#stubborn

Horse breed of the day: Delft/Diweldiwa Pony

Height: 12-14hh 

Common coat colors: Various bays, pangare and black

This one was inspired by a post from @beepborpdoodledorp about Jax and Pomni complaining that Pomni's most important relationships and the most well written segments in the show were for Pomni putting up with Jax to the point of absurdity (but saying they did envy people who still cared about Pomni as a character and didn't hate Jax or what he represented.) Anyway, in one of my replies I compared Pomni and Jax to the story of the Zax from Dr. Seuss: Two stubborn people who refuse to budge, leaving themselves in a stalemate as the world changes around them.

After I went for a walk to Kroger, I thought of this using a slightly modified quote. Something I don't think I've seen anyone else do but I think fits them perfectly. And one that has been used against me by my own brother. XD I very much am stubborn, part of the reason I relate to Pomni even if I think her trying to help Jax will bite her in the butt eventually.

(Note: I disagree with them on some things but I appreciate how @beepborpdoodledorp can be critical without it basically being a no nuance hate fest, saying Pomni should just leave Jax to die or let the others make him suffer otherwise it's misogyny or abuse apologia like some do. They also do really good Ragapom and Funnygummy art and posts! This is not meant as hate to anybody, it was just a funny idea that came out of my replies. Also bonus credit for @quickhere-34 since they were the one I was directly replying to when I said this.)

It's clear that Rusty enjoys feeling in control, but what if his partner was someone who was equally in that?

• i think rusty would especially get frustrated with you.

hes given you chances; multiple oppurtunities to make this easier on him— but nope, you refuse. he hates it so much because its exactly what hed do.

youre his partner, so ofcourse hes not gonna hurt you— but jesus, sometimes with the way you act he just wants to break a wall like the kool-aid man. is it so hard for you to just work with him every once in a while?!

no, its not (atleast he thinks so) but you just dont ever let up. you always having something to say, cant follow orders easily and think you deserve more than what youre given. after all hes sacrificed for you, you still cant find respect to give him. its irks him so bad that he gets violent.

hes punching his fist against the dashboard, slamming cabinets and doors— its hard to get him that mad, and somehow you manage to do it more and more often. his fuse is short-circuiting the more he puts up with your bullshit, and soon enough he wont have a patience anymore.

• but youre his lover, and nonetheless, he knows he gets on your nerves the same way you get on his.

hardly does he ever admit hes wrong. its not often that he is, so on the rare occurences he makes a mistake— hes refusing the simple idea that he may be wrong.

“no, im sure.”

“trust me on this.”

“shut your mouth.”

with the way he reacts, it only adds fuel to your stubborn fire.

• on the days hes fed up enough with your bratty behaviour; how hes offended when you cross your arms over your chest and roll your eyes— he takes his time trying to break you.

keeping you pinned beneath his sturdy body; hed been edging you for hours, no praise and not a single word uttered from his mouth other than to degrade you for how bad you were being.

“you ready to apologize yet?” and when you shake your head no, panting and sweating, he sighs like hes disappointed; disappointed in your actions and behaviour and foul mouth. he doesnt want to have to punish you, but youre giving him no other option here.

• when he finally lets you cum hes holding you against his chest, patting your thigh like you would a dog.

“wasn’t so hard, was it?” he chuckles, pressing soft kisses to the crown of your head. hes rewarding you for when you finally gave in.

you grumble, hiding your face in his chest while you try to catch your breath. your legs are practically useless now, head empty to where all you can muster is a small “uh huh.”

he smells good— and you both know this exact thing will repeat again tomorrow.

he’ll shut that mouth of yours up for good one day. youll learn.

a/n: i hope this is what you were wanting </3