#Can You Get High On Cat Pee
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💬 I’d love to put Pin and Joel in a compromising position (as innocent or as spicy as you like) where someone walks in on them. Specifically either Ellie or Tommy. Someone that will make Joel burn bright red with embarrassment as they rib him mercilessly. And even though Pin would normally be mortified seeing Joel squirm is so endearing and hilarious for her.
(P.S. huge fan girl of your writing ♥️)
Rookie Mistake
Seams sleepover micro drabble request | 590 words | warnings: rated a very light E, making out and touching in a semi-public place | can be read independently of the series but is part of the Seams universe
This is an extension of Hallow'seams, following immediately from the end of that drabble. I recommend a re-read it before diving into this one!
Joel knows it’s a rookie mistake. It’s embarrassing, really.
But when it comes down to it, it’s your fault. All the blood from his head rushes south once he spots that little costume of yours, until the only thought left is to hold you to your invitation.
‘And what does my champion demand as punishment -'
He never thought much of the toolbelt, a hand-me-down he picked up at the local shop in his first weeks in Jackson.
But on you, it’s something else. Gripping the well-worn leather, he manhandles you across the small space of the bathroom to press you against a waist-high cupboard, and you take the smack on your ass as a cue to hop onto the surface with a grin.
And with that, he’s fucking throbbing for you, straining against the cheap, fake leather gladiator skirt. He knows not much can happen here, but the sound of the party just outside the flimsy door lends an excitement that makes his breath ragged.
Tipping you back so that you’re leaning against the wall, he pushes your legs apart to stand in between them. He pulls roughly on the toolbelt, prompting a gasp from you when he jolts your hips into his, rasping, ‘How am I supposed to look at that from now on, huh?’
‘Let’s just hope Tommy doesn’t borrow it,’ you sass back.
He growls at your retort, as if he can get any harder than he already is. ‘I got half a mind to tell you what to do with that smart mouth, sweetheart -’
Grabbing the scruff of his cape, you pull him in for a hard kiss, the boldness coaxing a deep groan out of him as he presses into you, big hands palming your ass and pulling you flush against him, hips rolling, rubbing his clothed cock between your thighs, chasing friction through the layers -
‘Holy shit!’
It takes Joel a second to pull back from you, the beer in his system rendering him slow to respond to the sudden interruption. But still, his first instinct is to shield you from whoever it was that showed up at the door.
That whoever turns out to be his little brother, in a baker’s costume (Maria is the oven with the bun, get it?), with a shit-eating grin on his face, leaning on the doorframe like the cat with the cream.
‘Get the fuck out of here, Tommy!’
‘I don’t know about that, big brother. Looks like you need me to rescue you from the big bad contractor trying to get under your skirt,’ he grins and waves at you over Joel’s shoulder. ‘Hey, Pin!’
Going beet red, fists clenching, Joel spits out, ‘Goddamnit, I mean it, fuck off Tommy!’
‘I wish I could, but Maria needs to pee. You know how pregnant women are.’
Breathing a frustrated breath through the nose, he grunts. ‘Fine. We’ll be right out.’
The door closes with a thud, and with an embarrassed groan, he presses his forehead to yours. ‘Sorry my brother’s such a dick, sweetheart.’
‘I heard that!’ comes Tommy’s indignant reply through the door.
You laugh, combing a hand through his tousled hair, but your glazed eyes tell him that you’re no happier at the disruption than he is. ‘What else are little brothers for?’
Making room for you, Joel catches you when you hop off the cupboard, and just so you know that the night is far from over, he slants his lips over yours in a heated kiss.
‘So - your place or mine, sweetheart?’
Note: Thank you for this request @pedroacrossthestreet! It was so fun to revisit Hallow'seams, and I absolutely had to have Tommy walk in on them, you know that man would give Joel shit for months to come 😉
Thank you @firefly-graphics for the divider.
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aot men beige flags
eren, jean, reiner , levi , armin , connie
!: sfw
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eren:
☆ makes weird voices.
high pitched, low pitched, shaky he doesn’t care.
like sometimes as a bit he just uses weird accents and stuff.
he’ll speak like a caveman for one day.
“me want ooga burga” he’ll scratch his head like one too
and you’ll just stare at him like, “this mfs crazy” bcs literally wtf is he on about?!
the next day he’s trying to sound french
“oui oui mon amour”
and he’s wiggling his brows and has his imaginary mustache in between his fingers.
☆ his next one is he’s kind of oblivious to a lot of things.
you can pull out the ugliest outfit known to man to test him and he’ll say “that looks so good baby”
not bcs he’s setting u up. no, because he doesn’t think that lime green ripped jeans and a orange cropped hoodie look bad together.
you’ll have to show him what fashion looks like and he’ll get better as time goes on.
jean:
the tickle monster.
☆ when you’re around him u have to watch your back. he’s serious about it.
u can have a super cute sentimental moment with him and he’ll pull it out.
“i really love you baby.” you’d say
“who else do you love, because i know you’re cheating on me with him.”
and you’re like WHAT.
“with who?!”
he’d pause and stare at you for a few seconds.
“THE TICKLE MONSTER!”
and he’d tickle you until you can’t breathe and almost pee yourself.
and after that you don’t trust him but then proceed to slip up multiple times.
u guys are gonna hate me for this next one…
☆ he does “the face” when he’s gonna kiss u
u guys know what i’m talking about
“the face guys make when they go in for a kiss”
his isn’t horrid, only because he’s attractive
sometimes he actually over exaggerates it to piss you off.
it’s not super horrible but it’s giggle worthy
reiner:
☆ he’s a cringe bf. unironically. it’s sweet but not all the time.
by cringe i mean “i just found out about periods, god it must suck to be a beautiful goddess :/.”
or he’s like
“hey! tell you’re period it can’t hurt you like that, it’s not cool!”
☆ he’s also a scaredy-cat.
behind all that muscle is a big baby.
he jumps at scary movies even when he knows what happens next.
cannot play something like fnaf with him
he will throw the phone and scream like he got stabbed in his chest.
he’s probably still scared of the dark but it’s kind of sweet idk. he literally cuddles with you at night like a mother and her baby. you’re practically holding him like a frail little princess, except he’s kind of the exact opposite.
this is actually kind of cute though..
levi:
☆ now his beige flag is that he can be SUPER sarcastic. ik he is.
he’s super snarky and sassy.
like he’s the type to tell what’s considered a ‘corny dad joke’ but instead he’d say it with a stoic face.
like if youre talking and couldn’t remember and say something like “remember when umm…” and you just sit there and think, he’d come back with “no i don’t remember when that happened”.
he wouldn’t laugh or anything.
i feel like that’s why it’s funny. he could make a childish poop or fart joke and it would only be funny bcs he looks like this 😐
he would own a stupid t-shirt that says something like, “find your patience before i lose mine”.
☆ he’s a karen as well. he’s not super bad but like at restaurants and stuff when his foods not right or the tables are not bussed…
i’d be in the bathroom crying my mascara off if i was his waitress
armin:
☆ he’s scared of animals.
this includes typical house pets like dogs or cats.
it’s bcs “they don’t speak , so you’ll never know what they’ll do next.”
his fear stems from one small thing that happened when he was younger.
a cat jumped onto his lap.
he thought it was trying to attack him and so he screamed and the cat got scared.
that’s it.
he can’t even visit the zoo because he’s scared the animals will break out. (he’s super serious about it, it’s not even something he jokes about)
he’s tried to like animals and it worked for a while.
until the dog started to play a little too much to his liking.
☆ also he just randomly informs you of random facts.
completely random.
you could be on the toilet and he’ll come in the bathroom like, “a shrimps heart is in its head…”
no “did you know?” or “isn’t it cool that?” he just says it.
if you ever go onto a game show you’ll probably win it with all the useless knowledge he’s given u.
connie:
☆ you could tell him the most god awful thing happened to you and he’ll be like
“wait, this reminds me of something that happened in something i just watched.”
he’ll proceed to whip out his phone and show you the tv show, news report, tiktok. whatever it was he saw.
this tends to happen to every experience that you have.
you could be held hostage and they’ll call him for ransom and somehow it reminds him of this one part of a tv show.
sometimes it’s funny sometimes it’s not.
☆ he sleeps like he hasn’t slept since the day he was born.
he hops into the bed and sits there for 1 minute before he starts snoring aggressively.
he looks dead, like actually…
sprawled out and snoring with his mouth open.
one time he slept with his eyes wide open and you shook him awake panicking.
he belittled you and was all smart and cocky saying “i would never sleep with my eyes wide open” even though he did.
he sleeps to the rain sounds with the thunder. but sometimes is so sleepy and forgets about it.
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a/n: heyooo! b4 u guys request it, im doing girls next ;). i just think this trend is the cutest thing ever, plus it feels good to write fluff. also im actually getting back to requests. like frl this time, i’ve been grinding non stop all night so i could be done by hopefully friday. feel free to request cute things u guys, i will absolutely write it! and also feel free to request other characters, i feel like u guys don’t request them bcs u guys don’t see them and so u think i won’t do them. trust i probs will!
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TUG: Hennessy pourin’ and shit getting fluid
taglist; @littlegingerperson5 @lil-elliesgf @bready101 @lmaoo-spiderman @elliescoolerwife @girlrotterr @les4elliewilliams @ellseasp @elsgirll @mikellie @radioheadfan699 @boobdrug @backedbeansh @a-little-bit-of-everybody
n/a: 1.3K words, no proof read. Go with the flow because it might be corny, I blame it on Heartbreak High😭😭 Love you all and I hope everybody is on the taglist.
INDEX
Believe it or no, Ellie and you can behave as friends. Good Friends.
“Fuck!”
Friends that go to shop together in need of best friend advice, Friends that casually hang out at the Ice Cream Shop and maybe share the same spoon and try not to make it dirty, Friends that would paint each other nails, etc.
“Keep it down”
¿Green or Red Dress? Skirt. ¿Skirt? Yeah, friends give advice on clothes all the time, they want you to shine and look your best but be comfortable for any situation, like if you go to a Party, you will move a lot, you need something easy to let you do that, something easy to slide…
“Ellie…”
Now, in case of going to a party, you have to pre-game! Take out that strawberry vodka bottle out of the closet and pour the shots ¿What are you waiting for? 1, 2, 3… okay, okay, you might want to slow down, that’s half the bottle, you have to walk to the frat party, of course you have a good friend like Ellie that will put her arm around your waist to help you, yep it tingles. BUTTERFLIES OF FRIENDSHIP.
“You see? The skirt was the best option”
“I-It wa- god, yes yes yessss”
You’re a little bit more sober, enough to walk to the centre and dance. Dina is much better choice for a dancing partner, she will hype you even more than alcohol can, also she knows all the popular songs, she will scream them together with you and will jump of euphoria when they put that one song ¡Oh yeah! She has to grab Jesse to dance to this one, you get it.
“Who’s in the bathroom?! There’s a line waiting!”
“¡Almost done, dude, wait! … ¿Almost done, baby?”
“mmmhm s’close”
Cat’s not here
YET. She will, she has to be around her girlfriend always but she’s not now, so she won’t tell Ellie to chill if you grab her to dance this one song, put her hands on your waist, she might be shy at first as if it was the first time you two danced like this, so close to each other, your ass grinding on her pelvis. Yes, you can’t see her but you know that she’s biting her lower lip by the way her grip lowers to your hips, pressing you two even more together.
“Ellie, I barely feel my legs”
This is the most friendly friend thing to do ¡Oh! Actually, it’s not. Going to the bathroom together IS the most friendly friend thing to do as good/best friends to gossip, to check makeup, to hold the hair of the other if there’s vomit involved, to eat your friend out if she made you so fucking horny that you could literally kiss you in front of everyone despise you both being in a relationship with others.
You adjust the skirt and look at yourself in the mirror, the dim light not letting you see if you looked one hundred percent decent, the knocking in the door intensifies, someone must be urgent to get in. A moment ago, you were on the toilet seat with your legs spread out in mid-air, and Ellie’s face was in between them.
“How do I look?”
“As if you’ve seen heaven”
“Cocky much? Let’s get out before-”
When you were opening the door, it got pushed almost making you fall if it wasn’t for Ellie behind you. It was a dude that entered the bathroom quickly pulling down his pants and peeing in the bathtub, oh that was gross, Ellie had to poke you to stop looking and keep walking as you both started laughing.
“What the fuck was that?” Ellie asked putting her arms around your shoulders to keep you close, there was more people in the house than before and the music was even louder. You shrugged looking around to see where Dina and Jesse where, maybe they were outside close by the pool but your eyes spotted someone else, a girl with short black hair dressed in all black with red and white accessories, seated in one of the couches, looking straight at you.
“Ellie!” Cat got up waving at her girlfriend. Quickly she dropped her arm on you and went to hug and kiss her, of course you were following behind her just to plop down in the corner of the couch, looking somewhere else that wasn’t them. “Where were you? I’ve been looking for you! I asked Dina and she had no idea”
“My fault, Cat, the tequila shots sent me straight to the bathroom, Ellie was helping me”
Ellie sat too with her Cat on her lap now and her hand around her waist moving up and down, but why do you care? Good Friends don’t put that face, change that annoyed face! They are the couple, she’s THE girlfriend.
“You two are always together…” She said in a cold tone, almost sending shivers trough your spine and sure Ellie felt the same because she shifted in a better position and cleared her throat “I see the way you look at us sometimes, as if you hate us being together”
“What?”
“Yeah, at first I thought you were homophobic or something like that, but Dina told me that you weren’t and I believed her, maybe I just saw you in a bad mood, but I started to see that your face was always like that when you saw me and Ellie together, so my question is ¿Do you like Ellie? Is that why you act like that, I’ve seen how you look at her sometimes too and maybe she’s too oblivious to see it but I’m not”
She had obviously been drinking a lot before you two met her here but the way she was talking… She had all this thoughts bottled inside of her waiting for the right moment and you for sure knew that it was mostly the alcohol talking because Cat was someone who would address this type of situation in private and maybe watching how close Ellie and you were triggered her.
“Let’s talk when you are sober, Cat, but just so you know, I don’t like Ellie in that way, only as friends and roommates-”
“Oh, for fuck sakes! You are a whore and everybody knows that, you don’t respect your relationship with Daniel and you think because of that you can meddle in between other’s relationships!” She screamed getting up from Ellie’s lap, catching the attention of the people around, you were just looking at her, unbothered of her words, even if they were true. “If you think that your basic slut tricks are going to break up me and Ellie, you are wrong, she would never cheat on my with a skank like you.”
The people started gathering close to you, Dina and Jesse also came outside the moment someone shouted about ‘Ain’t that Daniel’s girl?!’ knowing that it must be you. “You don’t have nothing to say? You’re not going to defend yourself? So it’s fucking true”
“Cat, stop, you’re drunk and overreacting” Ellie said grabbing Cat by the waist and trying to walk away but she shook her head, taking her hand off of her. You could only chuckled, that triggered her more ¿You were laughing at her? No way “Let’s go, please, everybody is looking at us, you will regret this tomorrow”
“I don’t fucking care, Ellie, I know she’s your friend and you care about her but she don��t see you as that, she wants you! Let me cool her down”
The gasp that left your mouth as the cold beer splashed on your face was the same as everyone there, Dina practically ran to grab your arms because she knew how bad that night could end.
“She’s just drunk, forgive her, no need to fight her, please” she started saying dragging you back to the house and get you cleaned up but you stop her. If Cat wanted an answer, you were going to give it to her, since she wanted to act like that.
“Cat…”
Ellie knew that look in your eyes and she knew you two were fucked. That smirk you had in your lips could only mean that you were ready to spill some venom.
“How does my pussy taste?”
Oh, that's not a very good friend thing to do.
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Piss kink with Eddie
♡Masterlist♡
MINORS DNI
May contain Dubcon, you're both high+ drunk,piss obviously
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♡ you both were high as a kite and as drunk as sailors, both of you sitting in the bath on Eddie's lap enjoying the coolness of the tub dressed In nothing but a shirt and panties where eddie wore nothing but pyjama pants, both of you giggling as the other spoke
"Eddie d-do you think dogs and cats are smarter than me?"
"No unless it could speak Spanish"
"Yeah but why can they know what I'm saying like 'sit' 'stay' 'food' and stuff but I cant understand 'meow meow' and 'woof woof'?"
"Good point.. maybe- maybe they are smarter than us what if a dog becomes a scientist one day"
♡ You giggled at him thinking about a puppy in a lab coat, your giggling turned into a fit and you were bent over almost crying at the thought. You wiggled in his lap as you felt you bladder, quickly you pushed on his chest trying to get to the toilet without falling flat on your face from laughing
"Where are you going?"
"Need t'pee- I'm gonna pee- eddieee"
♡ he wrapped his arms around you trapping you against his chest as you giggled trying to escape
"Eddiee le'me go, I'mma pee all over you"
"W-we're in the bath it's okay, we can wash ourselves and our clothes"
"But eddieee 'is dirtyyy gonna get all messy"
"But I dont want you to leave mee"
♡ you laughed at his comment peppering his face with kisses as you brushed his hair away from his face, you sat up in his lap patting his chest as you got comfortable. Soon you began to release your fluids on to his lap, you moaned as you felt your bladder empty and eddie groaned as he felt you piss soak through his pyjama pants and directly on his cock.
♡ his eyes glued to the growing wet patch on your panties, the rise of his pants caught his attention however and he rolled his head back as he felt the warmth on his now growing hard on.
♡ once you were done you let out a few pathetic dribbles, watching the droplets roll down you thighs, laying you head back on Eddie's chest you snuggled into him.
"Can I pee in you?"
"Pee IN me? Like inside of me?"
"Y-yeah- I-its okay if you so no"
♡ you shuffled you body to face him directly before reaching down to his now soaked pants and pulling out his now extremely hard cock, before pulling you panties (which were stuck to your skin) to the side and positioned yourself above him
"Wait I thought guys cant pee when they're hard"
"We should test it and see if I can piss when im hard"
♡ nodding your head your shank down on him, not bouncing or rocking your hips, simply sitting on his cock. Eddie moved around trying to get comfortable so he could piss.
♡ after some repositioning you felt the warm gush of his piss hitting your insides causing you to gasp at the sensation and warmth, you clenched around him making him groan and hold your hips to ground himself
♡ as you felt the liquid stop you stayed there enjoying the feeling of being full, you leaned forward after awhile and felt him fall out of you with a 'POP', his piss gushed out of you and back on his cock which made you bith whimper.
♡ you both looked at each other, covered in eachothers piss, and started laughing
"That was so gross"
"It was for science we- we found out guys can pee with a hard on, w-we're just like the science dog"
♡ you burst into giggles again as the picture re-entered your fuzzy head, he leaned over you and turned on the shower causing both of you to squeal and scream as the cold water came crashing down on you soon quieting down as the water heated up.
♡ when you both woke up the next morning (all clean and fresh) you joked about how gross eddie had made you
♡ however that wouldnt be the last time you both experimented with pee
♡ he had fingered you for what felt like forever 'opening you up' he said but you didnt believe him, you had never needed this much prep before and your poor little clit was getting all sore and puffy from his abuse you squirted on his fingers and that still hadnt seemed to be enough. During your 3rd orgasm he had let you take a break only so he knew your bladder would fill, he filled you with his cock before you could recover fully, as he pounded into you he pressed on your stomach
"E-Eddie wait stop- I'm gonna pee- I need to pee eddie please"
"Piss on me baby c'mon i dont mind, you've done it before"
♡ feeling your pussy constrict around him as your hot piss soaked his cock and bed was almost like heaven and never in his life had he came so fast and hard, his hips slamming into yours as you scratched his back desperately trying to receive some sympathy on your battered pussy
♡ he would take so much interest in watching you pee regularly, he enjoyed seeing the piss splutter out of you.
♡ he also enjoyed making you drink more than you could handle and pressing down on your bladder as you try ever so hard to hold it in.
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Obey Me Brothers: Falling Asleep with MC
This is a little headcanons post about what a normal night would look like between you and each brother.I was thinking about it last night while trying to fall asleep and thought it was really cute. So here you go!
Not spicy - just about sleep.
Lucifer
You find that his bed is rather firm. Probably the most firm out of all the brothers’.
It’s not something that really bothers you, though, because his pillows are high quality softness.
You are often the little spoon when you are in bed together: though, he does enjoy it when you face him, too.
Either way, he likes to be the one to hold you.
Though, sometimes you get away with holding him once in a while (he likes it, not that he’d admit it).
He is a little scary to sleep with. What I mean by that is that he doesn’t really move at all. Like you can barely notice his breathing and that’s the only thing he does while he’s asleep that indicates to you that he’s still alive.
It’s a little unnerving, but overall not a dealbreaker since you’re usually asleep, too, so you don’t notice.
But, because he doesn’t really move, good luck trying to get up to go pee.
He is both a heavy and a light sleeper and you don’t understand the rules.
Because he’s a heavy sleeper when you have to pee, but not when fucking Mammon is outside his room, trying to break in for some reason or another.
Mammon wasn’t even making any noise!! How did Lucifer wake up to that!?
Not being able to pee is a small price you have to pay for sleeping with him.
Mammon
This guy tosses and turns, which can make sleeping with him difficult on your end.
He’s also the type to sprawl out in his sleep, which leaves you little room on his bed even though he has one of the biggest beds out of the brothers.
The best options for you are to koala him while you sleep, or to match his sprawling tendencies and be a mig mess of limbs in the morning.
There will be nights where you cuddle before you fall asleep, but that position doesn’t usually last.
Mammon’s not comfortable like that - well, with how much he tosses and turns, you’d be surprised if he was comfortable in any position - so he doesn’t like to hold you when he tries to sleep.
Sometimes you resort to going back to sleep in your room, which makes him sad :^(
But you want a good night’s rest once in a while, and that means going to your room for the night.
I’m not saying he’s a bad bed buddy, but he is definitely not my first choice.
Leviathan
I don’t know about you, but personally I don’t trust his bathtub.
I don’t think he cleans his sheets that much, if at all.
So personally, it’d take some convincing (namely me seeing him wash/replace his sheets) before I agree to spend the night with him.
But, when you are in the tub with him, you’re surprised by how comfy cozy it is.
He’s tentative about holding you, nervous.
But you cuddle up against his chest and he folds.
His arms wrap around your upper torso as your head is nuzzled into his neck.
His hold is firm, like holding a possession he doesn’t want to lose.
Not to say that’s how he sees you, but being the Avatar of Envy, he’s got tendencies.
Satan
Often you are in bed before Satan. Him still awake, reading one of his many books, having some late night tea.
You may have to whine a bit before you pull him away from his reading.
You find that he’s more gentle when he’s sleepy. It’s hard to believe in those moments he’s the Avatar of Wrath at all
But let me be clear: when he’s sleepy, he’s gentle. When he’s tired, then we get where he gets the title Avatar of Wrath.
Lucky for you, though, he is more often sleepy when you encourage him to bed.
He’s very cat-like in bed in the way he curls up against you.
It feels and looks very much like how cats sleep together in their little cat beds.
He prefers it when you face him while you two sleep, but is not picky one way or the other.
Is one of the brothers most lenient about how you like to sleep in bed.
Like, if you’re someone who doesn’t really like being close to someone else while sleeping, he’s cool with it.
Though, his bed is kinda small, so there’s gonna have to be some compromise.
Always seems like he’s awake before you. Every morning, he’s already out of bed, offering you some tea or water or something and you’re just like “how long have you been awake???”
You appreciate the gesture, though.
Asmodeus
Asmodeus’ bed is very comfortable, and very lush.
It feels heavenly to lay in his bed, so falling asleep is no trouble for you.
Asmodeus doesn’t have many preferences on what position to sleep in. He’s flexible, and always up for variety.
Though, he does like it when the two of you are holding each other. It makes him feel close to you in a way that makes him giddy.
I will say that his bedtime routine takes a while.
Sometimes you join him, other times you’re asleep well before he’s finished.
He doesn’t mind either way! He thinks it’s cute if you want to join him in his routine, and he also thinks it’s cute if you passed about before he was done.
He just thinks you’re cute.
He’s also not one to try something if you’re really just looking to go to sleep, so that’s something you’ve always appreciated about him.
Beelzebub
You feel the safest in bed with Beelzebub.
There’s something about the sheer size of him that makes you feel so secure.
He’s warm, and cuddling with him is softer than you expected it to be.
Often you sleep with a majority of yourself on top of him - he’s your own personal pillow.
Also his size had always made Beelzebub nervous to share a bed with you, so this made him feel better about it.
And he’s comfy. With your head on his chest and his arm holding you against him, you feel at home. Like you were made to fit there.
Belphegor
Belphegor’s bed is the comfiest out of the brother’s.
You expected nothing less from the Avatar of Sloth.
You are often the little spoon in this arrangement, not that you mind.
Belphegor’s arms are often around your waist as you two sleep together.
His hold is looser than some of the other brothers’, but you still feel secure in the hold.
You also find that you get your best sleeps with Belphegor - it must be an Avatar of Sloth perk.
What does surprise you is how Belphegor really can fall asleep anywhere. Now this is where the perk of him being Sloth ends because you can’t fall asleep anywhere, so sometimes you’re just being cuddled while he naps.
You wouldn’t move though, you wouldn’t dare.
It’s like when a cat falls asleep on your lap: you don’t move until they do.
#obey me shall we date#obey me#obey me shall we date x reader#obey me x reader#lucifer x reader#mammon x reader#leviathan x reader#satan x reader#asmodeus x reader#beelzebub x reader#belphegor x reader#my writing#headcanons
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Floyd and Grim 1
Summary: One of Floyd’s favorite words beyond your name was ‘Seal.’ Whenever you hear it, it’s not because he’s seeing the actual animal, it’s because he saw Grim and is chasing him around the yard.
(Floyd being a little shit is always fun.)
“Seal!” A high squeaky voice almost pierced your ear as you fumbled with your newspaper, “Seal seal seal! Oomph… Seal!”
A wet flop, almost like a small body fell into mud before the yelling started up. Uh-oh.
You place your paper down on the table and got up. Seems you were sitting for too long because some of the bones in your spine popped. You ignored the slight pain. There are more important things to focus on. “Alright, what’s Floyd up to now?”
Seal was... an odd choice of a word for that cat. Why seal? Because he's gray and round? Probably. You don't really know any other cat that his specific shade of gray. Or has fire on the ears.
The stray cat that’s comes around, Grim you named him, has been hanging out more often in the garden. Probably because he’s figured out the little pet door you installed in the back. You’re pretty sure he comes inside to sleep in the corner, since there’s some scorch on the kitchen tiles and little bits of gray fur.
You haven’t put anything in his corner yet, not out of apathy but out of knowing the sensibilities of cats. The minute you put in something new in their territory, they either never approach again or they pee all over it. You don’t like either choices, so you just don’t.
You open the door and were not shocked by what you saw.
“Floyd!” You yelled out, knowing it was vain now that Floyd was up and chasing the yowling Grim around the yard. “Oh boy…”
From one side of the yard to the other, Floyd chased after the flame-eared cat with no regard for his distress. His ears flared brightly while sharp teeth and too-strong jaws opened wide and clipped just an inch away from Grim’s tail. No matter how fast Grim ran, Floyd was just an inch away from chomping on him.
In fact, Floyd was keeping up so well that Grim basically has his butt scooting against the floor. A weird little crab run, almost. A furry ball.
Floyd was clearly dinged up with bumps, bruises and cuts. Completely slathered in mud from the neck down but he didn’t care. Not when he’s running on the high of the chase.
How the cat hasn’t started a wild fire in your backyard is beyond you. Well, probably can’t on the account of what happened last time he did that. You can tell that thistle-like collar was not comfortable.
“Alright!” You stepped in just as they were in front of you and captured them both, Floyd by the tail and Grim by the scruff, “Stop.”
Floyd, upside down, swung himself back and forth violently, swiping his little claws right at Grim to try and grab him. “Seal! Seal seal!”
Grim practically retracted further into your hand, hissing. Seems he fears the little eel more than he hated you. Huh.
You walked to the tallest boulder and plopped Grim on top of it. And, of course, the minute you let go, the cat showed you his attitude by sniffing the air and raising his nose high in the air, as if none of you were worth his time.
You ignored him with a turn of your back. “So, Floyd.”
Grim, behind you, started a meow but choked on his saliva.
Floyd went limp now that his entertainment was gone. He stuck out his tongue at you and gave you a raspberry.
“You’re going in quarantine.” All those scraps and cuts along with the mud is a great recipe for infection.
Floyd whined at you, sticking out his grabby hands, demanding for cuddles like that’ll somehow make you forgive him.
“You don’t get cuddles Floyd. You get a bath.”
He sputtered angrily at you as you walked back into the kitchen.
“Hate you.”
“I know.”
Oh, he learned some new words. Interesting. You can’t help but wonder who taught him those.
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst-drabbles#twst-drabbles exclusive#drabble#ramshackle#grim#octavinelle#floyd#floyd leech#house pet au#reader insert
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Kenma Relationship Head Canons
Thank you all for the love on the Zayne head canons it means a lot to me that you guys like my writing. I'm starting off small with head canons and then maybe soon I'll move on to drabbles. This is just to get back into writing. <3
Kenma loves his video games, we all know this. So when you guys are first together he will tilt his handheld device or his phone, whatever he has with him at the moment, over to you so you can look over his shoulder and watch him play.
At first he's a little apprehensive about bringing you to his practices because he knows that his team can be a little chaotic, not like Karasuno High's team, but in their own rambunctious way.
Eventually he will relent and you can join him. When you first enter no one really notices you and he's fine with that. Towards the end of practice when he makes a particularly good serve he looks over to you to see what your reaction is, then, and only then is when his team notices you. They don't say anything but they do give Kenma these knowing looks and suggestive faces that make the faux blonde blush and hide his face.
Later into the relationship when both you and him are more familiar with each other and know each other's personal boundaries is when his inner cat really comes out.
If you two are hanging out together at either yours or his house, he of course has his gaming device and is gaming he'll either lay on your lap with his head resting on your thighs or he'll let you lay your head on his shoulder.
When the poor boy is tired especially after practice or when he stays up all night gaming he'll get very clingy and a little pouty. If you too are alone he'll pout at you until you give him your undivided attention and he'll bury his face into the crook of your neck and let you go back to what you were doing.
He loves physical affection when the two of you are alone. It's like he becomes a whole different being. Always wanting to touch you almost every second
I feel like if you had to go to the bathroom he would go with you and ask to hold your hand. You would look at him and be like "You want to hold my hand while I pee?" with an eyebrow raised and he would just nod.
For kisses, I think he would be okay with kissing you on the cheek or forehead in front of people, when you're not then he would give you the sweetest little pecks on your lips and pull back with a boyish little smile.
His pet names he likes to call you are: Kitten (obviously), bro, babe, and I personally find this one fitting stink.
Your pet names for him are: Goober, dude, honey, and schnookems to piss him off because you think it's funny.
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kevin and jeremy for the headcanon game if you’re still doing it pls :)))
i did kevin already so here's my #2 babygirl jeremy,, i hate to call him a golden retriever but... if the shoe fits
realistic headcanon: he has adhd but can't be medicated because USC take drug testing seriously and his meds are banned by the NCAA and the ERC. he can take them when they're not in competition, but once the season starts, he has to come off them again. oh, he is Symptomatic. he has location tracker tag things on his keys, find my iphone is ALWAYS on, he's had more bank cards than years in his life, is a frequent victim of the ADHD tax on subscriptions he forgets to cancel. he always writes important things he has to remember on his hands and then washes his hands forgetting they're there. he forgets to pee if he's too focused on something. he has 100 abandoned hobbies (the yo-yo is his newest one). he talks too loud when hes excited. he has sensory issues. hes really smart but hates academics. talks to himself sometimes. (getting him mic'ed up during a game is a dream and a treat because of the things he says while talking to himself)
may not be realistic it is hilarious: he loves drugs on the off-season. he absolutely loves going clubbing and MDMA is his favourite. he'd also take half or a quarter of a pill just chilling with Laila and Cat and have a mini party just the three of them. he believes he is his best self when he is high on uppers. not a fan of coke because he doesn't feel like it does anything for him though, he doesn't smoke, but will take edibles. LOVES to paint/draw/make art when he's high. he's not quote unquote addicted, and is really good at pacing himself/saying no/knowing when to stop, but when he doesn't have to do drug tests for Exy? he's living his best life
heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends: listen. at this point we understand my opinions on jeremy's past but. the reason why he doesn't swear is because his family/brother(s) used to swear at him so much as a kid that he just genuinely hates it. he hates the way it sounds coming out of his mouth. he doesn't like it, he doesn't think it's attractive, he just thinks swearing is unnecessary and actively chooses not to swear. (that doesn't mean he doesn't, but it's so rare that he does - if you ever, ever, ever hear jeremy knox swearing, then he is PISSED. he is livid. he is im-going-to-kill-a-man levels of angry. if you hear him swearing? run.)
unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own: i feel like i haven't had enough time to live with jeremy knox to come up with incredibly niche canon disregarding hcs yet. probably kisses women when hes drunk. maybe he ties his shoes weird. needs glasses but refuses to get his eyes tested. doesn't have a gag reflex. actually hates the way he looks in red. i don't know!!!! ask me again once he's been living in my brain a little longer
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hockey player kiba you say?!?!
can we maybe get some nsfw headcanons about him…
saige, my love, of course!! <3
𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 18+ mdni, fem!reader/hockey player!kiba, modern AU // dacryphilia, mentions of a spit kink (barely), lots of feral action, kiba being a robust, horny man™️ and you being his #1 girly (established relationship)
is usually rough and greedy more often than not, but definitely has his sweet moments in bed; especially when he’s super tired and wants to be babied a little
is very fond of sexting and phone sex when he’s out of town for matches. he always misses you very much, and shows his yearning for you in his own peculiar, horny way
asks for a ‘lucky nude’ or whatever he calls it before an especially important game. the happier he is, the better he plays, so you oblige like the good little girlfriend you are and wish him the best of luck just the way he wants it
sleeps naked (and prefers it if you sleep naked, too)
gets extremely frustrated if his team loses a game, and thus pours his frustrations upon you
that means he spanks you. a lot. (especially when you’re on top, riding him)
squeezes your booty so harshly with both hands that the skin starts to burn during that time as well. he basically guides you to a faster tempo and makes you endure it until he’s satisfied and entirely spent, and you’re nothing but a hot mess, clinging onto him for dear life
awakens your size kink. being a hockey player means he’s burly and powerful; so much bigger than you. broad shoulders, strong back, arms that could scoop you up and throw you around however he wants (and anytime he wants) with absolutely no trouble
the size difference drives him crazy, too; especially when you have to step onto your tippy-toes whenever he bends you over a table or counter; skirt already hiked up just for him
if you go to his matches, he fucks you in his car hours later, relishing the rush of adrenaline that you bring by bouncing on his cock
likes it when you suck on his fingers because they’re thick and your mouth becomes full even before he finishes stuffing just two of ‘em in
wants to finger you all the time because of that as well. his hand is literally always trying to slip into your underwear. even when you’re just watching movies on the couch, or you’re cooking dinner, before you fall asleep... he likes keeping it there and that’s final, it’s his favourite playtime place
tears the cutesy stockings and lingerie right off of you whenever you try to be a little slutty and dress up for him
your cute little pussy is the first thing on his mind after every win
texts you, “home soon. don’t forget to put the cat out, baby ;)” when he’s on his way home from the rink and is feeling smug
also immediately makes you regret the decision of texting him back a witty, “wow dogs sure love cats, don’t they?”
absolutely loses his shit if you drag your lips over the face paint on his cheeks. the fang markings are barely there, red paint smeared all over his tan skin by the time he finishes fucking you into the mattress
if his team wins, he’s slamming you all night long so that the high of triumph lasts as long as possible
however, he gets very sleepy after an intense fuckfest like that. if it’s late at night, he’s dozing off the moment after he cums for the final time, but not before pulling you close and throwing his heavy arm over you to provide at least some form of aftercare (which you have to end sooner or later anyway, in order to go clean up and pee)
likes it if you play with his hair or drag your nails up and down his back and the nape of his neck after he’s done drilling the soul out of your body
whispers the most foul shit into your ear when he’s going at it. you’re his pretty slut; his little groupie that is just endlessly thirsty for his cock, and aren’t you oh, so fucking lucky that he’s willing to give it to you?
definitely has screwed you in the locker room a bunch of times before (he feeds off of the thrill the risk of someone walking in brings, even more so if his teammates see your funny walk and his sex hair when you try sneaking out the door together)
is very much into dacryphilia. seeing the tears on your face, hearing you sob for him to give you what you so desperately need makes him so hot and bothered it hurts
tugs on your hair a lot. something about seeing it tightly wrapped around his busted knuckles just does it for him (and because he can guide you where he wants your mouth to go that way)
loves it when he fucks you so hard that it turns you dumb in a way. when you’re all dazed and ditzy, just blabbering out his name over and over again, whining like a little kitty in heat
chokes you and spits into your mouth if he’s on top and you’re being a brat about it. it’s this tenacious kind of grip that adds the pressure and makes you part your lips wide enough so that he can degrade you into submission with his drool coating your tongue
gets you a golden necklace with his name as the pendant, so that he can see it bounce atop his knuckles whenever he wraps his hand around your throat and starts pounding into you
expresses his feelings by actions instead of words
whenever you give him backrubs to ease the pain in his strained muscles, it ends with him giving you his all while keeping you in a mating press instead
may not look like it, but is actually extremely loyal
still, seeing you jealous turns him on. he gets lots of DMs (which he never responds to, of course) but watching you pout and attempt to hide your jealousy just makes him tease you all the more, because he’s happiest when you sink to your knees in front of him, put his fat dick in your mouth and start making sure he knows who he belongs to by spoiling him just the same
goes feral when you don’t see each other for weeks at a time because he has to go away for matches and you finally get to caress his face and sigh out that little, “i missed you.” the moment he bottoms out. feeling desired does it for him, he’s ready to marry you at that point
definitely uses the, “i know, baby. i know.”
spends a lot of the money he earns to spoil you in any way he can. buys you toys and other lewd gifts so you don’t miss him too much when he’s away from home, but you have to send him the links because his attention span is simply too short to remember it all (you still end up missing him either way, though)
usually the one that deepens the kisses shared between you. he’s way more forceful with them than you are, but you like having his tongue roam your mouth when things get really hot
loves to slam you while you have nothing but his jacket on, because it’s his last name that you have plastered all over you. his lucky number. it’s like you’re his in a way as a result
drags an ice cube between your tits and down your stomach when he feels like being patient and thus wants to mess with you a little bit. he thinks the usage of ice makes him so fucking funny considering his profession; especially when he sucks the damn cube into his mouth and proceeds to eat you out so good that you can feel the chill of his lips and tongue a long while after that
he loves you so much, and he kisses you everywhere so you know how much he actually cherishes you underneath all that gruff exterior he flaunts around
fucks your face so hard your jaw hurts like a motherfucker later. he’s all kisses and sweetly murmured words when he’s done, trying to tame the chuckles that keep slipping out because you sound like you have a sore throat whenever you speak. he thinks it’s hilarious
might have given you a sweat kink of sorts, because he just looks so hot when he pulls his helmet off and his hair sticks to his flushed face because of the salt. you want to lick him clean; to taste him all over
wants to hear you moan, squeal, scream. will make you do all of that, too (even if he has to drag it out of you by force)
manhandles you into position all the time. he knows exactly how he wants you and those big, calloused hands are a joy to have on you, honestly
is so messy. he likes cumming right between your legs and then just kind of lingering there; letting you leak all over his sheets while the glimmering, milky strings bridge the gap of emptiness between you. he even lifts his hips slightly now and then just to see it better
head pusher
his cock throbs in his pants when you take care of his bruises and kiss his busted knuckles. he’s ready to jump you and swallow you whole at those special little moments
always keeps an eye on you even when he’s just training with his teammates. you swear that you can feel him undressing you with his gaze alone no matter the teasing he gets for it in the rink. he gets aggressive if someone were to bother his eye fucking, and it’s usually naruto or shino (the poor souls)
overstimulates the fuck out of you because his stamina is off the charts and he can’t ever get enough
but it’s all right, because you can’t get enough of him either
you’re like two little bunny rabbits: always fucking, fucking, fucking
#kiba x reader#kiba#kiba inuzuka x reader#kiba smut#kiba imagines#naruto smut#naruto imagines#kiba x you#kiba x y/n#naruto x reader
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The arcana as stolen memes again, again
Julian; the desire to disappear vs the desire to be held and wanted
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Mc: what is the most complicated way to cook an egg?
Nadia without missing a beat: Atmospheric re-entry
Mc holding an egg:...well shit
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Muriel: What if instead of stepping out of my comfort zone I step into an even comfier zone?
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Lucio: huge fan of when my speech patterns rub off on people enjoy when that happens
Lucio: NEVERMIND, my mum just said skill issue to me
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Mc: I wish I had the ability
Muriel:...to do what?
Mc:yeah
Muriel:...
Mc:...
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Asra: I think we should have glowstick juice injected in our bones when we're born so if we break em there's a fun little surprise
Mc: whats the surpise?
Julian cutting in: blood poisoning
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Lucio: if you step on a person's foot they open their mouths, just like trash cans.
Mc: trying not to encourage him by laughing*
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Mc: one time Asra put a glass of milk on the table in front of me and I meant to ask them 'who's milk is this?' because I wasn't sure if it was for me or if they were putting it down on the table to go grab something else and I just stared down at the milk and said 'who's this?' and they turned around and without missing a beat said 'that's your new friend mr.milk' then we stared at each other for a solid twenty seconds before they asked if I was high.
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(modern day arcana *not the au faking it*)
Nadia: the worst part about parallel parking is the witnesses
Mc: you know their are no witnesses if you're bad enough at parallel parking
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Mc; those moments when straight people assume you're one of them and you feel like a gay secret agent
Nadia: lebionage
Portia:bi spy
Julian: it's an ace case
Asra: secret gaygent
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Nadia: 'kobe' is for accuracy and precision while 'yeet' is for power and distance
Mc: I can turn this into dnd stats
Nadia:???
Mc:Kobe is dexterity, yeet is strength, oof is constitution, tea is intelligence, yolo is wisdom, and wig is charisma
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Mc; You want to know one of my favorite facts? If you leave a hamster wheel out in the forest wild mice will come and run on it. That is one of my favourite facts.
Muriel:... bobcats and lynx's will sit in cardboard boxes abandoned in the forest. I asked Asra about it and they said 'cat's' while shrugging.
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Mc; George Washington died in 1799, 15 years before the first dinosaur was classified. So therefore, Gorge Washington never knew about dinosaurs
Portia: Why does this make me so sad?
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Nadia: if you add two pounds of sugar to literally one ton of concrete it will ruin the concrete and make it unable to set properly. Which is good to know if you want to resist something being built, French anarchists used this to resist prison construction in the 80's.
Portia: I'm just going to go ahead and take a note about this for purely educational purposes.
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Julian: you got to be dunkin my doughnuts
Asra: you gotta be hutting my pizza
Portia: you gotta be mackin my donalds
Nadia: you're really innin my outs here, buddy. You're fivein my guys.
Lucio: ya whiting my castle. Ya darying my queen. Ya steaking my shake.
Mc: but are you belling my taco?
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(ones with my oc's because why not)
Hunter: stuck in an elevator because Portia decided to jump?
Everyone minus Muriel and Julian: fucken mint
Hunter: Julian's had three panic attacks in ten minutes?
Everyone minus Muriel and Julian: Fucken mint
Hunter:Muriel hasn't said a thing since we got stuck?
Everyone minus Muriel and Julian: Fucken mint
Hunter: Lucio being immature and yelling the whole time?
Everyone minus Muriel and Julian: Fucken mint
Hunter: Asra has just been listening to music and trying to call Nadia to come get us?
Everyone minus Muriel and Julian: Fucken mint
Hunter: Kyle has to pee so bad he might get a bladder infection?
Everyone minus Muriel and Julian: Fucken mint
Hunter: Lucio's going to be the one we blame because we all hate his fucking guts
Everyone minus Muriel and Julian: Fucken mint
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Hunter: I've got some kind of allergic reaction going on and my face is breaking out in a bad rash and Julian is freaking out and wants to take me to the hospital. Portia was like 'let's not make any rash decisions' and we high-fived and now Julian is yelling at both of us.
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Hunter: someone will be like 'coca cola can remove rust from metal imagine what it's doing to your body' like psssh removing the rust obviously
Nadia: that's not how that works
Hunter: Yeah? while I don't have rust in my body so check mate
Nadia:
#the arcana#the arcana game#the arcana shitpost#the arcana memes#the arcana mc#asra the arcana#nadia the arcana#julian the arcana#portia the arcana#muriel the arcana#lucio the arcana#mc kyle#mc hunter
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ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER THREE
Warnings: Fluff, flirting between step brothers and sister, signs or warning signs of domesticated abuse, anger, threats, and unwanted attention/comments, cat calls, (reader gets lots of unwarranted attention from an OC)
We're getting there......we are getting there. ;)
The next day, you woke up feeling refreshed as you took the entire Saturday to clean the apartment, taking full advantage of Wendy and Jeff's absence since they had been out all day and night, enjoying the city.
Stretching in your bed, you get up to brush your teeth and change your clothes. You had set a reminder to do some laundry, so you figured grabbing your favorite coffee drink and setting into the morning would be a nice way to prep you for that task.
grabbing a pair of semi-loose, fashionably torn jeans, along with a subtle low long sleeve crop top, you dressed yourself in a chic manner, something that was comfortable and yet tasteful for whenever you stepped out of the apartment.
Stepping out of your room, you walked towards the front door, that had a shared foyer space connected to the open living room concept of the apartment space. Before you could reach for the knob, Jeff spotted you as he sat on the couch.
"DAAAAAAYUUUUUM. What you trying to do Y/N?"
Rolling your eyes for a moment, you slightly turned and spoke rather sternly.
"Jeff...knock it off. I'm just going to step out for a moment. Let Wendy know."
"Well damn, dont need to bite my head off. Shit."
Your reaction could hardly be considered 'biting' someone's head off as you remained calm and poised, merely just using a more firm tone in your voice as you were reaching a breaking point with Jeff's lack of composure and sense of dignity when addressing you.
Walking over to the cafe, your phone dings. Taking it out, you saw a message from Heejeong.
You couldn't help but chuckle at the text. It was undeniable, you enjoyed having someone looking out for you, much less two. Three if you were to add your mother to that list.
It warmed your heart to see that Heejeong was so concerned and caring for your well being. For the first time in your life, you relished at the thought of having protective older brothers who would have your best interest at heart. It reminded you of a folklore you heard in high school when you took some of your english classes....it was the Tale of Bluebeard, where the maiden who was married off to the terrible man called Bluebeard, and upon finding out the fate of his six previous wives, did she call out to her brothers to come save her from the menacing man she was married to.
"hmm...I wonder if they care enough about me as their step-sister to actually save me?"
You chuckled at the thought. It was nice to have elders that cared for you in such a manner, yet was still close enough in age to relate to any of life's shenanigans.
Entering the cafe, you wait in line to place your order, when another ding hits your phone.
You couldn't refrain from smiling. It was just as you had imagined a moment ago, over protective brothers who are now taking the life of their brotherly love into high levels of sincerity as they inherit you, their only sister.
You softly smirked at the recent message. This was going to take some getting used to, since you now have brothers that take their job as elder siblings seriously....apparently.
"Ma'am I can take your order right here."
Gazing up at the barista who opened up the second register, you quickly tucked your phone away as you walked up to place your order, not at all having the chance to focus on the context of each message you shared with Heejeong or Heeseung.
Once you had your drink, you made your way back to your apartment. Entering, you were a bit surprised when you saw Wendy and Jeff both sitting in the living room, yet the tv was off, they didn't have their phones in their hands, and they were silent. They just remained seated next to one another.
"Hey...." you issued out softly as you peeked over after closing the door behind you. "Whats up? You guys okay?"
Wendy looked at you with a blank stare as she spoke. "Y/n, come sit down. We all have to talk."
"ooookaaaaaay....." you issued out. The entire vibe of the living room was awkward as you walked over and sat next to Wendy. "Whats up?"
"Y/N...Jeff says you're a bit hostile towards him. We all live together, so its important that we all get along."
Your eyes widened and you nearly dropped your freshly purchased coffee. "Come again?....."
"Jeff says you're not very nice to him." Wendy continued. "But I want to hear your side of the story."
As fair as ever, part of the reason why you enjoyed Wendy's company from the moment you met her four years ago, you were still a bit peeved at how she was even considering Jeff's complaints in a valid manner when she had only been dating him for months, but she had known you for years.
"Wendy.....I'm not hostile towards him. I just don't like the way he talks to me."
Wendy raises a brow before she glances over to Jeff. "What does he say?"
Jeff tried to intervene, yet Wendy's raised hand signaled the man to remain quiet.
"Just....there's alot."
"Well tell me of at least one thing he's said that rubbed you off the wrong way." she urges.
"Weeeellll....."
After taking a brief moment and explaining a couple of instances where interactions with Jeff was less than meaningful, Wendy snaps over to his direction and demanded an explanation.
"Babe it's not like that. She's over-exaggerating. I mean, yeah, I would joke around or compliment her when she dresses up, but it's just friendly type shit. Like a brother to a sister."
You rolled your eyes. You couldn't believe the man had the audacity to lie in front of you like that. But what really got you, was when Wendy started to take his side.
"I mean...you do tend to overthink alot of things Y/n. Maybe you just mistook his compliments?"
"No way in Hell i was overthinking or mishearing. Wendy, I'm telling you, he literally would say these things verbatim." you reached a point where you started to tap your fingers against your palm to emphasize your point.
"Listen. I dont want to cause trouble, but what I'm telling you is the truth. I'll do what i can to appease the situation, but only as long as Jeff does his part."
"What fucking part you fucking bitch!?" Jeff's eyes grew angry as he stood up from his seat. Both you and Wendy raise your heads as he fully stands, across from you guys.
"Jeff, sit down! And dont talk to her that way." Wendy scolds.
"Hey you shut the fuck up, I'll deal with you in a minute." he lashes out as he points over to Wendy in an offensive manner. "You!" he exclaims as he points at you.
"You're a little bitch, you know that? You know what I fucking do to girls like you? Ones that dont listen to the man. I'm a fucking man!" He slams his hand on his chest in coordination with each word on the last bit of his sentence.
"Jeff stop!!" Wendy's expression grew scared as she tried to intervene once more.
"I said shut up! I'm talking now!" Jeff shouts out.
You remained silent and sat perfectly still. You couldn't deny, you felt scared. Jeff was not all considered small, despite being rather short for a male, being measure just below average height for the general male populace, that did not deter from the amount of muscle mass his body contained.
Going back and forth, Wendy and Jeff screamed at one another, causing you to develop a headache. Despite her best intentions of trying to calm him down, Wendy's morale went downhill quick upon seeing that her best efforts were merely fueling Jeff to act out even more.
You shifted your sight to the ground, trying to figure out the best way to not only calm Jeff down, but to cease this entire thing before it blew out out of control. Yet, even though you tried your best to think of one, you couldn't come up with anything. For each time you had thought of a decent approach, you watched as how Jeff grew more aggressive in tone and started to become physical as he rammed his fists against the wall, causing you to retract any ideas of saying anything.
"Wh...why are you so-"
Cut off by his tone, Wendy trembles in fear as she begins to grow teary eyed. You hunched yourself over her as she kneels down and prepares to sob. Recognizing that his demeanor only became more aggressive upon hearing Wendy cry out, you stood up and placed yourself directly in front of her, fearing that Jeff would have possible thoughts of striking her....or you....yet you knew you were tougher than Wendy ever had been, you would rather take the hit if it meant protecting her.
"Jeff..listen....lets just try and-" you spoke with a calm tone, trying to see if you could get the man to sit down. It didn't work.
"SHUT UP!" He screams out. You couldn't be sure, but you wondered if he was already tensed from something that had gone on between him and Wendy.
From all the obscene things he was lashing out, mentions of feeling frustrated, and dealing with 'bitches' had you believe that the man was not only aggressive, but didin't deal well with stress and frustrations of relationships.
Lashing out once more, he points directly at you as he hovels out frightening words.
"You know the only way I'll calm down is if you stop being a little bitch and a fucking tease."
You narrowed your eyes in confusion. "What are you talking about?"
"You! y/n! You always walking around acting like the worlds biggest slut but you aint about that life, so why the fuck would you do that shit?"
Clearly the man was either deranged or severely mistaken as he misread your entire existence. Sure, you liked to dress nice for when you go to work, and you weren't shy to dip into some fashion sense, who wouldn't? But to say that you were a tease or a slut was a whole different story. You never eluded such behaviors, the man had obviously developed some sort of crush or perhaps sexual frustrations from seeing you, yet, that wasn't your fault.
"It's not your fault...."
Just as Jeff's voice grew louder, a ding on your phone silenced the air as he glares at you.
You reach in your jacket pocket and examined who the text was from....
Confused by the text message, your brows slightly furrowed yet you didn't have the opportunity to look further into it since Jeff had angrily snagged your phone away from you.
"Hey!" you lashed out.
"Shut up! I fucking swear y/n, I fucking swear to God..." he bites his lip as he glares at you. For a moment, you shook with ultimate fear as you felt Jeff was about to put forth words to action....
When suddenly, the front door gently opens....
"Y/N, you didn't lock the door?" Wendy gasps out.
"I....I......" you recalled closing the door, yet upon hearing the latch opening, you realized that upon seeing Jeff and Wendy sitting in the living room, you had shut it but completely forgot the lock it.
Blinking your eyes, you slightly gasped at the sight of the visitor that walked in.....or VISITORS...rather.
Heejeong
Heeseung
CHAPTER 4
Authors Note: well....looks like i really love you guys bc i was motivated to push out chapter 3 lol. i'm still working on regaining all the content i lost for the final chapter of SE7EN, so i'm still retyping everything, i appreciate yall being patient with that one. i just wanna make sure i got all the good parts bc....AFTERMATH is really good. ngl.
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Tack And Upkeep: The Equine Influencer's Daily Routine
This is a continuation of my post, "Horses: Since There Seems To Be A Knowledge Gap". The first post I'm pretty satisfied addressed general horsie behavior and what's genuinely realistic in portraying horses, riding, and the relationships between horses and their riders that most people just plain don't know because you only learn it by working with them. The overall reception to the first post has been sincerely touching and inspiring from those of you who have shared and tagged or commented, so let's expand your knowledge some more! In this post, I'll be addressing the specific routines horses go through on a daily basis to be happy and healthy, and covering the different names and uses of tack.
Warning: This Is Going To Be A Very Long Post And So I've Placed A Readmore Below
Phase One: The Asscrack of Dawn
Horses are extremely high-maintenance and demanding animals when it comes to their routine upkeep. They're highly routine-focused, and will literally scream at the tops of their lungs if you're late in getting to the barn. If you think your cat is strict with their daily routines? It's because they learned it from horses, I'm 99% sure. My mom was once late as a teenager to getting to her horse and feeding him breakfast. He responded by picking the latch on his stall door, escaping from his paddock, and nosing his way past her bedroom window to whinny at her asleep in bed so she would get up and feed him. Like "I know where your stall is, too!"
Horses usually want to start the day in the pre-dawn hours. This is why stable hands and squires are essential throughout history. We adorn our eye crusties from rolling out of bed around 4am with oat dust as we head to the barn and first start with breakfast while you're able to stay in bed and sleep in time to get to work without being so sleep-deprived you walk into your car door instead of getting inside it.
So, what do horses like to eat anyway?
-Hay: The generic Wheaties of the horse world. Hay is a mix of dried grasses and healthy herbs meant for general munching and snacking on when the horse is in their stall or otherwise has no access to a pasture for grazing. They tend to be pretty "meh, okay" on being presented with hay, which we stable hands deliver in wheelbarrows and go from stall to stall filling each horse's individual feed bucket/trough. Hay and straw are not the same. Straw isn't very edible for livestock, and is almost exclusively used for insulation and bedding instead of food.
-Alfalfa, aka Clover flakes:
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Alfalfa flakes, or clover flakes as I'm used to saying, are a sweet-smelling, green bale of lightly dried and compressed alfalfa and clover. The bale itself can be broken up into flat, square "flakes" that we often present to horses like treats. The flakes can either be placed on the ground in the stall (not recommended; they poo and pee there), or in a loose net, open-topped grid, or some other form of mounted feeder they can comfortably snack on. The flakes themselves smell very sweet, herbal smell that was always my favorite when I was a stable hand.
-Oats: Oats are kind of the treat of treats for horses, and are carefully measured and controlled when it comes to portioning. Horses tend to love oats so much that, if allowed to, they will literally eat until their stomachs rupture and die. Every barn and every horse has different dietary needs, such as ratios for oats vs. alfalfa vs. hay in order to keep them healthy.
-Molasses: Horses absolutely love sugar, but molasses in particular is something they go crazy for. When I was learning to barrel race and was establishing my working relationship with my Quarterhorse, Chip, my mom would help me out by making homemade horse treats consisting of rolled oats, molasses, and chopped up bits of apple that I'd slip to him when it was time for me to bring him his breakfast.
-Apples: The stereotype is true that horses adore apples, carrots, and other safe-to-eat fruits and veggies. But again, we treat these like actual treats, since they wouldn't be something a horse could safely eat in large quantities without developing stomach and intestinal problems.
-Thistles:
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Horses go absolutely hogwild for thistles like the ones that grow in Scotland, Ireland, England, and Wales. They're a common sight along a lot of roads in the US nowadays, too, and while they're spiky as hell to us, horses are kinda like giraffes in that they have very tough mouth and tongue tissues designed to be tough against thorny and rigid vegetation. If you happen to be a fan of artichokes (also thistles), you may understand why horses get so excited to eat the little purple flowering ones! They're just yummy to 'em.
A very good rule of thumb to follow when it comes to writing up a rough feeding routine for your OC's horse, think of the natural ratios of food a wild horse would find. They would mostly eat grasses, with limited access to grains and fruits, and alfalfa/clover only tends to grow in large patches compared to the way grass likes to spread everywhere, so even the alfalfa would be lower on the list of most-eaten foods for a horse. As for stuff like thistles; those are treats even among horses. Stable hands will put up with a lot of literal horseshit, but the horses can forage for thistles themselves.
Phase Two: Bathtime
Now, routines can vary, but in my experience, the horses tend to be more relaxed and cooperative for cleanup time after they've been given breakfast, but every owner runs their barn differently.
The first thing we do is put a halter on. This is a halter:
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The difference between a halter and a bridle is a bit like the difference between a sports bra and a steel-boned corset: One you can stand to sleep in if you have to, while the other is there for good looks and tight control. Most horses don't mind wearing a halter 24/7, while others are crafty enough to figure out how to rub their heads against a tree/fence/stable door to slip their halter off.
It is possible to ride with a halter instead of a bridle, but you basically have to be willing to trust the horse with your life/are learning to ride bareback (although even bareback riders will often still use a halter or bridle for their own safety, and to control the horse when they're not riding it). 99% of the time, the halter is just there to help us stable hands guide and direct the horse to where we need them to be, with the rings on the halter used for clipping things like ropes to them to control the horse's head:
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The above image is a good idea of how we "control" the horse's head. In the barns I worked at, we usually took the horses to a hitching spot just outside of the tack room to keep them warm inside while we prepped them for the day.
Once the horse is comfortable and properly controlled in place, it's first time to "swamp out" the stall behind them! A horse's stall only stays clean when the horse isn't in it, and so every time you're preparing to take the horse out or put them in their stall, it's essential to clean the stall first. This means shoveling poo and soiled straw and hosing down the stall floor (most modern barns these days keep heavy rubber mats on the stall floors to keep the horses warmer and more comfortable in general), distributing fresh straw for them to sleep in, refilling water buckets, and topping off hay feeders. Once all that's done, we turn our attention to the horse.
Bathtime Stage 1: The Gear
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The diagram above is a bit fussy and more meant for show horses, but it gives the gist of what all we use to make sure the horses have their best glam day, every day. We'll often keep our grooming tools in designated bags or buckets that just make keeping track of our tools a lot easier than getting them one at a time.
ADVISORY: NEVER WALK BEHIND A HORSE, NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU TRUST AND LOVE THEM! The biggest etiquette no-no you can commit when practicing horse safety and working with horses is to walk behind them. Horses have nearly 360 degree vision, with their only blind spots being directly in front of and directly behind them. When you're in a horse's blind spot, if it's spooked in any way with its head restrained, its first response will be to kick. A kick from a horse can absolutely be lethal depending on how big the horse is, where they hit you, and how hard they kick. A horse will easily kill you by breaking your skull if their back hoof impacts your head. To avoid being kicked by a horse if you have no other way to get around them, you literally hug their butt with your body while scooching around to the side you need to get to. Only once you're clear of the horse's back hooves can you un-hug that booty and step away. That way, if the horse does decide to kick, they're more likely to scoop you up on their legs and knock you aside than pummel you with an iron-soled fist made of thumbnails compressed to be hard enough to crush a wolf's skull.
Bathtime Stage 2: Brushies!
Now, brush time is usually happy time for the horse! It feels good and is very much like stimming for them. On more than one occasion, I've actually had horses doze off and start snoring while standing up as I was brushing them because they were having such a nice time. It's a myth that horses always sleep standing up like cows do; they usually hunker down in their piles of straw and curl up like even bonier borzois, but they can nap standing up. And yes, horses can and do snore! They can fart hilariously loud, too. I've never heard such thunderous cheek-clapping as when I've heard horses farting.
Generally speaking, the body-brush we use is called the "dandy brush" in the above diagram, but I was always used to calling it the "bristle" brush, because they're usually made with the bristles taken from wild boar hides to make them. We generally brush their bodies with the dandy brush for as long as our arms can hold out, because you never can get all the dirt and shed hair out when you're brushing a horse, and we're going to bathe them anyway.
Some horses don't like having their faces brushed, and don't usually need it unless they actually have gotten dirty. That's when we use the face brush, which is much narrower with denser, yet slightly softer bristles for working out mud spots and dirt without irritating the horse's skin. I, personally, would only spot-clean visible dirt, and then use a small washcloth during bathtime to give horses a face wash.
A "curry comb" is just a brush with very thick, firm pegs or wire bristles that's meant for breaking apart thick cakes of mud matting in the horse's hair. Horses instinctively like to roll in mud and dirt as a natural way of keeping pets like flies away and to keep cool in the heat - especially after they've just been bathed and prepped for a show goddammit - and so they can come in from the pasture pretty heavily caked in mud, and proud of it. Curry or wire combs just help break up dried mud and loosen it from the horse's skin so it's easier to wash out.
Combing a horse's mane and tail are also essential to their care, just like it's important to care for your hair on a regular basis to keep it from matting and getting yucky. Their manes and tails tend to be very, very wiry and stiff, and it can be surprisingly tricky to work out tangles and knots. Along with a very sturdy steel comb, sometimes we'll use something like coconut oil - which is safe for their skin and if they ingest it - like a natural leave-in conditioner to help us work out bad tangles without hurting the horse. Braiding a horse's mane and tail is highly traditional, especially in folklore from the British Isles. To this day, legend says that if you find your horse's mane and tail braided overnight one day, the faeries snuck into the barn and did it as a show of favor!
There's actually a huge link between horses and Celtic folklore that's really fun to explore, but that's another post.
Stage 3: Hoof Picking
While stable hands and riders aren't necessarily trained to trim a horse's hooves, we do keep their feet and legs healthy through regular "picking". Maintaining a horse's hooves is how you can directly protect them from injury and illness, and is probably the most important part of a stable hand's job in prepping a horse for the day.
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Horseshoes are always crafted to sit on the very outermost edges of the bottom of a horse's hoof, as that's where their feet spend the most time impacting the ground as they walk. As you look inward, their hooves actually have hollow spaces in the bottom like the arches to the sole of a person's foot. The person in the above photo is using a hoof pick to gently scrape out dirt, mud, rocks, and any other bad stuff that can get gunked up in those hollow spots.
In my experience, horses are often trained to lift each leg on command for picking-time by either a verbal command, or a gentle squeeze to the tendon on the leg you want them to lift. For most of my working time, the signal was two light squeezes on the back of the leg.
Once a horse lifts their leg up for picking, it's easier for people who have limited physical strength to straddle either side of the horse's bent leg, facing away from the horse's face, and help keep the hoof held up with one hand while picking and cleaning it out with the other. While we're picking, we're looking closely for anything that could hurt the horse later. The #1 worst thing to find in a horse's hoof is a rusty nail, which are very, very common around a farm setting, and can cause a serious and life-threatening infection if it's able to pierce the horse's foot. We also check for any smells or visual signs that the horse is injured or hurting.
Regarding horseshoes and nail trims: It's pretty uncommon for your everyday stablehand to trim your horse's hooves. A significant, yet essential, cost for any horse owner is maintaining a ferrier, or horse foot specialist, whose main job is to maintain a horse's feet. Many nowadays are also equipped to make and fit their own horseshoes on-site for if your horse "casts a shoe" (has a horseshoe come loose and fall off), so they can fit them with a new one at the same time as they're trimming up their nails. I met one ferrier that actually had a miniature forge in the back of his work truck. It was awesome watching him work.
Stage 3: The Bath Begins
For the sake of their long-term health, most working ranches will see to it that their horses are bathed daily - sometimes multiple times - just like giant dogs. Horses that aren't ridden every day or are otherwise kept more like pets don't typically need as much bathing, but you should never put tack on a dirty horse. Horses don't have fur; they have hair like humans do, and so we use special horse-formulated shampoos and conditioners for bathtime, even in winter when it's so cold your hands go numb carrying in the water buckets.
I've never encountered a horse that was bothered by cold water, but that's because I live in a region that gets very cold winters, and I always bathed horses inside the barn where it was warm on days where it was very cold out. Some horses will refuse to cooperate unless they have tepid or warm water to bathe with (or will only allow a cold water bath if it's already very hot outside), and you have to be careful when around their legs and feet, since they'll sometimes stomp their legs from the sensation of water dripping off them.
For the most part, you only need to wash a horse from neck to backside, and down their legs, and you want to get them wet with their bathwater first before you apply any shampoo. Then, gently rub/massage with a soft sponge or grooming gloves until caked-on mud gives way and the shampoo starts to really lift away dirt and grime. We always wash manes and tails, but we never use shampoo or soap on their faces! Like I said before, a soft, damp cloth and regular water is usually all that's needed to bathe a horse's face.
Blow-drying horses isn't usually something I'm used to seeing, as they don't tend to appreciate the noise. Microfiber towels, or even just regular paper towels, combined with a sweat scraper are usually enough to get the horse comfortable and able to air-dry the rest of the way. After the excess water is gone is when coat conditioners or skin moisturizers are applied, and if a horse needs to stay pretty before a show or event, it's not unusual to line their stalls with wood shavings instead of straw beforehand. Wood shavings wick away the moisture they want to roll off, and are also pretty easy to brush off before it's showtime.
Phase Three: Tacking Up
I'm going to break this up into two examples: English, and Western style tack. There is an absolutely massive array of different kinds of tack all over the world, but the most common forms of riding and tacking in the Western world are English and Western, and I'll be comparing the tack used in both.
Blankets:
English Saddle Blanket:
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Western Saddle Blanket:
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Blankets or saddle pads are essential to riding! Saddle blankets/pads help protect the saddle - which are universally Not Cheap - from the horse's sweat, dirt, and shed hair, the blanket itself also protects the horse from developing sores on their backs from the friction of the rider moving in the saddle. Generally speaking, the very first thing we grab when it's time to tack up the horse is the blanket or pad that goes under the saddle.
The essential aesthetic difference between Western and English blankets is mainly that: aesthetics. Western blankets tend to be a lot bigger and almost always rectangular, made of a heavy material like wool or alpaca fleece, and bearing some kind of flashy pattern woven into the blanket itself - the most common styles being either made by or reminiscent of local Native American art styles. An English blanket or pad is either much smaller (again, a key to the aesthetic of the English riding style is subtlety), can be made of smoother and lighter fabrics, and can even even cut specifically to fit beneath the saddle with as little excess material showing as possible.
Speaking of, a lot of indigenous groups in America sell things like hand-woven saddle blankets at shows, farmer's markets, and online as a way of supporting their community! There's nothing wrong with you, as a non-Native American, buying from a community that's willingly selling to you, and it's a great way to help both show them monetary support as well as show off their work to other potential customers. Horse-people talk a lot about where they get their gear!
Western vs English Saddles:
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As you may be able to see, Western saddles are a lot more complicated than English saddles, mostly because they're designed for different types of riding.
English saddles, and English riding, is usually considered the typical "fancy rich people horse show" riding style, and the most common things done with that riding style is something commonly called "showing". Western riders tend to practice more competition-based, sports-centered riding, while English riding is more about showing off you and your horse's grace, etiquette, and bearing, and it's usually the horse that gets the most scrutiny out of the judges; being assessed for the quality of their gait and their precision and speed in completing tasks like a jumping obstacle course.
As a result, English saddles don't have that many bells and whistles to them, and generally tend to be designed to be as light and unassuming as possible. As I've said before, I've never liked English riding, because I feel fragile in the saddle and like I can't really get stable to go fast, as I am a speed freak in the saddle.
Western saddles were designed to be tough, heavy, stand up to a lot of abuse, and give the rider plenty of room on the horse's back to move around and work. Western saddles are built to be less likely to slide off the center of the horse's back if the rider has to lean hard on one stirrup (such as to shoot a gun sideways or lasso a sprinting cow before it can barrel off the side of a gully and get itself killed). The iconic horn is largely used for holding things like coils of rope, and it's considered a Western riding etiquette no-no to cling to the horn for stability. The horn is not there to stabilize you. It's there to keep your hands free.
The stirrups are also very different. A Western style stirrup needs to be much thicker underneath the rider's foot in order to give the rider a better platform to stand on, as well as more static friction (yeah, physics is involved in this stuff) to keep them stable in the saddle when the horse is moving very fast or very aggressively while they're also doing their own thing on the horse's back. The extra long fenders compared to the English knee pad are also there to help keep the saddle itself, which can weigh up to 60lbs/27kgs, centered so it doesn't slide and dump the rider off!
English stirrups are more there to slot into the heel of a riding boot, which always have a tiny bit of a heel regardless of whether it's designed for a male foot or a female one, as the heel serves an active purpose for the riding process rather than being there for fashion. Riding boots are designed with a channel in the heel to more securely and comfortably align with the stirrups, and don't need to be very thick or tremendously sturdy to heavy use, as English riding is more about showing off the skill and communication between the rider and the horse with as few flaws as possible vs. something more sports-oriented like target shooting, where the judges are factoring in your accuracy:speed ratio.
The Dreaded Cinch:
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Depending on the rider and the style, a saddle can have either one or two cinches (leather belly straps). The frontmost strap usually fits behind the horse's front legs, out of the way where it could cause the horse any harm while running, and often comes with a pad to keep the strap from chafing the skin, and to help keep the front portion of the saddle centered. Most horses don't mind that strap, as it just needs to be tight enough to fit.
What every horse I've ever met hated is the center belly cinch, which is the primary cinch for a lot of riders. It's critical to keeping you, the rider, alive on horseback, but it's one of the least fun sensory experiences for the horse due to how tightly it needs to be drawn to keep the saddle steady regardless of speed. Some horses will inflate their bellies to look fatter while you're tightening the cinch up to try and trick you into leaving it a notch or two too loose. It doesn't actually hurt them to have the cinch properly tightened; they just find the sensation annoying and can get mischievous if they're having a lazy day.
After the belly cinch is tightened, if you share your saddle (such as if you're taking classes and rent the tack that goes on your horse), you also want to adjust the length of the stirrups to properly suit the length of your legs. If you own your saddle and aren't getting any taller or shorter, this is usually a skippable part because you've already done it a while ago.
Bridles:
Once again, there are different kinds of bridles for different uses! There are bitless bridles, like this:
Reasons for using bitless bridles can vary. A bridle with a bit usually doesn't do any harm to the horse while providing more control to the rider over where the horse is going with its head. Horses that spook easily, are prone to misbehaving, or just aren't very thoroughly trained yet are usually trained on bridles with bits in order so the rider can take control of the horse's head and better guide them in the direction they need to go.
Bitless bridles are naturally more comfortable for the horse, since nothing has to go in their mouths, and allows for them to do things like graze freely if you're riding them out in pastures and spaces where you're likely to take breaks from riding in places where food is growing. Horses with sensory issues, that were late in being trained to ride, or that have dental problems a bit would irritate tend to do better with bitless bridles, but the rider themselves have to be willing to sacrifice that extra control and trust the horse more.
What are bits for and what types are there?
The main bit types I've seen most in my experience are Snaffle Bits.
Snaffle Bits:
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As you can see, there are quite a few varieties of snaffle bits. In horse terminology, snaffle bits are considered "severe" bits, although they don't actually do any harm to the horse. "Severe" is more meant to describe the level of control and rigidity the bit provides to the rider compared to the level of freedom the horse has when they're riding together. Most horses are trained on and completely fine with snaffle bits, and if they do have any issues, the owner can switch types to see if the horse is more comfortable with a different type.
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With bits, their primary uses are to communicate with and direct the course of the horse's head when the rider pulls on or relaxes the reins in their grip. Some horses can be very flighty and need the help of a sturdy bit that has the potential of pinching the corners of their lips if the rider has to pull too hard to get them under control in the event of a scare. For other horses that don't need as much correction or situational control, they respond best to the sensation of the metal's pressure even on their tongue and lower jaw and move in the direction they feel the metal press the most firmly in their mouth.
Bits do not automatically destroy a horse's teeth. What a lot of people who haven't worked with horses aren't totally conscious of is that horse's jaw looks like:
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Between their frontmost teeth and molars, there's a huge gap where there's nothing but free space, and a bridle's bit is usually so small compared to the space the horse naturally has in its mouth that they can often comfortably graze and drink water with the bit still in, although some will try their hardest to spit the bit out when they want to eat, but that's more of a preference than a pain issue. Their front teeth are used for plucking food out of the ground (or biting the shit out of your unsuspecting stable hand's love handle when they're distracted), and they use their tongues to guide the food back toward their molars to chew. Experienced horses can often figure out how to eat around the bit still in their mouths, but they don't like it, and nice riders will take the bit out (you can do this without removing the bridle) when they're not needed so the horse can have its mouth back.
My character is in from riding. What's the routine like after you're done?
Firstly, if the horse is very hot and still huffing and puffing from all the work/running it's been doing, we'll swap their bridles out for halters, put them on a leading rope:
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Which, yes, can be tied into a bridle if you aren't a raging lazy ass like I was if you have the right type of rope, and then we'll take the horse on a cool-down walk in the paddock or a covered arena.
Like joggers and other heavy-exercisers, it's essential for the health of the horse's heart to help them slowly wind back down from working themselves into a literal sweat for so their heart rate gently returns to a lower pace. Stopping an overheated and overworked horse cold can actually be more stressful on them than if you take them for a slow, steady walk (sometimes just in circles until they slow down to a stop on their own), until they're steady and relaxed enough to be ready to tack down, brush out, and either let them back out to the paddock to roam, or put them to bed in their stall for the night with some fresh food and water. Their hooves are re-picked and checked again for any signs of damage or wear, and if they're especially sweaty, may need some towel-off time with a sweat-scraper and actual towels or fistfuls of straw.
The final, most important part of the day:
Spending quality one-on-one time with the horse with no tack, no riding, and no fussing around with work. Horses love to play, they crave affection and attention, and are extremely intelligent and curious. They get zoomies. They can be complete dorks. They can be love-bugs. They can even be protectors. They love following their favorite people around and watching what they're doing, and even try to involve themselves somehow (usually by flagrant acts of hat/jacket theft). They can get bored and destructive like puppies and kittens. If they're lonely for you and you haven't visited in a while, they'll chew on the edge of their fence to comfort themselves - it's called "cribbing".
You know those videos showing quirky families that live with a horse in their house part-time or full-time? That's not that unrealistic for horses at all. They're highly social, and prefer to sleep and live in close groups. They love to be pet and scratched, and often will try to reciprocate shows of cuddling and affection the best they can.
When a horse loves their rider, riding becomes fun for them both! When there's a real bond between them, the tacking and riding process can all be part of what the horse perceives as play and bonding time. Horses that are trained to do handle other sports, such as horseback sharpshooting, barrel racing, racing in general, polo, and the like can also genuinely enjoy the sports they play like human athletes!
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random !nsfw! satosugu headcanons in my brain
Geto
- one word: edging
- either a sex god or incredibly inexperienced no in between
- his arch goes crazy he could probably be a yoga instructor in his spare time or join the circus he can also dislocate and relocate his joints at will he's a bit of a freak and also uh a bit of a cat (he vibrates when he purrs)
- if a guy was a siren but was also kind of vanilla ???
- he does have some freaky curses and shit but I feel like he's simple most of the time. only satoru gets him hard
- insane bussy
- he enjoys spreading himself apart for satoru but also enjoys breaking his back
- choking
- extremely sweet and indulgent dom that can switch up very fast / power bottom ? idk gay sex
- imo he takes longer to like show his horniness since he has more self composure but if you know him well you can tell his mood
- moans with a bit of grunting
- REALLY good at dirty talk (see edging)
- he honestly prefers to take it slow in the bedroom maybe even painfully so and he's also self conscious about his body but satoru pretty much worships him
- his blush is very cute and charming and he has this indulgent smile that makes satoru pee himself or cum or cry or die
- physically he's very strong and has strong stamina and his force is good he can go a long time usually without losing self control and can control his ejaculation for a good while. eventually bottoms out and becomes a vulnerable mess
- Master of head
-When he tops he talks quietly and very sweetly and when he bottoms he's pretty loud but not as loud as gojo
Gojo
- Didn't think he would enjoy bottoming as much as he does
- Still tops, because boy pussy is too tempting
- He doesn't look feral like he did in shibuya necessarily but he definitely looks.. high.. Or more like he's in a drunken stupor. His eyes are half closed and he's flushed up to his ears and he's just a disgusting pile of mush . Sentimental vomit
- Certain parts of him are very sensitive like his thighs and he will whimper if they are touched however. He like usually grunts from the bottom of his stomach first and then becomes a whimperer. Throw some moans in later
-Not as flexible as Geto ; he will end up bedridden for a couple days sometimes
- Will physically die if he is not always looking at/touching Geto in some way. Like he always needs to have his hand on his ass or something
- He is strong too with high endurance but if he is touched in a specific way or is pushed past a certain point he will make a mess of himself
- Fan of overstimulation, likes being sucked off while he's wearing a butt plug or something like that
- Geto is better at giving head than him but he still tries.. Sometimes he chokes a little on Suguru’s pierced cock but he soldiers on
- He's like lowkey kind of silent or really mushy when he's on top and when he's bottom he's yelling so loud the neighbors called the cops
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❛ 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈. crossover
feat. Kayden Break x Fem!Dazai!Reader | wc. 4.4k
sum. Kayden's meeting with a certain suicidal maniac took 10 years of his life.
Red means your dialogue
Blue means Kayden's dialogue
Green means any Eleceed / BSD Character's dialogue
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HOW YOU MET (Port Mafia Dazai)
Is this even worth narrating?
Come on, it's Dazai we're talking about
How you met the Awakened ones always share the same story, and Kayden is no exception.
Kayden was just minding his own business, definitely not beating someone else's ass when he suddenly saw a lump of black coat floating in the river behind his opponent.
Canonically, he wouldn't give a shit at first. Then he noticed the piece of clothing seemed to be twitching and bubbles were floating, as if someone is dying out of hypothermia
For once, he wanted to do a good deed.
So, he struck his lightning prowess in the water
To help the person reach their destiny faster, Kayden seemed to know the person wants to commit suicide
"ACK!" A high pitch shriek filtered his ears, his eye brows rose ever so lightly and an amused smirk graced his lips. He's 100% that was the last word they uttered before death greeted them.
Surprisingly, the water tides brought the person at the shore, laying face flat on the ground, barely breathing.
He shrugged it off, assuming they're already dead. What caught his attention is the feminine built the person has despite being clad in a fancy suit.
Curiosity took over (probably one of the reasons why he became a cat)
He strutted over the limped body with its back facing him, a few glimpses of the person and he can tell she's very much a woman.
The most noticeable feature was her brunette hair that cascades elegantly down her back.
Squinting further, he could deduce the bandages wrapped around her arms as well as her right eye.
"She looks filthy rich to be depressed and commit suicide." He mumbled to himself before turning the girl so she's now laying on her back.
His onyx eyes widened by a fraction.
She looked rather peaceful, skin pale as a doll and an angelic face that screams danger if he indulged.
Suddenly, her eyes rolled back and Kayden have never been so horrified in his life. How the fuck? Didn't his lightning did the job?
Not when almost losing against Korean's Top 1 nor fearing death, no, this is more than petrifying.
A girl coming back from the dead?! Nah uh! He's convinced she's Satan Spawn.
"You're still alive?!" He exclaimed, uncharacteristically.
The brunette never had a second to process anything and smiled gracefully that sent him shivers, "Unfortunately. Were you the one who struck the lightning to hasten my journey in the afterlife?"
𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭? He thought to himself, "How did you know someone struck lightning?" He questioned as he bent down enough to maintain eye contact. She should've been dead by then
"Because fate lead me to you."
"Don't confuse fantasy over reality. Who are you?"
Staring at her smiling face, he saw how she cracked a mischievous grin, "I'll answer that after you join me." He tilted his head, "Join?"
Finally, she sit straight up, fixating her attire despite being drenched in water before taking his hand.
And Kayden who values his personal bubble more than anything, slapped her hand away, "Don't get familiar with me, woman. Touch me again and I'll definitely kill you." He spat out venomously.
Ideally, any person would be either fuming or peeing.
And she did neither of those.
Instead, she seemed enthusiastic about the prospect of death by his hands and without hesitation, she grabbed his hand once more, followed by her signature flirtatious phrase before he could conjure his lightning.
"You look handsome like the Tteokbokki I ate earlier. Would you be willing to join me in a double suicide?"
The rest is history itself
JK
Kayden almost sent her in the nearest mental institute.
He couldn't figure out what's the deal with that woman.
The following days were spent by her tagging along. No matter where he goes, she would somehow appear a minute later despite the distance being miles away.
And would ALWAYS nag him to join her in a double suicide, plus with a few half hearted compliments on his looks that boosted his self-esteem slightly suffice that.
Was she just bluffing or what?
Maybe just wanting attention?
Or plainly flirtatious in nature?
He wouldn't know
She's too unpredictable and difficult to interpret what her real intentions are behind her actions.
At one point, she deduced who would try and ambush him the other day and even warned him creepily about it
But creepy, he meant always mentioning Suicide in every sentences she converse with him.
It almost doesn't make sense and he didn't take it into account.
Until, that day actually came and a group of unaffiliated Awakened people gang up on him.
Of course, it was a piece of cake for him
But the accuracy of her prediction is frightening. Is she an Awakened one as well? If so, then what's her power?
He hasn't heard of anyone having foresight as their power.
Most awakened ones developed powers that are either Offensive or Defensive.
She could be the first that falls in between
He just can't understand her logic behind suicide.
He completely forgot to actually strike her with his lightning with how distracted he is to get away from her.
Honestly, this is the first time he prefers to run away from a person than confront them face to face like he usually does
There's no reason to not kill her. She's being a nuisance, not those typical ones he fought.
But he would actually get rid of those nuisance if he wills to it, just what's up with her that he can't do it?
And he still doesn't even know her name!
"Stop kneeling! Don't you have an ounce of dignity to preserve?!" He shouted over the sea of people around them.
There she was, down to her one knee as if proposing romantically to him, and she is.
"My darling—"
"And stop calling me with those ridiculous endearment!"
Soon enough, whispers among the crowd began to rise, saying Kayden is the bad boyfriend who never gives equal affection as his girlfriend. Oh, he's totally fed up alright.
He snatched her bandaged wrist and strode at the nearest alleyway before shoving her in the darkness.
"Fine! Since you want to die that badly. I'll grant that pathetic wish of yours."
Azure electricity crackled between his thumb and index finger before it began rapidly growing into what it looks like a Chidori.
He expected for her expression to falter, he plans to rip her facade away and expose what's beneath that mask of hers.
He aims his attack straight to her, and unexpectedly, she was still smiling and even cheering him up to make it quick and less painful
In between those lines, she yelled out how boring this method of murder is.
Gritting his teeth, he launched the attack and made extreme tremors that shook the ground beneath his feet, even the walls on either side of him cracked at the intensity.
He wasn't able to witness how she went down with all the smoke the accumulated afterwards. He's 100000% that it got her, there's no way she would survive that attack.
*RING* *RING*
A phone? But he doesn't even have a single gadget with him
"Moshi! Moshi!"
No way... HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?! No way he missed
Once the dust settled down, he could see the silhouette of the woman casually conversing with someone on the phone.
Dumbfounded, Kayden doesn't know what greater words that can describe what he's feeling right now.
Your conversation fell deaf in his ears as her face is now wiped out from any mirth.
Your red eyes glinting in the dark, face devoid from any emotion. It's the first time she showed an emotion other than mischief and it sure left the soon Top 1 Awaken in shock.
That's the look of a calculated manipulator and murderer. A look Kayden is still not familiar of as he's only been exposed to the ones who would recklessly throw themselves just to be more powerful.
She ended the call and puts her phone back in her pocket, she trailed her gaze at him, grinning maniacally at his reaction.
"How unfortunate. My boss just called me and I have to get back in our headquarters." She frowned as if indicating how frustrated she is that he wasn't able to grant her wish.
Still in daze, Kayden narrowed his eyes, "Your boss?"
She nodded, "Looks like you failed, Kayden."
At the mention of his name, lightning quickly pelted down to strike her down. She knows him?
Well, it wasn't that surprising considering he's been challenging popular and powerful Awakened people from left and right.
The thing is, he doesn't know if she's an Awakened one like him or not. Most ordinary people with no powers shouldn't know his name
"Ouch! It's more powerful than the previous one."
She giggled through the speck of dust, and looked at him straight to the eye that face him an eerie feeling.
"W-What? How are you not dead?!"
She smiled as blood drenched the bandage on her right eye, probably the cause of the debris that his electricity broke.
"I don't plan on dying by your hands. If you will, I'll gladly show you what suicide actually means by joining me."
Kayden never got to answer her stupid offer.
She disappeared after that, as if she never existed in the first place.
It was the turning point of Kayden's life.
After that mysterious encounter, he just kept getting stronger and stronger. That event can't drill in his mind, who exactly was that woman?
Is she really an Awakened one like him?
Was that her ability? To be immune to their powers?
He has so many questions, and unfortunately, no one can answer them just yet
Not until he finds that damn woman first
ACQUAINTANCE to FRIENDS
It's been what? Years? Five years to be exact.
And he has no luck finding that waste-of-bandage girl
He really did his best scouring every nook of Earth.
Even having a detour to the same country twice, still no luck
Instead, the news about the Great Kayden being wounded and weakened spread across globe and most Awakeners tried to pursue and kill him, or worse, take his Force Control.
With all the shenanigans he began in his youth, backfired
And now he finds himself in a fat cat form with a nuthead blonde kid as his apprentice.
It's been hell of a ride for him, Jiwoo being targeted by Baekdu and being kidnapped, him breaking his core etc etc
Dr. Delein managed to heal his arms, but his Core is a different story.
Kayden had to resolve in contacting the World's Best Healer, Kartein (or so the rich guy proclaimed)
Him scamming himself in learning how to change into a cat in exchange of healing his apprentice yada yada.
Kartein is all over the place when the deal almost got compromised with how stubborn Jiwoo is. In the end, Kayden convinced him to heal Jiwoo while he's still unconscious.
Outside the room, the ravenette guarded the place with crossed arms and unfriendly demeanor.
"Mr. Kayden."
The Chairwoman of Shinwa Corporation came with her right hand, Inhyuk. Both of them plastered concerned looks as they felt someone's presence inside the room Jiwoo is in.
"I heard you came with Kartein. Is that his power I'm feeling inside?"
"Right, he's treating Jiwoo right now." He replied curtly.
"I see." Jiyoung sighed.
"Seems like our country has been a tourist spot for powerful Awakened ones." Inhyuk proudly stated with a hint of wary.
The Chairwoman couldn't agree more, "I didn't expect a detective to help Jiwoo. And now the infamous Kartein healing him..."
Kayden's eyebrows arch, "Since when did you have a Detective?"
"Oh right, we weren't able to inform. A Detective from Yokohama, Japan is behind all the schemes that occurred between the conversation of Suman King and the President, Supil Kang."
Jiyoung continued after Inhyuk, "She's also the one who anonymously sent Suman the location where Jiwoo is kidnapped."
I don't know if her motives are good or not, but it doesn't change the fact she contributed in helping Jiwoo, Jiyoung thought.
Wrinkles decorated Kayden's forehead, "Why didn't you tell me beforehand? Does Jiwoo know this?"
Jiyoung casted her gaze down, "No, he doesn't. She told us to keep this a secret until the problem has been resolved."
"Why would she help Jiwoo?"
Now this is the first the Great Kayden initiating talks with question.
"I... have no clue. But I can tell you, she's a sly Detective. To think she was able to track down Jiwoo and plan ahead of Supil and used Suman as her trap to lower Supil's guard down."
The Chairwoman had thought this through, she gave her name and even the address where the Detective is working, but it still didn't ease up the suspicion she's feeling.
"She's obviously no ordinary person. We tried backtracking her messages to us but it always lead us to a dead end." Inhyuk supplied.
Kayden was contemplating, the description matches the girl he met five years ago. Could it be...?
"What's her name?" He looked straight at the two.
They let the air of silence hang before uttering the name.
"Dazai Y/N."
Who the fuck is that?!
If only he could fly back in Japan as follow the address to check the credibility that girl is giving them.
But he can't.
Jiwoo is in a vulnerable state, even though he trusts Shinwa Corporation, it's still better if he's the one guarding his place.
He shouldn't be distracted at the moment. He made a mental note to find that Dazai Y/N later after Kartein comes out.
A few days later, Kartein announced he has healed his apprentice's core but would still need further treatment.
He wasted no time flying across the tall skyscrapers, in hopes to find the woman who helped Jiwoo.
Deep in the recess of his mind tells him she's nearby.
But where?!
One Eternity Later...
He gave up.
Jiyoung wasn't capping when she said that detective is a sly one. In the past 5 hours, he would've fed that cats and teach Kartein how to turn into a cat. Not blindly doing parkour.
Fortunately, seems like fate has other plans for him
"Oh my dear Kayden!"
The ravenette conjured a lightning bolt at the culprit and immediately regretted it afterwards, the effects of his attack caused a few casualties and probably a death of someone.
The gears of his mind began to work as the feminine voice sounded awfully familiar to him, he just can't pin point whom.
*COUGH* *COUGH*
"You're really rough around the edges... I like it."
Squinting his eyes, he caught a glimpse of a feminine figure emerging from the terrible blunder he committed.
At first, he thought his mind is playing tricks on himself.
The brown coat and her brunette hair flows behind her like a banner, a few lose bandages were noticeable and that alone unlocks a certain memory on his mind.
"Ara! Ara!" As your silhouette came closer to him, he knew he had found you, "You should've ended me!"
Rough start if you may say
You're attached to his hip that entire day, and Kayden was reluctant on how to act around you. Everything she does is so nonchalant as if you two have been friends.
By the end of the day, Kayden wasn't able to pick the courage to ask about your involvement in Jiwoo.
You stayed for a few weeks; the entirety of your stay has been chaotic and questing
JIWOO met you after Kartein discharged him from Shinwa's hospital. You two instantly became friends, Kayden has told him she helped him from his abduction and couldn't be more grateful enough for you
In return for your good deed, he must commit a double suicide with you.
Kayden forbid Jiwoo from seeing her ever again. Of course, the blonde absolutely disagreed with his mentor on that one
He was ecstatic to know you also like cats and even became stray cat feeder buddies when his friends aren't around.
Always concerned about your well-being and mental health whenever you ask random strangers to commit double suicide with you and even confronted you about it.
Poor bby couldn't understand what your dumb reasons as to why you're addicted to death.
KARTEIN is mostly irritated by your existence as you would always accidentally cancel his cat transformation whenever you hold him. He's also mildly curious about you, part of him is intrigued to know how your powers work.
Oh? Did I mention you already met him far way back when you were still in the Port Mafia? Well, now you know.
You two work well in annoying Kayden, that's one thing he would approve of your existence. You seem to have the best prank lists that's effective in infuriating Kayden.
He might as well scam himself to let you teach him the best of the best things to blow Kayden's fuse on a daily basis.
Jiwoo's group of friends meeting was chaotic. I mean it, C H A O T I C.
When the trio waltzes in Jiwoo's abode, SUBIN was the first to see you holding a rope near the staircase and asked who you were and what were you doing with it.
"Oh this? Are you perhaps interested in joining me for a double suicide, mademoiselle?"
Honestly, Subin would be simping over you like how she does with Kayden and Kartein if it wasn't for your suicidal tendency.
But you two became buddy-buddy in a span of 2 days all because you talked about Kayden's little secret that will certainly make any female scream in glee... His di— Let's not say anything about this matter.
Subin absolutely loves your style, since she into any tomboy look and for her, you nailed that style with your coat. Would often make suggestions about clothing brands and go on shopping spree in your free time.
Our thug Elsa is loaded aright? And she would not hesitate to spend her money.
WOOIN was your number one victim in suicide attempts. Poor giant bby looked all flustered whenever you converse to him, seemingly sheepish and bashful around you.
Though, you don't push your luck on him, if you noticed him getting too uncomfortable then you'll immediately back off.
He doesn't tell you directly that he needs his personal bubble and you sort of appreciate how polite he is.
He would barely saiy any word to you if you don't initiate the conversation. But if you buy him his favorite meal, boy you have his respect and adoration.
Constantly ask you if you like any particular food that would interest him to try and you would suggest the unthinkable.
"Poison." :)
JISUK almost used his wind prowess to propell you away from their precious cinnamon roll. How did Jiwoo even managed to befriend with the likes of you?
From his perspective, the blonde boy seemed attached to you and doesn't bother to confide you about your suicidal attempts.
He literally called his sister to send you in the mental hospital
That's how you met JIYOUNG YOO.
And that's how you completely accepted the fact that you're not straight at all.
You're literally everywhere, anywhere and somewhere lol.
To say Jiyoung was creeped out of Dazai Y/N would be an understatement. Of course anyone can already guess what's your first words to her.
At first, she was only impressed by your deduction skills. She hasn't seen anyone pull the impossible before. Probably, only Kayden at that time but you broke her expectations.
However, Jiyoung can't deny the beauty you withhold as well. You're simply too breathtaking and charming, one of the few females who managed to unhinge her jaw in awe.
Now she's questioning her sexuality. She understands that she doesn't have to be bisexual to admire someone's beauty.
But something about you just lure her to indulge the mystery shrouding your existence.
Enter INHYUK who keeps on complimenting and expressing his gratitude towards you in helping Jiwoo.
Admittedly, he was a bit suspicious of your hidden agendas but instantly warmed up to you as days passed.
You've come to learn he also a hardcore cat lover, which is why you tend to give him the most random things relating to cats, whether it could be new food brand, toys etc.
Then there's KAYDEN BREAK.
Boy did he regret ever scouring the Earth just to find you.
You didn't change, especially about your Suicidal thoughts, that's one thing Kayden ever noticed about you.
He hated how you value your life so little, it's none of his business but it irks him whenever he witnessed you attempting all types of suicide as if it's just as intrinsic to you as his lungs expanding for a breath or his heart pumping blood through his veins.
You don't show any signs of depression or anything that caused you to willingly end your life. So why? Is it just for your own form of entertainment?
Your brunette hair is as long as he remembered, chocolate eyes that gleamed red whenever someone posed a threat to you, aka HIM.
He wonders about your clothing style but never prodded anything.
He wanted to ask you to quell his curiosity, he blames his cat instinct for the matter. But he was too much of a coward to even mutter a word to you without a profanity laced in them.
And that cycle continues until you told them.
"Man, what a lonely life without someone having the kind heart to join me in my passing." You theatrically expressed.
No one took you seriously, aside from Jiwoo who's constantly fretting over your well-being.
Your infamous phase made Kayden vividly remembered your last words to him before you disappear out of nowhere.
"Where are you going to next?" The Strongest Awakener nudged you with his paw as you were mulling over your next suicide attempt that you probably didn't hear what he asked.
Surprisingly, you did, "In Heaven or Hell. Depends."
Werp, he should have expected that useless answer.
Frowning, he jumped off the couch and fed his fellow cats, Kartein was fast asleep far away from you. Jiwoo is out with his friends.
"Why do you suddenly ask?" You readjust your sitting position and watch him pour tons of cat food in the bowl.
Immediately after, the cats began chowing down and it's only a matter of time before they finished up the entire bowl, "Just a general question. I have lots of them."
You weren't dumb to pick up his hints, he wants answers. ASAP
"Hmm, I don't have a set of destination." You vaguely replied, playing with the sleeping cat that has scars beside you.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He huffed as he went back beside you, "Is that also the reason why you vanished years ago 'cuz you can't navigate your way in life?"
You laughed half-heartedly, "Guilty as charged." There was an unspoken norm between the two of you.
In spite the differences, you were able to befriend with the Strongest Awakener.
He's like a fresh start to your devoid world. You have no presence or life. No amount of flowery adjectives or purple prose could truly pin down this bare void you feel burying itself into your chest, the longer you exist in Earth's orbit.
But now, there's an unknown ignition of fierce competition slash friendliness between the two of you. Whatever it is, you'd be damn to let that fire diminish without even flaming.
It was the next day when you suddenly vanished without a word to your new friends. Kayden and Kartein weren't surprised by this.
Jiwoo and the others are rather betrayed for your abrupt leave. Jiyoung also felt a bit disappointed your stay isn't permanent.
Kayden, however, has an unsuspecting hunch you'd be returning sooner than they thought.
A/N: Werp, that went well, I guess? Is this okay? PART 2 will come out in a few weeks. See y'all
>> PART II
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Make Me
Kinktober Day 11
Lo'ak/Human!Reader
Warnings: 18+, Aged Up Characters, Restraints, Electrostimulation, Alien Genitalia, Bratt!Lo'ak, Dom!Reader, Size Differance, Mommy Kink, Safe Sane Consensual
Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕
Dividers by @cafekitsune
Lo’ak is the love of my life. He is the one who I will run to in my time of need. He is so sweet and kind, always the first person to lift me up when my mood is low, to make me laugh and smile. But damn, do I want to wring his neck some days!
Jake has been a bitch to Lo’ak and Neteyam lately, more so than usual. It’s been making Lo’ak and Neteyam moody recently. Neteyam’s mate has been ‘helping’ with his moods, keeping the clan up all night during the process, both facing the clan with massive smiles and a limp the following morning.
Lo’ak and I have a slightly different game we play. Some days, Lo’ak takes charge, having complete control over me. Leaving me aching pleasurably the next day. Other times, we play a game of cat and mouse. Lo’ak teasing me until I can’t bear it anymore, leaving me to take control of him and his body until he can’t even think of disobeying me. But he doesn’t make it easy. I’m five foot, and trying to make your nine-foot boyfriend do something he doesn’t want to is nearly impossible. But that’s where the fun comes in.
You see, Lo’ak won't go down easy. He wants to be ‘forced’, the complete lack of control over anything besides his mouth. Getting that part of him to listen is something only Eywa can do.
I climbed high into a tree and got myself ‘stuck’. Now, I lay in wait for my handsome muntxatan to save me.
“Syulang! Where are you?” Speak of the devil, and he will appear.
“I’m up here, Lo’ak!” I shout to him
Lo’ak’s tall frame comes into view, his head swiveling. Finally, his eyes land on me bewildered, “Syulang, what are you doing up there?” Questioning my sanity.
“I may have gotten stuck?” I lie sweetly, batting my eyelashes.
A laugh erupts from Lo’ak, “You’re such a skxawng. You are always getting yourself into trouble, leaving your big strong mate to save you. My precious skxawng.”
“Come on, Lo’ak, please! Help me down!” I pout at him.
His body moves slowly, arrogance etched into his movements, “I don't know, baby girl. I think you can ask me better than that,” A smirk stretches over his handsome face.
“Come on Lo’ak, please help me down?” I ask again, whining a little.
“Hey there, don’t be a whiny girl; be my good girl and ask me nicely.” Lo’ak’s arms open wide, “I’m here to help you.”
I slowly crawl out on the branch, “Please, Lo’ak, please get me down. I’ve been stuck up here for a while.” I beg, “I really need to pee.”
“Alright, Syulang, I got you.” Chuckling, he reaches his arms up to me.
Seeing my moment, I latch the first cuff to his hand, swing over the branch, and quickly cuff the other. Lo’ak stands on his tiptoes, arms raised, hanging from the branch. I climb down from the tree easily, staring at Lo’ak, pleased at my work.
“Babe, this is ridiculous. Let me go.” He demands., struggling against the binds.
“No, can do baby. You’ve been in a mood recently; now it’s time for me to deal with it.” I reply, running my hand up his torso.
“Who fucking cares if I’m in a mood? Let me down now before I make your punishment worse.”Lo’ak growled.
I smack his inner thigh, “Don’t you cuss at me! I have had enough of your attitude, and now I will correct it.”
Lo’ak kicked out the leg I smacked, “Fuck you!” He snarled.
Sighing, I grab another rope and an object that I had hidden before, “I was hoping you'd be a good boy and take your punishment, but apparently, that's too much to ask for.” I loop the rope around his ankle before securing it to the tree, bending the knee, and stretching his leg back. Barely even giving him a move to wiggle.
“Stop being a bitch! Let me go!” Lo’ak yells.
I stop before him and show the object I had hidden from view, “Do you remember this, Lo’ak? This was your best friend the last time you started acting out.”
Lo’ak stops wiggling, his throat bobbing as he sees what's in my hand, “That is nothing.” His bravo fading.
I laugh at his reaction, “Oh baby, you know the drill. Every time you talk back to me, you’ll get a gift from your friend,” trailing the tip from his ankle and playing around his calf.
“Like I give a shi-” Lo’ak’s voice gives out from the shock.
The cattle prod has always been an excellent tool for dealing with Lo’ak’s moods.
“Now, back to before, you’ve been quite the bratt lately. You were stomping through the village, snapping at the songmakers, telling off the weavers, and even with me!” I pause, walking to his back, “You’ve been short with me. Not answering my questions! You even slept on the other side of our kelku! Frankly, I am done with your attitude.”
“Maybe if you weren't a bitch, that wouldn’t be a problem,”
Snap! I hit his ribs.
“Fuck you!”
Snap! Along his shoulder.
“Bitch!”
Snap! On his ass check.
Lo’ak moans as he lifts his free leg, curling toward his ass.
“No, baby, put your leg back down. We’re not done here.” I grab his leg and put it back down.
Breathlessly, Lo’ak responds, “Ye-yes, we are. You’ve had you’re fun. Now let me go.”
A groan escapes my lips, “You really aren't understanding, are you?” I return to his front, trailing the cattle prod around his stomach, tracing random patterns into his skin, “You have been a brat,”
Snap! Over his navel.
“You are the one being punished here, and you keep making it worse.”
Lo’ak groans, “I’m not being a brat!”
Snap! The mark left on his hip is beautiful.
“Please! Stop! I’ll be good!” He begs.
“You’re gonna be good for me? Gonna take your punishment like a good boy?” I croon.
Lo’ak paused momentarily, “But, but, you already punished me. You kept shocking me. I already had my punishment.” He stuttered.
“Awww, baby. Did you think being nice would get you out of your punishment? After all those names you called me? No, you still need your punishment.” I cackle at his attempt at manipulating me.
Then my face is wet. A small wet pack on my cheek. I look up at Lo’ak, and I see a smirk under his snarl.
“Did you just fucking spit on me?” I deadpan.
“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” His drool slipped down his lips.
Wiping the saliva off my cheek, I walk over to the tree and climb it, moving over so I’m hanging over Lo’ak. He looks at me, confusion bleeding through his cocky look. I grab the top of his kuru, starting at the top of his skull, and pull, “You’re gonna regret that, bitch.”
Lo’ak started whining and blubbering useless threats. So I wrapped his kuru around and placed the thick of it in his mouth before tucking the rest into his necklace.
“Now that should keep your mouth out of trouble,” I smile at his plight, gagged by his own kuru.
“Ich! uck u!” He garbbled out, unable to use his tongue or lips.
“Sorry, what was that baby? I can’t understand you. It sounds like your mouth is full,” I tease, my face breaking out into a smirk.
Lo’ak growls and hisses through his gagged mouth, drool leaking from his open lips. Dripping down his neck and over his chest, leaving multiple trails, one trailing down and over his left nipple, another trailing over into his opened slit.
“Look at that baby,” taking my hand and rubbing at his slit, “You’re already so open for me. You’re gagging for it, aren't you” laughing at my own pun.
I can’t tell if Lo’ak’s groan is from the pleasure of his slit being touched or my pun. Either way, I am happy with the result.
“See, isn’t this so much better? Me playing with your slit, waiting for your cock to come out and play.” Dipping a finger into his slit, avoiding his dick.
“Mmm,” Lo’ak moans contently.
“I bet you do like that baby,” I use a finger from my other hand and pull his slit open.
“Ese!” Lo’ak begs.
“Please? You want more? Such good manners, baby, I’ll give you some more.” Purposefully misinterpreting his words.
I slide another finger from each hand inside, and I can see his cock drop down, his walls no longer holding it inside; as I open it wider, it slips out and hangs in the open. A pretty little muffled scream escapes his mouth. Probably from his cock being exposed so quickly to the cold air.
“Look, baby, you just fell right out! I didn’t even have to take it out. You must like this so much!” I gleefully examine.
Lo’ak writhes in his bonds, trying to turn this way and that, but all it does is stretch his slit more. Lo’ak’s whines fill my ears, a beautiful melody sung for me. Tears started trailing down his face.
“My poor baby, crying just from opening his slit like a slut, dick hard, and your spines are looking for anything, aren’t they? I love it when you look like a whore for me.” I mock.
I take my fingers out, leaving his slit gaping, cock hanging in the open, “You make such a pretty picture, baby. I should take a picture.”
“Mmmommmy, ese!” Lo’ak cries, finally giving in.
“That’s my good boy. Calling out for mommy.” I smile, picking up the cattle prod again. “Now you’re going to take your punishment like a good boy. Then you can get your reward.”
Lo’ak nods eagerly, “Originally, I was gonna go easy on you, but then you just had to go and call me all those awful names. You kicked me and even spat on me! You only have yourself to blame for how this will go now.”
I hear his pathetic attempts to apologize and choose to ignore them.
I slide the cattle prod into the junction where his thigh and groin meet.
“Oooooooo!” He begs sobs, shaking his body.
Snap!
Lo’ak flinches the best he can in his binds.
“Good boy, that’s one, five more to go.”
Lo’ak’s tears increase, flowing down his face, as sobs wreck through his chest, rattling his whole body. I slide the cattle prod over to the other junction, but Lo’ak squeezes the leg shut the best he can.
A growl emits from me. “Lo’ak, if you don’t open your leg for me right now, I’m adding more!”
His leg slides open again, “Oooorrryy!”
Snap!
A squeal erupts erupts from him.
“That’s two, baby, three more to go.”
I step back to see the pretty picture Lo’ak makes, and I see Lo’ak’s cock twitching, precum dripping into a puddle between his legs. No matter how much he begs for it to end, that’s not what he really wants. But I really want to hear him. So, as much of an ordeal as it is, I climb and free his kuru from his mouth.
“Mo-momm-mommy, p-p-ple-ese!” Globs of drool leaves his mouth.
“Oh baby, mommy’s here, mommy’s gonna take care of you. My baby boy.” I soothe, “Last three now, baby, then mommy will make you cum.”
“Pl-please, Mommy, I’ll be good! No m-m-o-more!” Lo’ak pleads.
I sign disappointedly, “You know better, baby, now unless you want to add more, what do you say?”
Lo’ak’s breath hitches as he speaks, “Th-thank you, Mo-mommy, f-for tak-taking care of m-m-me.”
“And?”
Lo’ak’s ears are pinned back, and his voice is barely above a whisper. “Th-th-thank you for pu-punish-punishing me.” Emmbarisment is shown in his every feature.
I let a soft smile take over, “Good boy.”
Snap! Right in his left nipple, the one covered in drool.
“MOMMY!” Lo’ak screams.
“That's three, two more to go,” I count down.
Snap! I hit the other nipple, leaving both of them swollen.
“Mommy! Please! Mommy!”
“That’s four, baby, one more to go.” I soothe, rubbing his flank, “Are you ready for the last one?”
“Mommy, please, wanna be good,” Lo’ak’s hips humping the air.
“My good boy.”
I slowly drag the cattle prod down his chest, past his stomach, and down past his cock; to the underside of his slit, sliding the smallest part in. Lo’ak’s eyes widened in panic, and he attempted to thrash.
“NO! MOMMY! PLEASE! NO! NOT THERE!”
I hold still, ensuring the cattle prod never moves from its target. Eventually, Lo’ak stills, accepting his fate.
Snap!
Lo’ak’s eye rolled to the back of his head, mouth agape in a silent scream, as he came. A flood of cum poured out of him. His spines flexed, trying to figure out where to go, unable to understand how it was cumming without being inside.
“Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy,” Lo’ak chants my name like a prayer.
I ease the cattle prod out of him, “There you go, baby. All done now. You did such a good job.” I rub his stomach calmly, giving as much comfort as I can. I untie his leg, needing him to calm down, before letting him down.
“My baby, do you feel better? Are you ready to get down?” I ask.
Lo’ak nods, “Yes, please, Mommy, wanna cuddle.”
“Okay, baby, mommy will get you down.” I quickly let him down and bring his head to my chest, Lo’ak lying over me.
I play with his hair, murmuring sweet nothings until he calms, and then we lay there in silence, basking in each other's presence.
“Thank you, tìyawn,” Lo’ak mumbles, his voice broken.
“Anytime, baby. You know I love helping you with all your needs.” I respond, kissing his head.
“I know you do, and I will always return the favor,” Lo’ak whispers, “My life is yours,” he kisses my chest right over my heart.
“And mine is yours.” Kissing each of his five fingers.
We lay in silence for a while.
“Hey, babe?” Lo’ak asks.
“Hmm?”
“How many times do you think you could get pregnant with all that cum on the ground?”
Update: a visual description of the genitalia here
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hey cat!! i've been good~ i binged all the chapters of the spyxfamily manga in a day and it was wonderful 😌 i would love to see hoshi + meeting for the first time in college! shy hoshi meeting strangers 🤭 hope you've been well too!! sending lots of love~
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I LOVE SPY X FAMILY....i haven't read it in a really long time but i'm waiting for my animanga phase to come back before i catch up to it again haha
hoshi + meet cute
soonyoung thinks he's been sitting on this couch for an hour. or maybe it's only been half an hour. or... he knits his brows. to be honest, he really doesn't know. time passes strangely when he's drunk.
he knows a few things though—they've played at least three more rounds of beer pong since he first sat down on this couch, the cheap frozen pizza mingyu barely managed to make edible has started to taste less like cardboard the more drinks soonyoung's gotten in him, and he knows if he gets up to pee he might not make it out of that bathroom in one piece. or at all.
there's a loud cheer as joshua and vernon win another round of beer pong on the table behind him, a dip in the couch as someone sits next to him.
"hey, you okay?" a cold water bottle pressed to his cheek. a slow blink and turn of the head.
oh, here's another thing soonyoung is certain about. the person that just sat down next to him is really, really, really cute.
“uh.”
“soonyoung, right?”
"...uh huh."
"great!" you give him a cheery smile, handing him the water bottle. "jihoon said to give this to you. said you'd need it."
"thanks," soonyoung responds, just a little dumbly. you are just so cute. he can't feel his face.
“so you’re jun’s friend?” you ask, taking a chip from the big bag on the coffee table. “from college?”
soonyoung nods, sipping on the water. “we took psych 211 together freshman year.”
“the sex class?”
“yup!” as loose-lipped as he is, soonyoung is not about to admit he almost failed psych 211: diversity of human sexuality. “best easy A ever.”
“but i don’t think i’ve seen you here before?” soonyoung asks. he might be an absolute mess drunk, but he doesn’t think he could have missed you if you were at one of these parties earlier this year.
you nod enthusiastically. "i don't go here, actually!"
"oh really?"
"yeah!" your flannel slips a little from your shoulder as you reach for another chip. your knee brushes against his. soonyoung's pretty sure his mouth is gaping. "we're actually friends from high school," you explain, eyes bright and wide from what he hopes is the alcohol. he really hopes he isn't making a fool of himself to someone completely sober.
and under normal circumstances, soonyoung would ask for how long? does that mean you were friends with jihoon and wonwoo since high school too? not to mention the dirt he'd try to fish out of you regarding the three to use later.
but right now, soonyoung is still recovering from the three lost rounds of rage cage, his tongue can't seem to work right with the blur in his head and the ringing in his ears and fuck, he wants to make a cool first impression on you and maybe show off that he's a key part of the university dance team but all he can really think of is how he still really, really needs to pee.
"cool," he utters, more than a little dumbly this time.
your eyes crinkle as you laugh a little, leaning over. "you're cute, soonyoung. talk to me later when you're more sober, okay?"
soonyoung blinks. what?
someone—he thinks it's jun, that damn cockblock—calls your name and announces a declaration of war against the new reigning champions of beer pong.
"oh look at that," you tease lightly. "duty calls." nudging soonyoung before you get up, you gesture vaguely at him. "can i have a sip, by the way?"
soonyoung nods before he even follows your gaze to see what you're gesturing to, but before he realizes it, you take the water in his hands and screw open the cap, tipping back the bottle to drink.
"thanks! see you later!" you say cheerily, handing it back to him before turning around to join jun in defeating seungcheol and jeonghan (who is most definitely cheating).
and between the increasingly raucous noise of the new beer pong game starting up and the pounding in his head that threatens to send soonyoung into the bathroom to do more than just pee, he has a single, striking thought.
holy shit... soonyoung is definitely in love.
#THIS IS SO UNSERIOUS BTW IM SO SORRY JSFLKDJSD#i hope you've been doing well too <3#trope ask game#hoshi x reader
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