in the nose.
"Why are you still staring at them after they busted your nose?" Horangi asks curiously as he preens Königs feathers. "Don't tell me that them headbutting you made you have a bigger crush."
"It did... I love that they aren't afraid of me. Anyone their size normally would be." König says honestly, looking over at Horangi. "Do you not like them because they hurt me?"
"I like them even more, honestly. Just wish I'd been there to see them knock the shit out of you." Horangi chuckles, and König smacks him with his wing. "Just saying. Next time you try and grab them, let me know. I heard them talking about using their claws on your dick next time." He teases, and Königs feathers ruffle slightly.
Maybe he would have to grab you again, the way his cock jumped at the idea. Or maybe he could just tell you that he liked you, like a 'normal' person. Nah... Grabbing you would be much more fun.
