#master/slave

[masterxwest]

She knows her place.

It’s to look slutty, tits visible, skimpy clothing.

Maintaining my home, keeping it clean, making sure it is a perfect reflection of the man who owns her.

[deviousstarcat]

Cmon you'd kick her at least once right?

[hazelsmask]

I can't help but feel like 90% of hdg criticism amounts to going to a master/slave forum and protesting about how the slave trade was bad actually. Like yes everyone here already knows that, nobody here was advocating for that actually. Can you come up with a criticism that is novel and unique instead?

[bunnywh0re]

as a slut with tiny tits, we need more appreciation for our small perky udders, they are so fun to pinch, play with or just slap around for Master's enjoyment

[madmanwonder]

Ask

Fusion Monster Girl AU + Slave: Monster Girl Slave AU

Not a great start but my question is for Weiss a month after the "purchasing". How is it in the Arc household? Is it any good or bad? How is it being his monster girl slave by the sound of things?

“It not as bad as I thought.” Weiss replied. “The Arc Family is a strange but kind bunch who treat me with great kindness and respect in spite of me being a slave and a monster girl…,” Weiss pale cheeks turned bright red. “Especially that dunce…💕”

[dirtybiowareconfessions]

Confession: I want Elgar'nan to make me his slave. I want him to put a gilded collar around my neck and lead me on a chain in front of the Elvhen court.

[masterspvppyslvtt]

I am so lucky that Master is such a deep sleeper sometimes.~

He’s just asleep, but I’m too horny so I make my way down and start to mouth at him over his boxers. Feeling him grow harder as I teas and such at his cock before pulling the cloth away so I can fully take him into my mouth.~ Using my tongue in the ways I know he likes as I take him down my throat. Reaching my hand down to finger myself open so that I can ride him. Listening to him grunt and groan in his sleep as I suck his cock.~

Once I’m too needy and can’t stand it I finally pull off before straddling his hips and teasing his leaking cock against my folds. Whining softly as I slowly sink myself down onto him. Making sure to go slowly so I don’t wake him up.~

Once I’m sure he’s still asleep I would start to move my hips. Trying my best to stay quiet as I feel his cock go in and out of my tight, warm heat. Spearing myself on his cock I get greedy and start to really fuck myself down onto him. Gripping at the blankets around us as I let little moans and whimpers escape. He just feels so damn good inside me I can’t get enough! But he’s such a heavy sleeper and I start to get frustrated because I can’t cum until he tells me. So I start to move faster, scratching his chest slightly as I beg and plead for him to wake up.~

[decayles]

Ai No Kusabi

My 22 Headcanons about them.

Warning: Master/Slave relationship ! ! !

Tags: Non-con, non-graphic sex, emotional manipulation, angst, power imbalance, canon-typical violence, stockholm syndrome, au-canon divergence (nobody dies but riki will remain a slave)

Genre: yaoi/BL

Riki hated him. Hated the Blondie who had ripped him from his life, stripped him of his freedom, and shackled him in golden chains.

He refused to obey. No matter how many times Iason commanded him, no matter how many punishments he endured, he never bent. He spat insults, fought back, took every blow with a glare burning in his dark eyes.

The relentless beatings had left bruises blooming under his skin. Whip lashes that painted angry red lines down his back. Fingers digging into his jaw, forcing his mouth open, forcing him to call Iason ‘Master.’

But he never did. Not willingly. Never sincerely.

He was an embarrassment. That’s what Iason told him, coldly, cruelly, every time he lashed out in front of the other Blondies and their pets. “Do you see how disgraceful you are?” Iason would murmur, dragging Riki aside, his grip iron-tight. “You should be grateful I even allow you to stay at my feet.”

But Riki never learned. He always fought, always bit back. Always spit blood onto the pristine floors of Eos, never once bowing his head.

Until he grew tired. Until the fights left him exhausted. Until his body was too worn, too weak, too broken to keep resisting.

The moment it happened, Iason saw it. That shift. That flicker of dullness in Riki’s dark, defiant eyes.

That night, when Iason touched him, Riki didn’t fight. He let those hands roam his body, let them take without resistance. He didn’t flinch when Iason’s lips ghosted against his throat.

He let him have him. Every night.

At first, Iason expected him to be silent, passive, lifeless beneath him. And he was.

But Iason was patient. He ran his hands over the bruises he left, tracing them almost reverently. He murmured against Riki’s skin, low, hushed words of praise: “That’s it. That’s my good pet.”

He kissed Riki’s throat, his shoulders, his jaw. He touched him gently.

And Riki hated it more than anything. Hated how his body betrayed him. Hated how his breath hitched when Iason’s lips dragged along his collarbone. Hated the way his own fingers sometimes grasped at Iason’s shoulders, at his arms, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away.

He told himself it was just his body responding. It meant nothing.

But then one night, he moved. He lifted his hips. He curled his fingers into Iason’s platinum hair. He kissed him back. He let himself participate.

Iason stilled for only a second—surprised—before a smirk curved at the edges of his lips. He knew.

And Riki wanted to die from the shame of it. But that shame didn’t stop him from riding Iason the night after.

Or the night after that. The night Riki straddled Iason, moving on his own, fingers clutching his shoulders, nails digging into skin. And when he came, he gasped out the word: “Master.”

And Iason laughed. A soft, pleased chuckle as he wrapped his arms around Riki, pulling him against his chest, running his hands up and down his trembling back.

Riki’s body was spent. His breathing uneven. And he did not pull away. He had surrendered. Completely. Utterly.

Iason had won.

The fanart isn’t mine but I couldn't find the original artist.

Chain divider 🔗

[violet-1atte]

Kinktober Day Eight: Master/slave - Minho/Hyunjin

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

AO3 Link

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. 

[moon-language-0]

new chapter of Cold Comfort just dropped, featuring mind-controlled slave!steve as loki's new toy, while tony frets from the sidelines 😰😈

[masterxwest]

sub w/ severe abandonment issues 🤝 insanely possessive owner

[acposter16]

A Troubled Time Ch. 29: Growth

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57614449/chapters/169903660

[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]

(Ask, original stud au, crossover au)

Makoto, now you defeated Bowsette and made her your bitch, which kingdom do you plan to visit next?

“I am interested in seeing the homeland of Princess Daisy…and see what kind of bitch I can make Daisy?” Makoto chuckled as he watch through the scrying orb where Daisy was taking a shower while Bowsette sucking on his fat cock.

[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.