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3 Different Types of Training Leash for your Dogs in 2023

Today's pet owners look for more innovative and more efficient ways to train their dogs. In 2023, the market's three most popular training leashes will be the adjustable leash, the shock collar leash, toys for dogs and the no-pull leash. All three offer great benefits when training your pup and make it much easier to keep them under control.

The adjustable leash is perfect for those who want to adjust the length of the leash while walking their dog. It allows the user to give their pup extra freedom while keeping them under control. In addition, the user can easily adjust the leash length without having to switch leashes.

The shock collar leash is a great way to provide corrective behavior to your pup when needed. The user can easily adjust the shock level and trigger the collar with a remote control. This type of leash can be used to quickly get your pup's attention, without having to pull the leash. The no-pull leash is perfect for those struggling with their pup's pulling behavior. This leash will help your pup walk by your side and not pull ahead. It features a built-in brake system that will slow down your pup when they start to pull. This is an ideal leash for those looking for an easy, no-fuss way to train their pup to walk politely on a leash. The gentle leader comprises a soft, comfortable strap that wraps around your pup's snout, and a lead that attaches to the strap. When your pup pulls on the leash, the gentle leader applies pressure to their snout, gently redirecting them back to you.

This type of leash is ideal for pups still learning to walk nicely on a leash, as it provides a gentle reminder every time they pull. It is also a good option for pups prone to leash aggression, as the gentle leader will help keep them under control.

Finally, the no-pull leash is a great option for those looking to keep their pup from pulling during walks. This type of leash uses a bungee cord-like material to prevent your pup from pulling when you have a tight grip. It also helps to keep your pup close to you so you can easily control them.

These three types of leashes will be famous among pet owners in 2023. Each one offers a unique benefit and can help train your pup much more accessible. With the right leash, you'll be able to keep your pup safe while still giving them the freedom they need to explore the world around them.

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Oh the urge to make a mini set of harness bells for Røst's freemotion in time for kicksledding season 👀

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Cleaned and conditioned all my leather dog collars and leashes and also my leather boots and also ALSO my leather notebook covers 💪 I am the fucking strong

[caterpillarinacave]

i have. such strong feelings. very specifically about Matthew Fairchild, his little sister, and both of their dogs.

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Top Best Cat Toys Your Feline Will Lovel

Regardless of how much you adore your cat, there is no denying that they occasionally tend to become a little...boring. While cats are undoubtedly some of the most interesting animals on the planet, there's only so much you can do to keep them entertained. So if your cat is starting to get restless, it might be time to invest in new toys.

Fortunately, plenty of great cat and dog toys online are on the market these days. Whether your cat is into plush toys, Indestructible pet toys, catnip toys, or something else, there's sure to be a toy that will appeal to them.

Introduction to the best cat toys on the market

There are many different cat toys and dog collar Australia, cat collars Australia with luxury pet products on the market, and it can be hard to know which ones are the best for your cat. This guide will introduce you to the best cat toys on the market and help you choose the ones that are best for your cat.

The first type of toy that we will discuss is the classic cat toy – the scratching post. Scratching posts are a great way to keep your cat's claws healthy and trim, and they also provide a fun way for your cat to scratch and play. Choose a scratching post that is the appropriate size and style for your cat from among the many scratching posts available on the market.

Another great type of toy for cats is the teaser toy. Teaser toys are a great way to get your cat moving, and they also help to keep your cat's hunting instincts sharp. There are a variety of teaser toys on the market, so be sure to choose one that your cat will love.

Finally, we will discuss puzzle toys. Puzzle toys are an excellent way to keep your cat mentally active and can also help to keep them from getting bored. There are a variety of puzzle toys on the market, so be sure to choose one that is the right size and difficulty level for your cat.

The top 10 cat toys, based on popularity and function

Regarding the best cat toys, there are a few factors to consider. The first is popularity – what are the most popular toys cats go crazy for? The second is function – what toys provide cats the most stimulation and enrichment?

Based on these factors, the top 10 cat toys are as follows:

1. Feather teaser wand

2. Sisal scratching post

3. Tunnel

4. Teaser mouse

5. Bird feeder

6. Rope toy

7. Feather toy

8. Ball

9. Scratching pad

10. Catnip toy

How to pick the ideal toy for your feline companion

Making the choice of the right cat toy can be challenging because there are so many different kinds available. Here are some pointers to assist you in picking the ideal cat toy.

First, consider your cat's personality. For example, a toy that encourages exploration might be a good choice if your cat is shy and prefers to stay hidden. On the other hand, if your cat is active and enjoys playing, she probably needs a toy that is more stimulating.

Second, think about your cat's age. Kittens need small and lightweight toys, while older cats may prefer something more challenging.

Finally, be sure to choose a safe toy. Toys with small parts or sharp edges can be dangerous for cats, so read the label before purchasing.

With these tips in mind, you can find the perfect toy for your feline friend!

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you're the only one who knows, you slow it down

For @astrangersummer week 13 prompts 'cat' and 'farmers market'. Title from Look After You by The Fray. And yes, I watched A Quiet Place Day One and was obsessed with Frodo...

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson

Rating: T

W/C: 1791

Tags: Modern AU, No Upside Down, First Meeting, Steve has PTSD, Steve has a service cat, Steve wears glasses, Eddie Munson is a sweetheart, panic attacks, Eddie takes care of Steve, referenced child abuse, autistic Steve (not overly relevant here but still)

Summary: Eddie's at a farmers market when he's approached by a very determined black and white cat. On a whim, he follows him to a young man having a panic attack in the woods.

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Eddie’s browsing the little jewelry stand at the far end of the Farmer’s Market, glancing over hand-made leather bracelets and cheap silver rings while the old lady behind the table watches him hopefully. Over a blare of emergency sirens from the street in the distance he can hear Wayne behind him bartering with someone who’s wanting to buy one of his plants, the plants Eddie had been roped into carting there from the van in boxes that were too fucking heavy and he’d been drenched in sweat almost immediately under the summer sun.

He looks up briefly, regrets it immediately because the vendor’s eyes light up and fuck now he’s gotta buy something…

He’s interrupted by something soft brushing against his ankle.

Hanging up a black leather band, he looks down. Blinks a few times, confused.

There’s a black and white cat butting its little head against his leg. The cat stares back up at him with yellow eyes, wide and imploring.

“Uh….hi?” Eddie says, moving his leg away a bit because he doesn’t really do cats, has never interacted with them much before to be fair, other than the feral ones that hung around the trash in the trailer park and those weren’t exactly…friendly.

This guy is far cuter and cleaner than those cats ever were, though.

He’s got a maroon collar with a tag attached, and a red harness with a loose lead trailing behind him.

The cat steps closer to Eddie. Insistent now, shoving his face into his ankle again, then lets out an imploring meow.

“Where’s your owner?” Eddie asks to no one in particular, swiveling his head and surveying his surroundings. He sees fruit stands with enormous oranges, a honey stall, someone selling flowers off to his right, a small crowd browsing the wares but no one that looks like they’ve lost a black and white cat.

The cat meows again.

Eddie stoops down, gingerly reaches for its collar, reads the tiny writing on the tag in hope of some owners’ details.

Frodo - service cat

And Eddie had heard of service dogs, sure, but a cat?

A great name though, he admits.

He squints at the phone number etched below the name. Pulls out his phone, dials it. All the while Frodo meows at him, slams his head more forcefully into Eddie’s shin.

The call rings out to a voicemail, a guy called Steve in the message.

Eddie hangs up. Sighs, carefully pats the cat with a single finger on his head.

“You’re kinda cute, huh?” Eddie murmurs. “Someone’s missing you, for sure.”

He stands up again. Frodo moves several steps away, stops, stares back at him.

A lightbulb goes off in Eddie’s head.

He takes a step towards the cat. Frodo squeaks out a noise that seems happy to Eddie, and he steps even closer.

Frodo turns tail and trots off away from the market, and Eddie follows, Frodo glancing back every now and then to check Eddie’s still with him.

And so, the cat leads him towards a little copse of trees on the far side of the park. It’s pretty deserted out here, with most people busy browsing the market instead of taking their morning walks.

But as they get closer to the clearing in the middle of the trees, Eddie hears it.

Light gasps, panicked breathing, someone trying to suck in oxygen that just won’t come.

He quickens his step towards it. Frodo speeds up too, breaking away from Eddie now and bounding into the trees.

There’s a young man sitting in the dirt.

His knees are pulled to his chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, and he’s rocking back and forth a little. His cheeks are wet, eyes clenched shut behind crooked glasses.

Eddie drops to his knees beside the man, hand hovering above his shoulder, not sure whether or not to touch because he knew a thing or two about panic attacks, knew this was what he was seeing, didn’t want to frighten the man and make it worse…

Frodo presses himself up against the man’s side, trills quietly. The man shifts, blindly reaches for the cat, unfolds himself a bit and hauls the animal into his lap, burying his face in warm fur.

“…hi,” Eddie says quietly, barely audible, clears his throat and tries again. “Hi. I’m…I’m Eddie.”

The man goes still. Freezes, noticing Eddie for the first time. He peeks out from behind Frodo’s head, blinking up at Eddie, eyes red and sore-looking but also honey-brown and soft. He’s got moles dotted across his cheeks, hair long and mussed and falling across his face.

He’s fucking gorgeous, Eddie’s brain supplies.

He forces that thought away – it’s not exactly helpful right now.

“Are you Steve?” Eddie guesses.

A small, singular nod.

“I found your cat,” Eddie supplies. “Or…he found me, I guess. Led me here. He’s pretty clever.”

“He’s the b-best,” Steve croaks, his voice raspy and rough and broken. “He’s a service cat. But you can…you can go, s’fine.”

Eddie frowns, shakes his head. “I’m thinking he came and got me for a reason, huh?”

Steve looks away, shrugs.

Eddie waits, gives him time to answer, but Steve doesn’t speak again. He hugs his cat to his chest, still lightly trembling all over.

“How about…I sit here for a few minutes, and you take some deep breaths, huh? I’m thinking you’ve had a panic attack, and those suck – trust me, I know – but you need to get your breath back, ok?” Eddie reaches for Steve, hand ghosting over his shoulder now.

Steve flinches lightly, but doesn’t pull away.

Frodo purrs away calmly in Steve’s lap, letting his owner squeeze him close.

And Eddie sits, and waits.

He remembers his own panic attacks as a kid, after he’d wake up from a nightmare about his dad – where he swore the stench of alcohol was in his room, when his dad was surely just outside his bedroom door, all tension wound tight and clenched fists and ready to unleash a barrage of abuse at him. His uncle Wayne would step quietly into his room, would gather him up and hold him tight, would talk to him quietly about everything and nothing all at once until Eddie drifted peacefully back to sleep.

As the minutes tick by, Eddie starts to talk.

“I don’t know much about cats, but yours is pretty clever,” he murmurs, rubbing circles across Steve’s broad back, over the soft yellow sweater he was wearing. “He came right up to me, no idea why he picked me out of a crowd of nice old ladies at the market, but he wasn’t taking no for an answer, he insisted on getting me to you. I guess that’s his job, right? Just like how some service dogs are trained to go and get someone if their owner is in trouble? I used to have this neighbour, this girl called Max, she had some disabilities after a car accident, and she had a dog who was trained to do that sort of stuff. But you’ve got Frodo.”

Steve’s breathing is evening out, his shoulders untensing slightly as Eddie speaks.

“Badass name, by the way,” Eddie continues, chuckling a little. “I’m guessing you’re a Lord of the Rings fan, then. So am I. In fact, it’s probably my favourite -”

“Not a fan,” Steve mumbles.

Eddie pauses mid-sentence. “…oh,” he finishes lamely.

Steve shifts a little, the tiniest smile twitching at his lips.

Eddie’s heart thumps in his chest at the sight of it.

“This kid I used to babysit, his name’s Dustin, he picked the name,” Steve clarifies, his voice a little clearer now, a little less forced. “It just kinda stuck.”

“It suits him,” Eddie assures him, reaching a hand out to the cat. He quickly snatches it back, remembers Max telling him over and over that you weren’t supposed to pat a service animal when they’re working. “Sorry,” he says quickly, “I didn’t mean to…well. He’s working.”

Steve smiles, wider now.

Eddie blinks slowly at him, feeling stupid and warm and weak for this man.

“You can pat him,” Steve says quietly, just above a whisper. He unfolds his legs, loosens his grip on Frodo just a little, giving Eddie room to reach across to the cat.

Eddie grins as his fingers find soft fur. He traces over Frodo’s head and the cat purrs louder, pressing back into his hand.

Steve watches, tears drying on his cheeks. He lifts his glasses, rubs at his eyes, then straightens them again.

“It was the sirens,” he says, a little choked up still.

Eddie nods slowly, continues to pat Frodo.

“Over on Main Street, I think, I was walking past and they were really loud, and then more and more started and then there was that fire engine too and all the flashing lights and…”

Eddie heard it earlier, too. Some crash near the park, the ladies at the market had gossiped amongst themselves.

“…and I tried to move away, but they were everywhere so I went into the trees and that was a little better but I could still hear them, and I know it’s fucking stupid but some stuff happened to me a few years back and now every time I hear them…” Steve trails off, snaps his mouth shut. Runs his hand rhythmically down Frodo’s back, almost meditatively now. “Sorry. S’dumb. But…I’m ok now, I think.”

Eddie splays his free hand across Steve’s back. Thinks about how much he’d like to pull Steve to his side, bundle him close, wrap himself around him…but they’ve only just fucking met.

He needs to calm down.

“It isn’t dumb,” Eddie insists gently, “I used to get them too. Panic attacks. I get it, ok? I’m just glad you’re ok now.”

Steve smiles at him, wobbly and weak but there.

“Thanks,” he says softly, “for following Frodo. And for…staying.”

Eddie returns his smile. Reaches for the man’s hand, clasps it, helps him to shaky feet.

Steve doesn’t let go of his hand.

They linger there, under the shade of the red maple trees, neither saying anything for a long moment.

Frodo sits at their feet. Blinks up at them, meows eventually.

Steve picks up Frodo’s lead, one hand still in Eddie’s, fiddles with the red canvas cord.

Eddie’s heart beats faster.

“Do you…wanna come and look around the stalls?” he asks quietly, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand not held securely in Steve’s, thinks he’d be happy if he could never use that hand again, so long as Steve kept a hold of it.

Steve smiles again, bright as the sun, and nods.

Slowly, he follows Eddie out of the clearing and back into the light of the day.

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Killers reactions to doing trials in swimsuits (Hooked on You addition).

Notes: Sfw. Non-binary reader insert.

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Bubba Sawyer

He's absolutely embarrassed. Ashamed. Humiliated. And disgusted. Not only is nintey percent of his body exposed, but his face is showing as well. While he did find the hot-dog themed swimshorts oddly endearing, the joy was short lived.

During every trial, Bubba spent most of his time hiding his face underneath his straw hat while staying in secluded areas. If anyone tried to approach him, he would rev up his chainsaw to scare them away. Just go away. He didn't want to be seen like this.

While other survivors mocked and made fun of him, you were more understanding.

From a distance, you would call out to him to try and gain his trust and comfort him. Everything was going to be alright, you would say, and you would gently explain to him the severity of completing trials. There was no need to be embarrassed. In fact, you thought he looked cute and handsome.

Bubba found himself motivated and comforted by your words, and soon he began to do the trials without mercy. Anyone who mocked him would be shredded to bits.

Expect lots of half naked hugs and kisses at the end. He was so grateful to you, you have absolutely no idea.

Michael Myers

Is this a joke? Seriously? Is this a joke? Did the Entity really think this was funny?

Michael, not only frustrated by the lack of shoes and warm clothing, was utterly infuriated. Stomping around in orange and black swim-trunks with a literal, broken shell to stab people with, it was safe to say that Michael's attitude became even more brutal.

Another aspect that angered him was how almost every survivor began to tease and flirt with him as if he were some piece of candy. Some of them even tried to touch him, but their greedy paws would be quickly lacerated.

This lack of respect made him so angry that he began to commit overkill in every single trial. However... There was one survivor who didn't treat him any differently when he had to wear his swimsuit.

You.

As if nothing had changed, you treated him with respect. You didn't tease him, stare at him, touch him or try to flirt. Instead you did the trial like you were supposed to and minded his severe fits of rage. Michael even suspected that you might have been helping him to kill other survivors...

In an act of appreciation, Michael let you live most trials, and he hardly ever harmed you. After this entire event, he might even cling to you a little bit more.

Pinhead/Elliot Spencer

Was it a swimsuit? Or some kind of bizarre bedroom cosplay?

Pinhead's "swimsuit" was an array of harnesses that covered his chest, thighs and hips. Small chains hung from his nipples, and only a leather, black speedo with matching chains covered his crotch. His thoughts?

It was actually kind of nice.

No opened wounds, no cuts, and no bones or flesh hanging out? Pinhead could do with that. Sure he still had his pins and piercings, but he had adapted to those. And while it did get cold some times, nothing really changed. He was used to pain and rough environments.

But it was kind of annoying to witness the mixed reactions from the survivors. Some acted out in disgust and others in desire or mockery. Pinhead didn't let it get to him much and simply did the trials as he was supposed to.

Though he did notice that your desire towards him had heightened, and you became more eager to hide and run away from him during trials. It was amusing. He had always tried to get you to accept his offers for pleasure, but you were too shy and scared. But now?

Call it immature, but Pinhead was loving hunting you down and giving you no choice but to look at him. The feel of your desire and innocence was so endearing to him, he couldn't help but to playfully torture you.

Perhaps soon you would break under the pressure and accept his offers?

Evan MacMillan

Screw the Entity. Screw the survivors. And screw this stupid, dumb, ridiculous swimsuit!

If anyone thought they had seen Evan angry before, then they'd better think again. Because this time? This time he was absolutely furious. Why?

Try accidentally stepping in a trap with no boots on. Try doing a trial in Ormond. Try getting outrun constantly. And try getting grabbed and gawked at all the time.

It was safe to say that Evan's behavior during trials became increasingly dangerous when he wore his striped swimsuit. Many survivors teased about the size of his bulge and made a habit to try and grab him for fun. The outcome? Certain, painful death.

Evan was tired of this stupid situation.

The only break he got was when he had trials with you. Finally, someone who didn't play the "ball grabbing game" and actually did the trial accordingly. He respected you for that. And the fact that you didn't treat him any differently than normal was also appreciated.

If ever Evan came across you in a trap, he pretended to overlook you and simply walked by. You seemed to notice this as well, and soon you began to actively help him trap your perverted team members.

Hmp. You were pretty awesome, you know? He could hang with you.

Albert Wesker

The Entity really needed to work on it's fashion skills. Honestly. Did it really think this was his style? First off, the shorts were too colorful and far, far too short and tight. Wedgie much? Also, what cheap sunglasses. And why the silky black button-up and neck bandana? And were those... Flip-flops?

Most trials, Albert felt quite embarrassed and rather ridiculous, but he did good not to show it. While few survivors did make fun of him, he simply snapped back and told them not to be so jealous. And the other survivors?

The other survivors acted like he was made out of gold and jewels.

Eventually Albert grew to enjoy the attention. Of course he'd rile up this many survivors. How couldn't he? He was handsome and toned and oh so sexy. It was only natural that everyone either be jealous or attracted to him.

Except... You.

You didn't pay any attention to him. You made no faces, no comments and no reactions. Even when he tried teasing you, you wouldn't really respond with anything other than annoyance. And that bothered him.

Soon you became his top priority in every trial. While it was irritating that you didn't respond to his obvious charm, he did find it fascinating. It meant that your mind worked differently and you didn't let yourself get distracted. You were actually becoming super attractive to him.

He wanted to see how far he could go with you.

Pyramid Head

Let's put it bluntly. His swimsuit... Was seaweed. Yes, seaweed, with a dash of barnacles and slug shells here and there. He looked like a monster that crawled out of the ocean. And did this astonishing array of seaweed stay in place very long? No. No it did not.

The Executioner didn't care about clothing though. He was used to being barefoot and half naked. Natural elements didn't bother him that much. This fishy "swimsuit" was nothing more than an obstacle and a gift.

See, of course the survivors were going crazy because of his exposed body, but that only made it easier to kill them when they tried to get too close. It was so convenient that the Executioner didn't even have to fight much anymore, the survivors just came right to him to be killed.

The Executioner knew that it was perversion and desire that brought the survivors to him, but he wasn't interested in any of them. The only thing he did in response to their attraction was kill them.

But you? You were different.

You did have desire for him, but also respect and modesty. You put the trial and your objectives first, and you stayed composed when coming into contact with him. It was such an astonishing strength. The Executioner couldn't help but to envy you.

Maybe some time in the future he could approach you with his real face and show you gratitude for how well you behaved during this outlandish experience?

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And that's how they became... Hooked on You!

[taylor-titmouse]

Old Dog, New Trick by R/L Monroe @petitemortality is out! This one's for the big hairy bear lovers, the leather likers, the transmasc tops, and the fags. It's really good and sweet and all about falling in love with your own body again. You can check out the first three pages and a list of what it features on its shop page, and it's only $3!

but this means it's time once again for a process poooost~ you can read about how we designed the cover below!

THUMBNAILS!

this one might have been the most straightforward yet. lee essentially told me 'dad bod in a chest harness' and that is what he got. the two on the bottom left were me thinking he hadn't Literally meant that, somehow, and trying other things. even rereading the chat log i'm not sure how i came to that conclusion because he very clearly asked for a dad bod in a harness. (i also had not read the story yet, so i didn't have an impression of charlie. do not be fooled by my slinky little twink in the bottom middle. he is a big boy too)

the bottom right is when i was like 'no wait he definitely just said dad bod with harness' and had the thought of putting the author and title on the harness itself. we went with that one!

color passes, had to involve the rainbow somehow for pride. dom painting himself seemed the obvious choice for me, very dad at a football game. but lee was like "wait. put it in the background." and it Is the obvious choice. and then

what did he mean by this

honestly there wasn't much more to it from there, just workshopping where the 18+ should be on his body and how much space it should take up. this is probably the most straightforwardly representative cover i've done for him so far! oh my god there's lineart.

also please appreciate the itchio thumbnail. making the itchio thumbnails is actually the most fun part. you should look at lee's shop page and see how nice and clean those look all together. i wish i'd kept a consistent style guide when i started out with my own books ; ;

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[insight-pet-australia]

Advantages of harness & collars for Dogs

Harnesses and collars can be purchased in every size and style.

Harnesses are used to prevent chocking as they are placed over the chest not the neck. This is good for dogs with trachea problems like a collapsing trachea or those that have had surgery on their neck area. It can also prevent pulling and choking for dogs with neck injuries or weak necks. It does not allow the dog to slip out of it if it gets caught on something such as a fence or tree branch, unlike a collar which could tighten around the dog's neck making breathing difficult. A dog with a harness does not have any pressure placed on his throat so it does not cause any discomfort or pain when pulling against the leash. If properly fitted, this harness should be comfortable for your pet and not rub his skin raw from constant tugging on it from walking, running or other activities that may cause him to pull against it while wearing it. The harness should be comfortable yet snug.

Harness can be used as a training device. For example, a harness can help train your dog to walk at your side, come when called, and sit and stay on command. Also, if you have a dog that pulls on the leash or does not want to walk with you, this harness will help make it a more enjoyable experience for you.

A harness for small dogs is also a good option for those dogs that have not learned good leash manners or those that are very strong willed and may pull the owner down when walking on a collar. In addition, if the owner has physical limitations such as arthritis or other conditions, this would be another reason to try using a harness instead of a collar.

A harness is also great as an alternative to using collars if you take your dog camping in areas with bears or other animals that may harm him. The risk of him getting caught up in something and being harmed is less likely with a leather dog harness than with a collar.

Best dog harness Australia come in various sizes and styles to fit your dog's body. There are many types of harnesses to choose from, but no matter what kind you select, they should be made of strong materials that will not break easily. These can be made out of nylon, leather or mesh. We have a right designer dog collars and leather dog collars Australia available at Insight Pet Solutions.

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Leather harness with wings attached (custom order)

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Post-Mission TLC

Beefy!Bucky x GN!Reader

Description: Just you and Bucky, in the tub, and you taking care of him

Warnings: unapologetic fluff!, Nonsexual nudity, me-typical gratuitous use of pet-names, Everyone is alive, Bucky is an Avenger, cuddling,

A/N: I've been writing a lot of hurt/comfort as of late, so let's get some No Hurt Just Comfort.

((18+ only below the cut please and thank you!!))

Bucky stumbled through the door of your shared apartment of the Avengers Compound, exhausted

The mission had been grueling, and he wanted nothing more than to collapse in bed beside you

You broke into a huge smile when you saw your boyfriend, racing to him and wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Welcome home, Sweet Boy,” you kissed his lips, “how’re you doing?”

Bucky let out a little groan, and you noticed that he was leaning against you

He never slept well on missions, you knew that.

But what you didn’t know was that he hadn’t been able to sleep longer than about three hours collectively over the last two days

When taking the HYDRA base he, Steve, and Sam had ended in a long string of guerilla attacks from their goons, leaving all of them taken out.

You looked at him with concern when you looked him in the eyes, “Baby, are you okay?”

“Tired,” he hummed, fighting to keep his eyes open.

You took his face in both hands and stroked his cheekbones.

“Oh, Baby Boy…” you cooed, brushing his hair behind his ear, “c’mon, Buck. Why don’t I run you a bath, and after we can get all cozy in bed?”

He hummed, and you helped him kick off his boots before carefully removing the harnesses, belts, and holsters from his body.

“Come on, Baby. Follow me.” You took his hand and led him to the bathroom.

You sat him down on the toilet, turned on the water, and began to gently remove the layers of leather and Kevlar until he was bare chested in front of you.

As you worked you caught your boyfriend looking at you with sleepy, loving eyes, and pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“My handsome soldier,” you stroked his cheek with your thumb, “I love you.”

Bucky gave you that dopey, lop-sided grin you couldn't get enough of, “l’ve’y’too.”

You smiled at his slurred words and helped him to his feet, helping him out of his socks, pants, and boxers.

“C'mon Baby Boy,” you said, gently helping him into the tub, “let's get you washed up.”

“Get’n’wi’me?” he asked, giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes you've ever seen.

You nodded and slipped off your clothes, “of course, Honey.”

Once you were fully bare, you sat down in the tub behind him, pulling him into your arms.

It was a little difficult, since Bucky was so much larger than you, but eventually you managed to get him nestled against you, his back pressed against your chest

You grabbed the plastic cup that you kept by the side of the tub for instances like this and smiled, “alright Sweet Boy, head back. I’m gonna wet your hair, okay?”

He did as instructed and you dipped the cup in the water, shielding his eyes and pouring it in his hair over and over.

Bucky’s eyes drifted shut and he melted at the feeling.

When his hair was sufficiently wet, you grabbed his shampoo and began to massage the soap into his scalp

He sunk down as you continued to scrub.

Bucky loved the way that your hands felt in his long locks, how your nails gently scratched against his headIt made him melt

“Alright, Baby Boy,” you cooed, “let me rinse, okay?”

Bucky nodded, and the warm water was poured on his head again, your hands working to rinse him, and your lips peppering little kisses along the scarred skin of his back.

Once his hair was free from bubbles, Bucky felt you running your hands through his dark locks, gently finger-combing the knots out

His hair had gotten so much longer since he’d joined the team, growing well past his shoulders and making it hard to keep it free from tangles on missions

(He was still too nervous about having scissors or clippers near his head to cut it short again, despite his wants)

You always made sure to take extra care with his hair when he returned, and it made him melt.

Always so gentle, so loving and tender with your touches

Bucky could cry, it felt so good.

He didn’t even realized he’d dozed off while you were working until you nudged him awake

You had a soft washcloth in your hand, you’d washed his back while he’d napped.

“I know you’re tired, Baby Boy,” you cooed, kissing his shoulder, “but you need to stay up just a little longer, okay? I gotta finish getting you washed up, you’ll sleep a lot better once you’re nice and clean.”

He nodded, blinking sleep out of his eyes as you helped him turn to face you

You gently washed the dirt and soot from his face, ending with a a little peck on his scruffy cheek

His eyes were getting heavy as you cleaned every inch of his body with the utmost care, so once you were done you took him in your arms and let him rest for a few minutes before helping him out of the tub.

You towel dried him off and guided him to sit on the closed lid of the toilet.

“Alright, Honey,” you smiled, “I’m gonna get you some clothes–”

“Nooooooo,” Bucky whined, looking at you with puppy dog eyes again, “wan’skin-on-skin…”

“Alright, Baby, whatever you want.” He made a happy little hum, “I’m gonna comb your hair and then we can lay down, okay?”

He stayed so still for you as you carefully worked the knots out of his long, dark locks, finishing by spraying some leave-in conditioner into his hair.

“C’mon, Bucky,” you took his hand and led him back into your bedroom, “come lay down with me.”

While you turned down your bed you handed him the water bottle he kept on his nightstand

“Can I get you to drink something for me, Sweetheart? We can lay down in a minute.”

Bucky took some long sips off of it as you got settled in bed. You smiled.

“C’mon Darling, come lay down with me.”

You took him in your arms the second he laid down, pulling his large, warm body to you.

Bucky laid down on top of you, and you let your one hand rub his broad back while the other stroked his hair

He was asleep within minutes, his peaceful little snores filling the room.

You smiled softly and kissed his forehead, cradling his head against your chest.

“Good night, Baby Boy. Sleep well, I love you.”

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Two ladies accompanied by a Pit Bull dog in a beautiful leather harness.

Lincoln Photographs. White glass negatives by African American photographer(s) John Johnson and Earl McWilliams from 1910 to 1925 in Lincoln, Nebraska.