#pet play?

[brittlebonesboning]

As per my recent post! I love the idea of being somebody’s guard dog. I’ll stand loyally at your side protecting you. I’ll be there looking scary and intimidating, staring anybody down to tries to mess with you. People might see us and think I’m the one in charge, but in reality you’re the one holding my leash and pulling the strings. I’ll do anything you say. Behind closed doors, I’m nothing but a pathetic whimpering mess for you

[nachitoenjoyer420]

Prompt: How would a BCS/BRBA character react to being locked in a collar?

technically swf but plz 18+ 🙏

gender neutral reader

Lalo, Nacho, Eladio, Gus, Mike, Tuco, Saul

(in that order)

WC: 2K

Lalo

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He was initially confused, pulling at the metal collar around his neck.

“What is this? You think you can leash me?” He said with furrowed brows and a contradicting smile.

“What? First time?” You flashed a condescending grin. He yanked at the chain, trying to lunge at you. His deep forehead wrinkles were prominent from his expression. You flinched then laughed.

“This is ridiculous.” He scoffed. His shock was beginning to turn to anger. “So what now? Hmm?” He shook his head. “'Cause this is a lot of effort just to kill me, no?” He raised his brows as you stalked over to him. You didn’t say anything for a moment, just happy to take in the sight before you.

“Now, why would I kill you?” You asked with puckered lips. You leaned down to look him in his dark eyes. “I could make a lot of ransom money off you, Lalo.” You traced your fingertip over his jawline.

“Estas loco. You think you can ransom a Salamanca? You’ll die trying.” He scoffed. You sucked on your lips and brushed his short hair behind his ear, almost scratching it like you would a dog.

“Hmm…” You thought about his words and took a deep breath. “Maybe I should get you a muzzle, mutt.” You laughed and stood up, staring down at the once powerful Salamanca.

Nacho

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Nacho pulled at the collar around his neck. He was ashamed to have been caught in such a humiliating position. Small grunts escaped his chapped lips.

“I like the new look.” You winked and walked over to him. “Suits you well.”

“What is this?” He looked up at you with wide, frustrated eyes. “A fucking collar?” His face glistened with sweat.

“I’m thinking about adding a bell to it? Maybe upgrade it from itchy metal to leather?”You joked and watched the veins in his neck protrude with anger.

“Like I’m some sort of pet?” His big eyes bore into yours. You giggled and ran your hands down his muscular arms, giving his biceps a nice squeeze. He tensed at your touch and for a moment, he was taken aback by your gentleness. You brought your hands down to his and held them.

“You be good for me, okay? Then we can talk about accommodations. I don’t want to have to hurt you.” You said with a soft voice. A mixture of emotions coursed through Nacho’s veins. Confusion, frustration, anger, shame, and shock. His chest heaved up and down.

“Okay…” He said with hesitation, looking around the room and then back at you. He knew there wasn’t a clear way out of this. He’d need time to formulate a plan of action. A little smile curled your lips, excited to see what stunts he was going to pull.

Eladio

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It was the last thing expected, being on his knees, chained to the floor, and covered in dust. He was a big man, it was hard to make him feel small. But this, this made him feel tiny.

“Como estás, Don Eladio?” You greeted him. “You look much different from how I’m used to seeing you.” You looked him up and down with a finger to your chin.

“You get me out of this prison, now.” His face was stone cold, contrasting with your blissful expression.

“Aww, but that would be no fun.” You lit a cigar between your fingers. Eladio’s brows furrowed.

“Where did you get those?” He asked with a raspy voice.

“Your car. Two full cases of cigars are a bit much, don’t you think?” You blew the smoke into his face. You smacked your lips, tasting the tobacco from the cigar. “Hmm, I’ve had better.” You were about to throw it on the ground, but paused. “You want a puff?” You asked.

Eladio watched you carefully as you brought the cigar down to his lips. He looked between you and the cigar before taking a couple of inhales.

“There you go~” you praised. He exhaled through his nose and let out a dry cough. He licked his lips and motioned for you to bring the cigar back. You smirked and dropped it on the ground.

“Oops!” You brought a hand to your mouth and crushed the cigar with your foot. “Aw… I’m so sorry, Eladio. I dropped it.” You gave him a dramatic frown. He stared down at the crushed cigar.

“When I get out of here, I’ll make you wish you were never born.” He growled. You laughed and smeared the cigar’s remains across the floor with your foot.

“I’m sure you will.”

Gus

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“What’s the purpose of this?” His eyes bore deep into your soul, and his nostrils flared. You waltzed over to him and ran a hand over his short hair, satisfied by how soft it was.

Your lack of an answer drove him crazy. He couldn’t read your expression. Something between excitement and content. You ran your nails over his soft cheek and under his chin. You grabbed his jaw and sighed with half-open eyes.

“You look so beautiful like this.” You praised him. His under-eyes twitched at your comment. “Can’t use your big brain to get out of this one, I’m afraid.” You teased.

“Tell me why. What have I done to you to deserve this?” He hissed. You giggled and shook his face in your hand.

“Because you’re just too cute!!” Your chest jumped with excitement. “Everyone wants a cute little pet. How could I pass up the chicken man? So smart, strategic. Cute and deadly like a poisonous flower. Not nearly as fragile, though.” You let go and dropped into a squat to be eye level with him. He watched you intently. “You’ll learn to like it here, I promise.” You give him a couple of soft smacks on his cheek.

Mike

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Immediately pissed off.

So angry, his face went bright red. He curled his bottom lip over his front teeth, a frown so large it’s almost comical. His chest heaved up and down, and his whole body trembled with fury. Maybe for a minute, he thinks he can convince you to unlock it and let

him go.

“Get me out of this thing, now.” His voice rumbled in his throat. You laughed and twirled the key ring in your fingers. Your heart pounded as you watched him pull on the chain connecting him to the concrete floor. The thrill of having a dangerous man at your fingertips never got old. He made a series of grunts before huffing and giving up.

“Sorry, no can do.” You smiled and walked close enough to where he couldn’t reach you.

“Why are you doing this?” He said through his teeth. Apparently, he wanted a response other than a shrug as he scoffed loudly. “You’re a sick freak.” He pointed a shaken finger at you.

“And you’re the one stuck on their knees in front of me.” You tapped his nose, and a small growl escaped his lips. In a flash, he grabbed your wrist, and you gasped. His eyes were intense and full of rage. A smile crept onto your face. “Uh oh, you got me!” Knowing there wasn’t much more he could do, he let you rip your arm out of his grasp. You rolled your eyes, rubbing the slightly sore area. “Jesus, that was rude. So ill behaved, I guess we’ll have to find out if you can discipline an old dog with new rules.” You smiled as he ground his teeth.

Tuco

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The historical screaming started immediately. He thrashed against the collar and yanked the chain. For a moment, you were worried he’d rip the chain from the floor. He screamed and swore at you until you got annoyed.

“Calm down, drama queen!” You yelled over him.

“IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, BITCH!” He yelled back. He was pushing so hard against the collar, it strained his voice.

“Tuco, please, you’re going to crush your trachea!” He swung his arms out in a desperate attempt to grab you. Rolling your eyes, you pulled out your gun and pointed it towards him.

“Calm. Down.” You ordered. He didn’t seem to notice or care as he screamed and used all his might to strain against the collar. A loud bang snapped him to the present. He was breathing heavily, but his movements slowed down. His eyes followed the sound, a small chip in the concrete floor next to his knee. He stared at it for a while with flared nostrils. His breathing was so heavy that he was beginning to feel lightheaded. His head swayed as the blood rush started to diminish.

“Calm. I’m calm.” He said through his teeth, tugging at the collar with one hand. He spat on the floor, clearing the dried mucus from his throat.

“Good boy.” You smiled and kept the gun pointed at him.

“Don’t call me that.” He yanked on the collar one more time. Another shot echoed through the concrete room. This time, you shot the ceiling above his head.

“You don’t get a say in what I call you.” You hissed and walked a few feet forward. “Do you understand, Tuco? You’re mine now. You’re my bitch.” You said in a low voice, just out of his reach. He growled, his face flushed with rage.

Saul

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Saul swallowed thickly, following the short chain with his eyes. His blood pressure was through the roof.

“Hello?!” He yelled out into the empty room. He looked around, It was eerily quiet. He jumped when he spotted you in the darkest corner of the room. “Uhm… hello?” His voice cracked. You pushed yourself off the wall and walked into the light.

“You…?” Saul said breathlessly. “You did this?” He motioned to the collar, attempting to adjust the uncomfortable fit.

“Oh, honey, are you surprised?” You tilted your brows up and smiled. You paused in front of him and played with his thinning hair. The corners of his mouth twitched.

“Why? I mean- why are you doing this? I thought we were on good terms, you and I.” He chuckled nervously, moving his hands in the air. To be honest, your fingers in his hair were quite distracting. “Look, if this is about something I did wrong, I would be thrilled to make it up to you. I’m very sorry, I really am. Can’t we work something out here?”

“Shh.” You leaned down and pushed your nose into his hair, inhaling deeply. “I’m hurt that you consider this punishment. I thought you’d like being mine.” You whispered into his scalp. The heat from your breath made him want to crawl out of his skin.

“Well, um, I don’t belong to anyone. I’m a person, not a dog." He corrected. "That isn’t to say I don’t enjoy your company. I do! I really do!” He felt a kiss pressed to his scalp. He had trouble comprehending what was happening. “But this is overkill, am I right? I mean, a collar and chain in a concrete room? I’m a lawyer, not the Hulk.” He laughed. You enjoyed seeing him try and charm his way out of any situation. It wasn’t going to work this time, though. You leaned back for a better look at his face. You slipped your fingers under his tie and yanked it so he would look at you. The obnoxious tie snapped off.

“A… clip-on tie? I shouldn’t be surprised.” You laughed and swung it around. You threw it behind you and snatched the front of the collar, pulling it as far as the chain would go. “You’re mine now, you don’t get to negotiate with me. You don’t get to leave this room without my permission.”

“Right, but surely I'd be of more use to you off this chain?” A bead of sweat ran down his temple. You let go of the collar, and he fell to his knees. He looked up with big puppy dog eyes.

“I guess we’ll see, won’t we?” You said sweetly and pushed his face away with your palm. He whimpered as he fell back onto his palms.

[fucking-solar]

Nothings showing Tumblr, shush

I like making Rodimus a little mean. I think he deserves it!

[urtrashyolderbro]

Uhmmm, I would never deserve to be bit tbh, hard disagree hehe

Also, I hope things go well w those tickets!!

- 🐇

hmm, but i think all bunnies look real good underneath a big mutt getting their neck bitten. Don’t you think that’d be fun bunny? Come on surely you want to be mounted and bitten right?

and aghh thanks i’m trying to sort it. I’m genuinely so excited but it’s all depending on if we can afford it now cause unfortunately it’s not gonna be cheap getting there. PLUS I NEED NEW CLOTHESSSSSS

[flaque-de-sang-savoureux]

In the pet food/pet supplies isle of WinCo (grocery store) I just heard someone, maybe in their 50's? Say to their partner "this is where the heat is at" and I hope they have a wonderful day, cause they have a special place in my heart

[an-na-ko]

Saw it was make a terrible comic day today (June 24 2025) so meet my cats

[scoutingthetrooper]

these are the best cards on the planet and no one can tell me otherwise

(etsy)

[bibbysstuff]

[ionomycin]

necromancer's lure

[shanklin]

Sentient Mystery Shack, who is really biased towards Stan, so when Ford tells Stan he has to give it back after the summer it’s on sight.

Ford keeps tripping over nothing, nothing is where it's supposed to be and somehow he keeps running into closets when he tries to go outside.

But the worst part, the WORST part is that Ford's lightbulb just won't. Work. No matter what he does it keeps flickering and exploding.

Ford is spiraling. 

There is no reason why it shoudln’t work. All his trial runs work perfectly. He’s already checked the Shacks wiring three times and relearned this dimensions science from the ground up. 

Nothing works.

The Rift? Bill? The impending apocalypse? Eating? Sleep? Who cares about that. 

WHY. WONT. THE. LIGHTBULB. WORK???

It doesn’t help that Stan keeps laughing at him.

“Then you do it!” Ford eventually snaps at Stan.

Stan shrugs and with a little song under his breath screws his own lightbulb in. It works perfectly.

Stanford screams.

[okjii]

“give Andrew Minyard a pet/plant to take care of” what do you think Kevin Day was.

[krownjester]

i want to squish them like bugs

[forwhomthebaeltolls]

Say “Look what I taught my puppy to do,” to a room full of your friends before making me deepthroat your cock

[bbunny-bugzz]

ppl who think u can't be bred by a strap r so stupid and boring. where's your imagination?? where's your fucking whimsy??? i WILL be pinned down and bred by the strap and i WILL ENJOY IT!!!!!!

[rizzlegukgak]

sorry i swear to god there are like. ten fantasy high fans who are also fans of dungeons and dragons. im so so tired of people like “if they do another season which is soooooo unlikely they should do *insert something that’s compelling from a purely storytelling perspective but throws away the whole fucking reason why the show is what it is here*” instead of just understanding what a dungeons and dragons campaign is and how the pacing of the show has developed for the previous three seasons.

WHEN they do a fourth season (which they will, because they have no reason not to. it’s dropouts most popular PRODUCT period end of sentence) it will be called senior year and it will be the bad kids (potentially minus fig, because emily axford has voiced her opinion that she would like to play another character in the world of spyre) saving the world one last time as their senior year capstone project. over the course of that season they will level up to level 20, because that’s the dream of every single dungeons and dragons campaign and this is their ONLY opportunity to show us level 20 characters in dungeons and dragons legitimately. and they’ve set themselves up perfectly by leveling up five times each season so they’ll be level 20 for the final fight. adaine will cast wish. gorgug will have three attacks and better artificer equipment. fabian will have better bard spells and a third attack also. riz gukgak will be practically immune to AOE damage. kristen will cast divine intervention and it’ll work on a 20 or less. ally’s gonna roll a one on the d100. it’s going to be incredible.

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