#pet/owner

[dumplingprincessextraordinaire]

Art by @/r8toa

[dawaxenpith]

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Heloo, don’t follow unless you wanna see crazy horny shit.

Mac. Doggymoder. Married. Trans.

Love hard kinks and vanilla. Collaring, owner/pet, fauxcest, tpe, etc. DMs cool but don’t just say hey or I will never talk to you. Asks open

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[howlsofbloodhounds]

TW: Kidnapping and involuntary servitude. Dehumanization, both of Killer and Murder (who is dehumanized by both Nightmare and Killer, despite how Killer isn’t aware of/doesn’t much care how he comes off, even if that’s not the intention.)

Hunting, predator/unwilling prey dynamics that is encouraged. Pet/master as well.

Also past hints to previous hunts, starvation as punishment, abuse.

Was thinking about how canon Murder was said to never want to willingly join Nightmare and wouldn’t have any interest in other AUs or ATs outside of his own, and I was thinking about how there’s a canonical Something New timeline where Nightmare just straight up yoinked up Killer and took him into involuntary servitude.

And then I was thinking about these two facts with a Bad Sans Gang AU, and my first thought was “flight risk Murder” and predator/prey dynamics with Murder and Killer (they’re both prey and predator bc Murder is very good at setting traps) and owner/pet dynamics with Nightmare and Killer.

Like, NM is old and ancient and spent some time away from most mortals for quite awhile and Killer didn’t really fight back or attempt to escape him as he yoinked him up, so he assumes it’ll just be the same with Murder.

Only, nope. First mission out and the guy’s making an immediate run for it. Killer has to track him down and drag him back, which presented a surprisingly good challenge because this guy is fast and light on his feet and good at thinking quickly (like Killer). He set up so many various traps or made impromptu ones, he kept Killer on his toes.

This becomes a bit of a routine (no one uses that word around Stage 2 Killer, because then it becomes something to avoid).

Nightmare sends them out, Murder tries to run if he has the energy and Determination, Killer hunts him down with something bordering on amusement and glee.

He’s never hunted another version of himself down quite like this before, and unsurprisingly this leads to moments of squabbling and vicious fighting between Murder and Killer who gets closer and closer to Stage 3 with every hunt. He’s having fun, falling into habit, the thrill of the chase.

They always both come back bloody, beaten, injured, and exhausted, Killer either carrying Murder bridal style or by the scruff of his hoodie, but Killer is uncharacteristically pleased and almost happy to be hunting someone down. (“You fell back into form easy enough, huh. Just like old times, right, partner?”)

Murder is always beyond exhausted and pissed, something bordering on realizing how powerless he actually is when compared to Nightmare (worried he might not ever be able to stop his human because he’ll never get free), and Nightmare is just…endlessly amused.

It’s like watching the cat drag in a mouse to its owner, so he will of course give Killer his well deserved praise and treats. This new behavior is something he hadn’t observed in his weapon yet, and he is admittedly curious.

You’re allowed to rest more today, eat more today. Just make sure to take care of Murder, have him up and ready for the next time. (This is what you’re supposed to do with mortals you don’t want dying on you just yet, right? It seems so tedious..maybe just this one time, just to see what happens.)

Feeling Murder’s anger at Killer, his disgust and discomfort around him (Murder’s embarrassment and humiliation at being wrangled and treated like a pet, even though Killer always takes care of his injuries well just like he does for the cats he adores so much), is like a nice side dish for Nightmare. He can feel Murder’s slowly, ever slowly, dwindling hope; and he assumes it’ll eventually be just like Killer.

That Murder will accept his place, and then will make the best of it, and they’ll all move on from this. Or maybe they’ll keep going but now both his pets will enjoy playing out in the woods or something.

But, no. Murder’s escape attempts begin losing its previous zeal. He’s just doing it because it’s habit now, and not because he thinks he’ll actually get free this time. He causally wanders off, and he spots Killer leaning against a tree like, “so..you come here often?”

He immediately turns around and goes back.

Killer is getting bored and apathetic again, Nightmare can tell. The tingle of “something new” has worn off, Murder is no longer novel. He’s boring and lame now.

But Killer knows he isn’t broken yet. Murder isn’t like him, he can see the spark of defiance and life in those dim eyes. It’s so different from what Killer sees when he dares to catch a glimpse of the reflection in the blade of his knife.

If Murder isn’t broken yet, then he’s just biding time. And Killer can’t wait to see what he does next.

(Who knows. Maybe Killer even does things to attempt to keep Murder’s hope up. Because he wouldn’t be fun if he were just like Killer.) (He doesn’t want anyone becoming like him)

(..of course things would get difficult if Killer starts thinking that Murder could genuinely start escaping him. Hunting someone down brings back memories, feelings, consequences of failure..

Stage 3 will not let this prey get away because no prey means no food means more pain means upset-angry-stomach-body. Pain to stomach and pain to head and pain to bones and soul and disappointment means becoming prey.)

(..eventually, though, it all comes to a head. Maybe Killer finally triggered into Stage 3 and kills Murder in the fight, before it can bring in the prey for observation, proof of having done well.

And maybe this is how Nightmare becomes aware of Stage 3, and is..deeply intrigued about this new side of his weapon. Perhaps this explains why Killer had been behaving oddly, outside of the thrill of something new. Perhaps this wasn’t as new for his killer as Nightmare had thought it was.

The next one they get will be more willing, somehow, someway. “I will get you another friend to play with,” he reassures his killer.)

[harmonious-indulgence]

Kitty dom x puppy sub in the way that suburban families have a 10lb menace cat and a 100lb gentle giant labrador who is bullied by it

💜

[flightlessbirdgirl]

Meeting your friend

I’m sitting on your friend’s couch while she shows off the construction of her flatbox. She’s been waiting months, apparently, for all the parts to come in and get replaced. I’ve only known her a few days, but maybe you remember when she started the project.

You sit on the floor, like you’ve been told. You know how to follow directions, even if you never learned to stay. You can’t stop your leg from bouncing, and every time one of us shifts in place, you snap your head to us just in case you’ll meet one of our eyes as it wanders across the room. You never do. 

Your friend is cute, and she’s a good host. A hot cup of tea sits on the table in front of us. Of course she offered some to you, but nobody complained when I declined on your behalf. The couch is soft enough that my wings are almost not uncomfortable when I lean back. Simple pleasures go the farthest. 

Your friend asks how much I know about fighting games, and I shrug and tell her not much. You open your mouth as if to add something, so I turn your head to glare at you. That’s enough to shut you up, but I add a derisive “Pet.” just to remind you of your place. You grovel adequately so I turn back to your friend, as if nothing happened. Nobody notices how your ears start to lengthen.

Me and her keep talking. She has so many little details she wants to explain about her flatbox, and I love listening to her enthusiasm. I can’t help but become interested in the games she likes, when she describes them with such passion. You seem to know a thing or two about them, based on how you keep trying to cut in. Every time you can’t hold yourself back and open your mouth, I move to discipline you once more.

The first time, a harsh word is sufficient. The next time, you ought to know better, so I give you a kick to land you on your back. Your fingers and toes subtly start to curl in, almost bridging the gaps between hands and paws. The third time, I pick up the small spray bottle I’ve brought with me. You already fear it enough that you flinch just at the sight, but a few spritzes has you quiet and completely out of sorts. The excess of skin visible through your now too large clothes begins to change color and texture. Thousands of strands of fur erupt over you until you’re as soft as a bunny.

If you notice anything at this point, you don’t say anything. Or maybe you do, and I just don’t let you talk. It doesn’t really matter either way. Your friend moves on to talking about her favourite games, and figuring out which ones I would like as well. I take the chance to lean a little closer to her, and she reciprocates. A light touch against her hand elicits a smile.

Meanwhile, you can’t seem to obey. Your next interruption really annoys me, so I take the effort to put your collar on you. Really you should have never had it off, but I had hoped you could have been better than this. As I tighten it and attach the leash, you get a few inches shorter, and then a few more. 

By this point, you’re almost entirely a rabbit. Sweet, docile, and disciplined. I smile at my handiwork, and then at your friend. She bats her eyelashes at me, as if she’s thinking about something else. An exploring hand on my upper thigh confirms my suspicion. I don’t know if you’ve ever kissed her before, but I maintain that she is an excellent host. Maybe someday you’ll get to experience it too. Although, not while you look like this.

As if on cue, she leads me to stand up and motions me to follow her to her bedroom. I ask for just a moment, so that I can tie your leash to the couch. I don’t want you to get into any trouble while we’re gone. She takes me out of the room and through the door, and your leash isn’t long enough for you to follow. Instead, you sit on the floor, like a good bunny, and wait for your owner to get back.

[lucewyre]

Really enjoyed your partner terms posts! Can i request terms for ownership/pet (nonsexual ! not comfy with sx stuff) dynamic? May throw a few canine/mutt related ones in there too but general ones work better! (Pet doesn't necessarily mean an animal)

AA YES these are so cute !!

I love helping people find terms

"owner" terms:

[animal]-parent

Caretaker, caregiver, custodian

Eigner, ejer/eier

Fur-prietor

Guardian

Holder, handler

Keeper

Leash-holder

Malik, majitel

Petter, pet-sitter, proprietor

Steward

Úinéir

Walker

Pet terms:

Companion, claw-panion, clawfriend, claw-pal

Fur-pal, furry-friend, furbaby

Hound, haustier/hústier/huisdier

Kit, kitty, kitten, kæledyr/kjæledyr

Lemmikki

Mascot, mascota

Pup, pupper, puppy, paw-buddy, pooch, peata, petto

Sorry there isn't much!

[babiexmilk]

[shibarixrabbit]

[lensandcanvas]

The view I get to see of my master 💜💜💜

[harmonious-indulgence]

So cute knowing more about sexual/kink terminology than my puppy. Like she asked me what the term “pillow princess” meant.

Baby, you’re a pillow princess

Then she got all flustered when I read her the definition.

Fuck she’s so cute

💜

[piddle-paws]

The puppy urge to dress up in a cute little skirt with some pretty white thigh highs and tease my owner. Bending over to pick something up where I know she'll see but pretending I don't notice her eyes on me, sitting on her lap while we're watching TV on the couch, laying on my tummy and propping my butt up just a little (maybe even doing a little wiggle now and then)... I want to tease her until she can't help but touch me! ∇≧ω≦∇

[iamdaddyghoul]

A sub tied to a chair whilst their dom sits opposite, watching them completely fascinated. The dom laughs, "Every time I call you my precious little slut, I see you get a little bit wetter. How does it feel to be controlled by the simplest of words? My pathetic pet.”

[lewdbrattykitty]

Welcome to my blog!! The one place this kitty can be herself ʚ♥︎ɞ

Name: Kitty or anything you want it to be♡

Age: 19!

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[shibarixrabbit]

Daddy always makes sure his 🐶 puppy cunt 🐾 feels well and properly used

[muttypuddles]

cuffed and feeling faggy. if you even care.