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[mxrychxxn]

Can you write that the reader knows that dogday is the readers dad but stays quiet about it. The reader suddenly became really close to him and he was just confused about it. (Sorry if you don't understand it. English is not my first language)

I Know You Too

You hold his hand.

Dogday doesn't let go. He lets you hold onto him, wrap your hands around his own, so much larger than yours. You cling to his fingers, tuck yourself behind him.

Sometimes, when you're particularly exhausted, he picks you up. And you hold him close to you, like you're afraid he's going to leave.

It's. . . strange behavior from you. Dogday, to you, is a stranger. A kind, weirdly overprotective and fretting stranger than you're trying to help out of the hellscape factory. You kept him at arm's length before, yet here you are, clinging to him.

Could you. . . know? Surely not. Because if you knew, then you would hate him. This is. . . This has to be something different. Perhaps you've found solace in him, you've decided to trust him actually and fully with your being and safety.

It's a blessing to receive that kind of trust, so Dogday is careful not to squander this second chance you don't know you're giving. He lets you do anything, lets you climb him and punch his hip in playful antagonism. He tells you bad jokes when you feel down and staves off your nightmares with hugs.

He doesn't tell you how he used to do this when you were so small.

Not until you take his hand, at the end of it all, and give him a sad, sad smile.

"I know you too." You whisper to him. Dogday's body droops, fear visible and bright in his eyes.

"Little angel-"

"I love you, Dad." You say before he can. Dogday falls to his knees. "I missed you."

Dogday can feel your heart beating through your shirt. Your hands grip his tight as he sobs into the dirty fabric.

"My baby!" He cries for you, and there you are. "My little angel! I missed you so! I'm so sorry, please forgive me! I'm so, so sorry, my sweet little angel."

But you need no apologies. You hold Dogday, how he held you, and you smile.

Finally, now you can go home.

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Bro, dogday has become my new hyper fixation and I LOVEE how you write him and I've debated on what I should request (or if I even should) but would you want to write about dogday just being so sweet and gentle with the reader but just edging and teasing the entire time?

Also! Don't feel like you have to do this bee, it's just a lil request cuz I've been being plagued by dogday and I love your writing 🫶🫶🫶 and idk just cant help but ask (might asl something else in the future too tho :3)

ANYWAYS, have a lovely day and I hope you have the softest and nicest flowers to lay on 💕 (cuz your a lil buzzy bee :D 🐝)

(Ps: sorry this is kinda long, the first request I usually ask people are kinda long XP)

What A Tease

You figured a little prank would do no harm. Just some teasing, since it was a holiday, one made for little jokes and silly fun. However, when you woke up and pretended (quiet convincingly at that) that you had no idea who Dogday was, he wasn't as amused.

Especially since your little prank meant no good morning kisses, no cuddles as you cooked and "reluctantly" fed your unexpected house guests. Poppy and Kissy found it funny, at least, especially when you shooed Dogday away with a playful scold.

"I have a boyfriend, you know." You said, marveling at your own ability to hold a straight face in spite of the totally adorable glare Dogday wore. "He wouldn't be happy to see another man saddling up to me."

"He's not happy." Dogday agreed, plopping into his seat with a pout. You resisted the urge to scratch at the spot behind his ears and pepper his head in kisses, how you would normally do whenever he got pouty.

And so morning came and went, and with it came Poppy's wanderlust calling her name. She took Kissy out into the woods, eager to find something to photograph with the kid camera you got for her. You'd have to get the film developed eventually, but as you searched up nearby studios to do such a thing, long arms slithered around your waste.

"Your boyfriend is very mad." He huffed.

"Oh dear," you chuckled at his nuzzling into your neck, his fur tickling the sensitive skin there, "then I better-"

You were cut off by your own gasp, feeling the sharp pain of Dogday biting onto your shoulder. He didn't have teeth, yet the effect of the bite was still there, stinging into your skin to soon become an unsightly bruise.

"You better not move." Dogday grumbled. His arms shifted, hands grabbing your waist to haul you over his shoulders. You boggled his strength, despite this not being the first he'd pick you up. "I'm getting revenge."

Revenge turned out to be a form of torture. You could hardly stand it, jerking and whimpering with each slow, long thrust Dogday gave. He had already spent what felt like hours eating you out, working you open so you could easily sink back onto it cock, but he never let you cum.

He pulled away to catch his breath before you could reach that high. No sweet words or pitiful begging could move him, because as he reminded you, he wasn't your boyfriend. He wasn't someone who wanted to see you cum. He was someone who wanted to see you destroyed.

So here you were, on your hands and knees, hips jerking against the grip of Dogday's hands. He didn't let you move, merely hauling you back onto him and pushing you off in smooth motions. It felt like a wave on the ocean, a careful push and pull that sent your head into the clouds above.

By the time you finally felt something build, he sat you back onto him, letting you cockwarm until he felt that your orgasm was far enough away. And when your arms eventually gave out and your head buried into the pillows, he flipped you over, pinning your hands above your head so you couldn't even touch him as he rutted into you.

You closed your eyes, legs slack as you accepted this as your punishment. Shame bled out of you long ago, and Dogday had your hands pinned anyway, so you just moaned and whined over the breathy chuckles Dogday would give.

"I should just leave you here." He murmured. Your head leaned towards his voice, and he welcomed the gentle nuzzling, peppering your cheek in kisses. "Leave you wanting. You can't cum without me, can you?" You could only gasp as his thrusted harder. "Maybe I will do that. It'd be funny, seeing you so desperate. So wanting for me."

Dogday released your hands. They fired around his neck, fingers tangling in the fur of his back as he hauled your hips higher, thrusting faster.

"I'll cum inside," he panted, "plug you up, and leave you so horny you can't even move."

"Please." You whined, though you weren't sure what you were begging for. It didn't really matter, not with the full, deep, delicious laugh Dogday released.

"April Fools." He whispered, reaching down to fondle you. It didn't take long for you to throw your head back, screaming as your high tore your soul into pieces. "I actually want you to cum, and cum, and cum. All for me. Can you do that?"

You'd do anything, if only to feel his arms around you and his cock deep inside.

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I got you~

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If you're not comfortable writing that's ok 😭 I just need dogday with a breeding kink (consensual ofc) that's all maybe some bondage it doesn't matter I need it (if you're comfortable with that ofc) 💳 💥 please and thank you 🙏

Collar and Leash Me

"Please. . ." Dogday pants, trembling before you. Knelt on the ground, cock stood tall and proud, he whimpers. You just tug on the leash, forcing his head up from your core to your lidded eyes. "Please, angel. . ." He strains against he belts that pin his arms behind his back. "Please, I need it."

"You have to earn it." You tut, yanking his collar again. Dogday moans as his face is forced against your crotch, breathing in the musky smell of sex and sweat. He's quick to roll his tongue against you, without even being asked. "That's a good boy."

Dogday eats like a man starved, rolling his tongue against your clenching hole. He's desperate, pent up, and so hopeful that you'll allow him the chance to be inside you, to cum inside you. You need to be readied for him, he knows, but you also deserve so much pleasure for allowing him to even taste you.

Dogday knows he could die a happy man just from feeling you cum on his tongue. He could cum from pleasuring you, even. But he won't, not when you've promised him all the rounds he could want, after he's been such a good boy for you.

You giggle, a little breathless from how vigorous Dogday is being. He hardly comes up for air, instead drowning himself in you while his tail wags so fast you'd think he has two of them.

"That's it." You moan, falling back onto the mattress. The leash goes with you, and Dogday moans, buried deeper against you. "Good boy. . . I think. . . I think I'm ready now."

Dogday perks up. He pulls back with a small whimper, but scrambles to his feet when you crock a finger at him. It's stumbling and clumsy, but he crawls onto the bed with you.

You flop against the pillows, chuckling as Dogday follows suit. His chest presses against your, his gasps for air hot against your neck.

"Please?" He asks you, head spinning now that his cock is pressed against you. He doesn't dare more without permission, however. "Angel. . ?"

You carefully reach down with your free hand. "Yes, Dogday." You carefully line him up, and ease the tapered tip inside. Your voice sings to him in sweet gasps and breathy moans. "Breed me, good boy."

Dogday doesn't have to be asked twice. He obeys easily, thrusting into your warm, wet heat. He starts shallow, deliriously joyous to be connected with you so intimately. How he wishes he could touch you, but he knows better to complain while being blessed by an angel.

You tug at his leash once he's bottomed out. Dogday stills with only a soft whimper of protest. His balls feel so achingly tight, but you are in charge, and Dogday would cut his legs back off before disobeying his sweet angel.

It takes a torturous moment for you to adjust to his size, but heaven soon comes when you pull his leash once more.

"Breed me, Dogday." You command him, and Dogday loses his mind.

"Yes, angel!" He chants, sweet prayers to his one and only. He thrusts recklessly, no rhythm or tempo to be found, but each impact of his hips sends you bouncing with how strong he is. "Yes, angel! Yes, my angel!"

You clench around his cock, wordlessly begging for what's to come. And Dogday could never deny you, not when you look up at him with cloudy, wet eyes so full of love and lust. He moves faster for you until the bed sounds ready to collapse under his strength.

The collar around his throat suddenly tightens. For a moment, Dogday's air gets cut off, and it's like his head pops through the clouds. His body burns white hot like the sun above, and he cums so hard that stars blossom before his vision.

Dogday howls, thanking you between sobbing chants of your name. He grinds his cock into you, forcing his cum as deep as he can get it. He has to breed you properly, he has to, else he'll die so unfulfilled.

And when the stars fade and the heat wanes, Dogday looks down at you. Bliss paints itself across your face, flushed and happy. You look up at him, so utterly proud that Dogday, despite his slight exhaustion, has to wag his tail.

"Good boy." You sigh. Dogday hums, overjoyed to have pleased you, only to cry out when your hips roll. "Do it again."

He sobs to know paradise has finally found him in your embrace. "Yes, angel!"

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Imagine Reader wearing an angel costume in an occasion. Dogday would be over the moon for sure!

My Angel Above

You figured it'd be a cute little "prank" in a sense. Dogday always called you angel, and you figured a cute costume from the store would make him smile. It wasn't even anything fancy or expensive, just a simple white dress with feathery wings and a sparkly halo.

"Dogday!" You called, once you were satisfied with your look.

"Coming, angel!" He called back, followed by the heavy thumps of his movements through the home. It wasn't long before he appeared in the doorway, tail already wagging as he looked at you.

And then he froze.

Dogday stopped moving entirely, even his tail falling still as he just stared at you. You could feel his eyes scanning over the silly costume, so to stave off any awkward air, you did a little twirl to show off.

"What do you think?" You asked with a lopsided grin. "Now you actually have a reason to call me angel!"

At your laugh, Dogday darted into the room. He plopped himself right at your feet, arms coming around your legs (nearly forcing your knees to fold). Your hands braced on his head as it nuzzled into your stomach.

"Angel. . ." Dogday breathed like it was a prayer to the gods above. He gazed up at you in utter reverence, like you personally hung the stars in the sky and kissed their warmth into his skin. "My angel. . ."

A blush bloomed across your face. This wasn't the reaction you expected to your silly costume. You wanted him to smile and laugh, but this. . . wasn't too bad either.

You giggled, stroking his soft ears before cupping his cheeks. "Yeah, I guess that's right. Your angel, and yours alone."

Dogday melted, sinking his weight further into you as he gave you such a heartsick stare. You could practically see the hearts in his eyes, and it only made you giggle more.

And it earned Dogday a waterfall of kisses, officially making this the best day in his entire life.

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Ok.... imagine if Dogday did some dog thing in secret, whether it be chewing on a bone, or playing with a dog toy, and Peanuts just shows up and teased him.

Interloper: Hypocrite

“Shoo!” Dogday ushers Peanuts out of the room, despite the pup’s whining. “Leave angel alone! They don’t have time to rub your belly all day!”

Peanuts barks at him, but runs off, no doubt to go beg for tummy rubs from Kissy or Poppy, whoever he finds first. Dogday huffs in approval, swinging the door closed as he trots back towards the bed.

You smile at him, and his tail starts wagging. “Hi, angel.”

“Hi, Dogday.” You giggle, patting the bed. Dogday’s quick to join you, curling up at your side. He lays on his back, stomach exposed, and sighs happily with his arms behind his head. “Silly.”

Your hand combs through the lighter fur of his stomach, careful to avoid the heavy zipper that cuts through his middle. You’re far more gentle when touching that part, fingers ghosting along where metal meets fur. The feeling is indescribable, but has Dogday shivering in faint delight.

His foot bounces some when your other hand begins to scratch behind his ear. It’s perfect, it’s heavenly, it’s-

“Owo?”

Dogday jerks, staring shocked into the unamused face of Peanuts. His eyes flicker towards the door, only to find it wide open.

“. . . Shit.”

“Dogday!” You scold, lightly bapping your fist to the top of his head. Peanuts barks at him, echoing your upset, eyes narrowed and stomping his little feet. Like he’s the one that was betrayed. “No swearing in front of the kids!”

Peanuts snaps at the hand Dogday tries to raise, crawling onto the bigger toy’s chest. Seemingly smug, Peanuts flops onto his back and presents his tummy.

Dogday just lies sullenly as you begin to rub Peanuts’ tummy.

“Mad you got got, huh?”

“Shut up, angel.”

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This is gonna be so foul for the dad dogday fans but I find the idea so funny if Mommy long legs just gets wind of Y/N’s situation and surprise adopting them (pssst, kidnapping). It’s… debated to anyone how Mommy’s mentally doing but I can see her being rational (delusional) to take Y/N take care of them herself like their dad couldn’t do 🙄 Also the other idea that Mommy… probably?? Knows dogday being Y/N’s dad so it could be a funny side eye.

Mother Dearest

"Hush, little baby, don't say a word." Mommy sang, carefully carrying you about the rafters. You struggled against the rubbery limbs that wrapped you so tight you could feel your skin burning from the drag. You tried to bite on the bite that gagged your mouth, but Mommy didn't even flinch. "Mommy's going to buy you a mockingbird."

"MOMMY!" The howl shook the whole building. Mommy hummed, head lowering enough to see where Dogday was dragging himself after her and her newest little one. "LET THEM GO!"

"They need a mother." Mommy cooed, uncaring of the bark of the dog below. "And you heard, didn't you, Dogday? Their father. . . a deadbeat."

Dogday flinched back, but didn't stop. Legs be damned, he wouldn't let her torture you. Not after what you already had to deal with at the Game Station. He'd save you, he'd make sure you never got hurt again. He swore it to himself, so how did that long-limbed freak get the drop on him?

A painful lump choked Dogday, but he fought through it. Mommy was getting farther ahead, and he could see her dangling you about, your eyes bright with fear and pain. His kid. . . his little angel. . .

Dogday forced his sore arms to drag himself faster, before the fear in his chest swallowed him whole.

"And if that diamond ring turns brass," Mommy sang, pulling herself through the vent above. Her voice echoed around, from all sides. You squirmed harder, "Mommy's going to buy you a looking glass."

Your head strains, the rubber slipping off your face enough for you to release one, strangled shout.

"DOGDAY!" You cried.

Dogday shouted after you, your name a tear right through his heart as you disappeared into the dark with Mommy. Where was she taking you? How would he get to you.

He paced, whining loudly as he tried to sort his thoughts. Mommy would go the Game Station, right? Was she going to hurt you? But what if she chose another place? Was she going to kill you? Would Dogday be able to get to it, even with Kissy and Poppy's help?

What if Mommy told you everything?

Dogday dropped down, exhaustion wiping him out as heavy, deep sobs finally spilled out of him. He cried for you, cried for what he lost again, after all these years swearing to do better if he ever saw you again. His baby, his little angel, taken from him. Again.

He really was a useless father. He didn't value you, he didn't protect you, and now he's lost you all over again.

He had to save you, but moving was so hard. Dogday's arms felt like lead, and his old injuries were flaring up again. He tried to convince himself, to remind himself that he was doing this all for you, to keep you safe.

But he failed at every turn. Poppy and Kissy could save you, easier than he could. You were resourceful too, smart and strong, despite how horrible he was. You could probably get yourself out of this mess.

Dogday curled up into a ball of self pity, struggling to tune out of the ringing in his ears. He thought of your scared eyes despite his best attempts, pleading and begging him to come save you. You called to him, to him, for help. Not Kissy, not Poppy, but him.

And now here he was, wallowing, while you were being taken further and further away.

Dogday scrubs away tears, hiccuping. His arms tremble, but he pushes himself up, and starts to crawl again. He needed help. He needed resources.

He was going to save you. Even if it killed him.

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HES OUR HUBBY!!!!!!!

could you write a fic where y/n calls Dogday their husband to see how he would react to it?

Since I doubt they could ever legally be married, maybe after years together, y/n just thinks it feels right for him to be referred to as that

Pubby Hubby

"I'm ordering pizza." You call into the house. Dogday, nestled on the couch with a conked out Peanuts and Biscuits, watches you dart in and out of rooms as the phone rings, trying to get orders and preferences. "Poppy! Cheese? Or pepperoni? Kissy wants Canadian bacon right? Guys??"

Dogday chuckled to himself, quietly not to wake the kids all cuddled up on his chest. Biscuits gives quiet purrs as he gently pets along the kitten's back, while Peanuts kicks and rolls side to side, only protected from falling off Dogday and the couch by a well placed arm.

He's so preoccupied with his boys he almost doesn't notice you return. You're out of breath, phone up to your ear as you give him an exhausted look. He chuckles again.

"What do you want?" You ask, voice hushed.

"Just pepperoni is fine, angel."

You eyeball him. "Meat lovers it is." Dogday huffs at you, but you're already talking on the phone. "And my husband would like a large meat lovers pizza please."

You wander off, leaving Dogday struck on the couch. He stares at you, watching you dance around as you chat with the pizza place on the phone. Did you even realize what you called him? Did you mean it?

Dogday flops onto his back, heart hammering loud enough to wake Biscuits. The kitten lazily stretches, batting away a stray limb flail from Peanuts, and crawls up Dogday's chest to curl up under his chin.

"Our kids." Dogday recalls you saying, in reference to the two mini toys that followed you both around everywhere.

That would. . . make you spouses, wouldn't it? He'd be your husband. The father of your kids.

A whine escapes Dogday, loud and distressed as he covers his face in embarrassment.

"Ah!" You jump, not expecting such a loud nose. Especially when high pitched crying follows it up. "Sorry. . . My family is a bit rambunctious."

Your family! Dogday grins into his palms.

It's a dream come true.

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Dogday and Angel deserve a happy ending!!!! What's your idea on their dynamic once angel brings dogday to her home finally?? I'm sobbing I love them sm

Sweet Tea on a Sunny Day

"My love," Dogday shivered as your hand ran over the fur of his back, "I know it's nice outside, but I made sandwiches for lunch. Aren't you hungry?"

Dogday peels his eyes open, shifting hiss head back to look up at you. The sun frames your visage, a golden glow that just warms him further. He doesn't want to move, doesn't want to leave this moment of peace. But sandwiches sound yummy, and he is getting hungry.

You chuckle at his sleepy blinks. "How 'bout this, handsome: I'll bring the sandwiches out here. It's a nice day to eat outside. I'll even make you some sweet tea to drink."

"Angel. . ." Dogday said, barely a rumble in his chest.

You press a warm kiss to his forehead. "Relax, big guy. I'll be right back."

Dogday gives a halfhearted whine when you eventually stand up and head back into the house. He wants you to stay with him, but he's feeling far too lazy to get up and chase after you. You're coming back anyhow. You always came back for him, ever since the very start.

It's almost strange, the peacefulness of this new life. Dogday expected to die in a dark, damp hold in the cursed ground of a slaughterhouse. Instead, he lies in the crisp grass, the blades poking his cheeks, as he bathes in the sun, the real sun. His days are lazy and safe, full of food and good company.

It's heaven, and Dogday sometimes wonders if he deserves it. Does he deserve your smiles, Poppy's laughter, Kissy's playful paps to his head? Does he deserve a full tummy, a warm bed, and safety?

"Hungry, honeybun?"

Does he deserve sugary sweet nicknames and kind hands? Maybe, or maybe he doesn't. But Dogday doesn't care.

He takes your hand from the plate, and kisses it. Your giggles are like music against the calls of the cicadas. Dogday could listen to it forever.

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here’s an idea I had; maybe the survivors caring for Angel in a bit of a reversal of roles? Nothing too angsty, just soft moments of the toys fretting over an Angel with a flu :)c

Sunday Night Fever

You whined. Dogday whined back. He didn’t enjoy how horrible you felt, and he wished he could take it from you. But he couldn’t, nor could he stay with you. He was the only one of the trio you saved that could actually make you food, hot soup and tea. So even though you whined to him, hands gripping his fur and tugging him to you, he had to stand up.

Kissy was quick to take his place. Any complaint you tried to voice through your raw throat was silenced as you snuggled into soft pink fur. Dogday watched, pacing in place for a moment as he fought the urge to fight Kissy for the right to your cuddles. Luckily, Poppy calling for him from the kitchen took his attention and helped him refuse temptation.

“I wish we could make them something homemade.” Poppy said, as Dogday shuffled over to the stove. “We’ll have to learn some recipes from them when they’re better.”

“We’re lucky there was food in the house.” Dogday agreed. It was tragic irony, for you to only fall once you returned to the comfort and safety of your home. But luckily it allowed him and the others the ability to start to return the favor you bestowed upon them during that hellish time in the factory.

Heating up the soup and making tea wasn’t too hard. You had at least shown them how to make tea that very first night they arrived. And here in the next morning, they were putting your lessons to work.

Dogday, with Poppy on his shoulder, carried the soup and tea in either hand. You were half asleep, curled around Kissy like you were both one entity. Kissy luckily coaxed you into sitting up once she saw the food ready.

“Here you are, angel.” Dogday placed the tea on the nightstand, holding the soup before you. Your head swam, stuffed with cotton, but you could recognize the spoon hovering near your mouth. “Open up.”

“Thank you.” You muttered, blowing aimlessly to cool down the soup before you accepted it into your mouth. I wa’s salty and good. Your sore throat soothed. “Thank you, guys.”

“You saved us, angel.” Poppy said, as Dogday continued to feed you. “You rescued us. You’ve given us another chance. This is the least we can do.”

Kissy nodded, nuzzling into the top of your head.

And as tears began to roll down your cheeks, the three just cooed, brushing your tears away and feeding you soup and tea, anything you wanted until you were back in full health once again. They’d do anything for you, their guardian angel, and the kindest person they’d ever met.

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i looove you dogday fics [especially you interloper fics] and it got me thinking

what if other plush critters started going up to the reader for affection/food and this cause peanuts to feel replaced [like a certain dog we know] and maybe dogday comforts him [and himself] that their angle still loves them

all tho i like these two being enemies i love the thought of them slowly becoming friends :]

Interloper: Common Ground

Dogday recognizes himself in Peanuts, thankfully not a lot, but in this moment they are the same. He lies on the floor, Peanuts a few feet away. The pup whines and whimpers, the saddest eye locked on you.

Dogday cocks his head back to where you sit. Biscuits has climbed onto your head, watching as a bunny and chicken both fight over space in your lap, only for a bear to shove its way between them. A flurry of shrieks strike up in protest, though they hush when you laugh, gathering them all up into your arms for some kisses.

"Not fun, is it?" Dogday remarks, not that Peanuts acknowledges him. The pup whines again, louder, but you can't hear over Biscuits hissing and swatting at the critters trying to get onto your shoulders. "Now you know how I feel when you monopolize their time."

Peanuts looks to Dogday, sadly walking over to sit near him. His little head nuzzles beneath Dogday's chin, hiding away from the world around him. Dogday hums in sympathy, one large hand stroking the pup's back.

"It'll be okay." Dogday says. "Angel will come to us eventually. And you'll get all the love you want."

Peanuts whines, but his body relaxes as he conforms to the shape of Dogday's chest. Dogday moves his hand to Peanuts' stomach, scratching under his ribs how he's seen you do. Peanuts' leg bounces happily.

A tiny lick hits Dogday's cheek. He snorts.

Maybe the kid isn't so bad. Not that you'll ever catch Dogday saying it.

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do you think you could do a dogday x reader where dogday calms the reader down from a panic attack? i’m just thinking about how if i was put into players position i would freak out 😭‼️.

TAKE YOUR TIME 🫶🏽🫶🏽💕💕

You’re Safe With Me

It’s truly nothing that sets it off.

Limp wires curl down from the rafters in gentle loops, silhouetted against the dim, flickering lights that have yet to burn out. You know they’re there, you can see them, and yet. . .

When one falls from the ceiling, attached to frayed wires that look like a clawed hand, you hit the ground hard enough to give yourself a concussion.

You can see it, the pink rubber, hear the shriek of her voice. Cheater, a fly in her web to be eaten once the games were lost. You didn’t lose, but you feel like you did. Curled up on the floor of the factory, sobbing, from the mere fall of a wire.

Your mind is assaulted with Mommy’s grimace of a smile, flashes of her crawling after you like a spider, limbs stretching out to grab you, to break you like a hated toy. Your body surges with heat against the cold concrete floor, curling up tight to protect yourself against an enemy that is no longer there.

Then something cold presses against your cheek. Your body reels from the shock of it, clearing your foggy mind enough to remember where you are, who you’re with.

Dogday whines, pressing his nose to your cheek again. “Angel, please. Breathe.”

Your lungs are burning.

With a gasp, you suck in as much dusty air as you can hold. It fills your lung, expands them in a way that makes your chest feel ready to burst. It escapes in a rush as well, leaving you panting and shaking.

Dogday whines again. “You’re okay. I am here. You’re safe, angel, I promise.”

“Sh-she’s-”

“Gone.” Dogday says, the finality in his voice grounding you to the moment. You feel his fur against your side, his hands running around your back, stroking your hair. “She’s gone. And you’re here, safe.”

It’s your turn to whine, a low, pathetic noise that precedes the torrential downpour of tears. Dogday whines right back at you, nudging your side until you roll enough to let him in. His body takes up the deafening space, and though you’re so hot and not feeling the best, you cling to him.

Because Dogday is real and he’s there. He’s safe, a beacon in the sea of your mind to remind you that she’s in the past and you’re here, with him. Safe.

And he’ll make sure you stay that way.

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Catnap has a particular hatred for DogDay. This makes it difficult for Angel to sneak around Playcare undetected, but he'd never leave his friend behind.

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Baby Blues

“Imagine presenting Peanuts all bundled up in blankets to Dogday and being like OUR SON”

This is the ask I can’t fucking find losing my damn mind gonna write it anyway because fuck you tumblr I’m not a simple bitch my memory STRONG

Dogday knew something was wrong the moment he walked into the room and saw you stood up, bouncing and rocking side to side. A aimless melody tumbled out of your mouth, mixed with soft giggles and coos. He had half a mind to walk right back out and not be caught up in whatever this was, but he was curious as to what you were doing.

And you had turned around and spotted him before he could get away anyhow.

“Dogday!” You sang, practically beaming to see him. It easily softened him up, but he didn’t overlook the bundle of blue blankets in your arms. Were you playing a game? “Come here! Look!”

Dogday obeyed, walking over to where you stood. He tried to peer into the blankets, but you just pressed them into his arms. They came up to cradle the bundle how you did, supporting its weight and tucking it against his chest. You leaned close, one hand on his bicep as the other pushed back a corner of the blanket.

Peanuts stared back up at him, a happy, albeit sleepy, “owo” escaping the pup at the sight of Dogday.

“Our son!” You said, before Dogday could even process anything. “He looks just like you!”

Dogday looked at you, then looked at Peanuts. The pup settled down into his arms easily, like their months of war meant nothing.

“Angel?”

“Hm?”

Dogday paused. He. . . felt strange. The idea of a baby, of him a father, of you his spouse, of a family with you three and the “aunties” (as he no doubt expected you to call them) here as well, it all sat upon him like a heavy weight. He never expected anything like this when he was in the factory. Sure, he played house with the kids sometimes but. . . this was different.

This was domestic and normal and sweet and everything Dogday never expected to get back once he became who he was today. But yet here it was, within reach, should he just try to grab it.

A hand brushed back his ear. “Dogday?” You leaned down some, catching his eye. “You okay, sunshine?”

Dogday felt he could be sick with how much he loved you in that moment.

“I’m okay, angel.” He said, knocking his head to yours. “Let’s. . .” He eyed Peanuts, snoozing away in his bundle. “Let’s put the baby down, and watch a movie.”

You grinned ear to ear, happily leading the way to the bedroom. “Yeah! Let’s watch the Polar Express. It’s a Christmas classic!”

“It’s March, angel.”

“A classic!”

Stars above, did he love you.

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This is such an original idea to interpret the player! And the relationship between them is very good too ♡

I got Poppy Playtime on the brain, so Worker OC and DogDay Au it is!

Angel is smol but determined.

Also, I'm too lazy to draw the grab pack. Imagine it's there. 😂

[mxrychxxn]

Being a base model can come in handy sometimes, but it does a number on one's nerves. Luckily, Angel has an emotional support dog to help out.

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Hope you’re having a great day so far! Can you do a dogdayxreader where the reader takes care of a sick dogday shortly after being rescued if possible please? (I feel like he’d be taken aback to being carefully tended for after only knowing suffering for so long)

Stress Fever

Dogday would be the first to admit he was pretty stressed out. Being locked in a dungeon and tortured will do that to a guy. He already didn't feel one hundred percent (nor was he literally or physically one hundred percent either), but it didn't occur to him just how bad he was until he was lying in your arms, far away from his prison cell.

A whine curled within his throat as Poppy carefully sewed his ripped edges with extra fabric you had found. It hurt, so bad, but it needed to be done. He could at least be soothed by your hands stroking along his head and his back, your apologies and encouragements flowing through his ears.

But even bathed in your divine attention, Dogday still felt like utter shit.

You were talking above him, saying things his brain couldn't quite comprehend. But you were still petting him, letting him curl up into your lap despite his size compared to yours. He felt hot and heavy, heavier than he ever did hanging from those damned belts.

It only waned when you let him sip water from your bottle, refreshing and cool.

"You're okay." He heard you whisper, as his world began to shift. He clung to you, lest he fall in the mess of blankets and pillows the safe space appeared to possess. You kept close, kissing on his muzzle, twirling the longer fur of his ears around your fingers. "You'll feel better in no time. Just rest. I'll be right here."

Dogday pawed at your waist, nose buried in your stomach. He whined, sounding as pathetic as he felt.

"I wished we had medicine for you." You murmured, more to yourself than him. You clutched him ever closer, like he cloud meld into you. Slowly, back and forth you went, rocking ever so slowly. "Or something good for you to eat. This place is ransacked, though. . ."

Dogday couldn't remember feeling quite like. . . this. You rocked him, murmuring sweet things, keeping him company and safe and bundled and warm and hydrated. Dogday remembered being a leader, being in charge, the one to give comfort and protection.

He couldn't recall a time where he was on the other end of the comforting hand. But he found it was nice, even when he felt so miserable. He felt safe, he felt like he wasn't alone, like he wasn't ever going to be alone again. And it felt good.

Dogday fell asleep to your soft voice, and woke up to your sleepy smile. That alone was far more potent than any medicine in the world.