Wolfdog hybrid who was surrendered time and time again due to his behavioral issues. Who could not stay with a family more than a few weeks.

The shelter tried to beg you to rethink adopting him. He was a lost cause they said. Not only did you not believe them, it made you even more determined to adopt him.

Wolfdog hybrid who genuinely expected he would be sleeping somewhere outside. As he always did. His brain genuinely shortcut when he realized he was given his own room in the house. Although he would rather eat glass than admit your kindness got under his skin.

Wolfdog hybrid who doesn’t speak much. He will mumble a “thanks..” when you feed him. He would never admit how much he loves the food. It’s the best he’s ever had. He never expected you to go out of your way to cook nutritious meals suited just for him.

Wolfdog hybrid who slowly, but surely, will glue himself to you. At first he will just be in the same room, then he will sit closer and closer until finally he is nuzzled into you.

Wolfdog hybrid who will not sleep without you. At first he would sneak into your room and sleep on the floor, thinking you’d kick him out if you saw him. When you didn’t, even more, when you told him not to sleep on the floor and get in bed? He’s done for. Hugs you so tight to his chest, mumbling “mine mine mine”.

Wolfdog hybrid who will insist on watching you shower under the pretext of “what if you slip and fall and die?”. But he knows it’s more than that. He won’t scare you with it yet.

Wolfdog hybrid who jerks off until it hurts while nuzzling your clothes when you’re not home. He wants you so bad, but he also wants to be good for you. Doesn’t want to scare you with how feral he is for you yet. So for now, he settles. Whenever you’re away, he will take your dirty clothes from the laundry basket and muffle his moans with them while he strokes his cock until it’s painful to even get hard anymore.

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Wolfdog hybrid bf with a nursing kink. Even better if he discovers it completely by accident. The two of you are on the couch, his head is on your chest, a movie neither one of you pay attention to playing as background noise.

He keeps nuzzling your chest, nose rubbing against your hardening nipple. You’re already playing with his hair and giving his scalp soft scratches. Your wolfdog hybrid keeps pressing his face against your breasts until you chuckle and gently coo at him “baby, you act as if you want to nurse on them”.

He goes completely still as heat creeps up his neck. Finally, he looks up at you, but doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t need to though. Eyebrows are furrowed, pupils blown wide and he whimpers. Your big, scary mutt, whimpers.

“Go ahead baby” you say, lifting your shirt up enough for him to latch on. And it’s game over. His strong arms wrap themselves around your middle and he presses even harder into you. As if he wants to fuse you two together. His tongue is warm against your sensitive nipple and he suckles as if his life depended on it.

Little whines and whimpers escape him as you keep playing with his hair and kiss the top of his head.

“My sweet, sweet boy” you say, causing his tail to wag lazily.

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Wolfdog hybrid who loves it when you scratch in between his ears. It doesn’t matter what you do, he will just flop with his head on your lap and wait for you to figure out what he wants.

In the beginning he would try his best to not show you how much he enjoyed it. He is past that point now— absolutely shameless. The scratch reflex would be in full swing, his tail would be wagging and he would press his face harder into your abdomen with strong arms wrapped around your waist.

Wolfdog hybrid who can smell your arousal whenever he gets so clingy and it drives him insane. Because he really wants to behave, but how can he when you smell so damn good.

So he starts to nuzzle lower and lower until his face is right between your legs, moving his body until he is kneeling on the floor.

“What are you doing?” you asks, surprised, but not too taken aback considering what he does to you at night.

However, he doesn’t respond— not with words anyway. His long tongue starts lapping at you through the underwear.

“O-oh.. oh” you moan, letting your head fall back on the couch. He continues to eat you out through your panties like his life depends on it. Didn’t even bother to pull them away. But you wanted more, so softly, you run your fingers through his hair. “Wait— baby”.

Baby

That alone made your hybrid hump at the air. He stopped and looked up at you, his pupils blown wide. Your smile made him whimper, like he was some overexcited puppy.

You pull your panties to the side exposing your pussy to him. “Here baby. That should be easier” you say, and you can see it on his face. How his brain shortcut at the sight of it. His claws dug into your thighs and he shoves his face back it.

“Oh.. f-fuck~~ ahh”. He was driving you crazy. Eating you out like a starved animal. When you pulled at his hair, and started softly grinding on his face, it only made him more feral.

“B-baby yes— oh.. right there”. The sounds you make are music to his ears.

Before you knew it, you came undone on his face. But that didn’t make him stop. He just continued to fuck you with his tongue until you had to physically push him off.

He looks up at you like you hung the damn moon and not even 3 seconds later he pushes you down and climbs on top of you. You feel it before you see it, hot and throbbing against your inner thigh.

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Wolfdog hybrid who just can’t help himself. Months of living with you and trying to behave are making him go insane.

You’re sleeping, and you smell so good. He wonders if you’re having a wet dream. He hopes it’s about him. The hybrid slowly lifts the blanket off of you, being very careful not to wake you. He’s already drooling at the sight of your breast, nipples hardening under the cold air. One clawed hand come up to cup one, squeezing softly. A gasp leaves your lips, causing his hips to involuntarily thrust. He swears he could just cum like this. He lowers his head, licking and sucking on your other nipple through the shirt. His ears are up and alert for he would hate to wake you. You’re just so sweet and pliant when you sleep.

Another soft gasp leaves you as he is nibbling at your breast and it’s already making him take off his pants and rub his leaking cock against your thigh. Finally, he lifts your shirt up, and bites into your nipple. Only hard enough to make you moan, but not hard enough to leave marks. He doesn’t want you to know what he has been up to yet. Although, his self control is slowly slipping. His other hand goes in between your legs, and oh, how wet you are. Your dream must be incredibly erotic. He starts humping into your leg faster, harder, muffling his moans by biting into your breast.

When he finally cums, it’s so much his head snaps up, looking at your face, wanting to make sure it didn’t wake you. It didn’t. Fortunately for him, you were out like a light. The hybrid chuckled a little at himself. Full humans were such airheads, so little survival instincts. He must protect you he thinks to himself. Leave his scent all over you so anyone else knows who you have at home.

Of course one time isn’t enough for him. Not with all the months of built up tension. He moves over you, parting your legs and starts to hump you again. His cock was already painfully hard again, still leaking. There is a huge puddle of cum on the sheets already but he doesn’t care. He will release himself over your whole body if he has to. You’re his after all. Even if you don’t know it yet.

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Wolfdog hybrid at the beach who insisted to go outside of the season because fuck people looking at you in a swimsuit.

Yes, he absolutely expects you to toss the ball in the water for him to go fetch.

Sand castles? More like digging holes all over the beach.

Hope you brought snacks because wolfdog hybrid loves swimming and gets very hungry afterwards. He also expects you to feed him.

You thought you would sunbathe and relax? He will flop on top of you for cuddles and pets.

Wolfdog hybrid who is absolutely shameless and will growl at anyone who looks too much in your direction.

Wolfdog hybrid who gets sand all over the hotel room floors, and who also wants you to wash him. He will beg and nuzzle your stomach and whine until you give up and wash his hair.

Yes, he will get hard during it, and yes he will also want you to help with that.

Of course he will watch you while you shower. What even is privacy?

Wolfdog hybrid who at the end of a long vacation day will nuzzle your chest and fall asleep. It’s very endearing how far he came along. When you first adopted him from the shelter, he was so so mean. With time and a lot of patience from your side, he warmed up to you. And now he is incredibly clingy.

Baby’s very emotionally constipated.

Wolfdog hybrid who insisted you stay home because it was scorching hot and groceries could wait. When you wouldn’t bulge because you kept repeating “it will be fine! Plus, the store isn’t that far away” he insisted you take him with you.

Walking back home, he was carrying all the bags and holding your hand. You looked at him wondering how he is taking this heat so well because it was killing you. However, you didn’t want to admit he was right, so you settled on nursing the water bottle in your hand. The only thing he allowed you to carry.

The sun was unforgiving and you mentally cussed at yourself for not bringing a hat. Things however seemed to slow down around you, your legs felt tingly and your head dizzy. The hybrid immediately sensed something was wrong, his eyes widening in sheer panic when he turned around to look at you. The color seemed to have drained from your face and your lips were a purple tint.

“Hey! HEY” he let the bags fall and grabbed you just as you were about to go limp. Eggs cracked, fruits rolls around, but he didn’t seem to care one bit.

“No- no no no HEY” he went down with you, cradling you to his chest “what the fuck is wrong with you?!”. You were so much more pale than usual and were breaking into cold sweat.

“Too hot…” is all you managed to mumble while going in and out of consciousness.

That was that, the groceries were forgotten on the ground while he rushed you home. You could faintly hear him cuss out. It almost made you smile. Almost. Your body was too heavy, like it wasn’t your own.

When you came back to your senses you were on the couch, with him hovering over.

“You’re awake! What the fuck happened?” he said in panic, clawed hands digging into your shoulders. His pupils were dilated, ears were up, he looked terrified. It made you chuckle. You have never seen him look like that before.

“Sorry.. happens at times when it’s too hot”

He could not believe you. You knew this might happen and you still insisted you go out. He was looking at you like you grew a second head.

It is safe to say you would not be allowed out while it is so hot again. Or ever without him for that matter. For the rest of the day he was hovering over you, not letting you lift anything again (that includes your glass of water). Each time you teased him about being worried he brushed you off, wouldn’t admit it. “I don’t want to lose my free lunch” he’d say, but the way his ears twitched let you know otherwise.

Wolfdog hybrid who is absolutely mortified. You have never seen him go that pale. He opened and closed his mouth multiple times, trying to say something, anything at all. No words were coming out. While you were trying to comfort him, saying that you know he didn't mean it, he let out a whimper. That's all he managed. He was not listening to anything you were saying, eyes glued to the blood gushing from your forearm.

Wolfdog hybrid who flinches when you try to pet him. He scrambles out of bed, not listening at all to your calls. He goes out in the rain and runs off. Unfortunately, you are not fast enough and lose trace of him.

Wolfdog hybrid who hides in the woods behind your house, crying his eyes out, thinking that you must hate him now, that he ruined the one good thing he had, that you're surely going to take him back to the shelter. His fever makes everything worse, as he is a shivering, crying mess in the cold storm.

Wolfdog hybrid who doesn't hear you approach. You spent a little time cleaning and patching the wound, knowing he would freak out again if he saw your blood. Afterwards, you took off trying to find him.

You find him under a big oak tree you two would sometimes hang out at. He growls and flinches away before realizing it is you. That's when he breaks down crying harder, begging you to forgive him and to not send him back to the shelter. Your heart breaks as you tell him that was never even a thought in your head. He almost doesn't believe you, but when you finally wrap your arms around him, he completely collapses into your embrace.

Wolfdog hybrid who checks your arm a million times once he calms down and you two return to the house. He insists on cleaning it himself properly, which basically mean licking it. He tells you it's better for it than the bullshit you have that burns. He hates antiseptics.

Such a precious boy just wants to be good and never experienced care before.

I need him to die from embarassment when reader finds out and then go crazy when he realizes that reader is not put off in the slightest

Thank you so much for sharing. He's living in my mind rent free.

Anon, you put such a smile on my face 💕🥹

Foaming at the mouth with you :))

He’d definitely be embarrassed about this especially in the beginning. Right after just getting adopted. He never had a bed of his own, was never given treats, never got scratches between the ears.

So yeah, when he suddenly starts to get all this care and more, he doesn’t know what to do with it. He’d be super stiff and awkward and a little mean too. Because nothing ever came without a price.

He’d make comments like “I bet you’d now rather have adopted someone else” or “bet you wish I was different”. It was less to be rude, and more to coax the response he was expecting. That he was indeed not enough.

But time passed, and he slowly realized he’s actually being cared for. He’s actually loved. And poor him wouldn’t know what to do with that either. He’d still be stiff and awkward but a lot less mean, and a lot more overprotective.

Especially when the response to his baiting would always be “you’re perfect the way you are”.