#tw leash

[mossy-arts]

Oh, and this.

Warning, VERY SEXUAL~

Yet another gift for a very dear friend of mine~

@dabislittlemouse I wish you well with this new, wonderful year the world is blessed with your presence. Happy birthday~

[olliesmultimuse]

@amischiefofmuses || continued from here

"Now, now...Husk. I believe you've forgotten your place." Alastor's voice came out rather menacing and staticky in a way as he laughed. "I find it quite rude for you to be talking about me behind my back, I heard everything that you told our dear friend, Angel Dust." He then yanked Husk's leash towards him, looming over the former Overlord.

It's clear that Alastor has taken extreme measures and he is furious. "Amuse me, did you find it funny that I had to leave in the middle of a fight due to getting injured?" He tightened his grip on Husk's leash as his grin widened even more. "Do you really have such a problem with me having control of you? You should be lucky that you're still alive and that I didn't kill you just like the former Overlords."

"Trust me, I can't kill you or get rid of you because the rest of our friends cares a lot about you and I'd rather not get on Angel Dust or the Princess of Hell's bad side." His eyes glowed a bright ruby red as he crouched down to Husk's height. "Husk, you're going to have to make it up to me if you'd rather keep your skin well-intact."

"Whaddya say?"

[chloeisokay]

Human Shroud au

With a hint of betraying

For flavor

[erikatsu]

mmm hear me out again.

morax, leashed and collared by a beautiful gold chain. at the other end of it is your hand, slowly curling around the cool metal to give it a tug. he takes his time to turn his head toward you, eyes glowing out of annoyance. you take your free hand and gently pat your leg– a silent way of saying 'come here'.

he's instantly at your feet with the silent command, looking up at you as you leaned over and took his chin between your thumb and index finger. a cunning smirk pulls at the corners of your mouth before you say, "it's time to be a good boy, and obey your master."

[westanthewaterman]

My friend has been on a Mack kick lately to torture me and they mentioned something about getting you a collar and I was wondering about more egos and if they would or not

Dark

will absolutely get you a collar, whether it's your idea or his idk

thick, black leather collar with a large ring at the front

maybe even a tag with a nickname on it (darling, baby, etc)

likes to hook his finger into the ring when he's fucking you

uses his Void tendrils as a leash if you're into that

Murdock

it's entirely his idea and honestly, you're not entirely sold on it until you feel it around your throat

it's a dark crimson with a velvety finish, maybe even a lace trim if you like that

will curl his fingers under the band to make it tighter, stealing your breath

it's inconspicous enough that you can wear it out and, if you do, he'll corner you into the first private place he can find and fuck you until you can barely walk

Night

a thick black, leather collar with a sapphire in the shape of a crescent moon on the front

insists you wear it everywhere and the weight of it around your neck is a nice reminder of who you belong to

he likes to leave hickeys around it to accentuate it

he has a matching ring so when he wraps his hand around your throat they look so pretty next to each other

Honorable Mentions:

Eric

you're the one that brings up the idea and he's nervous about it at first until you put it on him for the first time

all his nervous, anxious thoughts just seem to disapper when he's wearing it, like the collar gives him permission to just enjoy his baser desires

Yancy

he asks you for it one day while the two of you are in bed together

you get him one that connects to a pair of handcuffs and he fucking loves it

[krazyforkicks]

Name pronunciation:: Andrei (AHN-drey), Saša (sa-sha),

CW: Drugged, sold at auction, vampire whumper with a human whumpee, dehumanization, leash & collar

Andrei's head was swimming. Colors and lights and sound all flowed together into one. He felt like he was falling. Were his legs moving? He couldn't tell. His arms hurt, like they were being pinched, but he couldn’t discern why.

A voice echoed through Andrei's head, but it was so vibrant and sharp for him to tell what it was saying. Time passed in a fog and soon the voice was gone. Soon, everything was gone. Everything except for confusion, wrapping Andrei like a blanket in the darkness...

♧◇♡♤♡◇♧◇♡♤♡◇♧◇♡♤♡◇♧◇♡

Saša wound their way through the halls to pick up their purchase.

"I'm here for lot 13." Saša handed a receipt to the product manager, who nodded and led Saša down a long hallway.

At the end of the hall, the product manager opened a heavy metal door to reveal a room packed full of people. "Lot 13. Time to go."

There was no response.

"Lot 13, let's move."

"He... He's passed out, sir. Over there..." One of the people close to the door whispered, pointing to a shape on the ground.

The product manager sighed. "Someone bring him out."

After a moment in which no one budged, two people lifted the figure off the floor and carried him to the door. Saša took the man by the shirt collar and the two others skittered away back into the room.

The man's eyes were only half open, hazy and unfocused. He was still heavily under the influence of whatever the auction house had given him before the bidding. When Saša dropped him back onto the floor, the man made no effort to catch himself and did not move.

"Do you know how to find your way out?" The product manager asked.

Saša nodded and the product manager locked the door that lot 13 had been inside before leaving back down the hallway.

Saša produced a collar and leash from their coat pocket and fastened the collar around the neck of their purchase before hooking the leash to it. "Wake up." Saša ordered, striking the man across the face with the back of their hand.

The man winced, blinking a few times as he squinted at Saša, trying to focus his gaze.

Saša took the man under the arm and effortlessly pulled him up to his feet. The man was extremely unsteady, but did not fall immediately. Instead, he tried to say something, but it came out completely unintelligible.

Keeping their hand around the man's arm, Saša led the man back down the hallway. When he stumbled, Saša simply pulled harder, forcing the man to quickly right his step.

Once they had exited the auction house, Saša shoved the man into the floor of a carriage and stepped over him to a seat. The carriage began to pull away.

[nerocchi]

Playtime or Punishment?

TW : Choking + Leash

[aseasonwithclarasblog]

#2398462 Receives a Name

Hey everyone welcome to my first post of writing. Meet my first oc (on tumblr) his name is Jack :) He may kinda be broken now but please stick around for the ride, I want to do so much more with him and all of the other characters that were briefly mentioned. He won’t be broken for long This is for sure an introductory to a bunch of important characters, but probably won’t be to important to the series. I know this isn’t my best writing (it’s the middle of the night but I had inspiration) Please give me feedback if you feel inclined too. Or give me some questions or prompt ideas, I will need a lot of inspiration to keep this going! (thanks for reading onto the story)

Day 1 and 2 of Jack’s Captivity.

tw: whipping, reference to past training, emotional whump, collars, leash, threats, (this really isn’t all that bad in the whump community)

~ Jack Masterlist ~

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Killed if you do. Killed if you don’t.

That’s all he had picked up from his training, which had lasted a torturous four months. He knew that because he kept track of the weeks in his cell.

Though maybe killed is the wrong word. Tortured if you do. Tortured if you don’t.

It had been four months since he had seen the sun. And when Trainer Garrison had pulled him out of his cell this morning and started having people bidding on him in a room he thought he’d have the chance to see it again. But now he was being yanked by a leash in the middle of the night, shoved in the back of a car with only one word from his owner. ‘Quiet.’

He didn’t look out the windows, though he wanted to deep down. Instead, doing as he had been told. Sitting criss-cross on the leather seat, being absolutely silent.

“Is 2398462 ready?” The head trainer Randy asked. Looking from his clipboard to the teenage boy standing by himself.

“Of course he’s ready.” Trainer Garrison laughed harshly. “I trained him.”

“Full of yourself aren’t ya.” He rolled his eyes. “Come here 2398462.” His eyes caught his before he walked over slowly. Randy looked him over. “Good…” He slapped his cheek sharply, and the teen only had the smallest intake of breath before he held up his hands to be tied. “Mmmhm.” He chuckled before finding some rope, tying them in a quick motion.

Garrison chuckled while going over to a table and grabbing a whip and using it. He relished the sound of the crack it made as it came down on his back. Though Randy was listening to a different type of crack. The one when his knees hit the wooden floor.

They both heard the way he whispered, please.

Randy took the whip from Garrison, tossing it between his hands with a small smile as he looked down at their test subject. “Well this should be fun.”

“I told you. He loves pain.”

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Did he love it? He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember anything.

He only realized the car had come to a stop when the door opened and he was yanked out by the leash and collar on his neck, taken up the steps to a huge house.

His new owner and her chauffeur were talking but he wasn’t listening. Though his eyes began to wander, looking up at the large dark blue door made of wood. It was opened and he stared at the inside, his jaw falling open the slightest bit as he stared. Looking back and forth with his eyes, not turning his head.

His eyes shifted from the grand furniture to the woman holding his leash. She was older, maybe in her late fifties. A bit of grayness to her hair which was in a tight bun. “Arnold. What’s his name again?”

“2398462 Mrs. Hollingsworth.” The chauffeur, with her purse, walked behind her. The boy straightened a little at the sound of his numbers.

“What type of a name is that?” She grunted while yanking him, making him hurry his steps. “Well, Lillian can change it how she likes.”

“You’re giving her to Lilly?” He asked, setting her purse on the table where she liked it.

“Lillian.” She pursed her lips in annoyance. “And why not? She’s MY grandchild.”

He only shrugged in response, as he always did when he knew better to keep his mouth shut.

She took him to a room and took the leash off his collar. “Stay.” Leaving him inside while slamming the door shut behind her. He opened his mouth before shutting it. He stood still, facing the door for hours before sitting down in the pitch black room he refused to explore. His legs ached to be given some mercy. And he didn’t hear anyone any longer. No one was awake.

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Early in the morning, he heard sounds throughout the house. Staying until the door was opened by another woman, much younger. “Mother, I swear to god! Did you buy another one!” She yelled while walking away. He frowned a little while looking down. Hearing arguments and yelling.

It was because of him.

When he heard a creak behind him he jumped. Looking up at a girl about his age, though she had a couple of years on him. Her hair was black and long which contrasted to her white nightgown. She went up to him as he pushed himself backwards. Going until he had shoved himself down into the corner of the room looking like a scared animal.

She grabbed the first thing she saw which was a book on her dresser, throwing it at his head. She frowned when his emotions started slipping away. Looking numb. “Get out.” He slowly looked up at her as she hit him with another book. “Get out I said!” He looked at the door before faintly shaking his head.

Hurt if you do. Hurt if you don’t.

Hurt if he stayed. Hurt if he left.

“M-Ma’am s-sai.. said n-not to-t-too.”

“S-s-s-said n-not t-t-too.” She mocked, mimicking his stutter. “I told you to get out!” She screamed.

He flinched before pushing himself off the wall and nearly running out of the room. Seeing the two women coming over. They looked like twins beside the age difference, shown through the small wrinkles forming on the older’s face. He glanced back at the daughter who was going over to the younger of the two. “Mom, someone left trash in my room.”

Three generations of women. There was sure to be a disagreement.

“Oh, dear… I put him in the wrong room, didn’t I.” Mrs. Hollingsworth sighed. “Which is Lily’s room?”

The younger frowned. “You are not putting a pet in her room-”

“Yes, I am.” She rolled her eyes. “Your daughter is depressed and she needs a companion.”

“Yes. A friend. Maybe a good sister, Victoria.” The mother shot a look at her older girl who looked indifferent. “But not a pet. They’re pathetic and break so easily.”

“He’s a pain pet. He is made for not being cared for. He’ll be fine.” Mrs. Hollingsworth sighed heavily.

She hummed before nodding. “Fine then.” She sighed. “What’s his name?”

She shrugged. “23 something something 2.”

“So precise mother.” She sighed before going over and looking at his collar. “23984-”

“Is his name all numbers?”

“Victoria .” Her grandmother chided.

He started zoning out after that until he noticed they were all looking at him. Having no idea what they wanted from him before Victoria sighed and dragged him off to a room.

He was pushed inside before blinking. The room was painted a soft pink, and it looked like it was straight out of a storybook. A young girl quietly played with her dollhouse before seeing them and dropping the toys. “Mama?”

“It’s ok sweetie.” She went over and kissed her head. “We have a new friend for you.”

She looked up at him. “H-hi?” All of them were in an odd silence before she continued. “Um… what’s your name?”

An order. Easy enough.

“2398462.” He said automatically, looking straight at her.

Though she frowned. Looking scared. “Mama…”

Victoria lightly poked his back until he was pushing back against the hand which was hurting him. Only knowing he was supposed to make the pain worse. “Why don’t you name him?” Her sister said cheerily.

She looked at him for a long time. “Wanna be my friend… Jack?”

He blinked, looking at the girl’s mother before looking down at Lily. “Say yes and get down on the ground to play dolls with her.” Victoria hissed in his ear.

He nodded a bit, a wash of fear going through him. Getting on the ground and nodding.

Lily smiled a bit before holding a doll out to him. “You can be Jill.”

“Jack and Jill?” Victoria chuckled. “Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown-”

“Victoria.” Lily pouted. “Noooo!”

She laughed. “Alright mom. We should let the two play.” She simply nodded before leaving. Closing the door on them.

Lily smiled a little. “You’ve played with dolls before, right?”

He tilted his head before shaking it a little.

She tilted her head with him before nodding, smiling. “Oh ok. I’ll teach you it ain’t hard.”

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Written on June 1st, 2021

Next // ~ Jack Masterlist ~

[sethdomain]

say thanks to Dino for this art

[starry-eyedblog]

Hear me out.....

Obsessed with John Price and collared!reader (you heard me.. Like a dog collar.. Except it's personalized bc ofc it's John Price <3)

yesyesyesyes, john price has to show off what he owns doesn't he?? he's proud to have a wee pet like you, so obedient and happy to serve him with a show and display of ownership.

it would be such a pretty dog collar, only the best of the best for his pets of course. it's comfy, feels soft around your neck and buckles to the perfect tightness. (he has another for when you are bad, it's uncomfy and digs in too much.) he has his name stamped onto it somewhere, a simple 'price'.

it's tailored to your personal taste, so it's in your favourite colour and has any accessories and charms you wanted added. he loves loves loves pulling and tugging on it, watching your eyes go fuzzy and cloudy from the simple touch. you behaving badly? price will give a rough tug from the back, effectively choking you for a moment while telling you off.

oh and don't forget the leash, every pet needs a leash to go with the collar don't they!! it's on the shorter side and thick so he can keep a stern grip on you and pull you wherever he wants. too much freedom and a stupid pet like you will start to think they have control, and price can't have that.

brb just imagining price forcing you to wear the leash and collar in front of his boys. what would they say about their captains pet? would they be able to have a play with you too? or have to suffer and only watch the way he commands you around, their boners pressing uncomfortably against their boxers.

[kneelingshadowsalome]

i would DIE like actually die to read pet play stuff if you ever want to write it just saying 🫡

and it's one of my favourites with könig especially with puppygirl reader because he loves the attention, the obedience, shiny eyes that look up at him while he's stroking her head and how she gets on all fours to bring him her leash when she wants to play

and omg pretty collars for his precious girl 🙏 you'd think you're supposed to be like a labrador or something similar but you end up looking like the most loved and spoiled chihuahua in the entire world

(i am so so so sorry 😭 i am unwell as you have noticed)

Gosh I love pet play with all my heart 😭

CW: Pet play, dumbification

König would be the gentlest, most loving pet owner but very strict about who gets to see you, he's a bit paranoid that someone might steal you away! You're so pretty after all, and so easy to be tricked into someone's lap with treats and praise, not to mention a soft touch, a cute pet like you is a bit too dumb to notice when someone is trying to whisk you away :(

That's why he never lets you out of his sights, and always makes sure that you have everything you need: pretty, soft collars and a little leash, beautiful bowls and of course all the cooing and attention you need. You get to sleep in his bed, a pet like you needs a lot of love and care. Poor thing like you doesn't know what's good for her, but gladly, he does... He found you all helpless and without an owner, trying to pretend to be a human woman when he saw what you truly craved the minute he met you <3

You behave so nicely when you're outside, a well-spoken, charming woman, but when you come home he knows you're going to be on all fours for him before he gets to even coax you there... He learned quickly that you're in your best behavior when he lowers his voice and speaks calmly to get what he wants from you, but he rarely has to discipline or scold or even entice you to be good, you do it all by yourself out of desperate need to please him.

You're so lovely, needy and obedient every day, what is he to do with you?!

[teal-fiend]

A rich observer/prey hires a pred to come to their private events and parties. They give the pred a designated area, maybe behind glass, a small metal fence or even a cage. They have the pred dress in avant-garde dresswear, their skin and bare abdomen bejeweled and decorated in golden paint like a Klimt painting.

Before or at the start of the event, the pred is given prey to consume. Their job for the rest of the night is to pose, lounge about, slowly digesting their meal as the party goes on - a sort of live performance for the guests. In the way that drug lords keep a tiger on a golden leash, diamond collar, an absurd performance of luxury and power. 

The pred is not allowed to talk to guests, and they would rarely make eye contact. They are in this moment an expensive art piece rather than a person. But they do get paid well, and they get a free meal. 

Maybe they’re even on a contract with their boss, where they will live on their estate, the pred’s employer feeding them prey for theirs and their guest’s entertainment.

[spop-romanticizes-abuse]

it’s funny that i’ve seen people in the fandom be like “kids aren’t dumb, they know how to differentiate fiction from reality” like,, ADULTS are dumb enough to believe the wrong morals sent by this show, what makes you think kids aren’t susceptible to it?

[nmoroder]

some stuff that didnt make it to a post of its own, all thrown together

funny how pics 3 and 4 were made like... two weeks in between them? i guess i got some basic grasp on drawing meursault. also yeah i recently made a sketch where greg's holding a leash on him and the sketch from this post was made a lot earlier. call that a prequel

[clowneryranch]

I am sick and tired of people walking around without their clowns on a leash. The amount of clowns that are hurt daily from other clowns attacking them or from wondering out into the street to show their owners a trick is ridiculous. I do not care how well-behaved your clown is or how friendly they are, it is no guarantee that another clown is as friendly as yours is and may attack your friend. You'll be able to pull your clown to safety faster if they're attached to a leash and this also prevents them from wondering off and getting hurt. Leashing isn't just for clowns who are not well trained or not well behaved. It's also for the safety of your own clown.

[raiiny-bay]

consider: a monster boyz movie, but it's... a romance?