#hybrid!cod

[keeiv]

More Livestock Guardian!Ghost and Sheep!reader but make it, like a little gross 🫶🏻 part one here

cw: +18 mdni pls, dry humping thats abt it, afab reader

You wandered too far. Always one for going further for that better berry patch or shadier groves, especially now that Ghost was here. You explored the woods around the field without fear, the wolves driven miles away and not bold enough to return. You’re free to swim in the stream and laze around the plush moss, it was your own little oasis. But you don’t notice the dark clouds or feel the static in the air, not until the sky opens up.

The rain is ice cold and so dense you can’t see through it more than a few feet. In seconds you are drenched and shivering, frantically trying to find some reprieve from the downpour. You run in the direction you think your pasture is in, blinding groping along familiar towering boulders when you find a crevice. Close to the ground and probably some small animals den, you wiggle and stuff yourself inside. It’s bigger than you expect, big enough to curl into a tight ball as you sniffle and try not to get mud in your mouth. The thunder rattling in your ears only makes you whine, wishing for the safety and warmth of the barn. 

He hears you. He can’t smell you in the rain but he follows your warbling cries as far as he can. You’d taken too long to come back to the herd, probably napping by the stream and unaware of the darkening sky. He doesn’t make it far when the rain starts, left to follow your tracks in the mud. Smart lamb, stuffing yourself in a hole too small for predators like himself to dig you out. He tries anyway, claws raking through icy mud but it only startles you further, pushing yourself to the very end of the burrow and bleating in distress. He can taste your fear scent in the back of his throat, heady and raw and the animal part of his brain revels in it. Digging harder and faster with a deep snarl, reaching in and groping around to feel even a bit of you. He’s able to wedge his head in, eyes zeroing in on you in the dark as you wrap your arm around yourself like a shield.

You really do start crying when you see him, big fat boo-hoo tears. Not because you are scared, you just wanted to go home. But home came to find you. 

“G-Ghost-“ you bleat miserably as he noses at your cold ears and lets you grab at him, dragging him in and soaking up the warmth radiating off him. 

“Don’t hide from me like that.” He growls, a warning you ought to be better about listening to. He gives you a long suffering huff and squeezes in with you, the rain beating down on his back as he reaches in to pull you from corner.

“Shouldn’t wander ‘s far. Now look’t you.” He grumbles, his fur is rough and scratchy against your face as you press into him, tucking under the spiked collar and breathing in the smell of home and herd. 

“You found me.” Your voice, clogged with tears, has him rumbling, claws digging into the mud beside your head. You don’t understand it yet, but that's okay. He’ll always find you, no matter how far you roam. But maybe that's why you let him do what he does, let him snuffle and nip at your soft, downy ears with the same teeth that snap bone and rend flesh. You don’t know any better when you lean into him, making yourself small and neat for him to latch onto and tuck away under his ribs, right in the hollow space near his heart. 

He thinks you just might want the same when you stick your cold nose in the space just below his ear and sigh like you have nothing to fear from him. You don’t even push him away when he starts drooling, feeling his hot, humid breath on you like a brand as he huffs your scent. You only wrinkle your nose a bit and let him move you to wrap your legs around him, crushing you to his chest. 

You think he may be rocking you, much like what you do with the small new born ewes, only his big meaty paws are grabbing at your hips and pressing them down onto him. You’re pulsing and warm, he can even feel it through your layers. He’s only warming you up, lamb, quit running from him. 

At least out here the others won’t come looking when they hear your soft sounds and hiccups when he’s got you under him, rutting against your puffy little sheep cunt with his teeth digging into your shoulder. Not enough to bleed, never, only to hold you still like an unruly pup. It was enough, more than enough to get him there, relishing in the weak mewl you give when his thick tip throbs against your puffy clit. It was disgusting, the way you go from shivering in fear to rolling around in the mud like you’re in heat, humping against each other in the dark.

Your fingers are shaking when they reach up, but you sigh when your fingers slide under worn leather, curling around the cold iron spikes, tugging it tighter and tighter. Feeling your plush cunt through thin fabric and the pressure around his throat has him snarling, teething and drooling on the unmarred skin on your shoulder. Is this what it’s like to be devoured? Is this what the others are so scared of when the wolves howl outside the barn? You extend your neck into his waiting maw and hope they understand, to be devoured is to be loved. The marrow sucked from your bones and delicate flesh stuck between his teeth, burrowing so deep in his cracks and crevices that he’ll never be rid of you. 

[itscodplicated]

so Hybrid 141 right but, like they're all dragons. now throw in younger dragon hybrid reader, like to them basically a fledgling even though adult but, in like dragon standards bebe (baby). roll with this however you please lmaoo

Dragon!141 x Dragon!reader | Just out off the nest

You might have been a legal adult but by dragon stander you were freshly, if not barely, out of the nest. Well, that is, if you could call the reserve you grew up in a nest...

Not that you were complaining. Long gone are the times when hybrids would be kept as slaves and pets, but that never stopped traffickers. As far as you were told, the egg that eventually became you was rescued from poachers during a military operation before being brought to the reserved. You had a wonderful childhood, and you were eternally grateful for the people who took care of you. There just weren't any other dragons around. So, not only were you young, but you were also thoroughly inexperienced in what it truly meant to be a dragon.

You enroll in the army the moment you can, wanting to save other hybrids like you where. You though (hope) the environment might also wake up your dragon instinct. If not, at lest no one there would look at you weird, since humans don't know how to be dragons either anyway.

What you hadn't accounted for was for some woman, Kate Laswell, to start pulling strings to get you transferred the moment you got out of basic. Clearly wasn't the type transfer you could say no to.

You could understand that the military saw dragons as high value asset, but you had no where near the skills or experience necessary to be part of a Task Force...

You didn't even take two step out of the transport that you were getting smoke blown directly in your face. Your instincts caught onto it quicker then you did; dragons. At lest one other, you couldn't quite see through the smoke.

And poor little you. You had never seen other dragons, never learn how to properly be one yourself, so you had no clue what getting covered in someone else's smoke meant. Had you offended someone? Where you invaliding their territory without knowing?

But there wasn't any growls or snarls, just four (well, really three) friendly faces waiting for you as the smoke dissipated. Four other dragons. More then you thought you would ever see in your life.

Two "true" dragons, the Captain and the masked one, with large powerful wigs on their backs. A clearly excited drake sporting a mohawk, sturdy and looking like he couldn't be knock off balance. And a calmer but just as happy wyrm, more precisely a very beautiful sea serpent, clearly agile but just as strong as the others. With you being a wyvern, it made quite the diverse group.

It doesn't take long for them to explain that, yes, they know you're not on their level. Bringing you on a operation whit them would be suicide. They didn't exactly got you transferred to be on the team, but more so you wouldn't be taken advantaged off somewhere else and to make sure they would be the ones training you.

"There's so little of us out there. Better to stick together and form a strong pride." They had said.

They had stared at you in surprise when you had ask, very nervously, what a pride was. You found yourself quite stupid once they had said it was like a herd or a pack, but for dragons. And they realize they had a lot more then military training to go through with you.

None of them where wyvern, but they would make damn sure to show you what it meant to be a dragon in general.

Price took over most of the military stuff and flight. Not that you didn't know how to fly, the reserve had place you with aves hybrid to make sure you would learn from them. But that was the problem in Price's opinion. You knew how to fly like a bird, not a dragon. Your arms are sore from all of the practice, but John always take the time to massage the knots out of your tired muscles.

Ghost decided he was going to teach you about hoards. You had never understood the whole gold and jewels thing, it had never called to you. And you understood why once you saw his knife collection. Hoards are personal, the gold thing had always been an over generalization. Ghost was hoarding weapons, for Price it was cigars and alcohols, Soap was going for drawing supplies and Gaz... Well they all weren't sure about Gaz, but they thought it might have to do with the enormous amount of skin and scales care product he had. All to say, Simon was there to help you figure out what you wanted your hoard to be.

It didn't even take a week for Gaz to get rid off whatever dark waxy material you where using to cover your scales. You had some on all the time. That was bound to be bad for you. You explained you where doing it for safety, because the hidden scales and the fact the your wings were connected to your arms thanks to being wyvern meant most people assumed you where a bat hybrid at first glace and not something as valuable as you truly where on the black market. That only got him more determined. You where part of their pride now. You didn't have to hide; they wouldn't let anything append to you.

You truly didn't expect him to be so easily able to manhandle you, but the next thing you knew, you where in the shower room. You genuinely got anxious as he started revealing bright orange, opalescent scales. Normally, only wyrm had that type of shine to their scales. As far as you were told at the reserve, dragons were proud hybrids. Would they no longer want anything to do once they realize you were a mixed breed? You didn't worry long because Kyle looked down right ecstatic. That meant you where a tad bit like him and he loved it.

Soap tried to help you whit your breath. You knew you could make sparks at the back of your throat, but you had never managed to spit fire. It took a lot of explanations and demonstration before you managed to do... something. It had been small and quick, but very encouraging. And when Johnny encouraged you to try again, he was left speechless to see not fire coming out of you, but a wild electric arc. (Kyle was even more excited because you where turning out more and more like him.)

What you still couldn't understand though was why they still wrapped you in clouds of their smoke once in a while. Why you would sometimes wake up with some of their scales nudged between yours sometimes. Or why they would always pulled you close to rub their necks against yours the moment they could. They always seemed to doge the questions when you asked...

They just hoped you wouldn't be too mad once you realize they have more or less been grooming you. You where probably the only female dragon they would see in their life and they didn't mind sharing if it meant having a pretty little mate like you.

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Always thinking about Hybrid!CoD 🐰🐺🐗🐮

Rabbit!Gaz who takes to thumping his feet whenever the others start to annoy him too much.

Rabbit!Gaz who gets away with a lot since he’s quick enough to be gone before he gets caught.

Wolf!Ghost who has a tendency to knock things over with his bushy tail. It's getting annoying and out of hand.

Wolf!Ghost who is desperately trying to beat the “good boy” allegations. No his tail does Not wag when you tell him he did a good job no he will Not go fetch.

Boar!Soap who is NOt Stinky! He’s not! He showered this morning!!!

Boar!Soap who complains that his tusks get in the way when he eats/drinks.

Bull!Price carefully putting his hat on around his horns to avoid poking holes in it (still forgets sometimes and almost stabs his horns right through).

Hybrid!Cod who makes fun of Bull!Price by waving red flags around him as a bit. It’s less funny when he actually goes to charge Gaz.

[keeiv]

A Livestock Guardian!Ghost x Sheep!Reader thought

The collar is thick and the iron spikes are mean. It’s the first thing he was ever given, first thing he ever belonged to. Feeling it dig into his throat was more comforting than the barn he slept in at night, brought him more courage than a kill made with his own teeth. It told those going for his throat that he’s protected and he would protect in turn, no matter the cost.

Big and scarred, the farmers that took him in washed him clean and showed him his new purpose: the soft and docile sheep hybrids that roam their fields. More importantly, you. Soft wool and velvety black ears that droop, twitching little tail over your rump. Peace oozed from you like violence poured from him, it was bred bone-deep in both of you.

The herding dogs stayed weary of him, eyeing him as he stood on the edge of the fields, watching and waiting. The little lambs and skittish sheep were even worse, keeping their distance from his yellowing teeth and shying away when he lumbers around them in silent vigil. It suited him just fine, content to listen to their gentle bleats and watch over them from a distance.

The wolves in the area are voracious and Ghost understands why they kept him despite his feral nature, to hunt the hunters that stalk his gentle herd. He smells them from leagues away and snaps at your heels to drive you and the herd to a far corner before he gives chase. They are skinny and starved and no match for Ghost and his mass. When it’s all said and done, one lies dead at his feet and he graciously accepts the head pat he gets from the farmers oldest daughter as a job well done. But nothing is as rewarding as seeing you break away from the herd, approaching with a bowed head and soft eyes.

Your steps are careful and Ghost stands very still for you. He’s rewarded with a shy smile and your soft head bumping into his, ears flickers nervously. When you pull away the blood of wolves paints your pretty plush fur. He can’t stand the sight. It’s your turn to stand still as he licks you clean, free from the gore still clinging to his own patchy fur.

That night you stay glued to his side, head drooping with sleep when the others from the herd join you. Ghost is only slightly alarmed when he’s become surrounded on all sides by happy snuffling sheep, the sleepy creatures crowding him until he’s buried in the middle of the herd.

Part two

[itscodplicated]

Of scales and smoke

(Dragon 141 x Dragon reader)

Just out off the nest

Very reluctant lending

Badly hurt

Finally hording

All about scales

Too mush time to think

Avoiding

Heat of the moment

Flying lizard

Is it wrong?

Forgiven but not forgotten

An actual dragonet

More?

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[itscodplicated]

Hi deary! More dragonbabies please? Maybe MC meeting other dragon hybrids right after their heat and being like 'wow, this is a normal interaction? Huh. I miss the smoking.' I love you, mwah

Thinking of calling it "Of scales and smoke" let me know what you think.

Dragon!141 x Dragon!reader | Flying lizard

Seeing you stand there on the tarmac, tired, confused, aching, was torturous for them. If Laswell had had it her way, your would have been gone three hours ago already, but you couldn't even stand on your own two hours ago.

There had been no being pulled into Kyle's lap to be smoked, no neck rubbing or careful scale arrangement, just quick, quiet packing and four grown dragon hybrid how couldn't bare to look you directly in the eyes.

It was panful, but for you, it was agonizing. Could this have felt even more like a rejection? You were being sent away without a word, a glance or the comfort you had grown used to. You were right, they most be disgusted with you. Now you were getting shipped away to be someone else problem.

There was something you couldn't read in John's eyes as stepped up to you and handed you your bag, and he could see the remanence of heat haze and barely disguised pain in yours. There was no words exchanged, just his large hand landing on your shoulder and staying there for a bit. You wish you could lean into the touch longer, fearing it might be the last contact you would have with you ex? Pride leader.

And just like that, without any true goodbye, you were on the plane, going far away from them. The fuzziness had finally left your brain, but the doubt, sadness, and insecurities had returned in full force. So, by the time the plane touched down, you were thoroughly exhausted.

You stepped out to find two people people waiting for you. A human and... wait... was that a Drake?

"¿Laswell nos envió un lagarto volador?" Said Drake ask, although it was clear it wasn't to you he was talking.

"Tú eres el que seguía quejándose de los pájaros, Al. No seas malo." The human answered him.

"No voy a ser malo. Es un jodido lagarto, pero es un lagarto al fin y al cabo." The Drake said again, gesturing towards you, and you had no clue what he was saying.

"Don't mind the Colonel." The human finally addressed you as he stepped closer. "That might not have been polite, but I promise he didn't mean it as an insult."

Great, you thought, but you still had no clue what he had said.

"I'm Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra." He said, extending a hand for you to shake. "Both Laswell and Price informed us you might be a bit disoriented and drained due to some... que fue lo que dijeron denuevo... special circumstance?... no importan los detalles. Let me show you to your room."

The walk was awkward and silent. You knew you should probably talk to the man, break the ice, get to know him a bit. You were going to be here from now on, after all, you should get to know your new team. But you couldn't get yourself to do it. Not right now at lest.

And with that, you were left alone again, in your new room. You decided that you should at least unpack before passing out. At least figure out what was missing since you hadn't really packed your bag yourself.

To your surprise, as you open your bag, you found two things sitting at the top. One old wool blanket from your nest and a letter. And the smell. God...

The smell of smoke on the blanket is so potent, you don't even know how you didn't notice it before. Not just smoke. Their smoke. All of them. It somehow even smell faintly of Kyle, even if he can't breathe smoke himself. That already almost had you crying, But then you picked up the letter...

"To our direst little Dragonette, hoping you haven't destroyed this before reading it,

I We know we've hurt you. We took you into our Pride, but we didn't treat you with the respect you deserved. We hid things from you, weren't honest, played with your instincts.

We were doing it fo There's noting I could say to justify it. We thought It was selfish of us.

We need you to know you did nothing wrong. And we deeply care about you. You're our ma pridemate, and will still be for as long as you want.

We will If you want, we will have a proper discussion once you're back. No more deflecting, no more omissions, no more lie.

With lov care,

Your idiots Pridemates"

Once you're back. This was always made to be temporary. Your were still a part of the Pride.

You cried yourself to sleep that night, wrapped tightly in the blanket. But for once since your visit to Laswell, your not crying from sorrow.

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Omg please please can we get a continuation of the avoiding dragon!reader fic??

God, I love ya'll anons Here; have more.

Dragon!141 x Dragon!reader | Heat of the moment

"No one is touching her." John said firmly, letting no place for discussion.

"No one is touching her? Seriously? She's in pain! In distressed!" Johnny snapped, knelling at the edge of the nest.

"He was talking about sex, you big idiotic Drake. Obviously, we're not lettings her suffer through this alone." Kyle answered as he moved passed him to very gently pick you up. "Darling? Are you with us, little love?"

What you let out was a flurry of whimpering noises, apologies and plea. You where there, just deep in your heat and apparently feeling like you had done something wrong.

"She's in heat. What do you expect us to do to help if not... you know..." Johnny murmured, looking at how Kyle had perched you in his lap and was now cooing at you and rubbing his neck against yours in a desperate attempt to let you know you had done nothing wrong and they were here now.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is her first heat. She's more then likely scared, confused and hurt because of us. What she need right now is comfort, not to get mated." John answered, just as sternly as before. "But more then that, we've hurt her, deeply, with our own stupidity and selfishness. She more then likely in heat right now because we have been pushing and pulling at her instincts without telling her. We are not going to be more selfish by touching her when she's not even in the right mind to consent." He continued, eyes burning into the Drake.

"You think I would take advantage of her like that?!" Johnny snarled out loudly, barring sharp teeth.

"Calm yourself, lizard. You're scarring her." Simon said coldly as he reappeared in the doorway, carrying some thick blankets. That had Johnny flinching. He hated being called a lizard, but he knew that if Simon of all people called him that, with that tone, it was a warning. Right now, keeping you calm and comfortable was the true dragon's priority, and if he did anything to impede that, he would regret it.

So, he took a step back, lips pulled into a tin line, too ashamed to look at your shaking, crying form.

Simon and Kyle worked in tandem, using the blankets to wrap you up burrito style, being really careful with your wings. Safe, warm, tight and smelling of smoke. Essentially a portable nest.

You were then moved to the rec room and placed in Simon's lap, wrapped in your blankets and one of is wings. Next thing they tried was to feed you. Pretty quick they figured that solid food wasn't a good idea. You were way too emotional and fuggy to shew it properly. Smoothie, soup and yogurt were acquired by the two very stressed Sergeants while the Lieutenant kept murmuring reassuring words in your ears, trying to keep you calm. It was you first heat, but in a way, it was theirs too.

Slowly but surely, your loud subbing turned into into soft hiccups, your eyes dropping close. Sadly, they didn't even have the time to breathe a sigh of relief.

No, because the next thing they knew, they turned to see Laswell standing right there in the doorway of the rec room, looking at them with a cold, hard expression. Your tear-streaked face, incapacitated for in Simon's lap, and room door clearly force open probably didn't paint the situation in a good light.

"John, a word." She said in a tone that promise problems.

"Kate, I know how this look like, but you know we would never-" John started the moment they got to his office, only to get interrupted.

"Hurt her? You know John, on that point I'm not so sure anymore." Laswell answered coldly. "But thrust me, if learn that any of you have assaulted her, in the state she is right now or at any other moment, I will make sure disciplinary actions are the least of your worries."

"Yes mam." John said through gritted teeth. They would never and he would personally rip the throat of anyone how tried, stranger or member of his pride, but he knew snapping at Laswell like Johnny had snapped had him earlier was not an option.

"That aside, I came to talk to you because Alejandro requested air support for a couple of upcoming missions." She said, back to business.

"S- Ghost can get there the moment things get... stable here."

"No. Not Ghost, not you. Her."

"What?" The hybrid answered, unable to suppress the growl this time around.

"She as been cleared for active duty. I want her on the tarmac the moment she's back to normal."

Well... this is kind of a series now... do you all want a tag list? Also, it needs a better name than Dragon!141 x Dragon!reader

[itscodplicated]

I need the aftermath of dragon reader finding out so fucking badly-

Lowkey I can imagine lasswell being kinda disappointed in the boys for keeping reader in the dark lmao

Dragon!141 x Dragon!reader | Avoiding

It hadn't even taken them a day to notice you where avoiding them and now they were a wreak.

Kyle was arguably the most noticeably affected. Being a Sea Serpent, he more often then not felt apart from the rest of the Pride. He was still a type of dragon, yes, but before you, he was the only one who couldn't breathe fire, the only on more comfortable in water, rater then land or sky. In you, a Wyvern Wyrm mix breed, he had found a kin. Someone that could understand him on a whole other level compare to the rest of the Pride. And now, you were pulling away.

If you had asked anyone, Johnny seemed fine. But what they didn't see is how the Drake was standing by your door every free moment he got, murmuring softly through it. Anything from how the day was going, what idiotic things the Privates had done, to simply begging for you to just at least say a word back, even if it was an insult.

Ghost... Well, Ghost had it bad. He was ruthless with the Privates during drills, reckless on missions and just generally not so fun to be around. The true Dragon had half a mind to just break down your door and demand that you speak to them.

John knew they had truly fuck up the moment Laswell came to tell him if you ever came to her with a transfer request, she would signed it immediately without even talking to him. The look of disappointment and distain she had given him was truly crushing.

It wasn't hard to put two and two together. With you avoiding them completely and Laswell comment, it wasn't hard to figure out you knew. You were probably mad at them. Actually, you probably hated them. And could they really blame you? They deserved it with how deeply they betrayed you, your thrust

Actually, he already knew they had fucked up, he just didn't want to admit it. But they couldn't help it. Rationally, they knew you where a grown women. A young adult, but an adult none the least. It's just that your lack of knowledge on your own draconic heritage made you act and feel like a dragonet to them. And yet, they couldn't help but want you desperately.

Little did they know, you were having a whole different kind of crisis.

Courting and mating behaviors, Laswell had said. And your Pride had refused to tell you what they were doing. Had they not told you so they could satisfied they instincts without a commitment? Were they ashamed of you? Were they disgusted at the thought that mating you would lead to mix breed offspring no mater the pairing?

You didn't know and it was killing you. And as mush as you wanted to go talk to them, beg and plea for them to tell you, tell them you wouldn't complain if they wanted to keep doing all of it without taking any of them you as a mate, you just didn't want to be pushed out of the Pride.

But sadly, you hadn't been able to get out of your nest much in the past few days. Curled there, holding unto the little pouch of scales oh so tightly. You libs felt heavy, you where always cold, no matter how many blankest you piled in your nest while your clothe felt irritating to your skin all at the safe time. The nest was quickly loosing it's smoky scent, causing you an incredible amount of distress, and a fuzzy haze was pressing against your mind.

The rest of the Pride finally broke one evening when Johnny came to your door, only to be meat with pained whines coming from to. It didn't take long for his to go find Ghost, the other dragon hybrid asking to questions before kicking down our door. He quickly moved towards your quivering form before freezing at the edge of the nest.

"Go found Price, she's in heat."