#cocker spaniels think they have hands

[doomspaniels]

clever clever little hands

[love-and-bugs]

She had to get some extra leverage while she chewed

[pawsitivevibe]

Hey that's almost a free stack.

[norrisleclercf1]

Santa's Little Helper

Pairing: Dad!Lando Norris x F!Reader

Rating: PG

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: Pregnancy, other than that none just fluff

Requested: Yes/No

Synopsis: Lando is finally coming home for the holidays and decides to play elf

A/N: Yes I broke my hiatus, don't judge me

"Ready to be home?" 

Lando lifts his head from the window of his seat and looks at Oscar. They weren't the young kids they were once, long gone the season of '23. Oscar was married with two adorable little girls, Lando having married you years ago. 

"Of course, I miss them." He whispers. The season was finally over, and Lando could eventually join his family back home. You, of course, called him and kept in touch, but it was also hard to travel with a toddler and you being pregnant. 

"Yeah, I'm flying home soon too. Have to finish up here first." Oscar nods towards the McLaren factory. Groaning, they both climb out of the car, stretching. "Just need to get through this and then can be home," Lando mumbles as the two trudge through the harsh Woking winter. Oscar sighs when the intense heat of the building hits their faces, which makes Lando melt. 

"Hurry up, I've got to get back to London before Y/n and Theodore get home." Oscar rolls his eyes as he follows Lando through the factory to the meeting room. 

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Zak knew it was useless to get Lando to focus on the meeting. The older driver needed to be more focused on checking his phone every once in a while. Everyone knew you were out of town and still believed that Lando was in Dubai instead of home in England. Zak could tell that Lando was losing his patience as his knee tapping got quicker and louder. Yep, Zak was ending this now. 

"Alright," The CEO claps his hands and stands up, patting Andrea on the back and letting him stop talking. "I think we've had a very long season and year with that," Lando didn't wait as he grabbed his stuff and rushed out of the room. "Have a wonderful holiday." Zak sighs, Oscar chuckling, holding his own phone and leaving. But Zak can hear his voice pick up and the screams of delight from the speaker. 

"Well, see you in January." Andrea laughs and pats Zak on the back, walking out. 

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" Just, can you please try and delay them?" Lando begs into the phone. Your mother laughs as Lando frantically rushes around your home in London. He only had enough time to sort this out and needed you to be stalled. "Lando, darling, only so much I can do." Your mother chuckled, but her voice grew quiet when you passed by. 

"Mom? Who are you talking to?" Lando stills, holding his breathing, thinking that you'd be able to tell it was him through that. "Your aunt sugar plum, want to talk to her?" Lando can practically see your nose scrunching up as you quickly say no and walk away. Sighing in relief, Lando rushes, looking for the rest of the Christmas decorations and the new ones he's bought. 

"Really? Calling me the Aunt, that's your sister Ma." Lando teases, and your mother snorts. "That old bat will talk Y/n, poor ear off. So, why should I help you?" Lando rolls his eyes. Your mother and he constantly pick on one another, but it is filled with love. "How about I'll let you hold the baby after Y/n and I?" "Deal, I'll hide the car keys." She hangs up, which has Lando cheering. 

Stopping, he looks down at his feet and smiles, dropping to his knees. "Well, buddy, we better get started." Your English Cocker Spaniel, named Cookie. Cookie barks loudly and licks Lando's hand. "Good girl," Lando stands and looks around. "First, let's set the mood." Walking over, he hooks his phone up to the speakers and smiles as Frank Sinatra's voice fills the house. 

Lando doesn't start decorating right away. Instead, he starts cleaning the house. You were about 7 months pregnant, and it was hard to do some house chores. He wanted to show you how much he loves you. Lando wasn't one with words; more actions and giving. Moving through the house, he pushes open his son's room and smiles. 

Theodore loved Formula 1 and Marvel. His room was nothing but decked out in its merchandise. A picture of you and Lando holding him in front of his McLaren and then one giant group, one with all his uncles. Theodore's room was covered in his toys, and Lando gets to work. Putting up the toys and grabbing one of his shopping bags, he strips the bed of its sheets. He got these cute little snowmen for the sheets. Theodore matched the sheets with the identical snowmen for the comforter he got. 

He grabs another bag and takes out mini decorations. A little fake tree with Marvel and f1 ornaments. He gets to work setting it up. He hums along to the song with Cookie at the foot of the bed, watching Lando. A mini navy blue tree skirt covers the bottom of the tree and places fake gifts there. Next, Lando hands up some little fairy lights on the wall behind the bed. He puts a moose, snowman, elf, and Santa stuffies on the corner and then two red and green pillows on the bed. 

Lando finishes it by hanging up a little zipline with an Elf on it and flying over the bed with a remote. "Alright, time for the main room." Cookie whines but happily follows Lando through the house. 

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"Momma, hungry," Theodore whines as you pull up the driveway. "I know, babes, we'll eat when we get inside. It's been a long day. The baby was kicking your bladder. Theodore wanted nothing more than his Daddy. Lando wasn't answering his phone, and then your mother hid your fucking keys. "Hungry," Theodore whines, helping him out of the car; you just nod. 

"Come on, I'll make you some nuggies." Theodore smiles at you as you open the front door and freeze. There greeting you was your Christmas tree covered in soft lights, ornaments, and gifts already wrapped and under the tree. "Wha," "Hey, dinner is ready." You turn your head to see your husband wearing a Mrs. Clause apron. "Lando?" Your husband smiles, and Theodore gasps. 

"Mommy, Santa was here." Theo giggles and points at the gifts. "Um, excuse me, little man? Aren't you happy to see me?" Theo squeals louder, running toward his father and swinging him up Theodore, babbling happily. You clear your throat, trying to gain control of your emotions, but you can't notice that the house is also clean. "Lando," You whisper, hand cradling your belly. 

He gets that tooth-goofy smile of his and walks over and hugs you. "Mommy, Daddy is home," Theodore whispers, which makes you laugh through your tears. "Yes, buddy. Daddy is home." Lando snorts, wanting to make a joke but doesn't. "Alright, there are nuggies and some mac and cheese that's getting cold." Theodore wiggles out of his father's hold and zooms into the kitchen. Lando chuckles but stops when you pull him down, kissing him deeply. 

Lando moans as he pulls you in and dips you slightly before pulling you back up. "Well, hello to you too." He grumbles, blinking his eyes open as you push back his unruly curls. "I'm guessing that wasn't my aunt talking to my mother earlier?" Lando blushes and looks away. "No idea what you're talking about." You giggle and kiss him on his cheeks, smiling. 

"Why'd you do all this?" Lando pulls back, needing clarification on your question. "Baby, you're growing our baby, and besides, I love you and wanted to make things easier for you. I'm your husband. This is the bare fucking minimum. The dishes are done, the laundry is folded, the sheets are all clean, and dinner is cooked. Now, let's eat our nuggets before Theo, the little gremlin, eats them all." Nodding, you head into the kitchen, seeing Theo stare hard at his plate. 

"Theo, you could've started." You push back his hair, and he shakes his head no. "Daddy is home, but the elves still might be here. Have to be good." Lando snorts and plates your food, and your mouth waters and sit down. "That's right, Theo, better be good, or I'll bring back the elves." Rolling your eyes, you knew the elves were no more than Carlos, Charles, Max V, Max F, Oscar, and Daniel. 

"Yeah, the elves." You remark, and Lando cuts you a glare, but it is playful. "Hey, the elves are the ones who got all the gifts. Don't be mean to the elves." "Yes, and you were all wonderful little helpers." You smile, and Lando slowly pushes back the evidence of the others helping him. 

[drak3n]

VETERINARIAN!SATORU

CONTENT WARNINGS: fluff, angst, hurt & comfort, loss of a pet, poisoning, smut, breeding kink, talks of pregnancy and children, dad!gojo, this one’s kinda sad but it ends well i promise!!

sena’s note: i was torn between dentist or vet!gojo and then i was like… all animal-loving men can get it and so can gojo.

MINI-SERIES MASTERLIST

➩ VET!SATORU who had studied and graduated abroad, having finished his studies with excellent grades and a bright future ahead of him

➩ VET!SATORU who had a hell lot of patients, and who was aware that over half of them were pets owned by ladies yearning to see the attractive young doc in scrubs, which he couldn’t blame them for

➩ VET!SATORU who never rejected new patients even when his assistants complained multiple times about how overbooked the calendar always was, because to him, all that mattered was to nurse all furry little babies back to health

➩ VET!SATORU who was about to close the clinic one evening, his assistants all having left long ago, just to hear the sounds of faint footsteps rushing to approach the clinic

“please, please help him! i— he’s been poisoned, i couldn’t—”

your sobs were cut off by satoru immediately unlocking the door he had locked seconds ago, and he tenderly took the faint cocker spaniel from your shaking arms. he was barely breathing, and foaming at the mouth.

“miss, try to calm down,” he told you calmly, pointing at one of the chairs in the treatment room when he saw how distraught you were. he would love to cheer you up right now, but time was critical. very much so. “please sit down. i’ll do anything i can.”

you mumbled prayers under your breath as you watched satoru checking your baby’s vitals, injecting apomorphine intravenously to induce vomiting. but it was too late.

➩ VET!SATORU who spent the next few hours in the clinic, watching you break down over your best friend’s loss as you fondled and kissed him, unable to let go; who despite loving his profession so dearly, couldn’t help but loathe it at times like these

➩ VET!SATORU who felt incredibly guilty watching you leave with the unmoving body of your senior dog’s in your arms after you told him you’d be burying him in your parents’ house garden

➩ VET!SATORU who couldn’t really sleep after that, his mind occupied with the images of you desperately trying to save your pawed friend and who grieved the loss of a companion from your teenage years

➩ VET!SATORU who took in two puppies who had been left in a box in front of the clinic, both pretty shades of brown, one of which had the same slightly curled fur as the dog that had slipped from his fingers and he had failed to save

➩ VET!SATORU who walked into the clinic one morning, greeting all waiting patients and their owners enthusiastically, just to pause when he sighted you standing at the counter

➩ VET!SATORU who called you inside first and watched through shaded glasses as you handed him a bag, your eyes dampening when you stared at the table your dog had taken his last breath on

“i forgot to thank you for your services and how you tried everything to save him,” you said softly, voice wavering, “i will pay for it before leaving, i just wanted to give you this.” he swiftly shook his head no, hesitantly accepting the bag to take a look inside. it was a box of chocolates and a bag of dog treats.

“these were his favorites,” you pointed out, chuckling nostalgically, “used to gobble them up like there was no tomorrow. i figured that the other girls and boys who come here might want to try what my boy loved.”

➩ VET!SATORU who excused himself for a second and returned with two tiny pups in his arms who wagged their tails at the charming young man, watching the way your eyes lit up at both of them

“some vile person just abandoned them in front of the clinic. they resemble your baby, don’t you think? i was going to keep both because i never give any animal away, but if you—”

“yes, absolutely!”

you carefully accepted one of the pups, cooing softly when it yipped and snuggled into your touch. satoru just smiled when you then stared at the other pup, seeing the obvious resemblance between them.

“i wouldn’t want to seperate them, though.”

he fell in love with you at that very moment.

“this little, handsome buddy is welcome to come and visit his lovely sister anytime.” he was happy that he finally got to see you smile and laugh.

➩ VET!SATORU who knew that you were the one when he saw you tending to your new pup with the utmost care, always eager to learn more about how how to handle and raise a puppy correctly

➩ VET!SATORU who already had a little family with you, because was there anything more intimate and sweet than having pets together? — but who couldn’t help but wish to have children with you as well

➩ VET!SATORU who was thrilled to find out the feeling was mutual

“wha— you’re off the pill?”

satoru was in the middle of fucking into you skillfully when you confessed it to him. you whimpered at his sudden lack of movement, nodding bashfully. “i know this is not the right time, but—,” you babbled, taking his hand to guide it to your lower belly, “‘m ready, satoru.”

his mind wandered to you swollen with your beautiful kids, tits leaking with your nourishing, sweet milk and face gifted with a natural pregnancy glow — not that you needed it.

“cum inside, ‘toru,” you whined against the pretty veterinarian’s kisses in-between his hips snapping against yours, “make me a mommy. gimme all of it.”

there was no way in hell that satoru wasn��t going to knock you up after this. and put a pretty little ring on your finger, of course.

➩ VET!SATORU who knew he had all he wanted as he saw you walk into the clinic a year later to visit your husband with your tiny babygirl on your arm, a spitting image of her father, and your two former pups on a leash, now grown in size as they wagged their tails wildly upon seeing the tall man in scrubs

➩ VET!SATORU who wondered if you’d say yes to a second child…

[marlenesluv]

hi there. can i request a fluff one shot with Max Verstappen? Where basically he is secretly dating Danny Rich’s sister, and one time Daniel wanted to surprise her sister back in Perth when he noticed that the house felt different. Like she has like 5 dogs that would always happily greet him, but they didn’t that time cause the dogs were happily with Max and Daniel’s sister. Cheers x.

Puppy Love. (MV)

note: awe, this is so cute!! for sure i can do this :) i hope you like it! (sorry this took so long) also, i made it so daniel didn't know about them at first, hope that's okay!

pairing: max verstappen x ricciardo!reader

warnings: none! this is j fluff

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Daniel Ricciardo knew his sister never wanted to move out of Perth. She loved the beaches and the warm weather. So visiting Monaco was usually out of the question. But when he saw his sisters Instagram story, he questioned that logic.

She posted a photo of dinner with Carmen, George, and someone he couldn't make out due to the photo being too blurry. Which, he figured, was on purpose.

Y/n, on the other hand, was enjoying her night out with Max, George, and Carmen. Carmen was the only person who knew that her and Max had been secretly dating for about six months now. She assured Y/n that George wouldn't tell anyone, despite some people thinking he's a gossip...which he is. But he swore to keep it private. He understood them being nervous.

"You okay, liefde?" Max asked, seeing you look at your phone with furrowed brows as you bit your bottom lip.

Exhaling, and sending your response to Daniel, you smiled up at Max and nodded. "Daniel's just texting me. He saw my story, wanted to know why I was in Monaco randomly." Max hummed and nodded, putting his hand on your thigh to try to ease the anxiety.

"Y/n, did you hear me?" Carmen smiled, watching the interaction between you and Max. George took a large gulp of his water as he sputtered, "Guys, these fries are way too seasoned-" he coughed again, Carmen smacking his back.

Max laughed quietly, sipping his water as you took a bite of your food and shook your head and smiled.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt with my cough. Go on." George wiped his mouth and sipped some water.

"Sorry, Carm. I didn't hear what you said, what's up?"

"It's okay! I just asked what time you and Max were planning on leaving and going back to Perth."

"Oh, um.... Max? What time did you want to leave again?"

Max leaned back, "It's up to you. We need to get back to the dogs soon. Jimmy and Sassy want to go this time I think." You smiled at his response, "I guess we're leaving tonight."

Carmen smiled and nodded, George and Max now conversing about the next season. You were excited to go back home to the dogs and Daniel, knowing he probably wanted to see you too.

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"Do you think the dogs missed us? Because I missed them- hey! Don't set Jimmy down, I'll hold him." Max frowned as your eyes went wide. "Okay...um, yeah. I'm sure they missed us."

Immediately as the door opened, all five dogs came running towards the door, leaving you just enough time to shut the door so they couldn't run out. Chasing dogs was not fun.

Having the dogs, however, was the best. Scout was an eight-year-old Border Collie. He was your first dog, which you bought when you moved into your apartment seven years ago at the age of eighteen. Scout was one of the calmest dogs you would ever meet. He really was the biggest cuddle dog.

Then, there was Rocco. Rocco was rambunctious, to say the least. He's a chocolate lab that's six years old. Rocco, fun fact, actually met Roscoe, Lewis' dog. You brought Rocco when he was a puppy to the Australian Grand Prix when you got him. Lewis, coincidently, had Roscoe with him. It really was an adorable sight.

Marley was your sweet girl. She's a four-year-old cocker spaniel. She's a sweetheart, really. You loved the way her tail went about a hundred miles per hour when you came home, even if just for going for a run. Max would argue that Marley has attachment issues, but you just ignore that.

Then, there were the two goldens you adopted last year from the rescue: Mochi and Sushi. You may have named them when you were hungry...but who cares. They are both one, and Mochi, a girl. Sushi, a boy. They both kind of looked like Charles and Alexandras dog, Leo.

Maybe you had too many dogs in some people's eyes. But you had a big apartment, and living alone was a little depressing. Yeah, Max flew out to stay over a lot. If he wasn't racing, he was in Perth with you. And you usually came to the races with Daniel. Heidi was a busy woman, and you wanted Daniel to feel supported.

Not to mention how most of the girls loved your apartment. Carmen came to visit a lot, along with Kika and Lily. Alexandra just started coming over as well, usually with Charles, Joris, and Leo. Rebecca also started coming over as well. Let's just put it this way, everyone saw your apartment as a great hangout spot.

You had a lot of windows, all overlooking the beautiful beaches and buildings in Perth. Being smack in the middle of the big city made for gorgeous nights as well. The kitchen was huge and spacious. Your apartment was your safe haven, always making it comfortable to come home and relax.

When you started dating Max six months ago, you brought him to see your apartment. He knew you loved it from previous conversations you had with Daniel when Max was around about when you first moved in.

Max was basically there from the beginning. He knew you since you were both teens. From your first breakup, your failed exam grade in uni, and arguments with Daniel. Max loved hearing you talk; he knew that for sure.

Since the day he first met you, he knew he wanted to try to date you. Your smile drew him in, your laugh made his day, and your personality was addicting. He loved you from the second he saw you.

"Liefje, do you want to watch a movie?" Max asked, looking at you as you grabbed two waters from the fridge. "Yeah, sure. How about Stepbrothers?" You smiled, sitting down next to him on the sectional.

Max laughed, "Alright. Scout? Come here, bud." Scout jumped onto the couch beside you, Jimmy and Sassy on the blanket next to Max. It's like Scout knew that even when Max called him, he knew Max was calling him for you.

As the movie started, Mochi and Sushi went to lay down at the opposite end of the couch. They fell asleep on each other in a matter of seconds.

Marley and Rocco were walking around the house, occasionally entertaining each other by chasing each other around. As you and Max cuddled on the couch and watched your movie, Daniel planned to surprise you.

He knew you were home, you told him that you had landed back in Perth and that you'd be home for a while. And since it had felt like forever, he thought he would show up to your apartment with the key you gave him and cook you guys some dinner.

What he didn't know was that you were already busy, and he didn't expect it.

As he took the private elevator up to your floor, he checked his watch, it read 10:03pm. A little late, but the number of times you guys showed up at each other's home late into the night was plentiful.

Daniel walked up to your door, pausing as he thought he heard something. He thought about texting you but figured it might be the dog sitter. So he unlocked the door and stepped in, trying not to make too much noise to scare the dog sitter.

He found it weird that as he walked in, the dogs didn't come greet him, though. The dogs always ran to the door and jumped on him, happy to see him. He was confused.

What Daniel didn't expect to see when he walked into the living room was you and Max. You and Max cuddled up on the couch watching one of your favorite movies. Not to mention his cats. Neither of you even noticed Daniel.

"What's this?" Daniel spoke, earning a yelp from you and Max jumping off the couch, thinking there was an intruder.

"What the fuck, Daniel?! You can't just break in like that!" You yelled, throwing the blanket off of you to stand next to Max as he paused the movie.

"It isn't breaking in, Y/n. You gave me a key." He said, dangling the key between his fingers.

"Oh.." you bit your lip, Max exhaling as he ran his fingers through the top of his hair.

"You didn't answer my original question. What is this?" Daniel asked again, pointing between you and Max.

"Um.. Daniel, I really don't want you to freak out-"

Daniel cut you off, "What?" Max sighed, "Mate, it's not a big deal, okay? We've only been dating for six months, and she was going to tell you soon."

You sighed, watching Daniel take a deep breath and nod. "Okay, fine. You're happy then?" Daniel asked you.

"Mhmm, I really am, Dan."

Daniel nodded again, "Good. I guess it really only was a matter of time."

To this, you and Max shared a confused look and looked back at Daniel.

"What? You guys seriously think I haven't noticed the way Y/n leaves every race to go 'check out the other garages.' and how you guys talk after almost every race?"

"I mean, I didn't think you noticed..." You trailed off, Marley barking for pets from Daniel.

"Hi, Mars." Daniel cooed, petting Marley as he laughed. "I guess if you're going to date someone, I'm glad it's Max."

Max perked up, "Really?"

"Yeah, man. I trust you; I know you. I also know where you live if I need to come break your toes if you hurt her." Daniel raised his brows.

"I'm not going to hurt her you, nimrod. But thanks."

You smiled; glad Daniel didn't make a big deal. "Okay, um, I kind of want to finish my movie... want to stay, Dan?"

Daniel shook his head, "Nah, I'll go. We can get lunch tomorrow. I'll bring Heidi?" Daniel asked, walking towards the front door.

"Yeah, I'll text you. Thank you, Daniel." You gave him a hug as he ruffled your hair, "Yeah, whatever. Have fun-" You started to close the door as he spoke again, "Wait! Not too much fun!" The door was shut now.

Daniel smacked on the door, "Hey! Y/N? Max? Damnit." Daniel let his head fall on the door as someone on the same floor as you looked at Daniel strangely and sighed.

"I'm her brother- I just, yeah you don't care." Daniel sighed, leaving you and Max alone...something he still shudders at to this day.

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(reposts, comments, and likes are appreciated!^-^)

[sunny-fox]

Random thought from yesterday:

Pet! SAHSR (Self Aware Honkai Star Rail) AU

Notes: reverse isekai, characters turn into animals, Astral Express Crew, Caelus and Stelle are twins, kind of Cult! AU?

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Dutch Rabbit! Pom Pom who pretends that they don't like being petted. They don't look at you when you pet them, opting to stare at random things around them, but they move towards you slowly and secretly, a few steps at a time. They nuzzle into your palm but pretend that they didn't afterwards by ignoring you multiple times when you call their name. Pom Pom does try to nip at your fingers if you ruffle their fur too often, thinking that you're trying to mess up their soft fur. If Pom Pom is feeling particularly friendly on some days, they might even let you hold them for hours (they usually lie still in your arms for about 5 minutes before squirming to get away). March will start complaining and pawing at your arm though, as it's her spot on other days.

Cocker Spaniel! March 7th who loves following you around your house. She's quite energetic, often bringing her toys to you, pleading for you to play with her through her gaze. You do play with her, but it's impossible to do so every 10 minutes, what with your work and everyday duties. March gets bored when you can't play with her, lying on the floor and looking here and there for something else to play with (that isn't her toys). Don't be surprised when you return to the living room and find your bags turned inside out, belongings undamaged but strewn across the floor, Himeko picking them up and piling them together for you. March wants you to think of it as revenge for not playing with her (>:3).

Siberian cat! Dan Heng who prefers resting on cat trees than interacting with the others. He'll swipe a paw at anyone (except you) who dares invade his personal space, though he acts more lenient towards the other pets. He watches you from his special spot on the cat tree every time you walk around the house doing chores or just going from one room to another. Sometimes Dan Heng does follow you just like March, but if you tell him that he's practically tripping you every step you take, he quietly leaves and goes back to his spot. If March is following you as well, Dan Heng will paw at her back, telling her to follow him to the living room. He'll ask for help from Welt if she doesn't listen.

Maine Coon! Himeko who's just like the mom of the group. She's mostly calm, but will gently nip at the younger pets' ears or swipe a paw at them - claws retracted, of course - if they misbehave. Himeko likes it when you brush her fur. Eight to nine out of ten times she falls asleep when you do so. She has to have her fur brushed weekly if not daily - she'll bring her comb to you and purr to let you know. Himeko will curl up next to you if you let her sleep on your bed, guarding you throughout the night, nuzzling against you when you wake up screaming (or not) from nightmares.

Bernese Mountain Dog! Welt who's really calm and quiet. He rests his snout on the edge of your bed each morning so the first thing you see when you wake is a pair of honey-coloured eyes staring right back at you. Please pat his snout as a good morning; he'll feel so happy if you do! As mentioned above, Dan Heng asks Welt for help when March insists on running in circles around you: he picks her up by the scruff and takes her away. Welt likes to accompany you on walks at night, treasuring the precious time he gets to spend with you. There's this one time when you took a photo with Welt and put a pair of toy glasses on his snout. He seemed to love those glasses a lot after that.

Raccoons! Caelus and Stelle who are disappointed that they can't go dumpster diving in your house. You can't have garbage strewn around your house, after all. You caught them red-handed during their first few attempts after arriving at your house. When you leave your house, they'll try to dig through the trash cans again. March and Dan Heng try to stop them, with March tugging on Stelle's tail with her mouth and Dan Heng standing on his hind legs, trying to pry Caelus off the can. Eventually you prepared a huge box for the troublemaker twins and hid new toys or snacks in it, underneath old clothes and colourful, hollow plastic balls. That seemed to satisfy their interest in dumpster diving, albeit briefly. Caelus and Stelle still try to climb into trash cans whenever they go on walks with you.

Even though Pom Pom was a rabbit, Dan Heng and Himeko were cats, Welt and March were dogs, and Caelus as well as Stelle were raccoons, they often stuck together like a family. Pom Pom likes to make Welt's back their personal couch. Welt won't move at all unless you pick up Pom Pom or Pom Pom climbs off his back. Himeko plays with March to distract her from turning your house upside down when you're busy. Caelus, Stelle and Dan Heng lie in a cuddle pile during naps. Sometimes March, Himeko, Welt and Pom Pom join them too. You're quite puzzled as to why they love each other dearly, but hey, it's nice to see them acting like family, no?

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Had a lot of fun writing this :D

[gwennybriggs]

Red Rover, Red Rover Part 1.

Melissa Schemmenti x Fem Reader

Summary: You convince your wife, Melissa, to take in a stray dog until you can find its owner. She reluctantly agrees, reminding you that the pup will end up in the pound if no one comes forward. Spoiler: The dog doesn’t go to the pound.

WC: 1.8K

No warnings apply :)

One Monday afternoon, Barbara burst into the teachers’ lounge with a hand clutching her pearls. “Sweet baby Jesus and the grown one too! There is a dog running amok through the school, it almost knocked my kindergarteners over on our way to lunch,” she yelled.

You shot up out of your chair in excitement, you loved dogs and considered yourself to be a friend to all of them. You were determined to befriend this one as well. Without a word, you ran into the hallway with Melissa hot on your heels. She knew very well that if you were left to your own devices, whatever mutt was wreaking havoc in the school would be going home with the two of you.

Following the sounds of teachers yelling at children to get back to class, you were able to locate the intruding pup pretty quickly. The flash of red fur bolted back and forth between classroom doors, just trying to find someone who was willing to love and play with them. Melissa kept an eye on it while you ducked into your classroom for a split second to grab the tennis ball from your desk drawer- you kept one to erase scuff marks on the floor and Mr. Johnson loved you for it. Once you returned to the hall you got down on your knees and bounced the ball a couple of times to get the pup’s attention.

“C’mere puppy! Look, I’ve got a ball, you wanna play fetch? Hi puppy,” you cooed and patted your lap. Melissa whistled and the cocker spaniel bounded over to the both of you, very interested in the ball and the promise of attention. Though the pooch stayed just an arm’s length away, you could tell it didn’t have a collar and was a little too skinny. “Baby, could you grab my sandwich from the lounge please? I think this cutie might be hungry. And maybe a rope from Mr. Johnson so I can make a make-shift leash,” you asked and the redhead obliged.

While you waited for her to return, you tossed the tennis ball down the length of the hall and watched the excited dog chase it and bring it back. You were surprised when the dog gently placed the ball at your side each time. After a few rounds, Melissa returned with your sandwich and a shot rope, and sat with you on the ground. The dog immediately started sniffing and getting closer, eager to steal the food.

You pulled apart the sandwich, removing the bits of lettuce and tomato. You held up a piece of turkey and said, “Sit!” The dog very politely sat on its haunches, looking at you expectantly. Impressed by how smart the pup was, you tossed the turkey in its direction and it gobbled it up. After a few more tricks, you decided to try and get the dog closer to you so you could get the rope around its neck.

“Hi sweetie, why don’t ya come over here so I can love on ya,” you kissed at the pup and placed the last piece of turkey on your lap. The pup felt safe enough to take the snack and immediately rolled onto its back, submitting to you as you gently pet the soft fur. “You’re twins, Mel! You’re both redheaded and melt at my touch,” you teased your wife with a smile and she lightly swatted your arm. “She’s awfully cute, isn’t she? She looks just like Lady from Lady and The Tramp!” You stuck your bottom lip out and flashed the biggest puppy dog eyes possible at her.

Melissa pursed her lips, “She’s adorable hon, but we are not taking her home.” She shook her head and rolled her eyes before reaching out to pet the Lady look-a-like herself. The dog wiggled onto her stomach and army crawled over to Melissa. Once she was practically in her lap, she sat up and licked the tip of Melissa’s chin as if to say ‘please love me’. You watched as your wife’s face squished, earning her more kisses from the sweet pup.

“Baby, please! Even if it’s just to give her a place to stay until we find her owners,” you begged. Jacob rounded the corner with a bag from the pet supplies store down the street.

“No, Y/N. You’re gonna get attached and then I’m the one who’s gonna have to hold you while you cry when the owners pick her up. She’s gonna break your heart. And who’s to say we’ll even find the owners? What if we have to drop her off at the shelter, hm?”

Jacob dumped the contents of the bag on the ground, startling the pup who leaned closer into Melissa for protection. You smirked when you noticed her hold the sweet dog closer to her chest to make her feel safe. “As soon as I heard we had a cutie on the loose, I ran down the street and got one collar of every size and a leash, a couple of cans of food, and a bag of treats so we could capture them safely,” he said, out of breath.

He kneeled down next to Melissa while she held the pup and tried on a couple of the collars. Once he found the perfect fit, he attached the leash and handed it to you, sitting down to love on the cocker spaniel as well.

“Mel, I promise I’ll be okay either way. We can put up posters, put an ad in the paper, call vet offices to see if any pets have been reported missing, we can-“

“Oh, I can help! Let me snap a pic of her real quick and I can have a found poster ready in the next five minutes! Ten if you want it to look professional,” Jacob interrupted, eager to help. The redhead rolled her eyes and handed the pooch over to you as she stood up.

“Fine. But you have one week. After that, pipsqueak is going to the shelter. You better find somewhere to keep her until school’s out, lunch is almost over and the kids don’t need to be distracted more than they already are.” She smoothed her shirt and pants before helping you off the ground. You thanked her with a kiss and smiled wide at her before carrying the little lady to the lounge, Jacob trailing close behind.

Teachers took turns watching over the cocker spaniel while classes resumed until Ava walked in for a cup of coffee and said, “Aw hell naw”. Mr. Johnson confessed it was you and Melissa who decided to keep the dog in there. She stomped her way back to her office and pressed the intercom button. “Mrs. Schemmentis, please report to my office in regards to your furry friend.”

You asked Jacob to keep an eye on your students while you ran down to the office. Melissa was already there when you arrived, arms crossed. “I don’t care which one of you does it, but someone needs to take that dog home, it can’t stay here another minute,” Ava demanded. You sighed heavily before looking over to Melissa who raised a brow at you.

“I’ll take her home, my last period is planning anyway. Not like I’m gonna miss much,” the redhead said. You were shocked that she offered before you could, but your kids had a test that afternoon that they couldn’t miss and you really needed to stay.

“Thank you, Mel! I promise you won’t have to be alone with her for too long. I’m just gonna stop and grab a crate for her on my way home later,” you kissed her on the cheek and watched her roll her eyes. She knew you were already attached to the animal.

“Alright lovebirds, get outta here,” Ava dismissed you with a wave of her hand.

When you finally made it home with a crate and supplies for the week, you found Melissa curled up on the plastic wrapped couch fast asleep with the ball of fur tucked into her elbow. You snapped a quick photo and sent it to Jacob with the caption ‘Red’s gone soft, might end up with a dog by the end of this after all’. He responded with a simple red heart and a ‘sweet dreams, Big Red and Little Red’.

So as not to wake them, you quietly made your way upstairs to set up the crate in the spare room. You finished fairly quickly and walked back downstairs to see your wife sitting on the couch reading a book with the dog on the floor by her feet, almost as if she didn’t want to be caught enjoying the dog’s company. “Hi baby, have a good nap?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, slept pretty well. I told the pipsqueak she wasn’t allowed on the couch but she must’ve hopped up when I was asleep.” She placed the book on the table and invited you to sit next to her.

“Uh huh, sure,” you said, giving her a knowing look as you rounded the side of the couch to snuggle into her. The dog jumped up and curled up between the two of you, and before Melissa could tell her no you reminded her that the couch was protected by the ridiculous wrapping. She agreed the pup would be allowed on the couch but made sure you knew she wasn’t going to be sleeping in your bed.

Bedtime rolled around quickly and you led the ball of fur into the spare room to put her in the crate for the night. You made her a bed with blankets and gave her a treat for being a good girl, closing the door behind you as you headed to your own room. Just as you laid your head on Melissa’s chest- your favorite place to sleep- and closed your eyes, the pup started howling. Melissa sighed and you untucked yourself from her arms to quiet the dog. You sat beside her crate until she was asleep and you quietly made your way back into bed. Wrapped in Melissa’s arms once again you started to fall asleep, only to be startled awake by the cries coming from the other room. This time, Melissa got up and left the room, returning less than a minute later with the pup in tow. She sat the dog on the bed, resumed her position and pipsqueak found herself a soft spot at the foot of the bed.

She pulled you back into her arms and kissed your forehead. “Sucker,” you whispered.

“Neither of us woulda gotten any sleep if it had continued. We’re not keeping her. I love you. Good night.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Love you too.”

[jungle-angel]

A Joyous Little Gift: Part 1 (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: Bob's dad comes bringing an early Christmas gift and it turns out it's the best you could have ever asked for

Tagging: @desert-fern Fern honey, I couldn't help but do a little story to go along with the Disney!Daggers moodboards (lol) and also @bobfloydsbabe I'm afraid the Teacher!Bob thoughts/thots are out of control lately (lol).

It was close to Thanksgiving but already, you and Bob had gotten most of the Christmas decorations done. The pies had all been baked when you had both gotten home from work, your students eagerly awaiting the time off for the holiday and the same going for you and Bob. The turkey was already brining away in the fridge and would be ready for the oven in the morning along with the sides, but always this time of year, your home was so warm and cozy, more so with knowing you were soon to be surrounded by friends and family.

Bob kept at stirring the mix for the extra pumpkin pie when a knock was heard at the front door. "D'Nadi you ass! I'm off the clock!" Bob thundered.

"Robert Joseph Floyd, you open this door right now or I'm comin in through the fuckin window!" answered the muffled voice of a man on the front porch.

You snorted when you saw the "oh shit" look on Bob's face, realizing it was his father instead of Raymond D'Nadi, the incompetent visiting teacher. Bob rushed to the front door and immediately let his father in. Joe entered followed by a blast of wind that lingered for just a little bit, only to disappear in the warm, comforting and crackling heat of the fireplace.

"Sorry Dad," Bob apologized. "(Y/N) and I are dealing with a visiting teacher."

"Ah lemme guess," Joe chuckled, hanging up his tan Carhardt on the coat rack near the door. "Some out of state dumbass who thinks he's better than everybody?"

Bob nodded.

Joe laughed and headed into the kitchen, setting down the cardboard box in his hands near the fireplace. "Everything set for tomorrow?" Joe asked.

"As set as it can be," Bob answered.

"How many?"

"Twenty five."

Joe made a face. "Don't think we've had that many in a long time," he said.

"Can't imagine what Christmas will be like," you joked.

"Speaking of which," Joe said. "Your ma and I got you and (y/n) and early Christmas gift."

Bob scrunched his eyebrows together as you and him went to the box, hesitantly opening it. You and Bob both went wide eyed and audibly gasped when you saw what was inside.

"Oh my God! Hello there!" Bob cooed as he lifted the little golden cocker spaniel puppy into his arms, her adorable squished nose sniffing his cheeks before nibbling a little at his chin.

"Oh Joe! She's so cute!" you gasped happily. "Where did you find her?"

"A guy I know breeds cockers and one of the females had a litter," Joe answered. "I know you guys have been thinking about a family too for some time and figured it wouldn't be complete yet without a dog or two."

You and Bob laughed. Of course you had Pumpkin who would curl into your laps every night, but some days you wished you and Bob had a more energetic companion. But oh was she perfect, this little puppy with her curly golden fur and her little squished nose. You loved the way your husband's eyes lit up when she'd kiss him with her pink tongue.

"What a perfectly beautiful little lady you are," Bob chuckled softly, scratching her behind her floppy ears.

"I think we have a name for her then," you said, the blush rising into your cheeks.

"Lady?" Bob asked.

You nodded.

The puppy yipped as if she had agreed.

"Well," Bob laughed. "It's settled I guess."

You and your husband leaned into each other and kissed, happily welcoming Lady into the family.

[thislovintime]

Photo by Dan Wynn, via Dan Wynn Archive on Instagram.

“[Peter] has this magnificently low voice and sounds about ten years older than any of the others. But sometimes, he acts about ten years younger than any of the others. He is not ‘zany’ however. Just kind of childish at times. He forgets that he is an ‘adult.’ I think that all adults do occasionally, because of the tension, and he certainly is under stress as much or more than other people. [...] He’s very serious about music, however. He won’t be content until they do something really special — ‘I want us to make a contribution to the music world, like all the big groups have.’
 He reminds me of a cocker spaniel puppy, ya know what I mean? He’s so eager to please and excited when people are around. Then suddenly he’ll fall into a sulk or just a quiet mood and lay down his hands clenched under his chin. He’s the type of person that you worry about a lot and yet you don’t. That’s as clear as mud. I mean, you know he’ll be all right in the end, but you’re not too sure about the middle. Now it’s just dusty, huh? He tends to be gullible — a sob story will get him every time, but he manages to wise up." - Tracy Thomas, Flip, September 1967 (x)

[doomspaniels]

Cricket hunting! Pounce!

[rorywritesjunk]

The stars in their courses will run and bring their hearts earthward to hear her.

Buggy brings his son in to the bakery to get a treat for his birthday. You like decorating cakes. Rating: PG-13ish. Warning: Listen, Buggy's already in love. I write that man always as a Love At First Sight kinda guy. Some day I'll write him differently but today is not that day. There's also the need for Communication and Boundaries with these two. A/N: Now that Birdie has a name I think of her a lot tbh.

Title comes from “Girl in the Garden” by S.J. Tucker.

Chapter 1 + Chapter 2 + Chapter 3 + Chapter 4 + Chapter 5 + Chapter 6

Chapter Five

In the week since you arrived and set sail, Buggy was rather clingy in a way. He didn’t want the crew talking to you, looking at you, anything just in case something upset the baby you were carrying. Darby being clingy was fine, he was a child and getting used to having you around, seeing you in his daddy’s room in the morning, cooking meals for them, that sort of thing. He wanted to be in your arms when you read him a story before naps and bedtime, and he liked resting his head over your heart because the sound was comforting to him.

Buggy, on the other hand, was driving you crazy. 

When you went out on deck with Darby to find Buggy one day, the little one holding your hand as he dragged you along with him, one of the crew came to ask you a question. Before you could answer, Buggy was there, glowering and threatening the crew member to back off and give her space, she's carrying my baby! So you intervened with a hand on his chest to gently push him out of your personal bubble.

“Okay, time for a meeting.” You told him as you picked Darby up and headed for the kitchen. “C’mon, Captain. We're talking now.”

And to your surprise, the clown followed after you, arms crossed over his chest and grumbling as he shot looks at the crew, daring any of them to talk to you. He was like some overly protective cocker spaniel: he didn't look scary until you were up close and he was pissed off. Once you were in the kitchen, you pointed to a chair for him to sit while you put Darby down in his lap before getting a snack for the kid.

“You need to tone it down.” You started. When he opened his mouth to start protesting, you held a butter knife up, giving him a warning look. “Let me talk. We've been at this a week and already it's a bit too much.” You unpeeled a banana and sliced it into rounds, setting the plate in front of Darby. “Why don't you want the crew talking to me?”

“No reason.” Buggy shrugged, one hand resting on the table while the other held Darby securely on his lap. You slammed the butter knife point down between his fingers, the curved tip of the blade embedding itself into the wood. Buggy’s eyes widened slightly before he cleared his throat and looked up at you. That was kind of hot.

“Not good enough.” You said as you put your hands on your hips. “Look, despite how I reacted those months ago the first time you asked, I am happy to be here now, but we have to get some boundaries established, Buggy. I can talk to the crew if they talk to me, okay? One conversation isn't going to induce labor or… or make me run away with someone.”

“I don't think that!” He insisted as Darby held up a piece of banana for his dad. Grumbling, he took it and scowled, but you were used to him making that face and it didn’t bother you in the slightest.

“Think what?” You asked. “That I'll suddenly give birth or that I will think I made a mistake being here and run off? Because hovering, telling the crew to not interact with me, and things like that make me want to. It's a little suffocating. If you don't trust your crew around me then maybe I shouldn't be here, Buggy.”

You didn't miss the fearful look in his eyes when you said that, the uncertainty, but you had to be firm with him. You weren't going to cater to every one of his whims. There was no romantic relationship between the two of you, it was only for co-parenting the baby you were carrying, as well as helping with Darby. Sleeping together was just something fun for the two of you but you were wondering if maybe you needed to start sleeping in your own bedroom now.

“We want you here.” He mumbled, looking like a scolded puppy. You wouldn't cave, staring down at him as you retrieved the knife. “Okay, I really want you here. I said it, okay? I don't want you thinking I'm a mistake and you run off with someone. I don’t want you to think I’m a mistake.”

“Are you already in love with me or something?” You suddenly asked. “Because why would you think that? I’ve been here a week, Buggy. You can’t fall in love with someone that fast.”

“Look, I can't help-”

“Mama, I want a drink.” Darby interrupted, holding his fist up and bringing it to his mouth. Both you and Buggy looked down at him, caught off guard for a moment before you went to get him a cup of water. This wasn't the first time he called you Mama since you arrived but it still surprised you when he did.

“Here, sweetheart.” You put one of the sippy lids on the cup before handing it to him. He smiled at you before taking a few sips. “Buggy, be honest, are you already falling in love with me or something?”

“Fall in love? Do I look like the type?” Buggy chuckled, trying to diffuse the conversation just a bit. He refused to look at you just then.

“I think you are.” You said. “Falling in love, that is. But I don’t know if I’m really the right person for you.”

“You don't know that.” Buggy shot back. “I don't even know you.”

“Exactly.” You pointed your finger at him. “You don't.”

“I want to and, y’know, we got plenty of time.” He grinned. “And we'll have plenty of sleepless nights to chat, get to know each other. You're going to have a hard time not falling in love with me.”

You slapped your hand over your face, dragging it down slowly as you sighed in exasperation. This fool, this stupidly charming fool . Damn him. You hated that he was like this because being flirty and charming was what got you into the situation you were in.

“How about this, Buggy. You back off a bit and I'll consider letting you fall in love with me.” You suggested. “But you have to back off a bit, okay?”

“I'm sorry, you'll let me fall in love with you?” Buggy asked. Darby grabbed his arm for attention. Buggy grabbed a napkin to wipe his face but the kid just wriggled around, trying to avoid it. “I’ll fall in love with whoever I want, and… and it’s you, okay, you can’t stop that!”

You took the plate away from the table and set it in the sink. Darby whined when Buggy wiped his nose and the little one reached for you instead, wanting away from his dad trying to clean him up. You were there in seconds, scooping Darby out of Buggy’s lap and bringing him to your body, letting him rest his head against your shoulder. You saw the way Buggy’s eyes softened, how his shoulders relaxed just a bit as he leaned back in his chair. Oh. You frowned at him.

“Buggy, can I ask you something? And I want a real, honest answer.” 

He shrugged. “I’m as honest and real as they come, babe.”

You tried not to roll your eyes as you started to sway gently where you stood, rubbing Darby’s back as he relaxed in your arms. “Why me? Why did you ask me to come all those months ago? You’ve had to have met many other people that would be better for this.”

Buggy stared at you for a moment, brain putting together an answer, before his gaze turned to Darby. He was in your arms, eyes closed with his thumb in his mouth as he drooled a little bit. For Buggy, he would fight against naps, and he definitely scowled at you a few times, but lately he’d fall asleep like this: in your arms, limp, not a care in the world except that he got to have cuddles before nap time. 

“Darby loves you, that’s why I asked you, okay?” He sighed. “He hasn't had someone like you around and… he already loves and trusts you. You were obnoxiously wonderful to him on his birthday and… and sometimes people aren't, okay? People are horrible, they stare at him and me, make comments, and then we meet you and you give him a free birthday cake! Then you give me one! Who does stuff like that without expecting something in return?!”

You kissed Darby on the top of his head and looked at Buggy, sighing softly as you smiled a bit. “I just wanted kids to have a good birthday, that’s all. The only thing I wanted in return was to know the kid was happy.”

“Darby’s happy.” Buggy mumbled as he looked down at the indent on the table left from the butter knife. “Really.”

“I know he is.” You told him as you reached over to touch Buggy’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “He's one of the happiest kids I've ever met.”

“I’m trying.” He sighed as he leaned on the table, head supported in his hand as he watched you with his child. It was a weird little thought to have, but seeing you like that, pregnant and holding a sleeping Darby, it just looked natural to Buggy, like it was something just for you. He wished he could take a photo of what was before him, something to memorialize the moment in front of him because it was so sweet to him. He watched in silence for a moment before speaking, “Are we having a boy or a girl?”

You shifted Darby in your arms, making sure he was secure in them. “Oh, I don't know. Never found out. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Huh, okay.”

“What about you?” You asked as you reached for a chair to pull out, but Buggy’s hands beat you to it, pulling one out from the table for you. You sat down, letting Darby get comfortable on your lap while he kept dozing. “What would you want? Boy or girl?”

Buggy shrugged. “Considering I never expected to have even one kid, the thought of a second one is… a bit much so I don’t know, girl? But… I’ll be happy if the kid is healthy… and…”

“And?” You watched him for the answer, wondering what he wanted to say before trailing off.

He looked over at his son. Darby was clinging to you as he dozed, relaxed in your arms as you pressed a kiss to his forehead. His head was turned to the side, his nose pressing into the collar of your shirt. His hand went over to Darby, resting on his back as he mumbled a bit in his sleep.

“And nothing, just a healthy and happy baby, that’s all I’d ask for.” Buggy said as he got to his feet. He couldn't say how he wished the next kid wouldn't have his nose, wouldn't have to go through life with the stares and ridicule he often faced, but it wasn't fair to Darby who had inherited it. Buggy did what he could to protect one kid from it, he wasn't sure if he could do it for another. “He should go down for a nap. You’re not his bed, so I’ll take him. He can sleep in his room.”

“Uh, okay?” And before you knew it, Buggy was lifting Darby out of your arms carefully, holding his son to him as he murmured softly to him, not wanting him to wake up before hurrying out of the kitchen. That was… a little odd, his reaction, but you didn’t want to say anything yet. The conversion got a little sidetracked, you still wanted him to give you a little space, but at least he talked a bit and opened up some. 

~

“So, why not tell me something about yourself?” Buggy asked later that night in bed as he rested his head against your stomach carefully, waiting to feel the baby move. Darby was sleeping beside him, having woken up from a bad dream already and wanting cuddles from the both of you. “You bake free cakes and now you live on a pirate ship, and you have a really good grip from making butter, that’s all I know.”

You reached down to stroke his hair, staring up at the ceiling as you tried to come up with an answer. You didn’t want to tell him that much about yourself for some reason, it seemed a little too fast even though so far, the last week had gone by pretty fast already. Leaving the bakery, moving onto the ship, living with him and his son while Buggy admitted he was already falling in love with you was just a little much.

“I mean, that’s… really all you need to know.” You shrugged as you moved a little on the bed to try and get comfortable in just the right spot. Your back was a little sore. “Nothing really to say.”

Buggy lifted his head up, eyebrow raised as he looked at you. “Oh, come on, I need something. Any stupid stories from being a teenager, or deep dark secrets about your family I should know?”

You shrugged again, running your fingers through his hair gently. “A little late for family stories, Buggy.”

“You do have some, right?” Buggy frowned. You looked up at the ceiling, not answering him immediately. “Stories, I mean.”

“Gotta have a family to have family stories.” Was your reply as you moved your hand over his mouth to quiet him. “I need to sleep, so time for bed, Buggy.”

His voice was muffled by your hand as you stuck your tongue out at him and closed your eyes. He couldn't believe you'd say that to end a conversation and then pretend to be asleep. He'd just have to poke and pry you a little bit.

[multi-kpop-fanfics]

tw: german shepherd hybrid!mingyu, cocker spaniel hybrid!reader (fem bodied), breeding, riding, marking, biting (there is a small amount of blood), enemies to lovers, degradation, cursing, reader slaps mingyu

“For a cocker spaniel, you’re all bark and no bite, bitch.”

“F-Fuck off, you dumb dog”

“I’m doing this right now to your tight lil’ bitchcunt” Mingyu licks his sharp canines, a dirty smirk plastered on his face.

You grit your teeth as you repeatedly impale yourself on his cock, feeling it split you in half in the most delicious way possible. 

If it wasn’t for his unbearable character, you might have found him suitable as your boyfriend. 

“Don’t get f-full of yourself, you slut” you slap his face out of spite, grinning once you notice his wolfish grin slip away, replaced by a ferocious snarl. Big mistake.

“You on the other hand, are completely full of myself” he traps your arms behind your back, holding you flush to his muscular chest, now taking control of fucking you senseless.

“Fuck!” you yelp as Mingyu doubles his thrusts, rending you immobile, his stamina seemingly untouched - blame his german shepherd characteristics.

“There’s a good pup~ Now I think I like you more, Y/N - all fucked out, brainless and desperate for my cock, fuck, my knot even” he ghosts his canines over your shoulder blade before sinking them into your skin, forcing a yelp out of your mouth, triggering your orgasm without warning.

“God, yes, squeeze my cock like that, pup, gonna make me explode in your pretty cunt” he growls, licking your fresh wound languidly.

“I hate you, Kim Mingyu” you whimper, yet you find the strength to lurge forward and bite him at the same spot, the faint metallic taste of blood hitting your taste buds, forcing him to howl in pain - but also still himself in you.

“You- bitch-” he groans, the adrenaline rush from your bite forcing his knot to expand in your cunt, your walls locking around him, sucking all of his cum inside you, your tail wagging from overstimulation and excitement - you hated being a dog hybrid right now.

A few minutes pass, yet Mingyu;s knot is still stiff inside you, not relaxing any time soon.

“I don’t hate you” he breaks the silence, noticing his ears flopping on his head.

“What?”

“You heard me, Y/N - I never hated you”

“And you had to knot me in order to realize this?” you bite back, letting out a dry laugh.

“N-No, it’s not just that- God, you smell so nice” he nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck, whimpering like a hurt puppy.

“You- dumb, overgrown puppy” you hug him close, letting him relax in your hold.

“Does that mean you’ll give me a second chance?” Mingyu’s ears perk up, looking at you with, quite literally, puppy eyes.

“Well... I can always try, right?”

[soraviie]

I wrote it with the mind that reader is non-english foreigner but interpret it how you want it :)

As the sudden breeze of the cold evening air rushed through the slowly withering leaves along the mound path, you tightened your jacket, clutching Jungkook's in your hands. He'd shucked it off some thirty minutes ago and refused to put it on - interfered with his arm movements, he said. You didn't nag him anymore, merely traipsed alongside the scenic route, sunken in between thinking your own things and observing him fondly from the distance. He was so mesmerized by the surroundings that to you had been daily occurrence that inadvertently it sparked a new interest in yourself.

Yes, bringing him home had been a good idea, though all parties, you, Jungkook and your parents were scared shitless as it all unfolded.

A few cocker spaniels rushed past the narrow path. They sniffed at Jungkook's shins, excitedly bouncing as he greeted them shyly.

"Good evening," their owner, an elderly lady, came up behind, her walking stick slightly sinking into the dampening brown ground. "Beautiful sunset, isn't it?"

"Yeah," you agree conversationally, forcing a polite smile upon your lips. "Bit chilly, though."

Bit chilly, you scoff to yourself, how original.

"You must be taking some very beautiful pictures."

From the corner of the eye, you can see how quickly Jungkook freezes. The camera sits frozen in his hands as his gaze jumps nervously between the old lady and yourself.

"Y-yeah," he stammers, eyes settling upon your face. You nod encouragingly. "It's...so pretty."

Once the lady and her two dogs disappear around the winding forest path, he sighs, the cold gold of a dusking sight, illuminating the worried frown between his eyebrows.

"I'll never learn your language," he laments pitifully. "It's as though my brain just...disappears."

"Nonsense," you retort, putting the jacket over his shoulders as yet another unforgiving gust rattles the greenery all around. "All you need is a bit more confidence in yourself. Can I see the pictures?"

He stretched the camera towards you, watching enraptured as you analyzed each one.

"You have such a talent, Koo," you praise. "They're so beautiful."

"Yeah, they are," he agrees gently.

He did not even glance at the pictures.

send in a picture of the boys and I’ll write a scenario

[punkrockmads]

would you like to do hcs with abby+reader raising their first dog(a cockerspaniel please) together? 😞❤️‍🩹

Korra

Abby Anderson x Fem! Reader

Summary: After finally settling into your new apartment, Abby surprises you with a new addition to the family

(A/n: I decided to do this as a story because I had a really adorable idea for it, I hope that's okay!!)

After weeks of unpacking and getting everything arranged, you and Abby had finally made your new apartment a home. Abby had gotten a job at a children's hospital in California, and you were both ecstatic. The move to a completely different state was quite sudden, but you both managed to get everything, including yourselves, there in one piece. The beach wasn't far from your apartment, and you spent plenty of time there enjoying the sun in between unpacking and preparing to start new jobs.

One morning, you decided to sleep in, knowing Abby would be home in a few hours since she'd worked that night. She'd crawl into bed beside you and pull you into her arms like she did every time she worked nights, and the two of you would sleep together for a few hours until you had to get up to make food.

A few hours later, you woke up to the sound of the front door closing, smiling to yourself. You turned to face Abby's side of the bed, waiting to hear her wander into the bathroom and start the shower. But the sound never came. Instead, you were greeted with her hushed mumbles as she walked into the bedroom. "Babygirl?" She called softly.

"Hm?" You hummed, opening your eyes. Abby stood at the foot of the bed with a bright smile, something obviously tucked into her jacket, making an awkward lump. "Abby?"

"I have a surprise." Abby whispered, crawling on the bed with one arm while the other held the strange bump. "Don't freak out, okay?"

"Okay?" You replied with a confused frown, sitting up. Abby grinned, unzipping her jacket to reveal a tiny brown cocker spaniel puppy. It looked up at you, wagging its tail excitedly. "Abby." You gasped. "Oh my God." You couldn't help the way your lips curled into a big smile, reaching out and petting the dog gently.

"I know." Abby chuckled softly. "Isn't she cute? I found her tied up in a dumpster on my way back from lunch. Someone tried to get rid of her there." She explained. You felt terrible for the poor thing. You could tell she had been alone for a while, her little eyes pooling with tears as her tail wagged happily and she licked at your hand. "You wanna keep her?"

You looked up at Abby in shock. "Can we?" You asked hopefully. You and Abby had been talking about getting a pet for quite a while.

"Yeah." Abby grinned. "She has no chip, and I already named her Korra." She said.

You laughed softly, taking Korra in your arms. "Hi, Korra." You greeted, scratching her head. "You wanna stay with us?" Korra whined in response, nudging your hand with her nose every time you stopped petting her.

"I think that's a yes." Abby smiled, pulling you into her lap. "My beautiful girls." She hummed, squeezing you close. "She really needs a bath before we let her run around, though." She chuckled.

"So do you." You teased. Abby flicked your shoulder softly as she smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

[lindsey-laufeyson]

Distractions- Chapter 3

Distractions Masterlist

Pairing: Reader x FWB!Tom Hiddleston

Series Warnings: SMUT, fluff, angst, friends with benefits

You went to work the next day with a pep in your step, your nicest push-up bra, and the lowest v-neck t-shirt you could find, ready for a day of flirting, teasing, and hopefully more sex by the end of it. When you arrived at your trailer, however, you were surprised to find your new assistant, Kaitlyn, eagerly waiting for you.

“Good morning,” she chirped, giving you an enthusiastic wave.

“Oh, um, hi” you stammered. “I’m so sorry, I forgot you were starting today! Come on in!” You ushered her into the trailer and showed her around while you gave her a brief rundown of what she’ll be doing with you for her first day. “And if you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask.”

“Sounds great,” she replied.

Just then you heard the door open and Tom walked in carrying two coffees, just as he had the day before. When he saw Kaitlyn, he had a look of surprise on his face, probably not dissimilar to yours when you arrived. “Oh hello,” he greeted Kaitlyn, who immediately became very excited.

“Hi, I’m Kaitlyn,” she responded enthusiastically. “I’m so excited to work with you! I’m a huge fan!”

“Kaitlyn is my new assistant,” you clarified.

Tom turned to look at you and his eyes were immediately drawn to your generously exposed cleavage, at which point he quickly redirected his gaze back to Kaitlyn, clearing his throat and gulping hard. “It’s, erm, very nice to meet you,” he told her. “Had I known you were going to be here today, I would have gotten you a coffee as well.” He handed you your coffee, seemingly unable to prevent his eyes from briefly darting to your chest before looking back at Kaitlyn. You couldn’t help but be proud of yourself for being able to even briefly disrupt his normally smooth demeanor.

“Oh that is so kind,” she responded to Tom sweetly. “But I actually don’t drink coffee.”

So she’s just naturally this chipper all the time? you thought. Tom gave you a look as if he was thinking the exact same thing, causing you to bite back a laugh.

Your silent question was soon answered when you and Kaitlyn worked on Tom’s makeup and hair, and she never stopped talking the whole time. Even on set, she seemed to have something to say every time the camera stopped rolling.

Of course, you only actually caught about half of what she was saying because you were a bit preoccupied with watching Tom, counting every time he snuck a glance at your boobs, knowing that he was trying so hard to be professional. It was like your new favorite game. Eventually, he must have resided to address it, because you got a text from him while he was sitting only a few feet away from you, as they set up for the next scene.

For the rest of the day, you continued playing your secret little game, excited for whatever repercussions awaited you at Tom’s place that night. Luckily, Kaitlyn seemed too wrapped up in whatever she was talking about at any given time to notice how distracted you were. As soon as filming wrapped, you rushed through training her on how to clean and prep for the next day, before dashing out to your car and heading for the address Tom gave you.

…

You knocked on Tom’s door feeling both excited and nervous. You heard a dog bark as well as Tom’s voice. “Oh hush now, Bobby, you silly pup.” When he opened the door, you gave him a bashful smile.

“Hi,” you said simply.

“Hello, darling,” he greeted you with a smirk, pulling you inside. A chocolate brown cocker spaniel excitedly ran circles around your feet, sniffing you and wagging his tail. You knelt down to pet him.

“Is this the famous Bobby I’ve heard so much about?” you asked Tom as you gave the dog scratches behind the ears.

Tom chuckled. “Yes, and he would love for you to give him pets and attention all night,” he began as he helped you to stand back up and then stepped close to you. “But I’m afraid we have other business to attend to first.”

“And what would that be?” you asked, but your question was quickly answered when he unzipped your jacket like he was unwrapping a fragile gift, gazing at your chest in awe as you shrugged the jacket off of your shoulders. When it fell to the floor it seemed to startle Bobby, who then scurried off to his bed. “Oh, poor buddy,” you cooed after the dog.

“You’re evil for doing this to me today,” Tom told you, clearly paying no attention to anything other than your impeccable cleavage.

“Come on now,” you playfully implored, peeling your shirt off and tossing it on the floor. “If I was evil, I wouldn’t have come over to let you play with them.”

His eyebrows knitted together and his tongue darted out to wet his lips, looking like a puppy with a treat in front of him. “I take it back,” he said, lightly brushing your bra straps off your shoulders and then reaching back to undo the clasp. “You’re an angel.”

“Well, I wouldn’t go that far,” you replied, giggling. As soon as your bra was off, Tom pulled you in for a kiss, his large hands hungrily groping your now bare tits. Then, without warning, he lifted you up so that your legs wrapped around his waist and carried you to the sofa, laying you down on your back while he hovered above you.

As soon as your back hit the leather, his lips found your nipple and began sucking, causing you to gasp and arch your back. While his mouth played mercilessly with one nipple, his hand played with the other, making you whimper and squirm underneath him, and getting you wetter and wetter by the second. You reached down and started unbuttoning his shirt, and he paused his actions so he could finish taking it off.

As he sat up on his knees, you marveled at his chiseled torso for a moment, your eyes grazing over every muscle. Once you found his hip creases, you followed them down to the waistline of his trousers, just below which was his prominent erection straining against the fabric.

Licking your lips, you sat up and began unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. You smirked up at him. “Now it’s my turn to play,” you told him before swiftly tugging his trousers down just below his ass and groin, causing his cock to spring up in front of you. He stared down at you intently, his mouth falling open slightly. You, however, were too preoccupied with the sizable prize in front of you to notice. Not only was it long, but it was thick and veiny too, the head red with a bead of precum oozing from the tip. You wrapped one hand around the base of the shaft, leaned in, and licked the clear sticky liquid from the slit. Hearing him hiss quietly, you looked up at him through your lashes, wanting to see his reaction as your tongue drew slow circles around the head of his throbbing dick. His lower jaw jutted out just a bit and a soft sigh escaped his lungs. Never taking your eyes off of him, you wrapped your lips around the corona and lightly sucked on the head. He laced his fingers in your hair and his eyes fell closed as he hummed contently. You continued sucking and swirling your tongue while you watched him slowly unravel. His breathing became more labored, his face and chest were beginning to flush a light pink, his fingers were massaging your scalp with more and more pressure until he grabbed a fistful of your hair and bucked his hips slightly, forcing a bit more of his length into your mouth. You released him with a menacing little chuckle. “You want to fuck my mouth, don’t you?”

As soon as he lost contact with your mouth, his eyes shot open and he looked down at you with a pleading expression. A breathy “Fuck yes,” was all he could muster.

The hand that was still on his shaft began pumping him agonizingly slow. “Well, darling, I’m afraid I have to see just how much of this cock I can take in my mouth before that can happen,” you told him, feigning innocence. “Seeing as though you’re so fucking big…” With the flat of your tongue, you licked a long stripe up the underside of his penis, from base to tip. You heard him quietly whimper in anticipation, causing your cunt to flood with fresh arousal. You took him in your mouth again, this time sucking his length in further and further. Once you were sure you’d almost reached your limit, you pulled back, opened your throat as much as you could, and took him in even deeper, ushering a low groan from him. That’s when you began sliding your mouth up and down his cock, sucking as hard as you could while taking him as deep as your throat would allow.

“Holy shit,” Tom moaned, gripping your hair tighter. You reached behind him and grabbed his ass, pulling him toward you and signaling to him that he could finally have his way with you. He started cautiously thrusting his hips and you moaned around his member as if to tell him to keep going. He took your cue and began fucking your mouth. The tip of his dick hitting the back of your throat made your eyes water, but you didn’t care because he was making the sexiest noises while he took what he wanted. “Oh god, Y/N, I’m gonna cum!”

You hummed your approval just before he spurted hot cum down your throat. You happily swallowed every drop until he pulled back, his softening cock slipping from your lips with a slight pop.

You both laid back against opposite ends of the sofa. “That was… incredible,” he huffed, combing his fingers through his hair and panting heavily.

“I’m glad.” You chuckled lightly, staring up at the ceiling while you massaged your cheeks and mouth, knowing you’d be sore later.

“Seems like you enjoyed it quite a bit as well,” he teased.

You lifted your head to look at him. “Why do you say that?”

He smiled mischievously at you. “Sweetheart, you’ve soaked through your jeans.”

“Shit, really?” You reached between your legs and felt a small wet spot on your crotch. “Goddammit, these were my last clean pair, and I was hoping to get another day out of them before I have to do laundry.”

Tom laughed as he stood up and pulled his trousers back up. “Here. Take them off,” he told you, holding out his hand.

You gave him a quizzical look. “Normally guys tell me to take my pants off before they’ve had a chance to cum,” you teased while you wiggled out of your jeans and gave them to him.

He looked at you expectantly. “Knickers too, love.”

Raising an eyebrow at him, you slipped your soaked panties off and gave them to him, feeling oddly exposed despite the fact that his mouth was just on your bare pussy a mere twenty four hours ago. “May I ask what you’re going to do with my clothes?”

He walked towards the front door to pick up your shirt and bra. “I’m just washing them, you sicko,” he said teasingly.

“You really don’t have to do that,” you implored.

“Please, I insist. Unless you have somewhere to be in the next couple of hours.”

“And what am I supposed to wear in the meantime?” you asked.

“Preferably nothing,” he replied, winking at you. “But if you’re cold, you can wear my shirt.”

You rolled your eyes. “Ugh, so cliché.”

“Do you want clean clothes, or not?”

You sighed, defeated. “Fine,” you told him, but he was already walking away. “No panty sniffing though!” you called after him.

“Too late,” he sang playfully, turning around and walking backwards so you could see him take a big whiff of your underwear and giving a pleasurable sigh as he exhaled.

“You are so naughty!” you yelled, giggling and throwing one of the throw pillows at him. He dodged it and scurried off to what you assumed was the laundry room.

Once Tom disappeared from view, you found his shirt on the floor and put it on. The soft cotton of the light blue button down felt nice against your skin and the bottom hem of the shirt fell just below your ass. After putting the shirt on, you took a moment to look around. You were in a sunken lounge with a brown leather sectional facing a wall made almost entirely up of bookshelves, apart from a TV and a fireplace in the middle. It suited him well.

“Would you like some wine, darling,” you heard him call from another room.

“Yes, please,” you replied. “Red if you have it.” Then you remembered you were wearing his shirt. “Actually, better go with white,” you corrected yourself, not wanting to risk staining it.

A few moments later, you were perusing Tom’s book collection when he came back to the lounge with 2 glasses of wine. “Well fuck,” he huffed, and you turned around. “I knew you’d look gorgeous in my shirt, but… wow.”

You smiled bashfully and shook your head as you took your glass of wine. “That’s just because it’s your shirt, you narcissist,” you teased him.

He grabbed you by the waist with his free hand and pulled you close. “I can assure you, that’s not the reason,” he told you, leaning his head down to kiss you.

You spent the next couple of hours just sipping your wine and talking, only pausing once so that Tom could switch the laundry over to the dryer. It was surprisingly easy and comfortable, like you had known each other for years, yet still had the excitement of a new fling.

“So, I have a question for you,” Tom began, setting his empty glass on an end table.

“What’s that, Tommy boy?” You asked from the opposite end of the couch. You mirrored his actions by setting your glass down as well and shooting him an inquisitive look.

“Why the hell are you all the way over there?” As he said this, he suddenly grabbed your ankle and pulled you toward him so that you slid down onto your back and then he crawled over your body until his nose was touching yours. You squealed and giggled in response, before he kissed you hard on the lips and hitched your leg over his hip. Your kiss was soon interrupted, however, by the buzzer from the dryer. “Hold that thought,” he told you before springing up to go get your clothes.

You huffed in frustration. “You know you really don’t have to get them right this second,” you called after him as you stood up from the sofa. He didn’t answer, but a few minutes later he came back with your folded clothes in his hands.

“I want you to know, that you are perfectly welcome to put these on and go home now if you really want,” he began, sounding less than enthused about that option. Then he stepped closer to you, putting his free hand on your waist. “Or we could just bring these up to the bedroom so that they are there for you when you wake up in the morning.” As he finished his sentence, he dipped his head down to ghost his lips over the sensitive skin just below your ear. “What do you think?”

“A sleepover, huh?” you asked, your eyelids falling closed as he placed soft kisses to your neck.

“Mmhm,” he hummed in response.

“I mean, I guess,” you teased, feigning indifference. “If you really want me to.”

He brought his lips to your ear and the hand that was on your waist crept down below the shirt you were wearing. “I really, really do,” he whispered, giving your pussy a few gentle strokes with his index finger.

“Well then, lead the way.”

He took your hand in his and led you to his bedroom. Once there, he set your clothes on top of his dresser and then turned to you, gazing down at you lustfully as he began to unbutton your shirt. “You won’t be needing this anymore,” he said in a low tone, pushing the garment off of your shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

He took a moment to look at your naked figure, running his hands gently over your curves. Then he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a heated kiss. You placed your palms on his chest, lightly rubbing your thumbs over his nipples. He hummed in response as he walked you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed and you fell back, leaving him standing above you.

Tom looked down at you hungrily, and you smirked back up at him before turning around onto your hands and knees, giving him a perfect view of your ass. You looked back at him over your shoulder and smiled as you wiggled your rear a bit. His gaze was transfixed on your butt while he placed both hands on it, rubbing it affectionately before giving it a light smack. You yelped and giggled, encouraging him to do it again. He gave you another spank, slightly harder this time, causing you to gasp and moan. He snickered and knelt down on the floor by the foot of the bed so that your ass and cunt were right in front of his face. You smiled in anticipation and laid your head and chest down on the mattress and spread your knees apart, creating the perfect angle for him to access your pussy. Suddenly, you felt his tongue tease your entrance, playing with your delicate folds and then dipping between them.

“Mmmm,” he hummed into your channel. You rocked your hips back a little, signaling you wanted more. He gently sucked one of your delicate pussy lips into his mouth, and then the other.

“That’s so good, baby,” you whined. He released your folds from his lips and found your clit with the tip of his tongue, lazily flicking it. You whimpered and moaned until you couldn’t take it anymore. “Fuck, Tom, I need your cock!”

“Are you sure, darling?” he asked playfully. “Because I could spend hours lapping at this delicious little pussy of yours.” He gave a few more flicks of his tongue to your clit.

“Please,” you begged, clenching your cunt around nothing. “Fuck me!”

Chuckling, he stood up behind you. “You’re so sexy when you beg,” he praised, as you heard the sound of a condom wrapper tearing open. He placed a hand on your hip and rubbed his thumb affectionately over your soft skin.

You felt his hard member nudge at your entrance. “Put it in, now!” you commanded.

His hand met your ass cheek with a loud smack. “What was that, sweetheart?”

“Please,” you begged for him. “Please put your massive cock in my aching pussy and fuck me raw!”

With a grunt, Tom swiftly thrusted his length inside you.

“Oh fuck!” you cried, his size causing a slightly uncomfortable but mostly pleasurable stretch.

He leaned down and put his lips to your ear. “This alright, love?” He asked as his hand snaked around to your front and his fingers found your clit and rubbed gentle circles into it.

“Mmmm god yes,” you moaned, swiveling your hips. The stimulation from his fingers on your clit opened you up more and allowed his cock to enter you a bit further.

“Good girl,” he purred, rolling his hips back and then pushing into you even further still. He sucked on your earlobe while slowly beginning to pump in and out of you, soft grunts and groans coming from the back of his throat. His fingers kept a steady rhythm on your clit.

Your moans were becoming louder and longer as your climax came closer and closer. You were sure you were drooling into the mattress at this point but you didn’t care.

“Are you going to cum for me, beautiful?” He asked in a low, gruff voice.

“Yes,” you cried out. “Ooooooh yes, yes! YES!” You tumbled over the edge of bliss, your walls clenching and fluttering around his cock.

With a loud grunt, Tom sat up, took his fingers off of your clit so he could grab your hips with both hands, and started pounding into you, relentlessly.

“Oh my fucking GOD!” you wailed. At this point you didn’t know if this was a second orgasm or an intense continuation of the first, but you didn’t care. As you rode out your high, you heard Tom’s panting and moaning becoming more desperate, and then with a loud groan of your name, he came too, no doubt filling the condom to its limit with a few more staggered thrusts.

As soon as he pulled out of you, you turned onto your back and laid there panting, watching him as he threw away the condom and then came back to lean over you, his hands on either side of your head. “You, my dear, are phenomenal,” he said breathlessly, dipping his head down to kiss your cheek.

“You have to give yourself at least some of the credit,” you teased. “Seeing as though you just fucked me silly into your mattress.”

“Well, if you’re able to get up off of said mattress, the en suite bathroom is right in there.” He nodded his head toward the doorway to your left. “Feel free to use whatever you need to and then come join me back in bed, okay?”

You smiled and nodded, and he helped you get up. As you walked toward the en suite, Tom gave you one more cheeky swat on the butt. You shot back a playful glare before disappearing into the bathroom.

After peeing, and gargling some of Tom’s mouthwash, you went back into the bedroom to find him laying in bed, waiting for you.

“Did you find everything you needed?” Tom asked as you climbed into bed next to him. He held out his arm, inviting you to cuddle up to him.

“I did, thank you. And I made note of what to steal when I leave in the morning,” you joked as you laid down next to him, resting your head and hand on his chest. “Are you sure you’re okay with me sleeping here tonight?” you asked, lifting your head again to look at him and attempting to stifle a yawn.

He chuckled lightly, and brushed your cheek with his thumb. “I’m positive. Why would I ever want a gorgeous woman like yourself to leave my bed?”

“Was that a rhetorical question? Because if not, I could probably come up with some reasons.”

He smiled and shook his head. “Rhetorical. Please stay. I enjoy the company.”

You acted defeated, sighing exaggeratedly as you laid your head back down on his chest. “Fine, but if I don’t get enough sleep, you are the one who has to deal with an ill-tempered MUA, and if you don’t get enough sleep, I’m the one who has to try to hide the bags under your eyes, in which case you will still have to deal with an ill-tempered MUA.”

His chest rumbled underneath your head as he laughed. “Well, you are welcome to go home if you really want.”

“Oh no, I’m staying,” you clarified, snuggling deeper into him. “I’m way too comfortable to leave now.”

“Good,” he replied softly, as he began to lightly run his fingers up and down your back, putting you to sleep almost immediately.

…

When the alarm on your phone went off the next morning, you were a bit disoriented, forgetting that you didn’t sleep in your own bed. Suddenly, a long, muscular arm flopped down on top of you and made you jump a little bit. “Jesus!”

“It’s Tom, actually,” replied the sleepy voice to which the arm was attached.

“You scared me,” you said, chuckling quietly. Tom simply groaned in reply as he pulled you close to him, so that your back was flush against his chest. It turns out this man was quite the cuddler, which you certainly didn’t mind, but you needed to go home and get ready for work. “I have to leave,” you whispered to him.

He nuzzled his face into your hair and sighed. “Ten more minutes.”

You reached your hand behind you to gently scratch his scalp. “You are more than welcome to sleep for ten more minutes, or even longer if you’d like, but unfortunately I don’t have that luxury, so I’m afraid you’re going to have to let go of me.”

“Mm-mm,” he lazily protested, as his arm tightened around your waist. You suddenly felt something hard poke you in your lower back.

“Oh my,” you said with a chuckle. “Someone was having some very pleasant dreams.”

“Morning wood,” he mumbled. “Still sleepy…. Ten more minutes…” His grip around your waist loosened and he began to snore softly in your ear.

You giggled quietly as you ever so gently lifted his arm off of you and slid out of bed. Then, after getting dressed, you left his house as quietly as you could, so he could sleep in a little longer.