#CH-K9

[cheeseofthecake]

Idk if your pfp is an oc or a preexisting character, but their design is really cool :D

!!!!!!!

Thank you!!!!!

Her name's CH-K9 and she's a multifacited robot doggirl! And also my Sona!! She's really cool and also really fast. She's got a little bit of a shapeshifting thing going on, as she's kinda made of nanites? I think? I'm honestly not too sold on her lore right now.

Here's the full image of her by @heytjitsme on Twitter!!!! It's under the readmore cuz she's a tall image.

I also have my other knightgirl sona,, I can attach her too if you wanna see her too!

Also, your user name is based as fuck actually

[checkertrains]

Mark, Marki, Mark!

[astr0exe]

K9 [COD MEN (POLY??) X M!READER] CH1

Ch.1 , Ch.2 , Ch.3

CAS’ MASTERLIST !!

reader is transmac and autistic cause i said so :)

AO3 VERSION : K9

SUMMARY: The boys meet someone new. He seems cool but his dog seems to enjoy ripping people apart.// The boys meet the K9 trainer

(first time transferring my AO3 work to tumblr so)

(my writing is also quite shit but hey ho)

( i project so so bad with this character)

(pls give me feed back)

CHAPTER 1

Soap's POV :

The Captain dragged us into a meeting and we have no idea why. I was busy watching Princess And The Frog after working out for ages, I just wanted to relax after so many back-to-back missions.

"Thank you all for showing up I do appreciate it, I know we are all probably tired, however I thought this was important to discuss before you saw them around the base." Huh saw who around base? Is someone new joining? I glanced around the room and caught Gaz's confused eyes.

"See who sir?" I asked cautiously, "___ they are the K9 trainer and his callsign is K9 because of this. He has a fully-grown perfectly trained cane corso who is with ___ at all times. If any of you are scared of big dogs then I am sorry because Bucky is huge. There will be a meeting introducing you all do not worry but I thought I should give you a heads up. Dismissed." Answered Price.

Whilst walking next to Ghost in the hallway I couldn't help thinking about what Price said. I don't even know what a cane corso looks like. Oh well, when I get to my room I'll find out cause Google is my friend. "Hey, Lt. Do you know what a cane corso looks like?" I questioned, "I think I have an idea, pretty sure they grow up to 70 cm (27.5 inches) ish and weigh up to 50 kgs (110 pounds) They are massive dogs." Ghost murmured.

I could feel my eyes bulging out of my sockets at the thought of a dog that big.As I finally got to my room, I instantly looked up what a cane corso looked like and I think I shit myself. I have to meet one of those tomorrow.

Time skip : meeting K9 and Bucky

We all sat in the common room for our introductions. Me and Gaz were playing uno whilst Ghost was just watching us like a babysitter would with two children whilst we were waiting for Price and ___. Slowly we heard footsteps, they sounded heavy like platform boots, you could hear heavy breathing coming from Bucky and mumbling muffled talking from K9 and Price. The footsteps gradually increased in volume until Price walked in along with an awkward-looking guy. He wore large combat boots which had to add at least 3 inches to his height, and a large leather jacket with lots of patches on ranging from band patches to quotes. Oh and a trans flag. Nice. His belt was studded like he bought it in the 2000s with added chains which actually looked heavy, he had black eyeliner on and a face mask. If he wasn't like 5"7 with his boots on I'd say he was terrifying.

After I finally stopped staring at this Greek god of an emo boy and got my shit together I noticed his dog, Bucky, who was eyeing everyone wearily as if at any point we would attack him or ___. With how intimidating they both look I think they suit each other.

"Um hi I'm ___ or K9 and I'll be training dogs you take on missions and sometimes taking the dogs on the missions myself. Nice to meet you all. As you all know, this is Bucky, he won't hurt you." He giggled towards the end and oh my god it's like I heard heaven gates open and when I gazed around the room I knew everyone felt the same with all the wide eyes and stuttering introductions.

"Well these are my boys, Lt. Ghost Riley , Sergeant Soap Mactavish and Sergeant Gaz Garrick. Boys this is Sergeant K9 he will be working with you as he described he will also be living on base and training with you lads so I expect them to come back to me feeling welcomed into the Taskforce is that clear?" Demanded Price. "Yes Sir." We all responded in unison.

As I observe K9 and Bucky I cant help but smile at how at ease he seems with his dog. I think he is gonna fit in perfectly.

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[lastbluetardis]

What Makes a Family Ch 2 Sneak Peek

Hey yall! I haven't been able to update WMaF this week because I've been sick af with some sort of non-Covid plague, so in the meantime, here's a little excerpt of the upcoming chapter (which I should hopefully be able to post next week 🤞)

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K9 dutifully sat on the floor at the foot of Alex’s bed while James tucked himself onto the edge of her twin-sized bed to read a few chapters of Matilda together. This book was one of her favorites; they must have read it a dozen times together, enough so that James nearly had the whole thing memorized.

When he reached a good stopping point, James stuffed a bookmark between the pages and set the novel on Alex’s bedside table.

“I like Miss Honey,” Alex said, tucking her arm tightly around his waist and preventing him from leaving her bed yet. He melted back into the mattress, happy to give her more snuggles. “I don’t like Matilda’s mum and dad. They’re mean.”

“Yeah, they are,” he agreed, resting his cheek into her soft, chestnut locks.

“You’re not mean to me,” Alex continued.

“I try not to be. Funnily enough, I like you quite a lot,” he teased, poking her side.

Alex squirmed and breathed out a silent giggle. She yawned and hugged him tighter.

“Hey Daddy?”

“Hey whatty?”

“I’m never gonna have any siblings, am I?”

James froze, mind whirring to figure out where the question had come from. Was it the book they’d just read? Matilda had an older brother, but as they just established, the Wormwood family was rubbish.

“Well, never is quite the absolute,” he started, scratching at the back of his suddenly-hot neck. “It’s got a sort of finality, doesn’t it? Never…”

Alex sighed, her shoulders drooping. James cringed, and amended his daft response by gently saying, “No, you probably won’t have any siblings.”

“Why not?” she asked, peeking up at him through her lashes. “Don’t you want more kids?”

James licked his lips. Alex loosely knew where babies came from and how they were made, but like most nine-year-olds, he didn’t think she truly understood the full picture.

“Well, for starters, having a baby takes two people,” he hedged. “And it’s just me. So that rather throws a spanner in the works, doesn’t it?”

Alex cocked her head to the side, as if his comment opened up a new can of worms. “Do you not want to get married?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted. “It’s complicated.”

[vukovich]

Hi, I was wondering I had missed any additions to your K9 fic. I've been offline and get a bit lost in Tumblr (no pressure or anything)

I’m genuinely not sure when I stopped posting it publicly. It’ll make it to AO3 when it’s done. I feel like it’s about halfway there right now.

I just finished Act 2 (ch 6-9). I’m planning on three chapters for Act 3 (stay tuned for “Draco’s not allowed to fuck Harry, but he IS allowed to co-top with Charlie”, two chapters for Act 4 (mostly politics) and then a one-chapter Act 5 that ends with some “Oh god Harry what have you done?”

[ranchracoon]

Devour Ch 22. Quality Time with Cassandra

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Chapter 21

You feel lighter, like a weight that you have been carrying all this time fell from your shoulders and you can walk freely. Lady Dimitrescu is the last person you thought to confide in. You were convinced you weren't going to make it out with all extremities attached once you spoke to her again. When you walk out of the study you catch the tail end of Lady Dimitrescu bending over into the dining room, followed by a jingle behind the door that indicates dinner time. You suck in a breath, brush your hands over your shirt, and confidently walk into the dining room. Your girlfriends look up at you surprised, but that's quickly replaced with happiness as they smile and beam at you for finally joining them. Next to the Baroness is an empty chair with a setting placed, you glance at Lady Dimitrescu who simply nodd toward the seat.

“Good evening Baroness.” You greet.

“There’s no need for formalities, I plan on staying for quite some time so please call me Izidora.” She smiles broadly which gives you a peek at her elongated k9s.

“I think we’ll be calling you mom soon.” Teases Daniela.

Cassandra and Bela's laughter is quickly quieted by their mother’s glare. You can’t help but snicker under your breath.

You haven’t gotten the chance before to get a good look at Izidora. She is a striking woman who perfectly matches Lady Dimitrescu’s elegance. Her eyes are the same color as emeralds and equally as radiant. The features on her jaw and nose could cut glass from their sharpness, yet they softly curve into her neck and lips; if she stood still long enough you would mistake her for a sculpture from the paleness and flawlessness of her skin. Her hair is a deep brown, almost black, but the setting sun highlights soft strokes of red that are mixed in like blended paint. As you sit beside her, you tilt your head slightly and notice that she is exceptionally built like an athlete. You and her are the two ends of the spectrum: you look like you can lift a redwood tree with one hand and eat nothing but carbs, while she looks like she runs across the continent for fun everyday.

Her maids come through the hall door and serve Lady Dimitrescu first, then Izidora, the girls, and lastly you. The food smells heavenly and your mouth waters while you wait patiently for everyone else to take a bite before you do so. The meat is rare, but it is seasoned so well that your plain tongue is fooled. It's accompanied with baked potatoes smothered in a thick, reddish, gravy with small chunks of mushroom and a huge glob of melting butter. Next to it are carefully roasted vegetables seasoned with salt, pepper, paprika, and another spice you aren’t familiar with. You're the only one with regular food while everyone else only has meat and wine.

You audibly hum when you bite more into it and a melodious laugh comes from next to you. Izidora is looking at you with her same warm smile at your expression of pure bliss, this is by far the best meal you have ever tasted.

“Izidora, you’ll have to get your maids to tell me how they prepared this. This is absolutely delicious.” You complement.

The girls across the table buzz in agreement as they eat their meal quickly, even the Lady nodds in approval toward the staff who stand just a bit taller. After dinner everyone patiently caught you up on everything that happened while you were gone. Izidora left to go back to Hungary where she was in charge of an entire colony of supernaturals while seamlessly blending in with the human prime ministers. She took leave and brought her staff back to the castle where they cleaned up the massacre, and started to work full time to get the castle back in working order. The best part? All of the staff are some form of supernatural themselves. You discover Lilla is an immortal, meaning she doesn’t have to eat, drink, sleep, never gets sick, and can easily replace all her blood that she gifts to feed everyone.Most, if not all, of the humans and animals from the village have been wiped out. You shiver and try not to ponder too long on where the meat for dinner came from. You tell yourself it was pork. Definitely pork.

Curiously though you want to know what everyone else is without coming across as too nosy. The entire time Izidora speaks you glance up at the Lady, twice now you saw a different side of her that you had never seen before; she looks at Izidora with love that can only be rivaled by her love for her daughters. When Izidora brings up the village and how they discovered the state of it, you shrink into yourself and the chair.

“Oh, I’m sorry if that brought back bad memories Y/N, I didn’t realize it was a sensitive subject.” Izidora apologizes.

“It’s not your fault. My family lived in the village…they..didn’t make it.” You whisper.

“What were they like?” Asks Cassandra.

You're thankful she asked, even if it is still sensitive, it's better than stewing in silence otherwise you might start to spiral again. You tell them stories about your siblings, how supportive and loving your parents were, and your work as a field hand. One of your favorite stories is when Ina had stolen a bunch of goats of warding and kept moving them around the house while also making more appear then disappear so mother thought the house was haunted. As you speak, a ghost of a smile graces your lips. The clock's chime interrupts your story time, everyone at the table chuckles at how late it had gotten from being sucked into chatter. The Lady and Izidora excuse themselves to bed, the girls turn their attention back to you and give you loving smiles.

“Thank you for sharing with us. It was nice to learn something about you.” Says Bela.

“Yeah, thank you.” Agrees Cassandra.

Daniela yawns, “I want to hear more about them but I’m beat. Are you sleeping with me, Bela, Cassandra, or all of us tonight Y/N?”

“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to spend some time with Cassandra.” You answer.

“With how she’s been acting I don’t think you’ll get much sleep.” Bela jokes.

Cassandra growls and hits Bela’s side who only laughs and dodges away into her shroud, but not before she gives you a goodnight kiss on the cheek. Daniela follows and also leaves you a goodnight kiss, and another, and another until you giggle. She has made a game out of how many kisses she can smother you with until you laugh. With you and Cassandra alone, you stand up from your chair, walk around, and offer your hand to her. She takes it with a confused look as you pull her up from her seat and escort her to the courtyard.

“What are you doing?” She asks.

You respond with a smile as you continue to walk to the center under the gazebo. It's an unusually hot night and the stars are out and with a waxing moon that colors everything in a silver glow. As you reach the middle you whisk around and take Cassandra by the small of her back, she wraps her arms around you and nozzles against your face.

“All I’ve been doing these last few weeks is recovering, I haven’t gotten to spend some actual time with you and I miss you. So, would you join me for a moonlight dance?” You ask.

“Who do you think I am, Daniela?” She scoffs before she quickly looks around and gives your nose a kiss, “but yes, I would love to dance with you.”

The crickets, frogs, and occasional crow compose a symphony for the two of you to dance to. It's slow, the both of you cling to each other like your eachother’s life line and simply sway back and forth. You step out to pull away and spin her around just like you did at the celebration, only this time without any prying eyes. Cassandra’s laughter springs your heart alive. The hollowness that had grown from holding in your feelings is being filled with love and affection. With a final spin, you catch her and dip her to signify the end of your dance. She erupts into a fit of giggles that she attempts to shut down by hiding her face into your shoulder. The only time she giggled was when she was tormenting maids and it sounded manic, this is a genuine giggle, the kind you make when you find out your crush likes you back.

You bring her back up and give her a deep kiss to break her from her surprised trance. She immediately kisses you back. Neither of you break the kiss, when either starts to pull away the other chases after it. Your breath hitches and begins to pick up while your grip on her waist tightens. Cassandra moans quietly into your mouth allowing you to slip your tongue between her lips and explore her mouth. Her moans turn into throaty growls, they vibrate from her throat into your own as one of her hands claw into your scalp and the other locks you into place against her.

She breaks the kiss only for a moment, “I want you so badly, I need you but I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t love. I promise I’ll stop you if it gets to be too much okay?”

Cassandra doesn’t need anything else, she picks you up in her cloud and whisks you away to your room. You raise an eyebrow when you realize this and she looks away sheepishly.

“My room is kind of a mess right now.” She admitts.

“Mmm….about that…”

Her eyes darken as she appears on top of you with your hands pinned over your head, “what did you do this time?” She asks.

“I…might have cleaned it while you were busy…I purposely kept you away the last few days so you wouldn't know. It was gonna be a surprise.”

Cassandra’s gaze softens for only a brief moment before they're fill with mischievous lust. Her lips smash against yours and you return it by leaning up and arching your back into her body. She growls at you, biting down on your bottom lip and pulling it as she raises up. She has devilish smirk, making you shiver in anticipation of what she has in store for you. She drags you away into her room, glancing around at how meticulously clean it is with everything back in its place; just how she liked. Cassandra shoves you onto her bed, she sits on your lap and rests her hands on her hips as she looks down at you.

“I’m going to reward you for doing something so nice for me, but I’m also going to punish you. Just remember, I’ll be going easy.”

Unsure if that is a threat or a promise, a shiver of fear and excitement bolts up your spine as goosebumps pepper your skin. Cassandra grips your shirt tightly and lifts you up toward her to kiss you feverishly. Before you can fully kiss back she drops you back onto the bed and orders you to strip out of your clothes while she flies to her black trunk you're all too familiar with. You have never removed your clothes faster in your life, you toss your shoes across the room followed by your pants, underwear, button up, and bra. Cassandra stands on the side of the bed with her hands behind her back, giggling at your enthusiasm. She sets something on the nightstand but before you can look she covers your eyes, pushing back until your back hits the bed.

"No peeking. Now be a good girl and wait here."

She removes her hand from your eyes and disappears into her bathroom, leaving you naked and alone on her bed. You want to look over, see what she has in store for you, but thankfully the sound of her bathroom door takes your attention. A moment later she appears on top of you wearing a black, see-through, lace bra and matching underwear. The mixture of her and your arousal fills the air and for a moment you think your heart is going to beat from your chest. Your eyes drink in every inch of her body and you bite your bottom lip, she tilts her head with a smirk plastered on her face. Her hair dangles off one side of her shoulder, leaving the other side of her neck exposed.

She caresses your body and messages your breasts between her hands while leaning down to catch your lips with hers. You moan softly into her mouth giving her access to push her tongue into yours, your tongues roll and dance with each other. Your hands are magnetized to her body, her skin is cool and soft under your finger tips. Exploring her back and hips, pulling tightly to keep her body snug against yours. Cassandra’s hips slide down to your thigh and start to grind against it, the slick from her core soaking through her underwear. You lift your leg to give her more of an angle making her moan louder as her core grinds against you. She breaks the kiss and throws her head back with a shuddering moan, you use the opportunity to lean up and sink your teeth into her skin. She gasps and gives you more room, as her hands continue to rub your breasts. You shower every inch of skin within biting distance with bites and hickeys, her neck getting covered in your love.

Cassandra’s moan hitches and her body trembles as her grinding picks up its pace then stops just abruptly. She groans lowly and removes herself from your thigh. The wet mess hits the cold air and another round of goosebumps peppers your skin. She stands within your eyesight and unclasps her bra, you don't hide the fact that your eyes are locked onto her breasts. Oh how you missed those. She smirks at you and wiggles her chest dangerously close to your face.

“You want these don’t you?” She asks.

“Yes ma’am.” You answer.

“Hmph, you’ll have to wait.”

She shoves you back down onto the bed, and moves away quickly so you can't bring her down with you. You huff in irritation but that is quickly dismissed when she moves to the end of the bed and cups her hands underneath your thighs. Cassandra chuckles and kisses your soaked center, you lift your hips up to her mouth but that only makes her chuckle again.

“Mm, I missed you so much. Your smell, your sounds, your taste…I’m going to have you begging by the end of the night.”

Her tongue graces your core with its presence, you loll your head back and moan while you helplessly ride her face. She sticks her tongue inside you as far as it can reach then pulls out to circle around your clit. She works vigorously and it doesn't take long for the pressure to build in the pit of your stomach. You whimper and groan again as your hips continue to grind against her mouth, as if she knows you’re on the edge she suddenly moves her mouth away. Your eyes shoot open and you gasp before glaring down at her only to receive a smirk in return.

“I told you I was going to punish you.”

You groan loudly in protest as she crawls on top of you, her fingers return to your aching clit and coat themselves in your wetness before she slips two of them inside you with ease. You sigh gratefully and arch your back into her as she hovers over you. Her thumb circles your clit slowly and she thrusts her fingers in and out of you as equally slow. She leans over your shoulders and plants soft kisses over it before she locks her eyes with yours. You lock your arms around her, the coolness of hers contradicting the overheating of your body. It surprises you there's no steam emanating from between you and her. Her fingers curl upward into your g-spot and your hips jerk, your head falls back but is forced back.

"I didn't say you could look away."

You try to hide your expression as the pressure raises again, your legs give it away when they start to shake. Cassandra watches you frantically fuck yourself on her fingers, desperate for release. She's not going to let you go that easily. She pulls her fingers out, you unleash a deep growl from your chest as your nails bury themselves into her flesh. She swarms up onto her knees and licks her fingers clean while maintaining eye contact with you. You stare at her, your chest heaving with every breath and your abdomen aches.

“Cassandra, I swear to Mother Miranda if you don’t let me cum I’ll finish myself while you watch.” You growl.

“Don’t threaten me with a good time baby.”

"And, I won't let you touch me for a week."

"Now now, no need to be mean."

She returns to the night stand, this time allowing you to watch and see. She bends over and tightens the strap around her hips, adjusting until it fits just right. Then she makes herself comfortable between your legs once more. You grab fistfuls of bedding in both excitement and impatience. She slips her legs underneath your thighs and prop them up over hers. She uses your arousal to lube herself up, teasing you as she rubs between your lips. You moan lowly when she finally enters into you inch by inch until she's fully sheathed inside. She holds herself up with her hands on either side of you, leaning down to kiss your lips hungrily as she start to thrust. You moan into her mouth, locking her in place with your legs wrapped around her waist and your arms securely over her shoulders. Cassandra breaks the kiss to bite into the side of your neck, her teeth breaking the surface. The sting of the bite amplifies the pleasure coursing through you, her thrusting remains consistent and hard. Each one hitting your cervix and sending sparks of painful pleasure through you.

Her tongue laps up the droplets of blood that come from the bite wound with a soft hum of approval followed by a soft moan in your ear. Everything flutters inside you, your heart flips and butterflies erupt inside your belly, your skin heats up as you wriggle your hips in sync with Cassandra’s. She pauses only for a second and you tighten your legs around her waist to keep her there; with a final push she allows you to orgasm. Multiple orgasms rupture one after another as she eases her tempo to let you ride them out. Heat and pleasure coat your body with each shake of your muscles, you buck your hips and breath heavily as the tremers settle.

You pant heavily and glance at the bead of sweat between your breasts then back at her. Cassandra kisses your lips and you return it by biting her bottom lip roughly. She groans against your mouth and sticks her tongue in again. You drop your legs and buck her over onto her back, your eyes darken with lust as you moan lowly while unstraddeling her. You unclip the harness and roughly yank it off and past her legs then you spread them wide for you to descend between. She's soaking wet and her scent only makes you want her more, you lick your lips then dart your tongue along her folds. You consume every morsel of her taste and find yourself falling into muscle memory of how she likes it. Cassandra moans loudly and grips the sheets with her fists, she arches her back, pushing her hips into your greedy mouth.

Her legs wrap around your shoulders and press you into her, you take gasps of air but continue to run your tongue over her clit. You wiggle your hand through and thrust two fingers inside her, immediately curling them to hit her g-spot. She moans again and gasps, her hips continuing to rise and fall with your fingers until you feel her muscles contract around them. Cassandra groans and throws her head back, her entire body trembles as her legs squeeze your face. When she comes down from her high, her legs free you, but you are far from done with her yet.

The next morning in the bath you both take inventory of how many hickies, bites, and scratches are over your bodies. The ones that haven't healed that is. Cassandra showers you in affection and refuses to have a part of her body not touching you, even if it's just her pinkie hooked with yours.

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Small Dog Breeders: Finding Your Perfect Puppy

Finding the perfect small breed puppy requires thorough research, reliable breeders, and an understanding of the specific needs of each breed. Whether you are looking for a Toy Poodle, Cavoodle, Chihuahua, or French Bulldog, choosing the right breeder is essential to ensuring a healthy and well-socialized pet.

Why Choose a Small Dog Breed?

Small dog breeds offered by Designer K9 Breeders offer several advantages over larger breeds:

Perfect for Apartments: Small dogs require less space and adapt well to apartment living.

Easier to Manage: They are easier to handle, making them ideal for first-time pet owners.

Longer Lifespan: Many small breeds live longer than their larger counterparts.

Great Companions: Small dogs often form strong bonds with their owners and provide great emotional support.

How to Find a Reputable Small Dog Breeder

Finding a trustworthy small dog breeder requires careful vetting. Here are some steps to follow:

1. Research Online Reviews and Testimonials

Look for breeders with positive reviews and satisfied customers. Check platforms like Google Reviews, Trustpilot, and social media to gauge the breeder’s reputation.

2. Visit the Breeder in Person

A reputable breeder will allow you to visit their premises, meet the puppies, and see their parents. Pay attention to:

Cleanliness and living conditions

Temperament of the parent dogs

Socialization and handling of puppies

3. Ask for Health Certifications

Good breeders provide vaccination records, deworming details, and genetic health clearances for their puppies. This ensures that your puppy is free from hereditary diseases.

4. Ensure Ethical Breeding Practices

Avoid breeders who:

Do not provide a contract or health guarantee

Sell puppies under eight weeks of age

Have multiple litters available at all times (puppy mills)

Do not allow visits or only conduct online transactions

Top Small Dog Breeds and Their Characteristics

1. Toy Poodles

Size: 4-6 pounds

Temperament: Intelligent, affectionate, and trainable

Lifespan: 12-15 years

Best for: Families and individuals looking for a hypoallergenic breed

2. Cavoodles (Cavalier King Charles Spaniel x Poodle)

Size: 9-25 pounds

Temperament: Friendly, sociable, and intelligent

Lifespan: 12-16 years

Best for: Families and allergy sufferers

3. Chihuahuas

Size: 2-6 pounds

Temperament: Loyal, energetic, and alert

Lifespan: 12-20 years

Best for: Small apartments and experienced dog owners

4. French Bulldogs

Size: 16-28 pounds

Temperament: Playful, affectionate, and social

Lifespan: 10-14 years

Best for: City dwellers and those seeking a low-energy companion

Red Flags to Watch Out for When Choosing a Breeder

Puppies available year-round: Ethical breeders have limited litters.

No health guarantees: Reputable breeders offer guarantees and support.

No screening process for buyers: Good breeders ensure their puppies go to responsible homes.

No pedigree or documentation: Transparency is crucial in responsible breeding.

Adopting a Small Dog: Consider Rescue Options

Many small dogs are available for adoption through shelters and rescue groups. If you’re open to giving a dog a second chance, consider adopting from organizations such as:

RSPCA (Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals)

Local rescue groups specializing in small breeds

Breed-specific rescues like Chihuahua Rescue or Poodle Rescue

Caring for Your Small Dog

1. Nutrition

Small dogs require high-quality food tailored to their breed, age, and activity level. Look for:

Small kibble size

High-protein formulas

Essential vitamins and minerals

2. Grooming Needs

Toy Poodles and Cavoodles: Require regular grooming and trims.

French Bulldogs and Chihuahuas: Low-maintenance coats but need skin care.

All small breeds: Regular dental care is essential to prevent gum disease.

3. Exercise Requirements

While small dogs need less exercise than larger breeds, they still require daily walks, playtime, and mental stimulation. Breeds like Chihuahuas enjoy short bursts of activity, while Cavoodles and Toy Poodles require more structured exercise.

4. Training and Socialization

Start training early to ensure your small dog is well-behaved:

House training: Use crate training for best results.

Basic commands: Teach sit, stay, and recall.

Socialization: Expose your puppy to different environments, people, and other animals.

Where to Buy Small Breed Puppies in Australia

If you’re looking for a trusted source for small breed puppies in Australia, consider reputable breeders like Designer K9 Breeders. They offer well-bred, healthy puppies with proper health guarantees and ethical breeding practices.

Final Thoughts

Choosing the right small dog breeder is crucial for ensuring you get a happy, healthy, and well-adjusted puppy. By researching breeders, visiting their premises, and ensuring ethical practices, you can confidently bring home your perfect small breed companion.

[buckieys]

comfort ; tarlos

part three of my k9 officer!carlos series

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“TK, can you meet me at the emergency vet, please?” Carlos’ voice cracked as he spoke and TK was not prepared for their phone call to start like this.

“Carlos? Is everything okay? What’s going on and are you okay?” TK tilted his head to cradle his phone between his shoulder and ear, leaving his hands free. He grabbed a pen and piece of paper off his dad’s desk.

“I-It’s Feroz, he got into the chocolates I got for you and ate some. I don’t know how many he ate so I called the vet,” Carlos sounded panicked and it wasn’t often that Carlos panicked about anything. “Ty, dogs aren’t supposed to have chocolate… What if he… What if he dies? Then it’s my fault and I can’t live with that guilt!”

“Carlos, calm down, it’s going to be okay. I’m on my way now. Do you want me to pick you and Feroz up or are you already at the vet?” TK scribbled out a note to his dad before running out and down the stairs to his locker. He collected the necessities and ran to his car, listening to Carlos sob over the phone.

Carlos asked if TK could come and pick them up because he was in no shape to drive. TK slammed his car door and told Carlos he was already on his way, continuing to talk to Carlos so he wouldn’t start to overthink.

“Carlos, baby, can you breathe for me?” TK asked, trying to encourage Carlos to take deep breaths and try to calm down. He doesn’t count breaths aloud, but instead, lets Carlos take the lead.

“Where are you?”

“I’m a few minutes away, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Do you want to meet me outside or do you need me to come inside and help?” TK asked, keeping his voice steady, thankful for his job training.

“We’ll meet you outside,” Carlos whimpered.

TK could hear Carlos call Feroz and then heard the clink of the leash against his harness. He heard Feroz’s nails tapping against the hardwood floors and then the front door opening and closing.

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*the junko-pup had managed to wonder her way here. She wasn't going to barge in though so she sat as the door and pawed at it, hoping it would make.. some sort of noise.* ~ k9-fashionista (feel free to ignore)

nagito heard scratching at the door and immediately assumed it was one of his cats. it wasn’t until they were all accounted for that he tracked the noise to the door. he opens it, confused at what he sees. “u-uh, can i… help… you?”

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[liradark-art]

finaly after all this years khm.. i did it! :) The new and big reference for my sunny boy. 

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Welcome to the Jungle [COD]

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NAV :

♡︎ : personal fav’s

❂ : new

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Ongoing Stories (Also on Ao3)

༒ K9 [COD Men X M!Reader]

Ch.1 , Ch.2 , Ch.3

Headcannons!

ఌ Puppy!Reader ♡︎

[Part.1] , [Part.2]

CAPTAIN JOHN PRICE

ミ★ stepdad!Price : puppy [req]

ミ★ dads best friend!Price

ミ★ stepdad!Price : jealousy [req]

ミ★ stepdad!Price : brat [req]

ミ★ sharing w/ Ghost [req]

ミ★ Moon and stars [req] ♡︎

ミ★ Bunny boy w/ Ghost & Soap [req]

ミ★ bunny w/ dragon price [req]

ミ★ muscle reader [req] ❂

LT. SIMON “GHOST” RILEY

⁂ safe : Dysphoria comfort ♡︎

⁂ camboy!AU

⁂ older!Simon [req]

⁂ sharing w/ Price [req]

⁂ intimacy [req]

⁂ bunny boy w/ Price & Soap [req] ❂

SG. KYLE “BRAVO FIVE” GARRICK (GAZ)

☆彡 soft sex [req]

SG. JOHNNY “SOAP” MACTAVISH

᪥ camboy!AU

᪥ puppy!reader w/ werewolf Soap [req]

᪥ brat!reader [req]

᪥ bunny boy w/ Price & Ghost [req]

᪥ bunny boy pt.2 [req]

᪥ perv!soap ❂

᪥ deployment w/ tm!reader [req] ❂

᪥ guard dog [req] ❂

COL. KÖNIG

𑁍 stepbrother!König [req]

𑁍 bull!reader w/ cowboy König [req]

𑁍 loser!konig [req] ❂

SG. KEEGAN P. RUSS

✯ older!Keegan w/ gremlin [req]

✯ gremlin [req]

PHILIP GRAVES

☙ anxious baby [req]

☙ ps!reader hcs [req] ❂

☙ bull!reader [req] ❂

KRUEGER

🜚 oral fix [req] ❂

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[hngrylikethewoolf]

Wanna Be Yours || Eros Crack AU

IN WHICH...Sav & Lauren created a really cool AU for NaNo and then we forgot to post it sO: Errol Woolf was shipped off to the states when he was a young man after the military, moved to New York, and met a little punk ass named Roscoe Sykes. The rest, as they say, is history. 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Smut...just...yeah, probably also conflict of interest bc Roscoe is in the mob, gun mentions & awful puns

@roscoexsykes

ERROL: 

A stray beam of sunlight cut across the bed, forcing the man tangled in the sheets to curl in on himself, lest he wanted to see spots for the next hour. As it was, he could already tell the spot beside him had long gone cold.

Errol heaved a sigh and rolled to the side of the bed, bare feet hitting hardwoods. He winced at the cold, one of the downsides of living in this fucking city, before levering himself to his feet. There was already a pot of coffee brewed, a note on a pad of paper beside him making him smile as he sipped at his first cup of the day. 

He'd probably have another five or six more come the end of his day. 

He dressed in his uniform quickly after a workout and shower, intent on being out of the cold and in his car in under five minutes, Delilah harnessed and on her leash. It wasn't very hard, given how he worked once he had coffee coursing through his veins, but the New York winters were unforgiving and his body liked to remind him of that fact more and more frequently. 

Parking near the station and walking, covering up his uniform with a thick, black jacket, gloves, and a beanie hat was a near daily occurrence but it was one he stuck to this time of year. The moment he made it through District 12's doors, he stamped the snow off his boots and got to work, the German Shepherd trotting at his side, looking through his call log and waiting for something to come over the radio while he cruised around the city. 

That finally happened about mid-morning, something routine but in need of a K9 and, what's more, he'd been requested. 

He figured out why the moment he stepped out of his patrol car. 

ROSCOE:

To be fair - Roscoe hadn’t been the one that fucked up this time. Neither had DeSoto. For once in their life, the twins had a very clear reputation (or at least, on this job). It was the stupid rookie that had gotten them, the idiot panicking under the pressure of the heist and bolting. Better yet, he’d bolted through the goddamn door of the place they’d been meeting for the deal, and yes, while the location was supposed to be secure, it was only because the mark was an employee who had back door access. 

Not front. 

So when little pansy-ass Richard had taken off and slammed open the front door, he’d set the alarm off in the store, and everything had happened at once. One, their mark had taken off himself, leaving DeSoto and himself standing in the middle of the fucking store as the owner barged in from where they’d apparently already been on their way in. 

Excellent. 

It also hadn’t taken long for the rag-tag gang of young irishmen to see what was going on and get involved too. So within a mere few minutes, chaos had erupted within the entire block, and soon people were scattering just about every which way as sirens rang out throughout the city streets. 

Tossing a look towards his brother, Roscoe ran as quick as he could, stooping only to sweep up the product their local idiot had dropped on his way before he nodded towards the barely older man - a silent agreement for them to split up and find their way back home in order to avoid the fuzz. And well… that plan had been working all too well until the squad car pulled up on the street in front of him - his gaze raising to the officer who’d stepped out as his lip curled back in a grimace. 

Fuck. 

For a brief second, Roscoe only stared, meeting the man’s gaze before his lips turned up in a smirk instead, offering but a small parting wink before Roscoe turned on his heel and headed towards the nearest alleyway. 

ERROL: 

Of course it was Sykes. Of fucking course it was. 

Idiot. He could see the grimace from halfway down the block. Heaving a long-suffering sigh, Errol rounded the other side of the car and opened Delilah's door, attaching her leash as soon as she touched down to the sidewalk, glancing back over his shoulder long enough to catch the stupid smirk and the wink. 

Radioing in a minute or two after the man disappeared down the alleyway, stating that DeSoto had been sighted and would be making his way back home a few streets over (because, if anything, he was the predictable one), Errol set off after Roscoe moments later, Delilah already tugging on her lead, impatient to start working.  

Shaking his head, Errol trotted quick-like alongside her, eyes moving back and forth as he made his way from the mouth of the alleyway and further in. Once they were far enough away from their car, he unclipped the German Shepherd and stuffed the lead in his vest pocket, eyes tracking her movements as she made a direct run for a door at the end of the side-street they'd come out onto, nearly two and half blocks from where they'd started. 

Jogging up moments behind her, Errol pushed the door open with a shake of his head as the dog bounded into the room, tongue lolling out the side of her mouth. Clearly she wasn't concerned. 

"Yous is gonna get yerself shot one o' these days, Ros, an' I ain't gonna apologize," he called, grinning to himself as he listened to his partner's paws echoing in the empty room. 

A moment later she started barking and Errol grinned to himself. Gotcha. 

ROSCOE: 

Roscoe was highly aware of the fact the officer wouldn’t be alone. He knew Errol - and knew what kind of officer he was, knew the dog he’d be toting along with him. Which was why he didn’t hesitate to run as soon as possible. Though to be fair, he’d slowled tremendously when he’d nearly wiped out in the unsalted alley, his boots barely catching a grip upon the slush before he stumbled into the door of a building. 

A good enough place to hide for him - and with that, the man shouldered it open, slamming it shut behind him as he heaved out a heavy breath. It hung in the air for a moment, the heating obviously not currently on before Roscoe moved again, boots once again slipping against a now wet tile as he pressed further into the building. It wasn’t nearly bright enough to disconcert where the hell another exit would be, and as soon as he heard the sound of paws coming his way, Roscoe could only quickly shove himself into the nearest door and close it quickly behind him - even if the click of the lock sounded like an explosion in the silent room. 

Eyes rolled almost immediately as he heard the officer call out, grimacing as an agitated sigh slipped from his lips. Talk talk talk. As if the man had ever fucking pulled a gun on him. 

S L A M 

 Roscoe physically jumped when the dog jumped against the door behind him, immediately sounding off with a series of deep barks as another curse fell from Roscoe’s lips. Flipping on the light, Roscoe realized with...some relief that he’d locked himself into a bathroom. The downside of that being there was no other way out. Fuck. Desperately digging his hands into his pockets, Roscoe pulled out the stash he’d secured from the job, his gaze bouncing between it and the toilet. God fucking damn it. He internally cursed, maneuvering to lift the lid of the toilet’s tank up - dropping the bag into the water tank before pressing the lid back down as quietly as he could. It was an alternative to flushing it down the damn bowl anyways - and gave him a chance to possibly recover it. Though..he had a feeling he was about to have company in 3….2...1. 

ERROL: 

Jogging quickly through the building, gun drawn as he quickly swept each room he passed, just in case, Errol found Delilah. It was easy enough, she was loud and big and happened to be bounding against the only closed door in this hall. 

Because apparently Roscoe hasn't been thinking about anything but finding a hiding spot. Calling the dog off with a sharp command and a tug of the handle on her harness, Errol listened for a moment before sighing and carefully slipping his gun back into its holster. 

Then, he kicked the door open, just because he could. 

"Yah know," he started, leaning against the door jamb and nodding toward the toilet behind the other man, "yous ain’t subtle. Coulda at least closed a few more doors, made it a bit more difficult. Del knew where yous were th' whole time." 

Said German Shepherd, noting that her handler was at ease, sat panting beside him, looking to him for her next command. If they hadn't been at work, she would've been asking for belly rubs from the other man. 

"Least yous picked a decent hiding spot this time though, even if yous couldn't get out. Can try if yah want, though. Won't even arrest yah fer assaultin' an officer." 

The grin on his face was, strictly speaking, unprofessional, as was the way he wiggled his brows at the other man but nothing about their acquaintance was professional, anyway. 

ROSCOE:

Ah - and there he was, the predictable idiot of the hour. Roscoe sighed so incredibly deeply as Errol spoke, his gaze momentarily avoiding the other’s as he crossed his arms over his chest. “...Yous act like I actually had time t’fuckin’ aplan an elaborate escape.” He argued with a raise of his brow, finally letting his gaze settle back on the officer, his eyes looking him up and down as his lips pulled back into a sneer. 

“That’s kind of yous though. Think that offer will stick when I knock that smug ass look off your ugly mug?” The Italian tempted, tilting his head with a smile that clearly showed his distaste for the entire situation he was in. 

Still, he had an act to play, didn’t he?

“I ain’t even in the mood, you know.” Roscoe dismissed, letting his gaze drop to the ground before he offered his hands out with a shrug of his shoulders. “I mean… do we’s really gotta waste time? It’s clear where this is going and… I got a headache, man. Let’s just get this shit over with.” Roscoe ‘pleaded’, gesturing again with his arms as if he was waiting for Errol to come and cuff him. 

Which - actually, thanks for asking, was exactly what Roscoe was waiting for, because this was a route in which Roscoe hadn’t tried yet. He’d attempted running a lot of times, he’d attempted hiding. He’d gone the route of fighting until he was physically restrained just about every week. Conceding though? No, that wasn’t something Roscoe had ever decided to do, so… might as well be today, right? 

All Errol had to do was put the cuffs on him. 

Then again - Roscoe was also just waiting, because the very second Errol even moved to do so, Roscoe was absolutely going to throw his weight forward and knock the man against the wall as hard as he could. 

ERROL: 

Yeah, because that wasn't suspicious at all. 

But he would absolutely be considering handcuffs, thank you very much. 

"Yeahhh that ain't what yous said earlier but fine." He hooked his cuffs with a finger and wiggled them at the other man, squaring himself up in the doorway. 

Just in case. 

Rolling his eyes at the quip about his face, too, for good measure, purely because he knew it would bug the other man. "Yous done bein' an ass," Errol asked as he stepped closer, Delilah just behind and to his right, ears pricked forward as she considered the two men in the bathroom. "Jus' gimme yer hands, Ros." 

He didn't say please, though it was a near thing. Errol knew there was a dance they had to do, roles they had to play, but he'd rather one or the both of them didn't end up with a black eye or something that needed to be treated at a hospital. 

Then he considered it and he sighed, put the cuffs on the grimy half-counter, and gestured to his jaw. "Hit me. Go on. We's gotta make it look convincin'." Errol tossed a lopsided grin his way then said, "'Sides, what's a few bruises, huh?" 

ROSCOE: 

For the record - Roscoe was not done being an ass. That would actually require an act of god, and… well there was not about to be a full miracle performance today. He did listen though, eyeing Errol and putting his hands out, just willing him closer and closer in his head until he was just close enough to strike. 

Before he could reach that point though, the man stopped and Roscoe drew back slightly, his brows knitting in confusion. The second he realize what the man was doing though he scoffed with a roll of his eyes. 

“How incredibly noble.” Roscoe remarked, eyeing the other man before he glanced to the side with a soft sigh. Well, if he insists. 

However, instead of striking the man’s jaw like requested, Roscoe struck out, aiming for Errol’s stomach before he shoved him roughly against the wall, his fist balling up in the officer’s uniform before Roscoe roughly gripped Errol’s chin and forced him to look in his direction. 

It was only then that Roscoe moved forward and stole a kiss from the officer’s lips, his fingers tightening in the front of the man’s bulletproof vest as he pressed him harder back against the wall - the younger man only pulling away after a moment, nipping Errol’s lip roughly between his teeth. 

ERROL: 

The one time Roscoe decided to listen and it happened to be when he was cornered in some grimy bathroom. Of course. Because that was just how these things went for them, right? 

And he didn't even listen well. Granted, that meant Errol wouldn't have a tender face come tomorrow morning, but his stomach lurched all the same, no matter if it was Roscoe rushing him and throwing him into a wall. 

The hit winded him all the same and his hands still came up to wrap into the fabric of the other man's shirt, as much a self-preservation instinct as it was anything else. Even still, Roscoe still got a hand on his chin and jerked it roughly to the side. 

Then he was being kissed and, really, he couldn't complain just then. 

Returning the bruising kiss with as good as he was given, Errol tilted his head and moved one of his hands to tug at a fistful of Roscoe’s hair, grumbling beneath his breath when the younger man tugged at his lip. 

Errol still chased after it, regardless of the grumbling, and tugged the other man in closer by the grip he had on his hair, lips dragging across the curve of his jaw. 

ROSCOE: 

The hand in his hair drew a gasp, Roscoe's own tightening in the man's shirt as he smirked against Errol's lips. So quickly had his thoughts been derailed, instead replaced with the thought of how close his body pressed to the other's, how desperate the kiss was between them - as if they'd been a part for more than just the few hours they'd both been at work that morning. 

He didn't even resist when Errol pulled him back, his opposite hand moving to hold himself up slightly, pressed against the wall aside of the officer's head as he pressed closer, giving the softest little noise at the man's kiss against his jaw - Roscoe only fighting to kiss his lips once more, just as hungrily. 

It was only when he finally needed to come up for air that Roscoe pulled away - keeping his hand latched to the other man's chest as a heavy few breaths slipped from parted lips. Easily, a mischievous smirk pressed back into Roscoe's features, the man leaning forward again to press his lips to Errol's neck, dragging them against his skin as he nipped teasingly, before he sucked at the skin, drawing a bruise to the surface before he pulled back with a smug nod. 

"...what's a few bruises…. right?"

ERROL: 

 With Roscoe's hand braced beside his head against the wall, it gave Errol the perfect access he needed to drag his teeth lightly from the curve of his jaw down across the side of his neck, landing against the juncture where fabric covered the curve of his shoulder. 

A small smile curled around his mouth at the noises he'd pulled from the other man, a hint proud of himself for it. Truth be told it was one of his favorite sounds, the small ones, but you'd never hear him saying that aloud. 

Not here anyway, even if it was just Delilah present. 

Before he could think to back the dog up, Ros had that look on his face, the kind that meant Errol was either getting fucked up because he was going to do something stupid or Roscoe was going to pull one of his ususal--

It was the second one. 

"Yous a dick, yah know that," he huffed, but it was a feeble attempt at putting up a fight and they both knew it. But two could play at this little game of theirs. Wedging his knee between the other man's leg, Errol used his grip on the back of his neck to pitch him off balance, enough where he could slide out from underneath him and behind. 

Plastered at his back now, Errol tucked his chin into the pocket between Roscoe's neck and shoulder and hummed, one hand coming free to drag the edge of his shirt down. "Gettin' slow, Ros," he murmured, pressing biting kisses into the back of his neck and shoulder blades when he moved, a hard one just beneath his jaw line, hidden until you really squint. "But I s'pose yous don't mind, hm?" 

ROSCOE: 

The game of cat and mouse was something the pair had long since fallen into - a well rehearsed play that both of them knew their parts in. Sure, they slipped up here and there but for the most part it was how this whole thing worked. It was exactly how they operated and how it needed to go. Otherwise their game would have been over before it started. The things that would have happened to Roscoe should his brother or father find out that not only was he hooking up with a man, but that he was hooking up with an Irish cop to boot. 

Might as well sign off on his will now. 

Roscoe’s laugh easily tapered into a gasp of surprise as Errol shifted them far too quickly, a grunt of annoyance slipping from him as the man pressed him against the wall and pressed his weight against him. Glaring over his shoulder, Roscoe shoved back against him lightly, his nails curling against the grime in the wall. 

For all his might he tried to look irritated, his gaze only hardening for a moment but too easy was it derailed at the man’s rough kisses - Roscoe biting down on another soft noise as he sighed through his nose. 

“...shut it.” He mumbled, relaxing slightly when he realized it wasn’t any use trying to push Errol off of him anyways. “...Think what yous meant to say was yous don’t mind. Get the feelin’ I mind an awful lot quite frankly.” Untrue. “...Ain’t yous call in for backup? Bit of a… compromisin’ position for someone to walk into ain’t it?” 

ERROL: 

Yes, he was feeling rather smug at the moment, truth be told. A bit like the cat that got the cream, in a way. 

He knew how this worked, how they needed it to work, not only for his job but for Roscoe's safety, too, and it was a fine balancing act, something that they'd figured out early on and stuck to. Even still, it was sometimes hard to ignore the wanting, the fact that Ros couldn't just stay the night, that Errol couldn't. That they couldn't do a lot of things in public unless they went to dinner somewhere two or three towns over, maybe more. 

But, it was worth it, in the end or, at least, it felt like it was. 

Roscoe pushed back into him a bit and Errol came forward, nipping at the shell of his ear and humming some nonsensical tune until the other man relaxed, one of the officer's hands curled at his hip, the other, the one that had his shirt, moving to tug the door somewhat closed on its swaying hinges. 

Something like privacy, even if they were in some grungy abandoned building with a police K9 panting just behind the door. 

"Oh I know I don't mind. An' yous a liar sayin' yous do or yah wouldn't be here, Ros." Which was the truth. The other man had been getting away from the police for years just fine. It wasn't like this whole situation was new. 

Well. Some parts of it, sure. 

"Mm nope. Said yous was an easy enough catch fer a single car, redirected backup th' other way. We's got a few minutes." A hand skimmed beneath the hem of the other man's shirt, then, nails scratching lightly at the skin as lips trailed softly down and across to the other side of Roscoe’s neck. "If yous want, anyway. Or we can jus' put yah in 'cuffs an' toe it outta here." 

ROSCOE: 

Errol kicked the door closed and Roscoe felt himself smirk lightly, pressing back against the other man lightly again as a soft chuckle slipped from his lips. It was cute, after all, the way the man was either clearly just shielding them from Delilah - or thought that merely inching the door closed would keep any of his bastard cop friends out if they rushed the building. 

Though he supposed it bought them at least a moment more time before someone would see them in any sort of predicament - and that was what mattered the most. 

“..maybe m’just gettin’ rusty.” Roscoe tried to argue - though they both knew that wasn’t the case. If the man wanted to get away? He would have been long gone by now - Errol was right. Roscoe was only here because he wanted to be. 

The younger man swallowed slightly when he felt the officer’s finger tips scratch lightly against his abdomen, his gaze shifting over his shoulder to watch Errol carefully. He was teasing him - Roscoe knew that. It was typical of him, and god if Roscoe wasn’t so damn irritated that he could wind him up so easily with so little. 

All it took was the briefest touch of skin to skin contact - the ghosting of his lips against far too sensitive areas and Roscoe’s mind was already made up. 

“...we have a few minutes.” He repeated - an agreement to the former of the options as he caught Errol’s gaze and lifted his lips in the smallest hint of a smirk. “...make your move, stud.” 

ERROL: 

A grin was pressed against the back of Roscoe’s neck when he heard the little laugh. There was always something satisfying about the sound, like pulling it out of him was a competition and he won every time he heard it. This wasn't any different, though his pulse jumped more now with the adrenaline of it all than it usually did, when they were alone and didn't have to worry that someone would come walking in and bust everything apart. 

"Sure, sure. Rusty, slow, don't matter. Same thing in th' end, ain't?" 

Drawing back a bit when Ros glanced over his shoulder, Errol met the small smirk with one of his own, the palm of his hand pressing flat against his stomach, thumb drawing lazy circles into the skin as he waited. That smirk turned into a grin before he stepped back a bit, urging the other man to turn with the hand under his shirt. 

He was pressed in close a few seconds later, catching Roscoe’s chin with a hand to press a hard kiss to the corner of his mouth, tongue flicking out to lick at the seam of his lips. His free hand roamed indiscriminately along the other man's torso, scratching along the divots of hips and hooking a thumb into the waistband of his pants to tug him closer.

ROSCOE:

The words seemed impatient, almost as if Errol was waving him off verbally - and Roscoe couldn’t help but to laugh at it. Clearly the man’s mind was in the exact same place that Roscoe’s was now too - and there would be no changing that. Which was fine, this was a gameplan that Roscoe could absolutely get into. Now...what happened when all the fun was said and done? Well, that probably depended on the other man’s mood and...was a bridge they’d cross when they got there. 

As for the moment, Roscoe turned in the other man’s arms, pressing his back up against the wall as he reached down and tugged Errol closer as well. Almost immediately his hands were dipping against the waistband of the officer’s pants, his hands methodically avoiding his holster, pepper spray and other gadgets as his fingertips teased the skin just beneath his waist. 

His opposite hand followed Errol’s lead, working its way under the man’s shirt and vest (a pesky thing in these situations unfortunately) as his nails dug lightly into his abdomen, dragging down softly as Roscoe tilted his head lightly against the man’s lips. 

“...feelin’ pent up already?” The younger man mumbled against Errol’s jaw - teeth dragging against his skin before he pressed a soothing kiss there afterwards. 

ERROL: 

As Errol quickly found out dealing with Roscoe, unzipping a man's pants one handed was a skill, and it was one he'd quickly had to perfect. The man was handsy and impatient and Errol refused to admit he enjoyed every single second of it, even if it was probably not as subtle an enjoyment as he believed it to be. 

Even now he was grateful for Roscoe and his damn hands. Grateful that he didn't feel like he had to worry about his gear being so close to those hands, not like he had been when this had all started. When every time he and Roscoe came crashing together and Errol was on duty he was jittery. Ready to jump out of his own skin. 

Pressing into the hand dragging against his chest, a huff of laughter escaped him as he worked his hand into the front of Roscoe's pants, angled his own head to give the other man access to his jaw, knowing he probably shouldn't. 

This was what he carried cover-up around for, after all. 

"Little bit," he mumbled, giving the other man a bit of a squeeze before smirking at him, "but I see yous ain't far along yerself."

ROSCOE: 

Roscoe was intent - his mind was set on something and he was going to fucking get it. That was how it worked. Roscoe was a brat, a spoiled, selfish brat, and he would be the first to admit that, but it didn’t matter. There was no need to when it was obvious in the way his hands pulled fabric up, exposing the man’s midriff more and more before his fingers dove back down to fiddle with Errol’s zipper. 

It didn’t take long to get it undone, loosening his pants before Roscoe’s hands dipped under the fabric on both sides of his hips and yanked him forward roughly. His nails dug into the skin right in Errol’s inguinal crease - the thing driving Roscoe absolutely crazy whenever Errol happened to wear low-rising pants without a shirt on. 

With the tilt of Errol’s jaw, Roscoe couldn’t help but smirk again, knowing it was almost a stupid manuever for the officer to pull, but clearly he didn’t care. So Roscoe didn’t hesitate to start darkening the skin there, leaving a small series of marks against his skin before a small gasp slipped through his lips at the other’s touch. 

Leaning carefully into him, Roscoe pulled back just enough to meet the older man’s gaze. “...well I ain’t ever said I wasn’t armed.” Roscoe all but purred, a hand slipping around Errol’s waist and dipping to squeeze at his ass with a mirrored smirk of his own. 

ERROL: 

Any attempt at protesting his uniform being untucked and his pants coming undone was definitely going to fall on deaf ears and, as it were, Errol really couldn't give a shit. In fact, he gave less than two shots about it. 

All that mattered right now was the way Roscoe’s hands pawed at his hips beneath the fabric, fingernails biting into the skin, and the way he leaned into his chest, impatient and insistent as always. 

Rocking back slightly into the other man's hands, Errol snorted at the godawful line and that bratty ass smirk on Roscoe's face, shaking his head as he shifted on his feet. Angling his head to suck a few marks down the side of Roscoe’s neck to his ear, Errol tugged at the lobe with his teeth before he pulled back entirely to meet the other man's gaze 

"Yous a brat, yah know that, right," he said, but the smile on his face was disgustingly charmed by that fact. It wasn't a complaint. In fact, it was almost fond. "Biggest pain in my ass." 

ROSCOE: 

Tilting his head more as Errol pressed his lips to the side of his neck, Roscoe gave a small hum - one that easily tapered as the man’s teeth nipped gently at his ear. His brows raised easily at the other’s words, taking them in with a small innocent shrug. Was Roscoe a brat? Yes… Yes he was, and really there was no question about it. He wasn’t about to deny what was clearly factual. In fact it only made him smile, breathing out a huff of a laugh as he leaned back against the wall. 

His hands never stopped exploring - pinching at exposed skin before he tucked his fingers back into the man’s waistband and pulled him forward again, pressing the other man tightly against him as he shifted to press a line of kisses across his jawline. 

“...Yeah?” He belatedly responded, scratching his nails into Errol’s hip as he worked on darkening another patch of skin on the officer’s neck. 

“...Yous gonna do something about it then?” He challenged, pulling away to look Errol in the eye with that hint of mischief he was so well known for. “...or are yous just all talk?”

ERROL: 

Oh, he was going to do something about it. 

 The nails on his skin were just a touch distracting, was all. And he had to pause to listen for his radio, the chatter on the other end. Just 'cause he'd sent a little hint off about DeSoto didn't mean the man was dumb enough to be caught this time around.

Errol wished he was but, alas, wishes didn't always come true. 

Humming like he was thinking about it, Errol’s eyes slid halfway closed as he was pulled closer, as Roscoe's mouth continued bothering at his neck. Goddamned mosquito. "Thinkin' about it," he finally says, but he's already undone the button of Roscoe's pants and tugged them open the rest of the way, got the flat of his palm pressed hard into his groin and squeezed. 

He'd definitely stopped thinking about it. 

"Yous gonna quit tryin' tah suck me off--" yes, he knew exactly how that sounded, "an' gimme a helpin' hand or?" He didn't expect one, actually, never really did, but he wanted something to kneel on. 

Didn't really feel like explaining away dirty knees to his supervisor. 

ROSCOE: 

Roscoe bit down on a noise when Errol palmed at him, his entire body flinching a bit at the touch, even if it was both expected as well as wanted. His hips shifted forward a bit, pressing closer as he smirked at the officer’s words. “...Don’t act like yous don’t like it.” He dismissed, raising a hand to tip his chin up with a smile before he glanced around the room quickly. 

For a moment his gaze landed on the toilet - and internally he reminded himself not to forget his drugs when all this was said and done. However, there were more important matters at hand (and extremely important matters in one particular hand) that Roscoe wanted to get back to and… well without going to far. Easily, his eyes landed on a cabinet within arms reach, the man pressing up against the other man with a smirk as he shifted to tease open the already damaged door under the sink. 

“...Coulda done this yourself y’know.” He pointed out, giving the other man shit (as he liked to do literally any waking minute of the day) as he pressed forward and around the other just briefly enough to reach in and pull out a handful of dusty, but neatly folded hand towels. Giving them a little shake, Roscoe turned back to Errol with a smirk, moving to set them down (slightly carefully) between them before his gaze raised once more with a quick wink. “...Happy now?” 

ERROL: 

Smile bright and sharp and just this side of too pleased with himself, Errol let the other man maneuver around him to grab for a set of dusty old towels someone had left behind. Good thing, too, because he'd been about ready to kneel on Roscoe's fucking shoes. 

One, because that's what was there but, two, because they were nice and Errol knew he would've hated it. Just a little bit. 

"Very," he mumbled, pushing the man back into the cabinets before kneeling down in front of him, a lopsided grin firmly in place. His hands slid down the breadth of Roscoe’s thighs, griping to steady himself as he leaned forward and bit the inside of one of them. 

Just to be a bastard, really. 

Errol hummed as one hand snaked upward and drew him from his pants, fingers wrapped loosely around the shaft as he tilted his face up to look Roscoe in the face as his mouth trailed slowly upward. 

The weight of him against his tongue was familiar, just like the smirk that curled around the corners of his own mouth as he winked at the other man.

ROSCOE:

If it was anyone else, just for the record, Roscoe wouldn’t have taken lightly to the push back to the cabinet. Of course, the pair had been doing nothing short of pushing and shoving each other this entire time, but… Errol was the only one who really had permission to do that without risking getting punched upside the head. He was also the only one who would ever get to get that control over him like this. To lead - instead of be led. 

So Roscoe could only chuckle as Errol sank down to his knees - though once again the man caught him off guard with the nip to his thigh, Roscoe flinching back again before he pressed his fingers through the other man’s hair and tug roughly in retaliation. 

It was only a teasing motion though, one he was sure drove the cop below him crazy, and so Roscoe easily kept his digits tangled within his locks, nails scratching gently against his scalp as a soft moan slipped through his lips at Errol’s touch. 

He would probably never get used to the feeling - that electric feeling that surged through him when that heat surrounded sensitive skin, drawing another soft huff from his lips. The fact he’d barely done anything and he was already slowly unraveling. 

“...Fuck..” He breathed out, giving another loose tug to the man’s hair as he nodded his head gently, giving permission for something he knew the other didn’t even need. 

ERROL: 

The moan that came from the depths of his chest when Roscoe pulled on the strands of his hair was muffled by the weight of him in his mouth, but it rumbled through them both tellingly. The fact that Roscoe left them there, a guide more than anything, was enough to spur him on. 

Hollowing his cheeks and bobbing his head, Errol anchored himself by the grip he had on the back of the other man's thighs, one hand curling his fingers into Roscoe's back pocket. He ignored the aching in his knees, too engrossed in what he was doing to really care. 

Building a steady rhythm took little work and, soon, Errol was humming in the back of his throat, fingers curled tightly into the fabric beneath his hands to keep from moving them. 

When his mouth popped off the head, a string of spit connected them still. He didn't care. Rather than level him back into his mouth, Errol pressed feather-light kisses along the underside of the shaft and traced a path along the vein at the underside, nose burrowed at the crook of his hip when he paused to breathe for a moment before taking him back in and speeding up his work tenfold.

ROSCOE: 

It annoyed him - How easily Errol could unravel him with what came down to the simplest motions, but it was with careful practice and time that the officer had managed to find just about all the buttons that he could push, all the things that managed to make Roscoe tick, and it was a useful bag of tricks that evidently the other man never failed to pull out. If anything, it always made sure Roscoe was always on his toes. 

The bastard. 

A soft gasp left his lips as he tightened the grip in the other man’s hair, head falling back against the grimy tiled wall as he dug his teeth roughly into his own lip to keep the pleasured sounds from slipping out - as if trying to keep the smug look Errol always got off his features. 

It was a useless attempt though, as a breathless moan still found its way free as once again Roscoe tugged at Errol’s hair - a quick and non-verbal warning that he was getting close. Not that he thought the older man cared. If anything he figured it would only spur his movements on, make him move faster and more precisely to drag Roscoe even closer to the edge. 

He’d always liked toying with him like that. 

“...Errol.” Finally came his name, ground out roughly between a breath of a moan as Roscoe shifted slightly on his heels, gaze finding its way back down towards the other man as his fingers curled easily against his scalp - gently scratching at skin as he tugged upon his locks. 

ERROL: 

Yes, Errol was rather proud of himself for how quickly he could make this man come undone, but he was more proud of the fact that it was him doing it. 

Believe him when he said that if you'd told him a few years ago he and the son of a mafia boss would be running around like two teenagers behind his dad's back, Errol would have decked you. 

And yet...here they were. 

Smirking, the officer flicked his tongue across the head, trying to get the show on the road as fast as humanly possible. They were on a time crunch, after all. And he had his own little problem to take care of, if time permitted. 

ROSCOE:

The other man didn't move away at his warning - which, in theory didn’t come as a surprise. He almost never did. Roscoe tightened his grip in the older man’s hair as another ragged breath slipped from his lips, shoulders pressing against the cracked drywall of the shitty bathroom. Too easily did Errol draw his name from Roscoe once more in a rough moan as he felt the knot within his stomach tighten with every purposeful touch and movement. 

His fingers tightened within the locks of Errol’s hair as he finished with a short thrust into the other man’s mouth, biting down on a moan as he felt that knot dissipate with the sweet height of his pleasure - something he had a love, hate relationship with. On one hand, Errol always knew how to drag the best feelings out of him, but on the other? He fucking hated that. Hated the office could undo him so easily, but he knew they were both wrapped right around each other’s fingers. At least it was on common ground… Which was why Roscoe wasn’t going to hesitate to rile Errol up the very same way he’d done to him. 

Gently, he tugged Errol’s hair again, signaling for him to move as he pulled his hips back. As soon as he could, Roscoe pressed forward and pressed his lips against the other man’s, his teeth drawing against Errol’s lip as he fumbled against the other’s shirt, finding purchase. 

As soon as they did, Roscoe’s fingers balled up tightly in Errol’s uniform, flipping them and pushing the older man roughly back against the very wall Roscoe himself had just been pressed against. It was then that he easily dug his fingers back below the officer’s waistband, intent on returning the favor here and now.  

He didn’t get too far before he heard it though - the sound of distant footprints, the opening of a door and the hesitant call of Errol’s name from someone Roscoe didn’t recognize. 

Fucking son of a bitch. 

Roscoe paused for only a moment, disappointment and irritation clear on his features before he moved again quickly, shoving the other man back into his pants (sorry, bud) and zipping him up before he stood to better fix himself (a little disorganization was fine, nothing a scuffle couldn’t cover). 

“...I owe you a raincheck.” He spoke quietly, stealing one more quick kiss while he could before he stepped away with a short glance to the other man. “...No hard feelings.” Roscoe added then, a slightly apologetic look tossed in his direction before Roscoe shoved Errol hard against the wall, faking a fight while they still had the chance. 

ERROL: 

Errol swallowed as best he could, moaning around the other man as he felt the thighs underneath his hands shake with Roscoe’s orgasm. The hands in his hair didn’t help, either, but he wasn’t being picky, aight? 

He was all too quickly dragged up and off, their positions flipped and Roscoe’s tongue shoved halfway down his throat. The man’s hands were sinful, tugging and pulling at Errol’s uniform as he pressed him back against the grubby cabinetry. Really, they needed to find a better place to do this shit like, yah know, Errol’s apartment. Or, more memorably, that one time they’d snuck into Roscoe’s dad’s house like a pair of teenagers. 

Errol’d been scared to death over the fact that if they were caught, he was dead, but the pleasure had, ahem, outweighed the smart voice in his brain. Truly, he was stupid over the man if he’d agreed to sneak into a mob boss’s house just for that. 

(No one tell him.) 

They’d just started getting the show on the road, Errol’s hips pressing incessantly against the palm that had curled around the front of his pants, when a familiar voice called out through the emptiness of the building. 

Son of a bitch. 

The officer bit into the side of his cheek until he tasted blood, willing himself not to look too pissed off, too aroused. The static on his radio chirped; no doubt, the other officer had called it in and when there’d been no response he’d gone looking. Errol’s face was screwed up into a scowl as Ros shoved him back into his pants and leaned in for a quick kiss. 

“Yeah yah do,” he grumbled, before giving a short nod and gritting his teeth, knowing what was coming. The shove was hard and he was going to be feeling it for at least another week, but it gave him the opening Roscoe knew he’d need to grab a hold of him, flipping their position easily after a short scuffle, throwing one another into a few walls for good measure, and slipping the handcuffs (gently) onto his wrists. 

When they exited the room, Errol called down to his fellow officer, waving him off when the man came close, gun drawn. The entire time Delilah had sat outside, head on her paws. As Roscoe was shoved into another patrol car a short while later, Errol heaved a sigh and tried to fix the set of his clothes, knowing that he could hide his little problem with a bit of a limp and no one would know. 

They’d done it before, after all, and they’d do it again. 

That was love.