#master/slave

[petitelepus]

The Demon Gift: Choosing Hantengu, Part 3

Demon!Slave!Hantengu X Fem!Reader

Summary: You wake up after fainting and meet your new Demons.

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: Demon Slave AU, Domesticated Demons, Reader Insert, Fem!Reader, Hantengu, Master/Slave, Karaku, Sekido, Urogi, Aizetsu

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

You groaned as you started to gain your consciousness back. You felt pretty fatigued and a little sick like you were about to vomit, but you willed that feeling away. Your eyelids felt heavy and it took a moment before you could force them open and the first thing you saw was Hantengu looking over you, sobbing and crying…

But why did he look like he was so far away?

"H- Hantengu…?" You asked and you groaned, noticing that your throat was parched.

"H- Hiee! M- Mistress is awake…!" He squealed and you groaned as you pushed yourself upright while holding your head, in case it would start to throb in pain.

"What- What happened?" You wondered out loud and you saw movement in the corner of your eye and looked to see Hantengu. The only thing was that he was super small, like, maybe as big as a mouse!

You blinked, stunned as you stared at him and slowly your jaw dropped and you yelped, now completely awake, "S- Small! How are you so small!?"

"H- HIEE!" Hantengu flinched in fear and you flinched as someone shouted, "Silence! Can't you see you're scaring him?!"

Who was that?

You looked to the other side of the room and saw four men, Demons looking at you, and suddenly you remembered what had happened before you fainted. They were in your room and nearly naked and the shock had knocked you out… But now you were awake again and still shocked.

"W- WHO ARE YOU GUYS!?" You screamed in shock as you bolted up, but your legs got tangled on the blanket and you fell face-first to the ground.

"Ha ha ha, look how she fell!" Someone laughed, but you couldn't see who from your spot on the floor. Quickly, you untangled yourself and got on your knees to peek over the bed at the four Demons. You noted that they were all pretty handsome… Though, for some reason, one of them had huge wings behind his back and sharp bird or raptor-like feet and legs.

"W- Who the heck are you guys!?" You asked as you looked at them suspiciously and this one Demon with blue eyes frowned, "She's so afraid of us… It's heartbreaking…"

"W- Who are you?" You repeated the question, not really knowing what else to do in your position. This one Demon, one with green eyes smiled as he licked his lips gleefully.

"We are your slaves, Mistress!" He laughed and you blinked, stunned, and slowly, your jaw dropped again as you looked at them, "What!?"

"Quiet down and we shall explain everything!" A Demon with a furious scowl and matching red eyes shouted and you flinched, not liking sounds so loud and shouting even less. It briefly reminded you how your stepfather would shout at you.

The blue-eyed Demon seemed to notice your flinch and he looked at his companions, "Sekido, please control your voice. She appears genuinely scared of us and rightfully so. We did just appear here while she was gone."

"Tch!" The red-eyed Demon, Sekido scowled but held his tongue.

"Ha ha, Mistress sure looks like a frightened little bird!"

"So cute, right?" The Demons with green and yellow eyes both laughed in unison. You frowned a little but got up enough to properly look at them. You took a deep breath to calm yourself because so far, the Demons hadn't shown any signs of being a danger to you or Hantengu.

"Okay… Who are you guys and what are you doing in my and Hantengu's hotel room?"

"It's our room just as much!" Yellow-eyed Demon with wings and talons cackled, much to your confusion, "What?"

"What Urogi is saying, is that we are also Hantengu." Blue-eyed Demon said, but his reply only made you more confused, "Huh?"

"We are the manifestations of his emotions!" Green-eyed Demon laughed, "I'm Karaku and I represent Hantengu's Pleasure!"

"I'm Urogi and I'm Joy!" The yellow-eyed Demon cackled and the red-eyed scowled, "I am called Sekido and I'm his Anger."

"And my name is Aizetsu and I am the manifestation of Sorrow." The blue-eyed Demon said and you blinked, as you registered the information you were just given. You glanced at small Hantengu on the bed who was on his knees holding his head like he was scared of what you may do.

"Are they…" You blinked, "Are they really part of you?"

"Y- Yes…!" He nodded as he whimpered, "P- please, please don't be mad…!"

You could feel the clones, all four of them staring and observing at your every movement and action and you briefly wondered if they were expecting you to lash out toward Hantengu.

You couldn't say you weren't shocked, but damn, you weren't like your rotten family and would never beat the beaten. So you sighed as you reached for small Hantengu, who flinched when he saw you move your hand toward him, but instead of hurting him, you gently petted him.

"I'm not mad Hantengu," You said quietly, "I'm surprised, but I'm in no way mad at you."

"H- Hiee…!" He whimpered quietly, but to your shock and surprise, he was pressing his head against your fingers like you had seen cats or other animals like that do when they trusted someone or wanted to be petted more. You couldn't help but smile, feeling like you just passed a test of trust or something like that.

"Okay," You sighed as you got up and sat on the bed's edge before carefully picking up small Hantengu and placing him on your lap. The small Demon yelped, but as soon as he was on your lap he pressed his body harder against yours. You smiled a little and then looked at the 4 other Demons, "Okay, I'm calm now so can you tell me what the heck is going on?"

"We are here because of you and your actions," Sekido said and you blinked, stunned and wondering if you did something wrong but before you could ask, Karaku grinned, "You aren't a bully, unlike every other human who has been mean to Hantengu!"

"You fed him well, unlike those awful men back at the Slave Market…" Aizetsu said sadly, "Who gave him enough to heal but not enough to call us out…"

"Because of that, the original one," Sekido started and you all glanced at the small shivering Demon on your lap before the red-eyed Demon continued, "He got strong enough to let us out."

"Okay…" You nodded and you looked down at the original Demon in your lap, "What happened? Why did you let them out now? Did I do something wrong?"

"N- No…! Y- You have b- been so kind to me…!" Hantengu sobbed as he furiously wiped his teary eyes, "I- I just wanted to return it, your kindness…!"

You blinked as you registered his words and you felt your heart warm up as you smiled. You really had the sweetest little Demon there was, even if he was almost afraid of his own shadow.

"Thank you Hantengu." You thanked the little Demon with a sweet smile, "That is awfully sweet and I really love your kind gesture."

The little Demon nodded shakily as he pressed himself harder against your body and you couldn't help but pet him assuringly. He was honestly being way too cute for his own good. You looked up and saw that the 4 bigger Demons were yet again observing your actions.

"How long are you going to be out? Is there a time limit or something like that?" You asked, honestly curious since you had never heard of Demons splitting like your little Demon had done.

"We are out until Hantengu wishes otherwise." Sekido grunted, "But if he wishes otherwise, we will stay here to protect him, and you also."

"Me?" You blinked in confusion, "But… You don't even know me?"

"We are parts of Hantengu!" Karaku grinned, "We share everything, his fondness of you also!"

"You like me that much?" You asked as you looked down on your lap where little Hantengu was sitting. The small Demon was shivering as he nodded, "Y- Yes…! Y- You're so nice t- to me…!"

"Unlike every other human that we have faced, you are the most kindhearted one we have yet met…" Aizetsu nodded, "You have now really proven to us that you are a genuine and kind person through and through."

Suddenly all 4 Demons walked around the bed and stopped in front of you. You blinked, stunned and confused, not understanding what was happening, but before you could ask, they all got on one knee and hung their heads in respect.

"We promise to protect you."

"Promise to be there for you."

"To fight for you."

"And to love you."

"So, we pledge our loyalty to you, our Mistress!" They all shouted in perfect unison and you just… Stared at them, not knowing what to say or do.

Finally, the clones' words sunk in and you yelped in shock, "W- wait, I don't want any more slaves!"

"We know!" Urogi laughed.

"So forgive us…" Aizetsu sighed.

"But we want to serve you!" Karaku exclaimed.

"For you are the one for us…!" Sekido growled.

You sighed as you shut your eyes and raised your hand to squeeze the space between your eyes, feeling like you were starting to get a headache. This was all so much in such a short time and not just Hantengu and his clones, but your family drama also.

"I- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry…!" You heard Hantengu whimper on our lap and you took a deep breath and sighed out loud as you collected yourself and started to think about what to say or do next.

"It's okay Hantengu…" You muttered while thinking. After a second or two, you lowered your hand and looked at the clones who were still on their knees, heads still hanging low in respect.

"Okay, okay." You nodded, "I accept you guys so please raise your heads and get up."

"Thank you, Mistress!" They all said in unison again and got up. You took a deep breath as you wondered what would be your next move and then you noticed that they still had only towels wrapped around their waists. Maybe getting them dressed would be a good point to start from.

"Okay, first thing first, we need to get you guys some clothes." You nodded, "Then we gotta start looking for a place that is big enough for all 6 of us."

Suddenly you remembered your computer and glanced at the doorway where your laptop was, or more like what was left of it thanks to your shitty siblings. God, just thinking about them made you angry so you took a deep breath to calm yourself down and then you looked at the clones.

"Okay, change of plans, the first thing we have to do is to get me a new computer and then some clothes for you guys. You can't just wear towels around your waists for the rest of your life or mine."

"Even me?" Urogi laughed and you nearly screamed when he dropped the towel… But then you saw that he had a thick coat of brown feathers around his legs and waist, hiding everything private he might have possessed.

"Not funny!" You exclaimed, more embarrassed than angry and it made the Demon of Joy laugh out loud, "You should have seen your face!"

"I'm going to kick you," You warned him, but your empty threat made him only laugh more.

"If you don't mind me asking, what happened to your computer?" Aizetsu asked carefully, "It looks like it was destroyed on purpose?"

"One of the amazing perks of having shitty stepsiblings." You groaned and you moved to get up from the bed, but you heard a loud squeal and remembered that you still had a small Demon on your lap.

"Ah, I'm sorry Hantengu!" You quickly apologized as you gently picked him up and placed him on the soft bed before getting up and fetching what was left of your laptop. As long as the hard drive was still intact, you should have been able to transfer all your data from your destroyed computer to a new one.

"Okay, this is what we are going to do now." You started as you turned to look at the Demons, "I'm going out to get you something to wear and a new computer to myself so we can look for a new home more easily. The clothes I'm going to get for you are only temporary and once we can, we will all go shopping for new clothes together. How does this sound?"

"Good, Mistress!" Karaku grinned and you nodded, as you picked up your bag and you were about to head out but before you could leave, Aizetsu called after you, "Before you go, may we request something?"

"What is it?" You asked and Urogi made a show of rubbing his stomach, "Can you order us some meat?"

"We are starving!" Sekido exclaimed and you blinked before nodding, "Okay, yeah, I'll order some and then leave once the meat arrives, okay? I would like to get things done by today."

"Yes, Mistress!"

It took a moment, but finally, the meat arrived and as Hantengu and his clones started to eat, you headed outside to the closest shopping mall.

The first thing you did was to buy yourself a new laptop. As you were paying, you asked the nice salesmen if they could possibly plant your old hard drive to a new computer and they were happy to do so with a little extra payment.

So while they were fixing your computer for you, you made a quick call to a real estate agent and told them that you were looking for a house, one away from the city if just possible. Money wouldn't be a problem.

After that, you headed out to get some clothes for the 4 Demons and little Hantengu. You wondered a little what sizes would have fit them best, but as you recalled them all you could see were their muscly and strong bodies. You blushed and shook your head, trying not to think of how handsome they all were.

You decided to go with a safe option and get them some basic sweatpants and hoodies, only you picked red for Sekido, blue for Aizetsu, and green for Karaku. Finding something for Urogi was a little more challenging thanks to the huge wings on his back. You could have bought a hoodie for him also, but it should have been altered to fit his wings.

So imagine your joy when you found a halter crop top that would go around his neck and then over his chest to the back. It was in the women's section… But it shouldn't matter so you got the biggest size they had and you were pretty satisfied with the clothes you had gotten for your Demons.

Your Demons… Oh no…! You remembered that Demons were not allowed to walk by themselves without their owners in public and that they were required to wear collars…

It was so humiliating and degrading, you felt bad and you hated the idea of having to make Hantengu and his clones wear collars, but if you didn't do so they could be taken away from you and you didn't want that. You really wished that the real estate agent would find a place where they wouldn't have to wear collars 24/7.

So with a heavy heart, you went to the closest Demon Accessory store you could find and did some shopping… You picked 4 collars, all different colors much like the hoodies, and made your way to the register. Better just get it over with.

Once you had clothes and the wretched collars, time had passed nicely. You were pretty sure that your new computer was up and running like it should. You stopped to pick up your computer before heading back to the hotel. By the time you were there, it was already night almost.

"I'm back," You called as you stepped into the room and you were immediately greeted by the 4 bigger Demons, "Welcome back, Mistress!"

"I'm tired…!" You whined as you set the shopping bags down and collapsed on the huge bed face-first. You felt like you could sleep forever…

"W- Welcome back, M- Mistress…!" You heard Hantengu whine next to you and you turned your head enough to look at him and for some reason, seeing him made you feel a little better, "Hi there Hantengu."

The scared little Demon nodded and you heard Urogi calling from behind you, "Are these all for us?"

"Yeah, sorry if they aren't nice, I'll take you guys properly shopping when I just can." You grunted tiredly and you heard Aizetsu speak, "These are more than we need or deserve…"

"Are these collars?!" Sekido claimed and you were about to reply, but that was when your phone started ringing. You quickly pushed yourself upright and turned to fetch your phone from your bag by the entrance, only to have Karaku offer the device to you.

"Thank you," You thanked the Demon quickly as you grabbed your phone and answered with your name.

"Hello, you were looking for a house, weren't you? 5 rooms minimum and away from the city?" Came a man's voice and you nodded, "Yes, I was."

"Well, sorry for contacting you this late, but we believe we found your dream house!" The man said and you blinked in shock, "This fast?"

"Well, you're in luck, the sellers are looking for a fast deal and you did say in your resume that money wouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Yeah, no, I got money." You nodded and the man smiled on the other side of the phone, "Wonderful! When would you be able to come and see the house yourself? I trust that you want to see what you are getting before buying?"

"How quickly can I see it?"

"Is tomorrow alright with you?" The man asked and you smiled, "Sounds perfect in fact."

"Wonderful!" The real estate agent and you agreed to meet outside the city at 11am and after exchanging the information, you shut the phone and turned to see your Demons who were all looking at you.

"What was that about?" Sekido asked and you couldn't help the smile that rose to your lips, "I'm going to see a house for us tomorrow!"

"A house?"

"Yes, we can't live in this one-room hotel, right?" You asked back and the Demons glanced at each other before nodding.

"Can we come, can we come?" Urogi asked excitedly but you frowned, "I didn't ask… But I guess it couldn't hurt?"

"Great! Oh boy, I'm so excited!" Karaku laughed and you smiled a little, feeling a little hopeful yet nervous. Hopefully, the next day would turn out better than this one.

[heartlyrins]

GAMBLE FOR YOUR LIFE !

˚₊‧Desc— In which by gambling on his life, Aventurine manages to procure himself a little pet to take care of.

˚₊‧TW— smut, dubcon, slave/master, gentle noncon, face fucking, hair pulling, praise, anal, fem!reader, pet names, human trafficking, pussy eating, pussy kisses, he loves babying you, Aventurine sees himself in you so he's a total softie to you :(, spoilers for 2.0 and his backstory

˚₊‧A/N— Hey cuties!! Short lil fic before I actually write dark content for real, sorry my writing is a lil messed I'm a lil sleepy. Not really dark content since it's more like dubcon, sorry I was in the mood for praises :(. Send me requests I'm so lonely

Gambling is something many people enjoy—of course, Aventurine is one of that many people. It's not that he enjoys it, he just has some extraordinary luck as his sister once said.

Through gambling, he finds that you can attain many things. Some of the things which shouldn't even be sold—an illegal trade of sorts.

You could even trade a life.

Not his life, of course, not anymore. But a cute doozy girl from the slumps, he was once a being like you—a slave sold from places to place, but he had escaped that life.

The Kakavasha he once was is no more, instead an Aventurine is reborn. But seeing the look in your eyes reminds him of the child he once was, the child he didn't have the opportunity to memorise.

The life he left behind and hoping to forget. But he's reminded of it everytime he looks deep into your eyes.

He's grown to like you. You've gone through the same things he did, but only that you hadn't have his luck to escape earlier.

He can see that you're starting to grow him too, it was easy to get you to like him. The masters you've had must've treat you badly, so it would come to you naturally to like a kind one.

Well he does give you pats and praises when you've done even something that isn't worth noting. Like for example, picking up something from the ground and throwing it away, sleeping when he told you so, chewing with your mouth closed.

Those were the basic things natural in life, but he can't help to praise you for the simplest thing.

Even as you're just taking him into your mouth, not even bothering to suck on his cock and just taking it motionlessly in your mouth while he does all the work, he still can't help but praise you for it.

"Oh, baby—baby relax your throat." He coos as he looks down at you, holding onto your hair gently as if you were so fragile.

He starts to push his cock deeper, enabling your gag reflex as your throat attempts to push away the foreign object currently in your mouth.

He's so gentle with you that you hate it, you hate how he babies you, you hate how he's doing this without your consent and you especially hate how your body is reacting to it.

"I'm going to fuck your throat now okay?" He pushes through despite your gag reflex and grips onto your scalp almost painfully as he begins to fuck your face repeatedly.

"F-fuhck—you feel so good, so fucking good!" In a breathy moan he starts to abuse your throat faster, the only thing you could do was attempt to breathe through your nose which you were failing miserably.

You were almost kne the verge of fainting, black spots taking over your visions until he pulled out of you and came on your face, his cum dripping down your hair and eyelashes.

You start heaving on the floor, appreciating that you could at least breathe again. But you weren't even allowed that when he brings you to the bed and lays you down flat on your back gently.

You weren't used to this kind of gentleness from your previous masters, or anyone at all. He kisses your pussy through your panties before pushing them to the side and spreading your lips apart.

"Your pussy is so pretty.." He moaned out when he was met with the sight of your pink lips.

He licks a stripe up to your clit and gives a kiss on it and it gave you a moment to wonder if he was making out with your pussy.

The index of his ginger soon entered your hole as he licks at your vagina as if he was a starving man on an island.

Once he deemed you were wet enough, he positions the tip of his cock on your entrance before sliding the tip of it down to your puckered hole and you can see him smirking as he sees the fear in your eyes, desperately trying to push him away.

"N-no there.. It's dirty and dry—" you attempt to reason but he only spits down on his thumb and opens up the puckered hole slowly with his thumb.

The mere feeling of it disgusts you.

But what could you do accept take his cock in your asshole as he wanted to? And he's certainly adamant on it.

He brings his head down to your ears before whispering silently in your ear and you can feel his hot breath on your earlobe.

"Shh, it's gonna hurt if you don't relax okay? I'll do it slowly, baby." the fact that he was so relaxed about it made you wanted to push him further, but he kept you still by the hips and pushes into you as he said—slowly.

But it still hurts no matter how he does it and you squeal at the pain—you wish that he would've just pushed it all at once so the pain would be gone faster.

"You're such a good girl, you know that? My good girl. It was worth it gambling my life in that casino, just for you. I wanted you the moment I set eyes on you—" he groaned as he pushes himself further until he's at the hilt.

You push against his chest, flailing around at the pain but he just leans over to your tits and holds one boob in his hand before sucking on the other.

He reaches a finger down to your clit and starts rubbing you to get you to your climax faster which made it hurts even more, but it felt so pleasurable even if you try to resist.

"N-nuh, not there I'm sensitive!" you moan, it felt like you wanted to black out from the pain and the fact that it felt so good infuriates you.

He groans as he starts setting his pace faster, letting go of your nipple with a pop and moving onto your neck before sucking on one of the spot.

"Ahah—you're so cute.." he says when he pulls away from your neck, leaving a hickey in place.

"So adorable.. Go on, cum my little princess. Cum from me fucking your little tight asshole—" as if on command, your body reacts and came immediately.

He groans as he felt you tighten up, giving a few more thrusts before he came in you and pulls out, letting his cum drip down the sheet.

You were so glad that it was over, until he cups your chin and makes you face him.

"Oh no, baby. I've got a few more load left inside me, after all, I still haven't used your pussy yet.. You didn't think it was over, did you?" he grins when he sees your droopy face that was stained with his cum and gives you a kiss on your forehead.

The night still has a long way to go.

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Eight: Master/slave - Minho/Hyunjin

Tags: dom!Minho, sub!Hyunjin, subspace, master/slave dynamics, cockwarming, exhibitionism, fingering, degradation, name calling

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Hyunjin’s knees ached from the hard ground and the air on his bare skin made him shiver. He wasn't sure how long he had been sitting there. Minutes, hours, the whole day ? Honestly, when he was in this position, time seemed to lose all meaning. He was an object, made only to serve and please Minho. The ache in his back and the soreness of his knees only served to remind him that he was doing good. It made his mind feel fuzzy, like it was full of soft cotton and fluffy clouds. He was floating, ready for any command Minho, his master , gave him. 

Suddenly footsteps filled Hyunjin’s ears and his heart jumped in his chest. The anticipation he always felt when Minho approached would never be topped by anything else. Nothing could compare to the heat that built in his gut whenever his master came to him. 

“Mm, so obedient. Thank you for waiting,” Minho said with a gentle hum. He ran a hand through Hyunjin’s black hair and as much as Hyunjin wanted to respond and press into his touch, he knew he hadn’t been given permission yet. Minho continued caressing his scalp for a moment before he slid his hand down his face and hooked his fingers under his chin. “You can look up at me now.” 

Minho tilted Hyunjin’s head up and he turned his gaze upwards, meeting his eyes. “There you are.” Hyunjin couldn’t hold back the dazed smile that formed on his lips. Minho could be so mean to him, but he could also be incredibly sweet. Hyunjin loved both, but he couldn’t help preening at the tone of his voice at the moment. 

“Are you ready to prepare for our guests, slave?” he asked. He caressed Hyunjin’s jaw with his thumb as he spoke. 

“Yes, Master,” Hyunjin said obediently. He flexed the fingers of his hands, which were still held behind his back in a pair of handcuffs. Now that Minho was here he was suddenly more aware of all the aches in his body. But he held as still as he could because he wanted to please Minho. 

“Good. Do you remember what our plan is?” 

Hyunjin nodded, but quickly remembered to give a verbal reply as well. They had gone over everything that morning. Discussed their limits again, what was okay and what wasn’t, what they would do specifically, and who would be there. Everything was planned out precisely, and all Hyunjin had to do from this point was follow Minho’s instructions. 

“Perfect,” Minho said, brushing his thumb over Hyunjin’s lips. 

Hyunjin fidgeted a little and Minho’s eyes narrowed a little bit. Hyunjin’s stomach seemed to swoop and he bit his lip, stilling his movements. “Are you uncomfortable like this?” Minho asked, tilting his head. Hyunjin considered whether to lie or tell the truth. Minho would want him to be honest though. 

“A…a  little bit, Master. I’m just sore,” Hyunjin admitted meekly. He glanced to the ground but Minho gripped his jaw and forced him to look up. 

“Look at me when you talk, slut,” Minho snapped. 

Hyunjin shuddered and looked back up at him. “I’m sorry, Master. I–I’m just a little achy, but I feel good serving you. That’s the best…the best thing to me.” To anyone else it might seem like he was just trying to butter Minho up, but he really was being truthful. 

“There we go. Thank you for telling me,” Minho said, his expression and tone softening. “You can get up now. I wouldn’t want my pretty slave to be all bruised up and sore, now would I?” 

“No, Master,” Hyunjin said, his lips turning up in a slight smile. 

“Mhm… So you can get up now. You stayed in position for long enough.” 

“Thank you, Master,” Hyunjin said happily. He struggled a little to stand up from his knees with how stiff his legs were and the fact that his hands were still stuck together with cuffs. Minho helped stabilize him, placing his hands on Hyunjin’s shoulders to lift him. Hyunjin’s breath caught in his throat at the action and his head once again had that fluffy, cotton feeling. He knew he was hard even without looking down, and had been for a long time. But he wasn’t allowed to touch himself without permission, and he was a well trained slave. He rarely disobeyed his master. 

“Let’s get these off. Then you can start getting ready,” Minho said, slipping his hands behind Hyunjin to undo the handcuffs. 

Hyunjin let out a soft sigh as his hands were freed from their confines and he was finally able to stretch his sore muscles. “Feels much better,” he said with a smile, rubbing his wrists. “I’ll start getting ready now!” 

“That’s a good boy.” Minho cupped his cheek and pet over his cheekbone with his thumb. “Once you finish everything I’ll get you ready as well. So I want you in my bedroom, on your knees in front of the bed. Understood?” 

“Yes, Master, I understand,” Hyunjin replied with an eager nod. He gave Minho a deep bow before moving off to prepare everything. 

Some people might frown upon what he was doing or think it was an unkind arrangement. But Hyunjin enjoyed it. It was an agreement he consented to. He could back out at any time. But he had no plans of doing that. There was something so fulfilling about it, even when it came to tasks like cooking and cleaning. Hyunjin’s chest warmed with pride any time he was able to make Minho a meal that satisfied him, especially when he got to feed it to him directly. 

By the time Hyunjin was done, the entire house was sparkling and smelling of savory dishes, he rushed to the bedroom and got on his knees in front of the bed. There was a mat on the floor so his knees wouldn’t bruise this time and as soon as he got in position his limbs tingled and his head was airy and light again. It felt so good to be like this. 

Minho entered the bedroom soon after and he gave Hyunjin a catlike smile. “You’ve done well today, slave,” he praised and Hyunjin preened, biting his lip. 

“Thank you, Master, I’m so glad you think so,” he responded eagerly. 

“Of course. I’m so proud,” Minho said. “So well behaved.” 

Hyunjin could have melted into the floor right then. 

“Let me make you all pretty for our guests now. Stand up and lay down on the bed.” 

Hyunjin easily complied, scrambling quickly to switch positions and lay across the soft mattress. He watched as Minho grabbed a box from the closet and pulled out a set of red lingerie and a butt plug with a gem on the end. Hyunjin’s cheeks burned at the sight and his stomach flipped. He would be in that in front of everyone. “You’ll really look like my perfect slave, won’t you?”

“Yes, Master, yours,” Hyunjin breathed. 

Minho smirked as he approached the bed. “Mine,” he said, punctuating the words with a squeeze of his thigh. 

Minho grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer and after getting Hyunjin to spread his legs, began opening him up for the plug. He let Hyunjin moan freely this time so Hyunjin didn’t hold back, whining and panting with every press and curl of Minho’s fingers. His cock went from being soft to rock solid within minutes of Minho fingering him, beads of precum leaking onto his abs. Minho teased him by spreading his fingers wide and dragging the digits over his prostate. And Hyunjin still wasn’t allowed to come. 

Once Minho had secured the plug in Hyunjin’s stretched hole, he helped him put on the lacy lingerie. Panties with a heart cutout in the ass showed off the plug and silky garters hugged the flesh of his soft thighs. Hyunjin’s blush matched the red of the lace. “Such a slutty looking slave, aren’t you?” Minho said teasingly. 

Hyunjin whimpered and his knees went weak. “Y-yes, yours to show off.” 

“Mhm. I can’t wait,” Minho hummed. “Our guests should be arriving soon. Go wait for them.” 

Hyunjin gave Minho a nod and a bow and then scurried off to wait for them in the living room. He was on his knees again, arms behind his back. The perfect position of submission. 

Soon after, the doorbell rang and Minho went to answer it. Chan walked in first, Jeongin following shortly after him. They greeted Minho with smiles and hugs (from Chan), and then began glancing around. Chan’s eyes landed on him first and Hyunjin’s entire body burned from the attention. “Ahh there he is.” 

Jeongin and Minho looked at him then and Minho grinned. “Isn’t he just the prettiest?”

“I’m surprised you got him to be so well behaved,” Jeongin mused. “He used to be such a brat.” 

Hyunjin’s fists clenched behind his back and he forced himself to keep from squeezing his thighs together when his cock twitched. They were talking about him like he wasn’t even there. An object only for their admiration. 

“Oh it took a lot of training, trust me,” Minho responded with a laugh. “But now he does whatever I say.” 

Hyunjin burned . Everything they said was true and it made arousal swirl in his stomach. 

Minho led them to the dining room to sit them down, and soon after the others arrived. Jisung and Felix next, followed soon after by Changbin and Seungmin. Having such an audience made Hyunjin feel like some art piece in a museum. He could feel their stares burning holes through him and their whispered words, giggles, and points only made him dizzier. 

Eventually, after a few moments of greeting and socializing, Minho turned his attention to Hyunjin, still sitting dutifully on the carpet, and beckoned him over with a curl of his finger. “Come, slave, we’re starting dinner. You know what to do.” 

Hyunjin knew exactly what to do. He stood up and made his way to the table, sparks going up his back at the pleased sounds everyone made. He heard Jisung mumble, “ Fuck,” under his breath and Seungmin leaned over to Changbin to whisper something in his ear. Hyunjin first went around the table, serving each of them expensive wine and making sure everything was ready and available for them to eat. They never stopped staring.

Minho looked all too smug with their reactions, the lazy grin he was showing never leaving his face. “Sit,” he said, patting his thigh twice. Hyunjin maneuvered around the table to sit on his lap and squirmed a little to adjust his position. Minho’s hand immediately went to his waist and he dug his fingers into his side. “Feed me.” 

This was easy. Hyunjin did this often. He grabbed the chopsticks and grabbed a piece of meat and lifted it to Minho’s lips. His stomach warmed as Minho’s lips closed around the chopsticks and he closed his eyes, letting out a small, satisfied hum. “

“How was that so homoerotic?” Jisung whispered, to which Seungmin responded, 

“He’s literally sitting on Minho’s lap and is dressed like a little slut, how can it not be?” 

Hyunjin’s cheeks burned at his response and Minho smirked, placing a hand on Hyunjin’s thigh. “That was delicious,” he said sweetly, giving Hyunjin’s thigh a squeeze. Hyunjin whimpered, and it was obvious by the expressions of everyone at the table that they all heard it. “Isn’t he a good cook?” Minho asked, looking around the table. 

“May rival you,” Chan said with a chuckle and Hyunjin positively melted at the praise. He was a good slave for Minho, he did good. 

“Maybe not that far,” Minho said, shooting Chan a glare, even as he opened his mouth for another bite Hyunjin prepared for him. Hyunjin was a good cook, but he had an even better teacher. 

“Master is definitely the best cook,” Hyunjin said softly. He nearly giggled at the reactions from everyone at him so openly calling Minho “Master.” They’d only heard it a few times and every time the reactions were the same–mixed reactions of arousal and shock, red faces, open mouths. A whimper if you were Jisung. “He trained me well.” 

“Of course,” Jeongin supplied. He turned his eyes to Minho. “He wouldn’t be able to do anything on his own without getting trained, would he?” 

Minho chuckled as Hyunjin squirmed in his lap. More embarrassment pulsed in his chest and went all the way down through his stomach to his toes. “I’m afraid not. It’s really a good thing he listens so well. In fact…I think I’ll eat on my own now. Why don’t you serve me another way, hm?” 

Hyunjin knew exactly what Minho meant. They had planned this all after all. He gave Minho a sharp nod and a, “Yes, Master,” before he got off his lap and crawled under the table to kneel between Minho’s spread thighs. 

“ Good ,” Minho drawled. He reached down underneath the table and unzipped his pants so he could pull his cock out. It was semi-hard from Hyunjin being on his lap and that filled Hyunjin with an unreasonable amount of pride. “Cockwarm me while I eat dinner with my friends.” 

“Wow,” Hyunjin heard Changbin mumble from the table along with a few soft gasps and accompanying moans. Just the command only followed by the reactions had Hyunjin’s head and body buzzing. He could barely think, all he knew was he needed to do what his master told him. 

Hyunjin opened his mouth and put his lips around the head of Minho’s cock, going down almost to the base in one go. He rested his head on Minho’s thighs and breathed deeply through his nose, allowing the feeling of Minho’s heavy cock on his tongue to lull him even deeper into his headspace. 

For the rest of dinner, Hyunjin stayed like that. The sound of their conversation faded out as his mind went numb from cockwarming Minho. Occasionally, Minho would shift or roll his hips forward and Hyunjin’s eyes would water as he gagged a little. But he never pulled off. He wanted to impress Minho and impress everyone that was there, even though they all seemed to be ignoring him. The lack of attention only made him slip further and further, until he was in a dream-like state. Please Master, do good for him, good slave, good …

Hyunjin barely registered when everyone got up to start leaving until Minho curled his fingers in his hair and eased him off his cock. “Up, boy, everyone’s leaving,” he said, his voice soft in a way that kept Hyunjin in the same headspace. Drool ran down Hyunjin’s chin from having a cock in his mouth for so long and he didn’t even bother to wipe it up as he crawled from under the table and stood up on shaky legs. 

He followed Minho to the door with the others and gave them all a deep bow. “Thank you for coming,” he said softly. He wasn’t even sure if he said it out loud, but the way Minho smiled told him otherwise. 

“You should bring him around like that more often,” Changbin said. 

“Maybe. I’ll have to discuss it with him first though,” he said, scratching the back of Hyunjin’s head. “I hope you all enjoyed yourselves. I definitely did.” 

“It was fun!” Felix said with a warm smile. “Though next time I want more interaction with Hyunjinnie.” 

Minho glanced at Hyunjin’s face and grinned. “Noted.” 

After they all left and Hyunjin and Minho had said goodbye and thanked all of them, Minho turned to Hyunjin and pet his hair. “Hey there, Hyunjin,” he said softly. “You did good. That was a lot.” 

Hyunjin nodded, a soft smile on his face. Minho sighed fondly. 

“Let’s go get you changed then get you something to eat. I want you strong and healthy, right?” 

Hyunjin perked up a little. “Yes, that sounds wonderful, Master,” he said happily. 

“Good. Let’s get moving then.” He smacked Hyunjin’s butt and Hyunjin responded with a yelp before heading off to the bedroom to get changed. 

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

Fusion Slavery: Combat Slave & Gladiator Slave AU

Pyrrha has been a gladiator and a combat warrior for a long time but always avoided being a slave for someone specific. Of course when the Arc family wants to get her for their only son she goes to decline... until she sees Jaune himself and it is instant love and she changes her tune. He is reluctant in owning a slave... but Pyrrha is insistent on this.

Love At First Sight Meme

As long she can remember. She was both gladiator and combat warrior slave who earn fame and infamy for being masterless slave who gone unattached to anyone in specific...

"I am Jaune Arc. As of today, I'm your, uh, first actual and permanent master...." Jaune said in a sheepish tone of voice, looking at her with big bashful grin and wide-eyed blue eyes that stare at her with friendliness and compassion.

...Until the Arc Family bought her for her combat skill in hope of protecting their sole son and perhaps teaching him few combat skills so he would die prematurely. Pyrrha knew of this, but as she look at the blonde man no older than her with blank look on her face but beating heart...

"My name is Pyrrha Nikos. Combat and Gladiator Slave..."

...it was at the moment she had fallen deep in love with the man who will be her first and last master as long she breathes.

[teresawymore]

This is a cover and some details, since I like how I'm coming along with their faces.

This is the cover for my alternate universe series Dark Intimacies, about fallen Aziraphale and angel Crowley trying to save him. They are master and slave in Late Rome, just before the invasion of Alaric.

If you like transgressive fiction and historical fiction, and favor the idea of Aziraphale a really dark character, you might like the story. I have chapter one posted and working on the next.

It was watching Michael Sheen in other shows that got me keen on reading Aziraphale as a dark character.

Sheen would destroy the role--his evil is so good. David Tennant's demon is misunderstood, disillusioned. That's why Crowley will never be truly evil, as Pratchett and Gaimen intended, because he fell for merely questioning.

I love our Good Omens the way it is, but just suppose...

[sillyvampireboi]

Nectar from the giving hands

Summary: Renfield being hand fed and praised finally.

Contents: renfield x reader, reader is renfield’s new vampire master, gender neutral reader, he/him pronounces for reader, writing exercise

Nsfw: dom/sub, master/slave, top!reader, sub renfield, praise kink, neck fetish, no intercourse, blood kink, blood drinking, gentle dom, hand feeding

a/n: first Renfield smutty fic I’ve written whehe! Would love to know what you guys think ~ Also I might or might not write a second part of this one shot *wink wink*

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And his lips met with the ice cold hands, drinking the thick, dark liquid from them. He savored every drop, as it was honey falling from the honeycomb.

It was an electrifying site, seeing the master and his servant in front of the huge fireplace. The sky wore her dark cape over her shoulders outside, wearing her millions of star-jewels on her chest. The moon as her tiara was sitting on her head, illuminating the outside world in a dim yellow light. A quiet stillness rested on that cape coverd day, as the tiara’s light faintly shone through the huge windows of our scene. It was the biggest room of a small mansion in a village, which was in a far secluded area. It was 4 hours away from any form of civilization, surrounded by huge forests and pretty fields.

It was your idea to settle down in a quiet place after centuries of aimlessly roaming in the wide world, and your new familiar more than gladly complied. You learned about his service of Dracula, his fall and the servant’s deep hidden desires and dreams quite fast. He was like an open book in front you, you just had to turn the beautifully written pages and read.

Your approach -you couldn’t quite place the term - as you called it, was different from Dracula’s and other ancient vampires regarding the treatment of their familiars. You despised the handling of ‘inferiors’ even back in the 16th century and you didn’t start to like it now. It was cruel if anything in your eyes. So when you met Renfield and saw what damage serving Dracula across hundreds of years did to him, you swore to care about him the way he deserved. You picked up quickly, that praise, in any amount or form, has a peculiar effect on him.

That was one of the reasons you two were in the biggest room of your mansion, in front of the warm fireplace. You were sitting in the huge, comfortable armchair which was pulled next to the heat so the fire was on your left. And in front of you, between your legs was Renfield on his knees, looking as beautiful as ever drinking from your hands.

Robert Montague Renfield. A handsome man, whose youth has been locked between time, forever frozen in the garden of eternity. His pale cheeks will never lose the faint blush they possess, nor the twinkling will never fade from the beautiful ocean-blue eyes, nor the lips will lose their full redness. His soul has been cracked and crushed countless times during his endless life, yet his golden heart still beats fully between the cages of his chest. Such unearthly beauty inside and out, and Dracula dared to toy with him! The thought left the flames of fury traveling through your dead body every time.

You gently caressed the top of his night-dark hair with your free hand, as you reached the other towards him, replacing the already drank blood. He licked hungrily, slurping the drops that started escaping from your fingers first, cleaning them clean with his tongue.

“That’s it, that’s my good boy. You were hungry weren’t you?” - your quiet voice floated into the room, carrying gentleness and unheard praises.

He was already fidgeting awkwardly since the beginning of the night, hearing your calm voice addressed to him. Since you started the gentle caress on his head, it left pink flowers to form in his cheeks. Now however, hearing the way you called him, the flowers started to bloom and colour his usually pale skin.

“Yes, master.” - he said quietly, suddenly too shy to look up at you.

Robert Montague Renfield.

Always eager to please and serve,

while not expecting anything in return.

So a praise on his work,

leaves him in shock,

blushing and not knowing how to respond.

You adorable little man, tonight I’ll shower you in the admiration you deserve. You thought, as you let your index and middle finger sink into the warm liquid. As you lifted your arm, the blood started to form little vein-like rivers down your straight fingers, along your palm. Renfield looked mesmerized, mouth slightly open and staring at your red covered fingers. His blue irises followed the now formed little veins along the curves of your hand, drinking in their sight. Since you didn’t move, he hesitantly glanced up at you.

“Yes? What’s the problem, Renfield?”

“N-nothing master! I’m sorry!” - shit, you didn’t want to freak him out. Must be more careful with the teasing, you concluded.

His elegant eyebrows frowned in anxious knots, as he tried to curl as small as his tall figure let him.

“You did nothing wrong Robert.” - at the sound of his first name, his head turned towards you, eyes shining with a warm light. You called him Robert! Called him by his first name! And how sweet his name rolled on your tongue, as a peaceful river flowing on rocks. - “ You were staring at my hand, you wanted to do something but hesitated. What did you want to do?”

“I-I just.. I wa-... I don’t know, master.”

“I know when you are lying Robert. Tell me, my little bug. I’m not angry that you want something.” - oh that saccharine voice directed to him again. How he adored everything about you! From your dark, malicious eyes that carried care, to your cold embrace which still felt warm somehow. He bore his baby blue eyes into yours and whispered in a small but hopeful trusting voice - “I .. wanted to-to taste.”

Trusting voice, your mind chirped as your fingers were still frozen in mid air. You knew how difficult it was for Renfield to bond with someone on a deep level, especially trusting, and yet here he was admitting the desire of his heart, looking up at you, waiting.

“You’ve been a very good boy, Robert. And good boys get what they want.” - you purred as you moved your hand to be in front of his face. Ah, how pretty he looked between your legs, his pale skin lighted by his own excitement and the heat from the fireplace. Golden and orange flames framed his figure from the left side, his night-dark hair mirroring their illuminations while his striking blue eyes gleamed.

Your words again! They patted his heart and pulled him closer to you, hugging him warmly. The flames from the fire started to appear on his cheeks as well, spreading across his face and neck. He stole a careful look towards you, silently asking for permission. The second you nodded your approval, his tongue embraced your fingers. He licked along your slender fingers, tasting the blood, not letting any drop escape, then he worked his lips on the side of your palm, collecting and devouring the veins formed there. The more he licked, the more his face started to bear a similar shade of the thick liquid. His breath started to become haggard, and his tongue technique sloppysh.

“That’s my good little Robert, cleaning my hand and not letting the blood go to waste.” - you continued the rain of your praises, while you began caressing his hair. He couldn’t stop the whimper breaking out from the back of his throat, as you carried on with the fondling.

Greedily he took your fingers fully in his mouth, closing them between the slick walls of his chops. He slurped and stroked and tasted, his tongue tangling around both. It didn’t take much time for his head to start bobbing up and down, moaning around your slender fingers and whining for more friction.

He looked so disheveled and pathetic yet extremely lovely. Saliva started dropping from between his pink lips, flowing down his chin and jaw mixing with blood drops there. What a beautiful painting it was on his neck! Colours blending with heated skin and shiny drool, contouring his Adam’s apple and the relentlessly working muscles. He had a pretty neck, slender and pale, showing his purple arteries pulsating under pregamen skin, bearing white marks of old bites.

He appeared to be at peace, safe in the garden of your blood-red roses, a heavenly light shining through him. The tent in his trousers left a vet river down his thighs, smearing it all over his clothes.

You grabbed his inky hair, pulling his head back gently from your fingers. The moan that escaped his lips was so loud that the tiara wearing night sky stopped for a moment to listen.

“You are so good at obeying my orders Robert. I’m so lucky to have you. I know everyone wants a good little servant like you.” - you leaned down to whisper it into his ears and you trailed your cold fingers along the line of them.

He whined adorably while he laid his head on his left thigh, exhausted but blissful after the events of the night. His twinkling, baby-blue irises collided with your dark ones, flaming in the sizzling light of the flames. You read nothing but love in them, being completely open, builded walls long forgotten.

“Thank you master.” - he whispered with a hoarse but happy voice.

You continued patting his black locks, while the flowers of blushes overblownd, leaving their seeds for the future and his breath calmed down. He started to sink into a tranquil dream, pulling his lips into a soft smile. He looked so serene there, so you didn’t stir, just let him sleep while you kept patting his little head and whispering praises over him. It was still a few hours before sunrise, so you stayed there waiting over his dreams.

As the night sky started to take off her star-jewels and her moon-tiara, you lifted the dreaming man into your soft armchair without waking him. You covered him with a warm blanket and left a quill written note for him to find in the morning.

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[therealmofamorus]

Feel the Corruption. (RWBY/Star Wars)

Type: Poll Winner Smut

AU: Alpha Male Stud AU, Crossover AU, Breeding Stud AU, Star Wars AU: Sith AU

Fandom: RWBY, Star Wars

Summary: Raven Branwen, the right-hand woman/top consort to the Sith Emperor Jaune Miles Arc aka Darth Arcadia of the Sith Empire brought in one of the Rebel General and ex-members of the Jedi Order Ahsoka Tano. So she can be trained to be his prized slave

Theme: Dom/Sub, Master/Slave, Corruption, Mind Break, Fucked Silly, Breeding, Bad Guy Wins

X-xx-X

SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~!

"Stawp! Y-You are breaking me!!!!!" A shrilled voice shrieked out in anguished pleasure.

SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~!

"That is the main point. I am going to break you and reforge you until you are no longer your old self but your new self as my breeding sex slave." A dark, rumbling baritone voice said in a confident tone of voice.

Raven Branwen, known as Darth Omen smiled a lewd serene-like smile behind her mask as she watched as her lord and master of the Order of the Sith and the current ruler of the Sith Empire.

Her red eyes watched as the man whom she swore to serve long and loyal in all aspects of life was fucking the pathetic Jedi bitch like the whore she was. A whore who will service him and indulge in his base urges with no resistance and resilience from her but acceptance to her new life as his breeding sex slave.

SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~!

"I am going to cum inside you My Slave~. Get ready for your imminent impregnation."

SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHKYYAAAAAAEEEEEKKKKKKK~!!!!"

Raven felt her pussy moisten up at the sound of horror and pleasure from the fallen general of the Rebellion and member of the Jedi Order. Felt the soul-crushing breakdown of the alien slut who made was far from the current present.

The Matriarch of the Branwen Clan and right-hand woman begin stripping out of her clothes, hearts in her demonic red orbs, her pussy was leaking her juices nonstop and trembling with the need to have his bull-like breeding juice in her ovulating womb.

Eager to join in her sister and fellow love slave under the insatiable hunger of Sith Emperor Darth Arcadia of the Great Sith Empire of the New Republic.

[his-word-my-law]

Six years ago I met my Master.

When we met, neither of us had any plans or aspirations to enter the realms of M/s.

He was naturally dominant, I was naturally submissive.

That's where it started.

We connected very quickly. Our relationship evolved and grew. It became clear that we were beyond Dom/sub. We knew we were now more in the domain of Master/slave.

He collared me as such in December 2017, four months after we met. And then on the first anniversary of that meeting, He took me for a tattoo.

He isn't only my Master, and I am not only His slave.

We are in love. We live together. We do everything that "normal" (such a silly word, lol) couples do.

This isn't kink, or "play" (hate that word too 😋). We don't have a dungeon, do "scenes" or go to bdsm events.

We live everyday our own way.

Or rather, in terms of my actions, behaviours and the way i do cerain things, we live HIS way. But that's because His way is now my way.

I'm not brainless or voiceless. I have a strong mind and equally strong opinions. I (too often) use my voice a little too quickly. My attitude gets in the way. But I'm human. I'm not the generic misconception of a consensual slave.

Does that attitude go unchecked? Nope. No chance 😳😅. It gets corrected pretty quickly.

But this is our life together.

And it's a good life ❤️.

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Fusion Slavery: Combat Slave & Gladiator Slave AU

How is it having someone like Pyrrha as your slave Jaune? How has she been helping you out? And Pyrrha what do you think of Jaune as your master?

"She is amazing," Jaune said with a beaming smile. "She is one the best combat/gladiator slave I have ever seen. And she teach me so much about combat in order to achieve my dream of being a huntsman." Added Jaune as he glanced over the scarlet-haired slave.

X-xx-X

"Master is a kind and benevolent master who treats me well and listens to my lessons and advice." Pyrrha glanced over to her master who was lifting up the weighted sword making the muscles in his arms tense up causing her heart to skip a beat at the sight of his growing muscles.

[teresawymore]

Good Omens - Late Rome Series on AO3

A series of short stories and artwork set in an alternate universe with a fallen Aziraphale and angel Crowley—literary, historical, and erotic. Amid the contentious relationship is a complex bond between master and slave, aesthete and spiritualist, lover and beloved.

Story #1 The angels are in Rome at their home on the Palantine, where Aziraphale insists on a lesson in pleasure.

Story #2 The angels visit Hadrian's Villa at Tibur and discuss the unique virtue of the pederast emperor and notions of love and beauty.