#dog!reader

Ghost, after many years of serving as a military K-9 hybrid, is always incredibly on edge, lashing out at other hybrids and humans alike when he gets nervous

(He’s not a violent dog, he doesn’t know why he bites)

So Soap, his handler in the 141, gets into contact with a local hybrid adoption centre and after a few weeks of red tape and paperwork, finally brings home Golden Retriever!Reader

Reader who calms Simon down when he’s stressed, cuddling him and licking into his mouth to try and appease the bigger hybrid, her little whines and huffs settling his nerves, the taste of her tongue licking languid stripes on the inside of his cheek stopping his growls

Getting in between him and other hybrids that get a bit too close when Soap takes them on walks, stepping in when she see’s his hackles raise, wagging her tail and smiling up at him as she snuggles into his chest, distracting him from the perceived threat and focusing his attention on her

Getting him to take out his pent up energy and frustration by letting him hump her into his their dog bed, tilting back her head and exposing her throat for him to lick, bite, mark, making him feel less tense and more in control as he dominates his pretty puppy

Acting as a weighted blanket to sooth him, settling on his lap to provide a comforting pressure and keep him grounded, sometimes even keeping his knot nice and warm inside her on bad days (suddenly making them MUCH better days)

it started with him pressing his fingers against your lips, letting you hesitantly lick them before he assured you "both canids love, don't mind if you don't." and it was nice having another dog around, so you let yourself indulge the embarrassing instinct. except that it escalated. his finger hooked into your mouth, dragging you back when you skipped past him, reeling you in to lick your cheek before sucking the wet fingers into his mouth. his hand grabbing your chin to lick over your lips. prying your jaw open to trace his tongue over your teeth. startling and humiliating with each new progression until it was natural.

until you held your tongue out each time Gaz passed you by and eventually leaned in yourself to great him with sloppy licks and your tongue tracing over sharp canines.

but some (imo) who write "hybrid" dog reader stories kinda need to go learn about dog behaviors, it gets a little confusing sometimes (no shade if you don't though, cause it's fiction and they're hybrids so not really a need for accuracy 🤷🏾‍♀️). I'm sorry I'm a dog nerd and it kinda annoys me

Also can i maybe get a sprinkle of non smut works, a small slice plz (I'm just a poor minor who wants a feral!dog reader/hybrid reader story without smut i must avoid like the plague)

(Btw not shaming, just saying it's a bit frustrating that basically the only thing on the tags are smut, even the one marked as just "dog reader", which is pretty disappointing) cause i always think it's gonna be feral dog reader and then it's just smut

Also remember to tag your stuff guys!, i see quite a few of you who haven't tagged your smut as smut!

It's normal for Chuuya to come home after work or running errands with you already fucking eachother in the middle of the living room. Chuuya's normally content to just enjoy the view for awhile. Except Dazai has a tendency to cum way too fast when he's the one fucking you. You need Chuuya to intervene or you'll be left unsatisfied.

Oftentimes he makes you come to him, crawling into his lap and humping his thigh desperately. Like the good owner he is, he eventually indulges you, especially after seeing your eyes well up with tears of frustration. He just can't help himself and fucks you until you can't see straight. Once you're loopy and cock drunk he'll fuck Dazai again too. All of you afterward lay in a pile, Chuuya running his fingers through your hair.

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Hope this is enough angst for you😁

By JJ

Summary: You're a dog and your owner isn't very fond of you since he's still hung up on his old dog who died some time ago.

Male!Owner x Female!Dog reader

It's been 3 weeks since you came to this house, and 3 weeks since your new owner has ever even spared a glance at you.

Ever since his other dog died, he's been in mourning for some time and couldn't exactly remember how long it's been. He tried cheering himself up by adopting a new dog, which was you, but it didn't work.

He never spoke to you, he never looked at you, he never allowed you to cuddle with him, the only time when he ever paid a speck of attention to you was when you were hungry or when you needed a bath.

But even though your owner wasn't the best owner, you still loved him, and you thought you could prove that to him by trying to get him to play with you.

So one day, you went in search of some kind of toy to play with, but no luck. You were giving up when you spotted something under your owner's bed, it was a cute little squeaky toy in the shape of a bone, and it looked fun to play with. You picked it up with your mouth, and went to your owner.

The look on his face confused you, his eyes widened and his hands curled into knuckles. Before you knew it, he whacked you across the room, knocking the toy out of your mouth.

"Where the hell did you find that?! That was his favorite toy to play with! Don't you dare touch that! It was his favorite toy to play with before he died, I've been keeping it with me ever since that day! You're not him! YOU'RE NOT HIM!!"

You ran away from him, in fear that he might hit you again, and you hid in the broom closet. You don't know how long you've been in there, it felt like hours, days even. You fell asleep, trying to find some way to pass the time, and who knows how long later, your owner found you in the broom closet. He reached out to grab you, you tried shrinking away from him, but he caught you.

You tried wiggling away from him, in fear that he might hit you again, but the exact opposite happened. He was scratching your head, and it felt extremely relaxing.

"Look, I'm sorry I yelled at you and hit you. I guess I was just angry, my old dog was my best friend and it was hard to let him go. I know that's no excuse for what I did, but I am sorry. Look, I'll take you to the store and pick out a new toy for you so you don't have to play with his old one. I promise, I'll be a better owner for you."

cw dubcon

forcing your legs apart while you whimper and whine because your heat popped up a few days before your scheduled leave and you nearly threw yourself at a canid that wasn't him.

clearly you haven't learned who you belong to yet, but it's ok, he'll teach you. you'll get a front row seat to Gaz's flat tongue lapping at your cunt, dragging the red ambrosia of your heat into his mouth with devout care, until your folds are clean and sparkling with spit. purely transactional, of course, he can't let a pack member suffer, but you need to remember that you're in his pack not anyone else's, his. so you come to him and you shake that fat fucking ass of yours, and you whine just for him.

you can do that, yeah?

Gghfhgh oh this is the DREAM Chuuya please....

He thinks it's cute that you're so obedient and so perverted, calling you nasty even as he rubs his dick all over your face and teases your lips with the head. He likes seeing you go braindead, perking up the moment you hear him draw back his chair and sit down, getting up onto your knees from where you were lying on your little dog bed under the desk. You're always so easy to please, begging with your tongue out and shaking your ass like a cute puppy before he's even had time to undo his belt, your brain already going fuzzy at the sight of him, his smell and his warmth.