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nexysworld · 4 months

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Summary: After his last failed mission, the D.S.O dropped him off at the shelter. Grumpy and off-putting, his chances of leaving were bleak until you came along. Pairing: Dog Hybrid!Vendetta Leon x Fem!Reader Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, hybrid sex, unprotected sex, age gap, oral sex, knotting, mild dubcon reader into it though, cream pie, mentions of alcohol, mild angst, but also comfort, no use of y/n

Read on AO3 || Askbox || Masterlists A/N: A birthday gift for a wonderful person. <3 Also thanks to @explorevenus for helping with the banner photos, because Nexy still cannot Pinterest correctly. Title from the deftness song, Cherry Waves. I also have a bot based off this story: Character AI || Spicychat

Leon grumbled as he laid against the shitty bench-turned-bed inside the small gray walled kennel. There was only a folded up blanket for padding, to protect him from the cold cement beneath his back. It was a far cry to the plush and lavish hotel room beds previously provided by the D.S.O. His ears twitched as he curled in facing the wall, doing his best to drown out the sound of the other hybrids around him as well as the sound of the people looking around. His throat ached for the burn of some good whiskey.

He resented all of them – owners and the yipping little pups who they were here to claim. How many months had it been since he’d seen the dewy green of the grass outside. How many months since some poor soul decided to even peer into his kennel? Too many by his calculations.

Leon didn’t want an owner exactly, much more used to having his own freedom. It was one of the few good things about his previous employment. As a federal agent Leon had been allowed free reign for most things unlike the other hybrids who ran around playing butler-house-pet or fuck toy. An owner meant rules, it meant being friendly, it meant playing and being lovey – all the things he had grown to be inexplicably bad at.

He couldn’t deny though that somewhere deep within his alcohol riddled organs, it stung a little knowing that he was likely never leaving the kennel again, it was his prison. An owner at least meant getting out of there. But alas, he wasn’t a puppy anymore, and between his age and ‘off putting personality’ as it stated on his papers, he knew it was a pipe dream.

He stretched his limbs, flopping onto his back, trying to push the thought out of his mind. Idly, he stared at the flickering light mounted to the ceiling, eyes following the creaky fan blades as they swirled around. It was almost enough to lull him into another dreamless nap, until he heard an unfamiliar gait heading his way. With no pups beyond his kennel he figured it was someone walking the wrong way, so he ignored it, returning to the fascinating task of counting specs on the ceiling tiles once he grew bored of the fan.

“Hm?” One of his ears perked up as the footsteps stopped outside his room. A moment of silence, no further sound. The soft scent of some dainty perfume graced his nostrils. “What are you still standing there for? Puppies are the other way.” He called out idly, still not willing to acknowledge their presence with his eyes.

“O-oh. Well…I wasn’t really looking for a puppy per se.” Soft. Soft was the best way he could describe your voice, like his ears were being tucked into a cushiony blanket. He couldn’t decide if he hated it or not, but it intrigued him enough to finally sit up — it’d been a while since someone who sounded as sweet as you bothered to even look his way.

Scratching at his stubble he took you in, head to toe as he walked closer, leaning against the bars. Just as he thought; soft, sweet, cute, too young. “Not looking for a puppy?” He questioned, raising a dark brow. “You really think I’m your taste?”

Doe eyes darted to his little display plaque before back to his, he could tell you were nervous, the slightest rosy flush on your cheeks. “I think so.” The words weren’t confident, they wavered, your hands fidgeted. He wanted to laugh in dry amusement, but he wasn’t that mean. “Listen kid, unless you got a flask of whiskey hidden in your pocket, a cute thing like you is better off finding a puppy to fawn over.”

“I don’t want a puppy.” You said again, this time more firm, determination overtaking your features. “The whiskey can be arranged though.”

“You’re joking.” “Nope. Dead serious.” “You read my file? You know how big of a grouch I can be.” “I did.I like a challenge.” That ditzy little smile never left your face, but your eyes screamed sincerity. His eyes narrowed, he had both arms crossed while he considered what you were saying, squeezing the worn leather of his jacket. “There’s plenty of other old dogs around here.” “You’re not old.” “I’m 37.” “That’s not old.”

“Old for you.” “You don’t even know how old I am.” “You’re a real pain, you know that kid?” “I like you already.” Leon tilted his head to the side, one ear flopping with the movement, his tail against his will wagging slowly behind him. You were interesting, that’s for sure, like a little warm dart shot into his iced over heart. For the briefest moment he felt hope, though he steeled it away as fast as it came – he knew better than to let emotions like that flourish. But at least he figured this could be a nice vacation.. “Know what? I like you too, kid. But don’t expect me to do any cute shit.” “No cute shit, got it.”

The apartment was small, simple white walls, beige carpet that looked kinda scratchy. It reminded him of the first apartment he ever had, rented it himself when he began the police academy. That felt like a world away now – yet he could still remember the look on the manager’s face when he rolled up as a fresh-faced pup to sign the lease, his academy badge attached to his shirt.

‘Wonder what my life would’ve been if I could’ve stayed that guy.’ He mused, following you around for the grand tour. “It’s not much. But there’s a second bedroom you can have all to yourself, and the hall bathroom is all yours too.”

He nodded, sniffing around the place, everything had your scent lingering on it, even down to the guest room sheets. That same dainty scent, he hated to admit it but it was nice, growing on him by the second – so much so he even felt his cock twitch in his pants. Surprising to him, he can’t remember the last time he popped a stiffy between the alcohol, work, and sour mood he’d been in forever.

When you weren’t looking he adjusted himself in his pants. You were saying something, but truthfully he was only half listening. “What was that?” “I was just saying how tomorrow we can stop and get you whatever you’re needing. I would offer you some of my pajamas but yknow…”

“It’s fine, I’m a boxers kind of dog anyway.” He swatted you away dismissively. “Don’t worry about it either, I should still have some money in my account from my last job. I just have to get to the bank.” “Oh. Ok.” You replied. “Well uhmm, you know my room’s next door. If you need me for anything, don’t hesitate to come get me.” “Mhmm.” He didn’t say goodnight as he heard the door shut behind him. Not having much on his person to unpack, he decided to just strip for bed. He kicked his browned boots off into the corner, tossing the jacket on top. Opting to leave the tshirt on, he tossed his jeans over with the rest before flopping back onto the mattress.

Truth be told, the silence was odd – even at the shelter there was always something or someone making noise. The loud industrial AC unit on blast, night puppies running around their rooms, idle chatter. Here there was just…silence, loneliness still. Despite the unease that set forth within him, he had to admit the feeling of a real mattress felt delightful, like floating on clouds. Rolling over he took the opportunity to bury his face in the pillow, finally getting to indulge in your scent as much as he wanted. His eyes squeezed shut, his tail wagged against the bed thumping each time it connected – he was glad for the privacy. ‘I’m fucked up for this, she’s too young.’

He considered rubbing one out before falling asleep, but between the way he was sinking into the bed and the coolness of the pillow, he stood no chance. It wasn’t long before that sinking feeling of unconsciousness began to wrap itself around him. His cock could wait another day.

For the first time in a long time, Leon dreamed while he slept.

You sat in your own bed, unable to sleep. It was odd knowing that someone else was in your home for a change, but you supposed that was the whole point.

Living alone was hard, kinda scary, and definitely lonely. Though the decision to get a hybrid was one you landed on impulsively. You considered a regular dog but that was more of a hassle than you wanted – what you really needed was a companion that could be independent.

Leon’s picture was one of the first on the shelter’s website. You were surprised a dog his age was there, more surprised at how handsome he was if you were honest. His file caught your interest right away, previously employed, a government agent? The mystery behind that had you wanting to know more – was he like James Bond? Why would a government agent wind up in a shelter? Someone like that would make a good guard dog, right?

And then of course when you saw him in person you knew you wanted him. Leather jacket, boots, and those cute fuzzy ears. God. It felt like his blue eyes pierced your soul, his locks framing his face – you loved it.

Now here you were, he was in the room right next to you and yet you couldn’t get him off your mind. Looking over at the clock it was around midnight now. ‘Come on, just sleep. The sooner you sleep, the sooner you can talk to him.’ You reminded yourself, trying to will your brain into submission

It didn’t work.

“This sucks.” You complained to yourself, hanging your legs over the side of the bed, rubbing at your eyes. Figuring stretching your legs and grabbing a glass of water might help, you pushed forward, quietly making your way out of the room and down the small hallway to the kitchen.

The chilling water felt like a rush of relief the moment it made contact with your mouth, legs feeling better after walking as well. You stretched almost like a cat, arms in the air, relishing in the feeling before deciding to head back to bed.

Your trek back was interrupted by sound coming from behind Leon’s door, it was so quiet at first you almost ignored it, until his booming voice made you jolt where you stood.

“Fuck you Patricio, you fucking coward! I should kill you myself.” “What the hell?” Nosily you cracked his door slightly. “Leon? Everything alright?” There was no immediate response, but you heard shuffling on the bed, like he was thrashing around. This time you pushed the door open completely, hall light illuminating the room just enough to see his torso on the bed.

Another noise left him, almost like a pained cry, then a whimper. “Fuck you.” He said again. “They’re all dead because of you…no…because of me.” His voice became quieter towards the end of his sentence.

“Leon?” You cooed his name, sitting down on the edge of the bed. You weren’t sure what to do, but it hurt to see him struggle in unconsciousness. Gently you placed your hand on his cheek, he was clammy, the stubble rough against your hand. He didn’t seem any closer to waking, but you could feel his facial muscles tense – a growl left him as he rolled the other way.

Daring to reach out, you pet at his ears gently, the short fur soft against your skin. “Hey, it’s alright.” You moved closer on the bed, intending to try and comfort him some more. Instead, your hand landed on his tail by accident.

Leon jolted awake, and in an instant you were flipped onto your stomach, arm twisted and pinned to your back. Your muscles strained painfully, his grip bruising. His breath was hot against your ear, growling loud. “Ow!” You whimpered, face buried into the pillow.

His nose pressed into your neck, sniffing a bit before he finally retracted slightly. You could feel his cock harden a little as it twitched through his boxers, pressed slightly in on your thigh from behind. “Oh shit.” He said, sleep addled brain fully catching up. “Shit, I’m sorry kid.” He didn’t move off of you completely, but he let go of your arm at least. “You alright?” “I think so.” “What were you even doing in here?” “You were having a bad dream. I wanted to make sure you were ok.” You mumbled against the pillow, flopping your arm to the side to ease the pain and tension from how it had been pulled. You weren’t sure what to do next, ask him to get off? Try to move? Stay still? While it should have scared you more than it did, you hadn’t expected him pinning you down to make you feel…exhilarated? That coupled with him pressed against you made your panties grow sticky with arousal. ‘This is awkward.’ You thought to yourself, hoping he didn’t notice. Hoping he would do something on his end to move the situation forward.

“Are you sure that’s the only reason you were in here?” You couldn’t see him, but you swore you could hear the smirk in his very words. He leaned over you again, this time his chest flush against your back, lips against your ear. “I can smell it on you, you know. Don’t even need to feel it to know you’re soaking.”

“Wha–” Your face burned hot with embarrassment, more slick soaked your panties with just his words. “No I swear, I was just –” Your words were cut off instantly by the feeling of his tongue on the shell of your ear, the warm muscle teasing it, skin cooling the moment it moved away.

“You smelled good earlier. But now? Now you smell like a fucking treat.” He said, burying his nose back into your neck, pressing his now nearly fully hard cock against you more. He ground down slightly as he took in your scent again. “Wanna just tear you apart, eat you up.”

“Leon!” You gasped out, squirming under him. “Bad boy!” You managed to get out, though it lacked any real authority. He snorted with amusement, leaning back, a firm grasp on your hips with both hands. “I’m bad? Who’s the one sneaking into someone else’s bed in the middle of the night?” He punctuated each word by grinding his clothed erection against your clothed cunt. “I already said..I wasn’t… Bad, boy. Down!” You whimpered again, trying to sound firm this time, and failing again.

“No can do.” He replied. “Got me all worked up now.” He gave a solid slap to your ass cheek, not enough to leave a mark, but just enough to sting lightly. “I warned you to go fawn over a puppy, didn’t I?” “L-leon –”

“Not in control with me, Sweetheart. Shouldn’t get a pet you’re not ready to take care of.”

You weren’t able to reply as he brought his hand between you from behind, rubbing at your clit through your panties. He ghosted his fingers there with just enough pressure to make you want more, but not enough to really push you over that cliff of euphoria. A needy whine worked it’s way out of you, and you ground your clothes pussy back against his hands, desperate for more pressure. “That’s better.” He praised, rewarding you by letting rut against his hand. “Gonna cum just from that, aren’t you? Dirty little owner.” He teased. “N-no” You attempted to protest, but he was right. It felt so good, though a little rough from the friction of the wet fabric. Your hips didn’t stop their movement against his warm hand, chasing that pleasure, each movement making you whimper into the pillow. It wasn’t long before you were cumming against his hand, him rubbing your back with his free one, coaxing you through it. “Atta girl,” he praised.

While you caught your breath, he made quick work of your panties, not bothering to pull them off, opting to tear the thin fabric instead, leaving them torn between your legs. “Bet you taste as good as you smell.” He mumbled to himself, scooting down the bed enough that he could lean forward face to face with your wet folds. He gave no warning before he dove in, tongue lapping at you like you were dripping liquid gold. “Sweet as a fuckin’ treat.” He said, pulling away just long enough to take a breath before sucking on your clit gently, swirling his tongue around it.

Too sensitive from your previous orgasm, you kicked against the bed, back arching as you tried to get his attention. “S’too much.” You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut. If he heard you, he didn’t acknowledge it, simply pulling you closer to his face, strong arms keeping you pinned where you were as he continued devouring your cunt mercilessly. “S’too much!” You cried out again.

With one more particularly hard suck, your whole body tensed, hole clenching around nothing as you came again. Hot pleasure radiated from your core, shooting zaps of pleasure that tingled your fingertips and made your toes curl. Little aftershocks of pleasure made your brain hazy as he eased up on the pressure, giving light licks now to savor your taste.

Legs trembling, you were relieved when you felt him move from between your thighs, feeling his weight shift off the bed for a moment. When he returned, you realized he’d taken his boxers off, whining pathetically as he ran the hot sticky tip of his cock against your folds, bumping it over your clit again for good measure making you squeal.

“Be a good girl and relax.” He said, finally pressing himself inside of you. It was just the tip but you already felt so full, like you were being speared with every inch. “Easy, easy….biiiiiiiiiiigggg stretch.” He cooed, finally burying himself to the balls. You had never felt so full before, mouth opening into a little ‘o’ shape, no sound coming out. Velvet walls tightened around him, making him hiss behind you. “No pushin’ me out, not ‘til I’m done.” He said, sliding out just a little before pressing back in. He did this a few times, slow shallow thrusts, easing you open for him. Leon wrapped one arm around you, pulling you back so you were leaning against him as he rocked your bodies together. He splayed one hand against your stomach to help hold you in place, the other a firm grip on your neck. Not tight enough for you to be unable to breathe, but enough to cut off some of the blood supply, give your brain that heavy drowsy feeling – tongue flopping out in your dazed state.

Tilting your head to the side, he lapped at the junction between your neck and shoulder before biting down on the spot, letting just his canines puncture the skin, careful to not draw too much blood. You gasped at the sensation, while it stung at first, each slam of his thick cock head to your cervix made any pain forgettable, enjoying the feeling of being stretched and filled.

He was close, you could tell by the rugged and uneven breaths he was taking, mixed with how he desperately rutted into you. He pressed you forward back onto the mattress, releasing your neck to reach down and lace his fingers through yours, his other hand maintaining its spot around you for support as he smacked his hips against yours.

Leon came hard, balls tightening as he painted your insides white with thick ropes of cum. He rode out his own pleasure with deep but slow thrusts, holding you tightly against him. It wasn’t long before the knot on his cock stretched you out further, nearly at your limit. “I know, I know.” He said, rubbing your stomach gently as you squeezed his other hand. Once you seemed mostly adjusted, he carefully rolled both of you so that you were laying sideways, one leg bent back slightly over his to accommodate where your bodies were still linked. He held you close to him, nuzzling into your neck and lapping up any remaining blood from the bite mark.

Silence passed as your bodies cooled down together, an overwhelming sleepiness taking over you. You rubbed at your eyes again before breaking the silence by calling out his name. “Leon?” “Yeah?” “Are you really ok though?” “Huh?” He sounded genuinely perplexed by the simple question. “The nightmare, it sounded…real…like a memory. Are you alright, like really alright?” You turned your neck as best you could, wincing slightly from the bruised bite that was now aching a bit, trying to see his face in the dark room. “You were serious about that?” “Yeah, I was worried. I told you I wanted to make sure you were alright.” “Shit …. I’m fine kid, promise. Just a bad memory that’s done and over with.”

“Wanna talk about it?” “Right now?” He asked incredulously. “Well, yeah why not? Post nut clarity and all that.” “You’re literally stuck on my – “ He cut himself off with a sigh. “You’re a weird one.”

“Yeah, I know. And you’re kinda grumpy, especially when you first wake up.” He let out a laugh, it sounded genuine this time. His knot finally deflating, he slipped out of you gently so he could readjust the way you were laying so you were facing him. He pulled you closer, burying your face in his chest, resting his chin on your head. You could hear the telltale sound of his tail gently patting against the bed – a part of you wanted to point out that he did, in fact, do cute shit, but held your tongue. Instead you closed your eyes, letting the smile he couldn’t see spread over your features, relishing in his warmth, and the smell of his spiced cologne. “Tell you what. Keep me around long enough and I might just tell you about the dream some day.” “Mmm and what if I keep you around forever?” His tail thumped harder at that question, a sign of his true feeling, it made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. “Guess that remains to be seen.” You opened your mouth to protest, but he cut you off. “Go to sleep.”

“Fine.” You conceded, too tired to really argue. A squeaky yawn escape you as you curled up into him, letting your eyes lid with sleep, listening to the sound of his heartbeat.

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cinnamokittykat · 5 months

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A Regular Day at Home (after deployment)

(NSFW) Chubby! Fem! Reader x Doghybrid! König

Summary: You spend a day with a whiny, desperate doghybrid!König.

Tags: Breeding, mild femdom?, hybrid, cunnilingus, whiny male, cuddling, writer is inexperienced with this type of writing. 2k words

DogHybrid! König who you wake up in your big bed with. He may be a big wolf-dog-man-thing, but he still somehow manages to comfortably nuzzle into your neck to bask in your scent. His big, burly arms wrap around your waist, trapping you there until he's ready to get up.

DogHybrid! König who's with you on the weekend, he's off-base for the next few weeks and intends to make up for all the time away from you as a K-9 unit.

Eventually, you manage to wiggle away and make coffee/tea. It doesn't take long for him to wake up and follow you. He whines and pouts for a moment since you left him, but stops when he smells you cooking.

DogHybrid! König who kneels so you can ruffle his long, curly hair and scratch his perky ears. He lays his head on the fat of your hip while you stand over the stove. As you move away from him to grab plates, you feel his hands on your leg, and his sharp teeth softly digging into your pants leg, punctuated with a whine. You stare at him disapprovingly, and he lets go, explaining himself away with "I missed you..."

You sit down to eat together, him insisting that you two are on the couch so he can cuddle you. After you eat, he settles his head on your chest, and his body between your legs as you watch a show together. His tail wags under the blanket, making it move back and forth.

"Y/N, I missed you so much on missions, I want to spend infinite time laying on your soft body... you smell so nice..." He muttered, hair tickling your chin as he began kissing your neck. "König, you can tell me what you want, you know that right?" You tease, giggling as he presses his lips to your collarbone. "It's been weeks... my scent probably faded on you by now..." He continued. You smile and expose your neck more, and he takes the opportunity, rubbing his face on your neck before biting and sucking on your flesh.

Despite the slight pain, you feel relaxed. What's a few more hours of sleep? König wouldn't mind, he would sleep on you forever if he could. The couch was just so nice and warm, and your dog boy was basically a heated blanket...

DogHybrid! König who nudges you awake an hour later, big puppy-dog eyes begging you for something, you aren't sure what in your sleep-addled state. "I know that look, what do you need? You've been good, I'm sure you deserve it." Your dog boy buries his face in your chest out of shyness, and whimpers. "What's wrong?" You urge. Wordlessly, he pulls your hand down and softly rolls his hips forward. You meet his gaze as you feel the already-formed stiffness in his sweatpants, in tandem with a small wet spot that begins to form.

DogHybrid! König protests as you tell him that you have to finish something work-related first, but ultimately he lets you go to your computer, knowing that keeping you there will most definitely not get him anything. He wants to be your good boy, and sometimes it requires patience.

DogHybrid! König who despite promising to not bother you, can't keep himself entertained for long. Not when his erection is getting increasingly more sensitive as time passes. He opens the door to your shared room, listening to make sure you aren't on call.

You don't notice him at first, too entranced with your work until your hybrid parts your thighs with his head. "What are you-" he cuts you off "If I can't mark you now, can I at least please you?" You fake hesitation in a bid to frustrate your hybrid. In response, he places his hands on the waistband of your shorts, a high-pitched whimper emitting from his throat, eyes pleading with you.

DogHybrid! König nearly pulling you off the bed with your shorts the second you utter the words "Ok, I suppose you can..." Immediately, his tongue is exploring your folds and he's eating you like a man starved. "Sweet boy, you waited so long for this didn't you?" You mused while carding his hair with your fingers. His fluffy tail thwacked back and forth with reckless abandon. "Mhmm..." He isn't really paying attention, too busy going from concentrating on your clit to lapping up the juices leaking from your hole.

DogHybrid! König diligently continuing to lap at your heat while you keep typing away. The feeling of his wet tongue along with your thighs having something to squeeze between them brings a feeling of relaxation difficult to recreate with other means. After you finish your document, you lay back to enjoy the sensation.

DogHybrid! König who upon realizing you aren't having the bed-shaking reactions he hoped for, increases the pressure of his tongue on your clit and the speed at which he's eating you out. His huge hands grip your plush thighs as he buries his face in your pussy. It isn't long before you feel the pleasure creeping up on you. You instinctively grip his hair, pushing his head down a bit. As your orgasm takes control of you, you cry out and almost suffocate König between your thighs while he carries you through it.

DogHybrid! König shifting his face downwards as your orgasm cools down to focus on your hole as it clenches on nothing, your cum dripping out as it does. His tongue swipes in and out and around, swallowing everything. Like a "G... good... boy..." You say, out of breath. Immediately his ears perk up, and he rises from the floor to get on the bed with you. "Are you finally down with your work? My... It's starting to hurt..." He stares at you, longing in his pretty eyes. "Bitte..." He whines lowly. There is now a more prominent wet spot on the front of his sweatpants.

You smile, loving seeing him in his most desperate state outside out of a rut. "Hmmm, your tongue made me feel wonderful, but I'm just not sure I can get over how pathetic it was that you couldn't wait for an hour before you had to have your face in between my thighs."

DogHybrid! König whose ears flatten to his head. It stings to be called pathetic. He wasn't pathetic, he was your strong, scary but ultimately good and obedient boy. With a swift motion, he jumped on the bed, climbing on top of you. "I am not pathetic!" König exclaimed, muffled by him burying his face in the crook of your neck. "Am I not allowed to miss my mistress?" The feeling of teeth grazing your neck grew more intense as your dog-boy searched for a place to mark. "Oh, my sweet sweet puppy, I'm just messing with you, you know that?" He huffs in response and paws at your soft chest, squeezing your breasts somewhat aggressively. "You're my wonderful, strong, obedient, and very handsome man."

Emboldened, DogHybrid! König nearly rips your shirt off. Of course, you aren't wearing a bra as it's your own home, and it reflects in the goofy, adorable smile on your dog boy's face. You cup them both, urging him out of his temporary trance. He remembers where he is and starts playing with your tits, kissing you hungrily.

You kiss him back, palming his bulge through his boxers. In response, he ruts into your palm, cock twitching and leaking. Little whimpers coming from his throat are almost artful. He pulls his boxers down, and his cock springs out, brushing against your soft stomach.

DogHybrid! König positions himself between your legs, length dragging against your pussy for a moment, before prodding your entrance with the tip. You grab his jaw to get his attention, forcing him to look at you. "Be a good boy for me just a bit longer, will you? Lay on your back." You coo. Eager to please, he lays on his back dutifully while you straddle him.

You knew that he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in you, but that wasn't your problem. If anything, you were doing him a favor by teasing him, right? It makes the result more rewarding. You tease him with your slick folds rubbing on the underside of his cock. He meets you with thrusting hips, his head pressed into the pillow from pleasure. Your orgasm almost reaches you for a second time, but an unfortunately timed thrust has his tip far inside your tight walls.

A whoreish moan erupts from König's throat as he holds your hips still with a vice-like grip to not come immediately. You would surely have bruises later, but what did it matter?

DogHybrid! König who is finally overtaken with more primal base instincts, flips you both over so you're under him once again and at his mercy. You thank the heavens that you were already wet, the stretch still burning a bit as he slowly bottomed out within you.

The sounds of skin slapping together and your moans fill the room, soon accompanied by ones from the dog-boy on top of you. His hands were all over you, savoring the body he missed on his last deployment. You share the occasional passionate kiss, but König is focused on scenting and marking you in any way possible. After all the time spent away from each other, countless calls and texts, and nights spent alone, being in bed reunited could not be more rewarding. His dog tags glinted on the nightstand next to you.

You'll be surprised if you can even walk properly tomorrow, the way your hybrid is abusing your cunt. His hips slam into yours, your ass and thighs taking the brunt of the trauma. The room is full of the smell of sex.

All of a sudden, König's moans change to growls, and he sinks his teeth into your neck just enough to break the skin. His pace speeds up drastically. "pleasepleaseplease let me come inside, bitte you feel so fucking good, schiesse, please, I'll be... such a good mate!" You look at him while your walls tighten "Are you asking me to let you breed me?" You ask, feigning innocence. "Wanna see you full of my pups..." He growls out, eyes rolling back in his head.

You let out a scream as your orgasm overtakes you, an explosion of heat throughout your body has your legs wrapped around his waist and your pussy clamping down on him. He isn't far behind either, and his lover moaning his name would not spare him.

DogHybrid! König's hips stutter and press flush to your body. "I'll take care of you, I promise (y/n)... I'll be so good for you!" He cries out as ropes of cum spill inside of you. You shakingly hold the back of his head with one hand and rub his ears, the other hand he gripped firmly, your fingers tiny next to his.

You catch your breath together, he having settled over top of you just enough so you could feel his weight but not enough to crush you. "Are you sure you aren't in a rut, sweet boy?" You tease. "If I was, you wouldn't have gotten any work done." He replies. "Either way, you want to tell me what you meant by 'a good mate'?" You press, shifting out from under him to clean up. This was met with much resistance.

DogHybrid! König who immediately pulls you onto his chest and earns a yelp of surprise from you. His strong arms keep you flush against his torso as he whines and breathes in your scent. "Don't leave, (y/n)." You concede and lay your head in the crook of his neck. "After belonging to you for so long, seeing how well you take care of me, it's been near torture for me to not see you pregnant with our pups... if you would allow that even..."

You sigh and roll over to face him. "I think that sounds wonderful." You smile and share one more kiss with him before you both eventually go to clean each other up.

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cupidscrule · 3 months

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POLL TIME BITCHES

For a new Leon x reader fic:3

#cupidscruel🍡#leon kennedy #leon resident evil #leon s kennedy #re4 remake #re4 leon #resident evil #leon kennedy re4 #leon kennedy smut #leon smut #leon x you #leon x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon kennedy x reader #bunny hybrid #hybrid #dog hybrid #cat hybrid

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profound-bouquetbird · 1 year

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Loved the first one so heres another one a platonic Gus x maybe a dog hybrid reader where they cant see very well. They knew the Zoo’s layout just fine but now that they are in the woods they are completely lost on where anything is so Gus helps guide them around his home and show them things they can use to remember like carvings on trees or something.

Hello again :D it is an absolute pleasure writing this

I added an ability for the reader, since dogs have great hearing I added that the reader has super hearing. Hope you don't mind :)

Also, this is an AU where the general never attacked :)

I'm just gonna start since I don't have anything to say

Was kind of scared to approach you at first. He doesn't have a reason to be scared of you, I guess it's just instincts 🤷‍♀️

But he did warm up to you fairly quickly

He thought it was interesting that you couldnt see, but also kind of felt bad because of it. He also thought it was pretty cool that you memorized such a huge place, aka the zoo

Not needing any help to get around and being able to jump over things even though you couldn't see them was just cool in his opinion

Whilst you were still in the zoo you would spend most of your time just listening for guards or anything. Just something that could bring you guys hope

When all of you escaped and we're riding on that bus, you were mostly anxious on how you were going to get around. Since you didn't want your friends to spend the whole time trying to lead you around

When you finally did arrive at the woods while everyone ran around, happily following Gus towards the cabin you were panicking, your arms spread out in front of you nd just barely shuffling, trying not to fall in a hole of some sort

You may or may not have hit multiple branches while trying to find a cabin, maybe even fell into a river and mud but you slowly but surely were getting closer towards the cabin, since you could hear your friends running and laughing

When you finally arrived you felt a gust of wind pass you by as your friends ran back in to the woods, presumably towards the river that you fell in to

You just gave up, huffed in naoyence as you lowered your ears and scrunched up your face, crossing your arms and angerly sitting down on the ground

Gus noticed this and sat down next to you. "Need any help?" He asked, you only scrunched your face up further and nodded slightly. Gus smiled at you and stood up, extending his hand towards you. You reached for his hand and missed by an inch, so he grabbed your hand and pulled you up

He spent the remaining time showing you around the cabin and the memorizable part around it. He taught you haw to get to the cabin without any help! And since you were a dog hybrid it was pretty easy for you to learn

He thought you to feel the moss of the trees so that they could lead you to the cabin, what sounds to listen to, he even carved arrows on some trees so it was easier for you

You couldn't stop wagging your tail the whole time

Slowly but surely you were getting more and more comfortable, comfortable to the point that you could run around without hitting anything

Yes, you may get slapped by low branches but it's nothing too serious. And you only fell into the river once or twice more but you were quickly getting used to it

You would start hanging around with Gus more often and you started to view him as an older brother of some kind

You would copy everything he did, any I mean everything. He started to roll around in the river? You rolled into the river with him. He climbed a tree? You climbed a tree. He drew random picture books? You tried to draw random picture books (but if we're being honest they were mostly scribbles)

And Gus cheered you on, no matter how unrecognizable the drawing it he would compliment your drawing

Might have blamed you once or twice when he broke something, but that's only because you told him to lie! You knew they would go easy on you since you have bad vision

You may or may not have made your own handshake, and you may or may not have slapped him in the face the first couple of times your practiced it

Sometimes you forget the tips and tricks Gus taught you for getting back to the cabin and you would panic. So you would start yelling for Gus

Most of the times he heard you and rushed towards you, and the times he doesn't hear you, some other hybrid does and comes to your rescue

But Gus is the one that finds you most of the time

#sweet tooth x reader #sweet tooth #p sweet rooth x reader #sweet tooth gus x reader #sweet tooth gus #hybrid reader #dog hybrid #dog hybrid reader

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lupunsus · 1 year

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Since dog hybrids are the most common, I thought I'd write about masters who use these companions to their fullest potential

By giving them jobs.

Hybrid au based on the writings made by @cinnamonest

Gn Farm/Hunting Dog Hybrids

Warning: mention of heats/ruts and how you shouldn't fuck your hunting dog hybrid until they trust you. Idk if it counts, but I thought I should still mention it, even if it isn't described in detail.

I can confidently say that a good number of people see hybrids as glorified sex toys because I said so. (And also cinnamonest did too, im pretty sure.)

As mentioned previously, dog hybrids are common, with already domesticated breeds being easier to obtain even if you look like someone with low income and living in their parents' basement. But they can't really stop you if you prove that you will take care of them, and even if you do live in your parent's basement, they'll be lumped into taking care of the hybrid anyway so it should be fine.

However, there are some cases when a specific set of people who normally use dogs for tasks decide on using hybrids. Why? Mainly because of their ability to communicate. While dogs have no problem barking your ear off, hybrids can learn to talk, allowing them to convey issues and warnings, or just be someone to talk to.

These hybrids are mainly breeds that were bred for hunting or to herd farm animals.

At first, the adoption centers had little to no dogs qualified for hunting, nor were they used to farm life, but as time progressed, there became facilities that housed these special breeds. Of course, employees needed to have a good hand and experience with normal dogs, as the hybrid counterparts are more demanding. It works out in the end. The adopter gets a hybrid, and the hybrid receives a good amount of freedom to do whatever, as long as they do their job.

Because of how free and open farms can be, however, while it isn't required for the hybrids to wear clothes, they must have on a collar with a tag at all times. It's rare for a farm dog hybrid to wander too far from the animals it's supposed to look after and protect, though. The rule is more for the hunting dog hybrids. Usually, their collar has some sort of identity tag that lets humans be aware and cautious around it unless they're prepared to lose a finger or five. Seasoned hunters sometimes help the hybrids back to their owners if they appear to be injured or stuck.

As for farming dog hybrids, they're definitely much more friendlier, but they require lots of exercise. So anyone can have them, although it's recommended for those who get out and move a lot. Keeping one cooped up inside for too long can make it feel restless and irritated, and it'll soon start becoming aggressive and trash the place to release the pent-up energy it has. So make sure to give your energetic hybrids lots of outdoor time! Having a backyard they can play in is ideal, but even just bringing it along to run errands will work. Just make sure they're properly trained to behave or have them on a harness, as they can get bursts of energy and run all over the place.

Everyone should be wary of hunting dog hybrids! While tamed, they're still as dangerous as wild hybrids if around anyone that isn't their master and shouldn't be taken in by someone who thinks it'd be cool to have one.

As for hybrids who actually work on a farm, it's basically the same as what normal dogs do. Except it may be difficult to cozy to them in that way unless their heat/rut comes around that time. Farm owners usually let their hybrids take those seasons off for breaks until they feel better. Of course, you could always help them and receive a heartfelt: "Thank you, Master!" along with many other praises they can list under the sun for being with them during such a vulnerable point of time during their life.

For hunting dog hybrids, though, they won't let you help them with their spring seasons unless you earn their trust. But hey, they say that slow and steady wins the race. Plus, you should be more worried about hunting and not fucking your companion.

There's definitely a lot more jobs dog hybrids can have, but I'll save that for another post this time.

#genshin hcs #genshin x reader #genshin au #genshin x gn reader #hybrid au #.lurots #genshin impact x reader #dog hybrid #imagine if dog hybrids got paid but #they aren't citizens so the money goes back to their masters #personally id kms but I bet they have no idea what money is #😭😭

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ask-darling-xoxo · 1 year

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I LOVEEEEEE SUNNYDAY JACK AND DACHABO!!!

He is so freaking cute and oh lorddddd the things he says makes me froth and drool

DACHABO PET SIM IS AN ADULT ONLY GAME, PLEASE DO NOT PLAY OR INTERACT IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER

Anyways!, he’s so cute and fluffy looking I could cuddle and kiss his face all day

Such a sweetheart and wanting nothing but our love~

#dachabo #Bo #Dachabo pet sim #darling xoxo blog #ask darling xoxo #fanfiction #puppy boy #dog boy #hybrid #dog hybrid #love that game #puppylove

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kurokrisps · 1 year

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Dogs can be girls best friends too

#dachabo #dachabo oc #oc: tasha #yandere visual novel #inumimi #kemonomimi #dog boy #dog hybrid #kuro art

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xavier-whitex · 12 days

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Chase stuff

Part 22! Fun right?

Like I said commissions are open! Dm me abt it, I don’t bite!

He’s a German shepherd, No he’s not chase from pawpatrol, he’s my oc, one of them.

#original art #human artwork #digital art #handmade art #art #artwork #my art #my artwork #artists on tumblr #oc art #dog boy #German shepherd hybrid oc #dog oc #dog boy oc #human dog #human dog oc #dog hybrid #dog hybrid oc

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konigsblog · 4 months

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puppy!soap, puppy!reader, and puppy!roach who all belong to owner!simon who has his handful with his two quiet pups and his boisterous fucker that's eight pups in one

tw: non-con

you and puppy!roach are so soft, quiet and agile. a perfect duo. he has no problem with letting you outside the cage, letting you wander around the house on all fours because he knows how obedient you two are; how you'll listen so, so carefully. sulking quietly when you're scolded, yet never retorting back or fighting against simon...

soap on the other hand, he's a handful... a lot of work. he can't let him out the doggy cage because if he turns his back for even a split second, he'll find johnny humping and taunting poor roach's cock, teasing him while he cries. puppy!soap is mean, careless, and restless. he's full of energy, always wanting to fuck his excitement out and onto you...

the countless times johnny's been caught teasing your poor clit, or sliding inside roach's hole infuriates simon. he feels so guilty for leaving you both with him, knowing how brutal johnny can be towards you two when he's left alone. please, puppy, let johnny take care of you :( he see's how wet and slick you are, he just wants to ease your worries and make you feel better.

soap even tries to convince roach to become like him, but puppy!roach isn't a rule breaker, too obedient and shy to act out of order. he's addicted to simon's validation regardless, the thought of being scolded almost everyday like johnny would break him. :(

you and roach are just two, weak, goody two shoes in johnny's eyes... :(

#orla speaks #tw: hybrid #hybrid reader #dog hybrid #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #cod soap #soap call of duty #roach cod #roach #gary roach sanderson #roach call of duty #soaproach #ghoap #soapghostroach

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stray-cat-with-internet-access · 2 months

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Doggy from The Bremen Town Musicians (2023)

#Bremenskiye muzykanty #Бременские музыканты #roman kurtsyn #the bremen musicians #furry #fursuit #rottweiler #dog hybrid #fx makeup #special effects #fursona

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cinnamokittykat · 6 months

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Ask and you shall recieve, Dog hybrid König head canons!

TW for sexual content below the cut

SFW

- German shepherd. Big and protective, also that's what they use in K-9 units.

- His dog ears and tail are proportionate to the rest of his big human body. (also long hair König agenda but that's just me)

- Asks for pets by laying his head in your lap all of a sudden

- If you ignore him he's going to nudge you until you pet him

- It's sometimes jarring to be doing work at your computer and then look to the side and see your huge puppyboy sitting there, waiting for you to get done

- When you finally do pet him, his tail starts wagging like crazy. (seriously just imagine this huge man with a fluffy wagging tail?!??!?)

- When you're on your period and/or your muscles ache, he will lay on you and be your heating pad (pet him he deserves it)

- Will rub his face all over your clothes to scent them. As soon as they come out of the laundry, if he's on laundry duty he'll have you wondering what's taking him so long, only to find his face deep in a pile of your clothes.

- Secretly likes having his belly rubbed (He's a dog hybrid, what can I say?)

- One time you had to fix up his face a bit after he "Play-fought" with Horangi (Horangi did not think it was play)

NSFW:

- Got rock hard when you give him his collar and called him your good boy for the first time

- There were a couple of times where he was too shy to ask you to relieve him, so he lay down next to the couch and lay his head in your lap, gave you a begging look while occasionally rubbing his clothed bulge on the side of the couch until you finally noticed him whimpering.

You asked him what was wrong, and he hisses through his teeth and whispered "Bitte, master, it hurts... :("

-Wants his ears scratched and his head rubbed while eating you out. Also his tail will wag like CRAZY while doing so

- Whenever it's ovulation time for you, he smells it so strongly and will practically pounce on you the second you say it's OK.

- Crazy breeding kink. Wants to see you swollen and pregnant with his pups

#cod konig #konig #konig mw2 #konig cod #konig modern warfare #konig fanfiction #hybrid #dog hybrid

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scarlettwolf24 · 5 months

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Bluey Badge! One of my favorites so far- I love the giant monster paws!

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axiekyouraku · 2 years

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“Under the Dim Club Lights”

RenDoc Gempulse

Omega verse, O!Ren A!Doc O!Gem A!Impulse

Implied noncon

Unwanted touching

Honorifics

Drunk B!ow job

Hybrid!Hermits Dog!Ren Creeper!Doc Deer!Gem Demon!Impulse

THERE IS SMUT IN HERE BEWARE FRIENDS! (Certain words will be censored)

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“Soo~?” A red haired omega was approaching Ren, “I hear you came to the club tonight with Doc~?” Ren looked her over as he rolled his eyes, she really pulled out all the stops for tonight, she wore a pale orange body-con dress with an incredibly low back. She was wearing gold and emerald jewelry that sparkled in the clubs low light. A dainty necklace sat around her neck with a Diamond ‘i’ dangling from it.

“I did- but it’s not like that Gem- were friends, but not like that.” He waved her off. “Go find your boyfriend I’m gonna go dance.”

It was really hot on the dance floor tonight , he was glad he wore his shorts today, they were denim, distressed and quite short, he could feel the brush of fabrics from other club goers brushing against his exposed ass as he danced. The shirt he was wearing was red plaid- what a shocker. It was one of his old button up shirts that he cut off half way and tied the front up, exposing his midsection.

He found himself swaying between all of the bodies around him, his arms straight up in the air and his eyes shut as he moved. Hands were on his hips suddenly- just assuming it was a random person he stepped forward to get away. The hands remained all the same. They spun him around and held him chest to chest was a random drunk guy. “We’ll aint you a pretty thing… wanna dance baby?” The smell of alcohol evident on his lips. “Sure dude. I’m not leaving the dance floor though.”

The man held him close- too close. After a few minutes of dancing Ren found himself an opportunity to slip out of the drunks man’s grasp and did so. “I’m done dancing dude. Thanks.” He went to slip into the growing crowd and the man pulled him back, the mans chest pressed against his back. The drunk man ground their hips together. He felt the mans erect!on through his pants. “Oh gross dude- I’m not interested. Now let go.” The drunk man traced a line from Rens collar to his ear with his tongue, biting at the lobe. “Nah baby. We’re getting out of here. No options for you here.” He was dragging Ren through the crowd and he was looking around panicked. Where was Gem? Impulse? Where was Doc? “I-I’m serious! Let go!” He raised his voice to deter the man. No luck.

He was spun around to be chest to chest with the man, him grinding his hips on the other and with the small space between them he pulled his c0ck out. “Go ahead wh0re, I see how you’re dressed- touch it I know you wanna.” Touch it he did- he brought his knee up and the force made the drunk man let go for a moment allowing Ren to disappear back into the crowd- Doc! He could see him! “Doc!” The drunk man was on him again. “That’s not very nice puppy- we’re gonna go outback now and you’re not gonna put up a fight. No more being a bad dog.” His ears went flat against his head and he whined, that small animalistic side of his brain going- ‘bad dog? No we’re a good dog! Do as he says- be a good dog! Be a good dog!’

“B-bad dog?” He whined. Unable to to hold it in. “Indeed now-“ he was pulled back chest to chest. “We’re gonna go outside-“ the drunk man’s hands were currently laying on his ass, one of them kneading it. But there was a second set of hands on him, large hands. One colder than the other. The hands made him whine again. Doc.

“Puppy?” Doc asked and tightened the grip on him. “Puppy what’s wrong? Come back to our table Gem wants to know what you want for dinner.”

“Find your own wh0re dude- I’ve already claimed this bad dog-“ the drunk guy said annoyed. “Ren? You wanna go with this guy?” When Ren only whined and never moved he wrapped one hand around him and yanked. Holding a shaking Ren to his side and exposing the drunk man who had just pulled his c0ck out. “Disgusting! Going to use honorifics against a dog hybrid to get what you want- drunk or not you’re disgusting-“ Doc had the attention of the dancers around him. “Was your plan to r@pe what is mine? Because I can assure it would be the last time you use that pitiful looking d!ck- I’d make sure to remove it for you.” Doc’s words were laced with anger and he was growling. The drunk man put himself back into his pants and ran away.

“There Ren, it’s okay- you’re a good boy, Doccy saved you.” He gave a small kiss to Rens head. “Let’s go sit down, Gem wants to know if you want any appetizers.” He led a shaking Ren to their private booth away from other people and helped him up. “Woah what’s wrong with him-“ Impulse asked. “Some creep on the dance floor wanted to take him outside to hurt him. Used honorifics against him, calling him a, ‘B A D’ boy if you understand me, don’t repeat it.” Impulse only nodded. After they all ordered a round of drinks and waited for their food Doc noticed Ren was still shaking. “Hey Ren, you’re okay. No matter what others say you’re a good boy. I promise.” He pulled the omega closer to him, running a hand up and down his back. Ren placed his head on Doc’s chest and agreed. “Thank you for being there. He wanted me to touch him out there which- if it was not him it sounded fun. Like in public and all that but- he was really freaking me out. Thanks for saving me.” Doc ignored warm feeling pooling in his crotch at Ren’s words.

Of course the kinky hybrid was an exhibitionist. “Don’t say things like that out loud Ren, people may get the wrong idea- oh our drinks are here” the Two separated to grab their respective drinks. Doc drinking whiskey and Ren with some large frozen margarita.

Ren was drinking too much. Doc had had maybe two glasses of whiskey but Ren was nearing his fourth margarita. “I want another Doccy~ tell our lady pleeeeease-!” He whined against the other. “No. You’ve drank too much Ren.” The wolf hybrid huffed and just adjusted how he was leaning on the other. “I could make a compromise Doccy~ I could help you and you help me by ordering me another drink-“ The wolf hybrid had his hand on Doc’s already hard member in his pants. “And I can help you- you’ve been like this since we first sat down”

“You’re drunk Ren. No way. And not in public first of all-“ Ren cut him off with a kiss. “You own this club- you can do what you want Doc- and what I want to do…” Ren slid under the table and slipped in between Doc’s legs. “Is this-“ He undid Doc’s fly and freed him from the confines of his underwear. “Ren- you’re dru- oh shit Ren-“ Doc moaned as the wolf hybrid was easily able to take almost his whole length in his mouth at once.

“Fuck have you always been like this? You’re swallowing me whole-!” His hands found Ren’s head and began to guide him further down, reveling in the panicked gagging coming from the body beneath him. “Hold- hold, good boy. Just another second more-“ he said as he held Ren’s head down on his c0ck and only released after a few seconds. He was close. “Fuck Ren you’re good at this. I’m close. You better fucking swallow it all you wh0re-!”

He grabbed another fistful of his hair and held him down as far as the other could manage. A smile spreading over Doc’s mouth as he heard Ren struggling to take it all in, the gagging sounds he was making were beautiful. One, no two more thrusts and he was coming down the omegas throat, careful to pullout ever so slightly so he could look at Ren’s spent face. “What a good boy Ren. Now you wanted another margarita?”

Ren could only pant, his mouth wide open and Doc’s cum still in his mouth. “Nuh uh Ren, swallow it all. Don’t make me say it again.” He said and leaned forward to run a hand through the others hair. When Ren swallowed he looked back up at doc. “Good now open up. I wanna make sure-“ Ren obliged and Doc reached in with his real hand and pulled on the others tongue, then taking three fingers and pushing them into the others mouth, smiling as he gagged on them. “Oh waitress! One more margarita for my friend here please- thank you.” He kept his fingers in the others mouth as he spoke to the waitress; waiting until she walked away to remove his fingers with another gag from Ren. “Cmon good boy, back up here- need any help hm?”

Doc could not help but laugh at the lustfull look on Rens face. “Was that too much?” Ren shook his head, face flushed and mouth still agape. “Pick your jaw off of the floor puppy. Our friends are coming back to the table.” When Gem and Impulse sat down they could not help but stare at Ren. “Okay Doc I see we both had the same idea I just went to the privacy of a bathroom-“ Doc chuckled. “I don’t need things like privacy. And neither do you while you’re here.” That made Gem turn bright red. “He too needs privacy-! At the very least I do-“ She threw a napkin at him. “Horny creeper!” They all laughed as the waitress returned with their new round of drinks. Doc smiled, “So are we all going to my place after this~?”

#hermitcraft #Hermitcraft smut #omegaverse #dog hybrid #creeper hybrid #deer hybrid #demon hybrid #hermitcraft fanfic #smut #read at your own risk #honorifics #unwanted touching #docm77 #rendoc #rendog #gempulse #omega!ren #alpha!doc #fanfic

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