#dog reader

Meanwhile, you’re Price’s good girl. Always waiting at the door quietly when it’s time for home to come home, sitting calm with your head in his lap while he reads in the evening even while your tail wags with reckless abandon. You keep all of your things tidy— your crate and bed are hardly used, you’re calm enough to sleep with Price in his bed.

And at first it goes just like you’d expect— Soap bullies you relentlessly. Chews on your ear while rutting against your ass, keeping you pinned to the floor.

His tune changes a little when Simon cages his cock and has you spread out— you take Simon’s big, leaking dick like a little pillow princess. He rubs yours ears with one hand, another attentively circling your clit and grinding deep into you.

Soap’s cock is twitching and jumping against the metal as he sits in his crate, a puddle of pre under him as he begs to be able to join, to come onto the bed and shove his cock somewhere, anywhere to get some friction.

it takes weeks until price realizes that oh, theyre trained to see the clicker as a negative correction instead of a reward.

basically giant miscommunication angst with reader having a breakdown because theyre really trying their best, they promise!! theyre working so hard and it just isnt good enough for price? what can they do better for him?

sorry for long ask :') -🪶

UGH MISCOMMUNICATION!! ANGST!! Do you want me to cry?? This is so perfectly heartbreakingly cute. Thank you for giving me this gift. CW: mentions of past abuse

Okay so this idea came to me when I was making breakfast but imagine…

Hybrid! Dog! Reader! Whose just a lazy or low energy dog like real lazy because a) it’s in their nature and b) their just lazy. I imagine them as a French bulldog because sometimes they have energy and are like hey lemme just uh play around a bit and than nap or stare at you.

But one day the family or Bruce and D!ck (I feel like it would be those two) decides to take them to a dog park in disguise and at first Reader is scared cause their like omg the last time they did this they were taking me to the vet hell no! But they see that they’re going in a different direction and they’re like huh that’s suspicious that’s weird.

They arrive at the dog park and are encouraged to go run and play which at first their like no take me back home and starts to paw at them but the family won’t budge so they approach the other dogs but than decided to sit in the corner.

A couple minutes later they’re running around yapping happily sniffing other dogs and when it’s time to go they have to be dragged home.

When they get home whoever didn’t go to the dog park are quite shocked that Reader has energy and also zoomies! It’s very cute and chaotic because while they’re running they jump and kind of bark a bit saying I made a friend or friends!

Another scenario I have is Hybrid! Dog! Reader who’s a golden retriever so every time their near water they try to jump into its like a hassle even in the winter or like imagine them jumping into bodies of water in public even if they were told not to do it anymore.

Last scenario, Hybrid! Cat! Reader who accidentally discovers catnip how would the family react? 👀

I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY/ NIGHT/ EVENING!!!! 🩷❤️🧡💚💚🩵💙💜🤎🖤🩶🤍

⭐️ anon

Lovely, as always, to see you in my inbox, ⭐️anon!

These are very cute scenarios!💚 It looks like your drabbles are for a domestic batfam rather than yan bats. Which I’m totally for, dude. It’s cute family life! I wish I thought of drabbles over breakie, haha

However on a slightly serious note, one of my family dogs was killed last Friday, so I’m not going to add onto your puppy fics too soon, I’m really sorry. I just don’t necessarily want to think too much about dogs right now. They’re really epic though!!

In relation to the cat nip, I’ve already made a small drabble on it here, if you wanna check it out🦖🦖

Though if you want more on it as an apology for not adding onto your puppy!reader ask, then I’ll go into more detail about it for you, just send me an ask, pookie💚💚

Yay first request, okay time to not screw it up! I hope I did this okay.

Stray Shot

Laswell’s intel was enough for a small mission to take place and investigate the facility. There was some discussion about whether they take you along or not. Gaz can give you basic commands but you’re no K9. After a couple of minor concerns were brought up they decided to bring you along. You knew the facility and your reactions could at least give them a gauge of what happened.

You were given a vest… but as the rest of the team was gearing up you kept wrestling with it, biting and nipping at it. You even managed to get your bottom jaw stuck in it. Soap was the first to finish getting ready and came out to see you stepping around with your mouth caught on the vest, seeing you fall over. Johnny shook his head but got you out of the vest. Price came out later and saw Johnny latching on your leash.

“The dog needs a vest sergeant.” Price commented.

“You’re welcome to try sir.” Johnny said offering the best to the captain, not much hope of success on his face.

John did try…you kept moving and when he tried holding you between his legs, you kept wriggling free, voice your disdain with small growls. Price gave up as well.

Nikolai was waiting with a vehicle. Flying wasn’t easily an option, seeing as there was nowhere they could easily land, and they couldn’t easily drop out with you not having any gear on. You ride being very well behaved in the back… okay yeah you definitely tried to get up front into shotgun but thankfully John and Nikolai were able to dissuade you so there wasn’t an accident.

When the task force arrived at the facility though, everything was quiet. Eerily quiet. No guards at the gate, no patrols, not even a vehicle in a parking lot. Guns were up though, the men knowing full well that quiet doesn’t mean absent. You were kept on leash, attached to Kyle’s belt. Your body language made it very clear you didn’t want to be here, ears down and flat, your tails between your legs and whimpering, trying to circle back to the safety of the vehicles. Kyle kept tugging your leash though, reminding you there was no retreat, but that you were not alone.

They entered through a side door, scoping around before entering. When Kyle tried to go in you kept pulling away. You didn’t want to go back in, you fled for a reason. There weren’t any other animals inside you could hear either. Kyle kept tugging, urging you to go in. Price held the door, keeping watch for any signs of movement with Ghost and Soap moving ahead slowly.

Kyle crouched down to your level, while you shifted and moved around whimpering, letting out small distressed barks.

“Hey hey, I know I know. It’s okay. We just need to go in for a bit, nothing in there is gonna hurt you.” Kyle said trying to calm you down, giving you scratches and neck rubs. He held your head to look directly at you.

“You’re Safe…we’re gonna make sure of it.” He said. You let out one last whimpering before moving in closer and licking his face. Kyle stood up and led you inside. There is a strong metallic smell along with weird smells you remembered but didn’t recognize as anything good. Every move the men made you froze and followed. Ghost checked around a corner, you looked from where you were. Johnny tensed, you tensed. The captain gave an order your ears perked. Kyle stopped you let out a small growl. This seemed to go on for a long time.

Soon they approached a door you had seen a few times but never entered. And never saw others leave. You started fighting against the leash again. The men think you’re scared, and you are. When Ghost opened the door though, it was more than that.

The door closed as soon as it opened after a shot rang out. There was shouting as Ghost open fired as soon as the door reopened. Another shot was fired but this one from above and behind into Gaz’s back. If it weren’t for the vest he may have been paralyzed. Thinking fast Gaz unhooked the leash from your collar and the men moved quickly taking cover. Ghost cleared out whatever men were in that room, making it the easiest spot to avoid the sniper. You wasted no time rushing in with the rest.

Inside they saw kennels and fenced cages, with chain leashes hanging from the wall. There was also blood. The place was a familiar scent to you, as you detected other animals you’d encountered. Any of them came in they were rarely let back out, and if they were they weren’t the same. You whimpered as you detected the scent of another dog you’d met. A husky, who didn’t give up on escape.

“Operating table, kennels, chains… this is animal testing at its ugliest.” Ghost commented as they kept moving. Ghost approached a corner, but you stepped in first smelling danger. Without warning Ghost turned to find another guard pointing a gun at him, only for you to go for the guard’s leg.

Ghost took advantage of your distraction knifing the bastard in the chest, and lowering him to the ground. You didn’t let up on your growls as you barked at the corpse. Ghost gave you a scratch between the ears, and you eased off rubbing against his leg.

“Good dog.” He said. Price and Johnny moved up ahead entering an operating room that still contained some syringes. Gaz found a computer and tried to break in to collect data. Ghost got you to wait at least outside the operating room.

You didn’t hear or really understand what they were discussing. You recognized a few of the words but not many.

“Animal testing… what were they testing?” Price muttered.

“A type of drug?” Soap suggested. “Sure as hell keepin it to themselves.”

“Captain.” Gaz called from the computer, having broken in. Price left the room to see what his sergeant found, instructing Ghost to get Nikolai to be ready with the vehicles. You followed Price, who didn’t slow to make sure you were caught up. They had to work fast, knowing a sniper was above them somewhere. They also needed a way out. Gaz had found more information and files concerning the testing, but you caught wind of something more pressing.

There was a sound the men knew well, but you didn’t. A grenade rolled towards them and while they took cover you picked it up and bolted towards where it came from, tossing it by whipping your head. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough, and was caught in some of the blast. Gaz moved quickly to pull you out while Johnny and Ghost went after the thrower, gunning him and few other’s down, the blast having incapacitated most of them. You whimpered as he got you to cover. Price continued pushing forward, seeing as it would get them out faster at this point. You do your best to stay focused, the pain still remains in your mouth. Your muzzle was dotted with grenade fragments and some burns. The pain made you whimper, but you held strong as the team kept going.

Price lead his team through. You bolted forward again though as he entered an open area, knocking him down just as a shot rang out. Your pained yelp had Price rolling you off of him assessing the damage. The exit was only a few feet away but another shot hit you. Ghost had a chance to take out the sniper before anymore could hit you. Johnny ran up ahead to open the door, and flag down Nikolai. Gaz got you over his shoulder, as Price got up and they made a break for it.

The rest is a blur for you. The bullets got you in the chest and your muzzle was still in a lot of pain. You were losing blood. Nikolai was there in time to collect the team. From there you blacked out. You remember hearing sounds of shouting, and smelling latex.

While you were undergoing surgery the team waited outside. They had been able to focus enough to get their gear and hand in what they found to Laswell, but they were more distracted by you and your condition. Laswell came to find them waiting to see if you would make it. Seeing the four men tense and quiet was something she’d seen more than once. This time there was something different. Affection.

Laswell leaned against the wall next to Price trying to offer some comfort. Even she had to admit you were a good dog. Then the doctor stepped out of the room. The men were all at attention.

“They’ll pull through…though I should mention something odd…” the doctor said a little unsure of himself.

“Go on.” Price urged.

“We didn’t really need to do any stitches just remove the pieces of grenade and bullets, and give them some more blood.” The doctor explained.

“…are you saying they healed on their own?” Ghost asked crossing his arms. The doctor knew how it sounded and their own expression showed no change.

“The dog is asleep, if you would like to check on them.” The doctor offered. Kyle was the first to go in with Johnny following behind. You laid on your side on the table, with some blood still being pumped into you. There were bandages on your wounds and your muzzle. No blood was seeping through. The doctor held up a scalpel.

“Let me show you what I mean.” The doctor said and made a small incision, drawing a little blood. Johnny smacked the doctor’s hand away.

“Leave em alone!” He shouted at the doctor. Ghost got hold of Johnny’s shoulder and got him calm before he could start throwing hands with the doctor. Kyle noticed what the doctor was talking about though. He saw the small cut mend itself quickly.

“Unbelievable.” He said.

You started opening your eyes and sat up a bit, seeing Laswell and Price standing off to the side. Your tail wagged, a little weak. The team couldn’t believe how quickly you recovered. It was insane. Laswell was intent on doing thorough examination and research on the information the 141 had found. This wasn’t normal at all. Price c came over to you and you welcomed him with licks to his hand, happy you didn’t disappear behind that door for good.

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!

★ Bark bark (... literally)

I personally love these silly requests like this, because they have me think more creatively :3 I may not do it aboslute justice, but gosh... I love dogs <3

“Imagine... Being Sam’s & Dean’s pet dog. They like to take you out on hunts, and Dean secretly liking you.”

Dean rubbed the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, placing the blood machete in the back of the trunk of the Impala. Sam wasn’t far behind, a victorious smile on his face with you walking beside him, your tongue sticking out as you panted, tail wagging.

“Attagirl,” Sam smiled, reaching down he rubbed your soft fur, praising you. “Good huntin’ Y/N.”

You barked happily, tail wagging even more.

Dean rolled his eyes, closing the trunk of his Impala gently. He watched as his brother took to the passenger seat, leaving the mutt with him. 

That son of a... 

You barked again, standing next to your owner with a brightness in your eyes. even though Dean made it seem like he hated you, he actually had a soft side for your dark brown eyes. You were adorable! Especially when you were just a small pup.

Dean shook his head and sighed, crouching down he placed his hands on your head. Scratching under your chin he gave your side a good rub. You tilted your head to the side, enjoying the attention, you let out a groan of appreciation.

“Hey,” you looked at him, “Don’t tell Sammy, or else you won’t sleep in my room tonight.” Dean warned, narrowing his eyes at you.

You let out a whimper and placed your paw on his knee, sitting down you looked at him. 

Dean smiled, scratching your head.

It was so yummy, thank you so much

I would love a part two if you want

And maybe some of reader that either doesn't know how to speak, or do basic human things. Because they have been with Makarov since they were five, so they have never been anything else than a mutt

Only if you want, and once again love your work thank you so much❤️😝❤️😝❤️😝

Ahhh I went out of town and I got some asks for Makarovs attack dog! I love this idea and I cannot wait to expand on this. Also, tonight I will be attempting to update my master lists. I think I have to make a part two for my blurbs materlist. Anyway! Into the story!