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Too many men are written as “dom daddy” types in fics.

Like be for real, that man would be honored to be your floor mat.

He’s not giving orders, he’s taking them.

Stop being afraid, put on your big boots, and step on that man.

the swordsman slept through it, thoroughly accustom to the reindeer joining him during his slumber, but you? your heart could never resist waking up to greet him.

two sets of sleepy eyes meet under the moonbeams that weave their way into the hushed room. you offer him a drowsy smile, opening your arms to invite the little guy in your hold. he happily accepts, as always, wiggling his way in between you guys as your fingers brush through the soft tufts of fur on his head.