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dovabunny · 3 months

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Ghostsoap AU Concept - Alpha Trade

AU where omegas rule and alphas are seen as dumb but strong and useful.Omegas and betas joke that alphas are like horny animals.

But the worst stigma and laughing stock is a big alpha with a huge dick (like theorised in ancient Greece where there was a rumoured belief that a man with huge genitals was more primitive and less intelligent)

Soap is from a powerful omega family but has no interest in the pathetic dynamics and abuses of his second gender. Instead he devotes himself to special forces.

Alpha slavery and trading was unfortunately perfectly legal and many powerful omegas loved having a flock of alpha slaves around them like jewelry.

Soap swore he would NEVER buy or use anyone.

Until one day he's in the city with Gaz and he hears laughter at the auction block.

They step closer, curious, and that's when Soap first sees The Ghost.

A huge alpha, biggest he's ever seen, masked and chained like an animal and stripped naked. The crowd laughs at his size and his 'size', the auctioneer buying into the jokes, selling him as a work horse.

Gaz cringes and goes to pull him away, they're both furious about the alpha trade.

But then Soap's eyes catches the alpha's.

A beautiful honey brown peering out of a mask, intelligent and hopeless.

Soap speaks before he thinks.

"2 million and he leaves with me. Final offer."

#john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #cod mw2 #cod mwii #ghostsoap #soapghost #my writing #slavery au #omegaverse #another one from my twitter

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madmanwonder · 30 days

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Fusion Slavery: Combat Slave & Gladiator Slave AU

When Weiss and Blake offer Jaune to train in different ways from Pyrrha.he accepts since he does want to learn new things. Problem is that what they plan on doing with him... it is less training and more working together to win him over from the others. To the point that after the three leave the gym hours later... the two girls putting back on their gym clothes definitely implied something happened there. Especially with how they tease their master.

(2-Koma) (Seduction) (Implied Sex)

When he Weiss and Blake told him that they were going to teach him a new combat technique. He was excited about the new technique from the ex-heiress and former White Fang agent who were skilled and experienced in combat which made him eager in learning from them.

But…

“You are going to learn some grappling techniques, Master~” Weiss said with a smile as she eyed him.

“A lesson you are going to need in the future with certain opponents in mind.” Blake said cat-like smile as she placed her hand on her broad hips.

“…”

X-xx-X

“Do you heard that?” Ying asked her younger sister who was walking with her.

“Hear what Sis?” Yang asked looking at her carbon copy with a curious expression.

“The sound of flesh hitting flesh and…moaning?” Ying said with a bewildered expression.

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 9 months

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Hi! I’m looking for a fic where werewolves are in charge of society and humans are like lower class. There’s like a kind of hunting ground where werewolves can hunt humans? And Derek and Stiles are a couple

HI anon! @dear-massacre says it could be this one.

The Calming Grounds by tugela54

(3/3 I 15,106 I Explicit I Sterek)

Derek loves him - his smart, beautiful, fragile little human. And if he treats him as an equal, that’s no one’s business but his own.

Even if he can't escape his own nature...

AND

@fantasizingmyfantasies suggested this one!

Enemy Lines by qhuinn (tekla)

(17/17 I 149,179 I Explicit I Sterek)

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

Years later when Derek returns to Beacon Hills, he does it as Alpha of a military pack on a mission to capture those responsible for the region’s resistance. With his main objective, Sheriff Stilinski, out of sight, he settles for the next best thing: his son, Stiles.

Neither of them suspects they’ll need to trust each other if they want to make it out this alive.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #slavery au #werewolves are known #anon #lost fic

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christinesficrecs · 5 months

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There’s a fic that is pretty similar to one of the deleted recs that were your favorite. (Unchained by exclaimation)

From what u remember Derek was a slave and stiles might have brought him home. He at least ‘owned’ Derek and one of the argents was a previous owner.

I distinctly remember a storyline of Kate/another argent stealing a glove of stiles at a grocery story or somewhere public to be able to scent Derek.

GIANT maybe: deaton having a sanctuary for wolves somewhere up north and stiles can’t know the location because it’s safer but something goes wrong with the escape trip.

Might be mixing some fics together, so sorry!

I found it!! Definitely took me a minute! 🤦🏻‍♀️

Pack Up; Don’t Stray by the_deep_magic | 55.2K | Explicit

Werewolves are an enslaved underclass, collared and tagged by human masters. Detective Stilinski’s on duty the night they bring in an untagged stray.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #slavery au #slave!derek #kate argent

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clairelsonao3 · 1 year

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Blog and WIP Intro

Hi, I'm Claire. I'm an adult woman and professional writer of many things, but my first love (and my MFA degree) is fiction, which I've been writing for quite some time.

My writing

I discovered the whump community in early 2023, and although my work isn't strictly or exclusively whump, I'm happily discovering a lot of writers and readers who share my tastes here. That said, this is not a whump-exclusive blog.

I enjoy almost any genre if it's well-written, especially romance, historical fiction, and mysteries/thrillers. These days, you'll primarily find me writing contemporary romance (set either in our universe or an alternate version of it) with whump, humor, and probably some thrills mixed in.

I now have a detailed intro post about my writing and the elements, whumpy and otherwise, you're likely to find in it, as well as the kinds of things I like to read. It's a living document and subject to change!

WIPs

At the moment, I have two main WIPs I'll be discussing/referencing on this blog. Click on the title for the WIP intro pages!

Good Slaves Never Break the Rules

An adult, NSFW, whumpy, alternate-history slavery forbidden romance that I'm posting in installments on Ao3.

Short Summary: A naive girl from a rich but disintegrating family determined to finish university and make it on her own. A gifted and charming slave who will do anything and use anyone to find his missing sister.

In a modern world where slavery is institutionalized, they're forbidden from touching or even looking at each other. But when her father buys him and assigns him as her chemistry tutor, it's only a matter of time before they collide -- and maybe just light their entire world on fire.

Note:

No abuse or noncon takes place between the MCs in this story. In fact, I like to think of this as a slavefic that has much more in common with mainstream romance than it does with most slavefics you might have come across. (In other words, it's a slavefic for people who think they don't like slavefic.)

WIP Intro

Do stories about slavery make you uncomfortable?

Me, too -- they're supposed to. Here's a great explanation of why writers like me are drawn to the topic, exactly what slavefic is, and what it is not. If you're at all curious (or if you're thinking of sending me a nasty anon), I highly recommend giving it a read.

The Adored

A young adult, whumpy, romantic thriller, currently on hiatus from agent submissions as I revise.

Short Summary: When an up-and-coming teen rock star falls off a yacht and drowns right before his first album drops, his bandmate (still mourning her hopeless crush) suspects his spoiled girlfriend and/or his charismatic young manager of murder. And she's determined to prove it no matter the cost.

WIP Intro

Untitled Silly Prison Whump Non-Story

A sweet, clever, naive 18-year-old guy from a respectable background falls on hard times, gets roped into helping with what he thinks is a nonviolent art heist, fucked over by the rest of the gang, and gets sentenced to 10 years in a totally cartoonish, unrealistic, hard-labor-galore prison. He unsurprisingly has a very bad time of it until the warden asks him to be his assistant, at which point it gets better ... or does it? I wrote this purely to entertain myself (but then again that's how GSNBTR started, too). I'm posting it on another site where I don't know anyone because I'm too embarrassed to post it here, but parts of it have found their way over to Tumblr. Maybe more will, too, someday.

Whumptober 2023

These stories are technically prequels to GSNBTR, but they both stand alone!

From the Moment I Could Talk, I Was Ordered to Listen (Whumptober Day 26)

A renowned professor of chemical physics visits a discount slave auction, looking for something very specific. But what he finds there is not quite what he had in mind.

With a Guarantee of Company (Whumptober Day 30)

A slave girl is caught in a compromising position with her master's daughter's crush and is forced to pay the price for it.

What you'll find on this blog

Posts about my writing and others' writing, both whumpy and otherwise. Tags and asks (I try to get to all of them eventually!) Posts and reblogs with prompts, memes, etc. about whumpy writing and general writing.

Other Writing

I have four complete novels, some of which have been published under pseudonyms (which, for various uninteresting reasons, I won't be discussing or linking to on this blog).

Audience

For now, my writing will be hosted (except for perhaps some very occasional bonus content) exclusively on Ao3 (hence the username) since I started over there, and prefer not to split my audience. This may change in the future, however.

Although my ongoing WIP on Ao3 is NSFW and intended only for ages 18 and over, this blog should be generally SFW. Anything that's not, I'll strive to tag and put under a cut. That said, just in case, I'm trying to avoid knowingly following or interacting with minors and I don't encourage them to follow me.

I'm trying very hard to stay away from posting anything real-world controversial or political, but sometimes I can't help myself, sorry!

My inbox is always open to comments and questions! I love tag games, though sometimes I develop quite a backlog. Basically, I welcome any kind of positive interaction. After all, that's what I'm here for!

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envihellbender · 4 months

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Our awful Hawke having Anders and Fenris on leashes

Characters: Malcolm Hawke II, Anders, Fenris

Verse: Tevinter/Slaver AU

Content: weight gain / fats, slave au, abuse of power

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Magister Hawke laid back on his large, reinforced velvet chaise lounge. His gigantic pale gut filled the space between his spread thighs, he wore only his maroon circus tent sized dressing gown which was too small to tie over his gut causing it to be essentially useless. To his right on the floor was a young man, blond and thin wearing a shabby white shirt and brown trousers. He was on his knees and sat on his heel, a thick leather collar around his throat, with a leash clipped to a silver ring which wrapped around one of Hawke’s swollen, bloated wrist. Anders had been a slave gifted to the Hawke family, as the Magister was the eldest that gave him the priority over their property. He essentially ignored the slave for most of the morning, he was a beautiful young man and a spectacular healer, extremely useful for a half a ton man to have around. Hawke rubbed his abdomen with one hand whilst he lifted up large slices of cake with the other. After his fifth slice of his third chocolate cake he frowned, he swallowed a final mouthful. He tugged on the lead, causing Anders to be jerked forward and hit his head on the arm of the lounge. Anders stumbled to his feet, ignoring the throbbing pain on his neck and head.

“What-” there was a sharp tug on his lead. “Yes, Sir?”

“Good boy,” Hawke said, he licked his lips before he responded, swallowing crumbs and icing that stuck there and wincing as his felt the pain again. “My chest. I’m having pains again.”

“I will have a look, Sir,” Anders replied, anyone could’ve seen that he was secretly hoping for a massive heart attack but knowing he wasn’t that lucky. Anders had to climb atop of Hawke’s gut to get to his chest, he pushed his hands into the adipose, the hot sweaty fat pulsing beneath his fingers. He frowned as he felt Hawke’s pulse grow dangerously low and listened to Hawke’s wheezing breaths. “A cardiac incident, I’d have to take you to the household clinic to do some proper tests.” The words felt distasteful in his mouth, he despised that the medical centre worked from was private to only the Hawke’s and contained conditions other clinics in Thedas could only dream of.

“Later, for now just settle things down,” Hawke responded impatiently. “Isn’t there anything you can do now? Or are you not good enough?”

“I- of course. I can- I can do a quick fix and a proper treatment when you get a moment, Sir,” Anders stammered. He took a deep breath and began flexing his fingers over Hawke’s pale chest causing light blue flickers of magic to radiate from them and sink into Hawke’s warm adipose. Eventually the Magister sighed in contentment, his plump lips contorted into a smile as the pain began to ease.

“Good boy,” Hawke purred. He sucked the icing from his right hand and raised his left to stroke Anders’ hair and run a finger down the back of his neck. “So talented.”

“Sir. That is your fifth cardiac event this month. I really think-” Anders began. He was silenced by a tug of his lead, pulling him forward and forcing him to use the bed of fat to steady himself.

“Here I was, so pleased at how good you were being,” Hawke smirked, watching Anders struggle to steady himself as his small hands disappeared into Hawke’s pale fat.

“I- of course, Sir,” Anders said reluctantly, his head hung forwards in defeat. He perched on Hawke’s fat and continued his work, and continued with manipulating the elements around Hawke’s breast. Before he knew it a long, fat arm wrapped around his waist and pulled forward, keeping him trapped in place. The heat and sweat between the two of them suffocating Anders, causing him to start growing dizzy alongside the exhaustion of the magic. Working on someone so huge always took everything out of him. Finally there was a crackling thumping noise, and Anders fell forwards onto Hawke’s chest. The warmth and tingle of electricity vibrating against him, the fat of Hawke’s body swaddling him. The Magister licked his lips, with one hand he wrapped Anders’ lead around his bloated fingers, with the other he wheezed as he lifted and stroked Anders’ back, covering him in a blanket of adipose as he fell into unconsciousness.

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“Something wrong, Carver?” Hawke asked, the words sliding from his bloated tongue far smoother than they should for a man his size. He had dressed rather smartly, in a pair of robes he would normally wear to a ball, a deep blue with silver thread. They had been tailored to his new size that morning, and Carver wondered about what a waste that was given they’d be torn to shreds by the end of the meal. Hawke however looked as arrogant and comfortable as ever, basking in his obesity.

“N-no. Not at all, brother,” Carver said with an embarrassed smirk. Hawke had insisted Carver wore his Templar uniform to dinner, he had no respect for his brother’s profession - saying they were once wild boars that the Magisters had turned to little piglets. Carver insisted they still did an important job, but he was finding it hard to believe that with every horrific thing he had to professionally ignore. However, that evening it wasn’t his brother’s mind games that bothered him. It was that stood with his head bowed next to him was Fenris - the slave with lyrium markings who Hawke had dressed in a tight fitting muzzle. It was similar to a dog’s but made of black leather, hiding most of his face. Around his neck was his thick, heavy collar, made of a rich August ram leather with a golden ring for his lead. Which was at present wrapped around Hawke’s hand - a paw that was dripping with crumbs, sauce, and adipose.

Fenris was not allowed to sit at the table, none of the slaves were. They had to stand until they were dismissed, a game which was punishing for the frailer, weaker, slaves. Fenris the bodyguard however did not even falter, he even managed to not stare at the food that was being served longingly. Slaves were given their own designated food, scraps compared to the meals they cooked for their Masters’. Carver didn’t approve of how Hawke treated the slaves, but he had a soft spot in particular for Fenris. It seemed needlessly unfair to have him guard their dinner instead of letting him rest, especially since Hawke had insisted they eat in the late evening close to the end of the day.

When the whole meal was placed in front of them, Carver began to eat, eyes flickering to Hawke who was staring at him intently. He always took some food secretly to share with Anders and Fenris, but he had to make sure he wouldn’t be caught. Suddenly, Hawke clapped his hands, causing Carver to wince and look up. He was getting so large that it sounded more like wet meat hitting each other than an actual slap. When Carver looked up he saw Hawke had cut off a piece of the steak and held it up into Fenris’s direction. Carver scowled, what was his plan? Was he mocking him?

“Give this a try, little wolf,” Hawke hummed, pulling Fenris’s lead closer. Hawke opened Fenris’s muzzle and shoved the fork through. He ate it obediently, and Carver could see his thick black eyebrows furrowing in confusion behind his muzzle. “How is it? Good?”

“Yes- yes Sir,” he confirmed.

“Hm. Not poisoned my food then, little brother?” Hawke asked, causing Carver’s blood to turn to ice. He froze in place and stared at him, his face doing little to betray his true feelings. Betrayal? Disgust? Anger?

“Of course not. Eat your god damn food and stop playing games,” Carver snapped. He turned to his food, his cheeks heating to a bright red, and the bottle of white powder burning a hole in his pocket.

#envi writes #oc Malcolm Hawke II #Anders dragon age #Fenris dragon age #carver Hawke #fat fic #nsft #nsft weight gain #weight gain kink #feedee feeder #abuse tw #slavery au #dragon age

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dragonofthedepths · 2 years

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I have fallen on the Leon + Raihan + Piers train and it's giving me brainrot, so take a couple AUs

Supreme Beings AU 25.5.22 Leon is a NPC, one of many NPCs and players isekai-ed out of his game and into a wholey new world unprepared for them. Rose may not be his Creator, but he's from the same Guild, so Leon will serve him faithfully until the true Supreme Being he is bound to appears. Piers is going to kill Rose for what he's done to Leon in the time it took him to find them.

Warlords and slavery AU 23.5.22 Piers and Raihan are Warlords, Leon is a champion captured from the opposing army. Or rather, "stolen" given the nature of his position.

Day (347/100) of my #infinitedaysofwriting @the-wip-project

#Gym Leader Raihan #Gym Leader Piers #Champion Leon #Pokémon Sword and Shield #Pokémon #fix tags later #sleep now #scribblings from the deep #∞daysofwriting #slavery AU #slavery tw

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talesfromnatea · 2 years

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soooooooo. Noble naval officer Byakuya and his personal ‘attendant’ Makoto.... yeah that’s all

#naegami #byakuya togami #makoto naegi #dr1 #danganronpa #slavery #i have no excuses it's just Vibes #also makoto with a braid is such an excellent thing i can't believe i haven't thought of that before #kyoko is byakuya's 2nd in command #image description embedded in image #slavery au #art

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nerdpoe · 10 months

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Government Dog AU

The US Government has a very strong, very unknown meta that they use to threaten the Justice League when they feel the Justice League goes too far.

He is rarely brought out, he's taller than Superman, and every time the League thinks they know what he can do, they're surprised by more.

He's got white hair, green eyes, and can literally possess any leaguer and force them to do what the government said anyways.

They suspect something is off, but any attempts to reason with the meta are rebuffed with a punch.

Impulse sees him once, and while he hovers behind the General threatening Superman, Impulse zeroes in on one thing.

That meta is wearing a collar. It's well disguised, but that's a collar. He'd recognize one anywhere, being as recognizing one meant surviving in the Future.

He glances at Red Robin.

Red Robin nods subtly back.

Impulse launches forward and attaches himself to the big, scary meta's front.

The meta's hands dart out to grab him, and Impulse dodges, tricking the meta into crushing his own collar.

Everyone goes quiet.

The meta holds the crumpled collar in his hands.

"...I'm...free?"

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc #government dog au #danny them proceeds to hug impulse #make the general piss himself #though that was unintentional #and absolutely decimate the military base keeping Vlad and Ellie #mind control collars are a bitch #slavery tw #story prompt

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madmanwonder · 1 month

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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.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #fusion au #fusion au prompt #slavery au #slavery au prompt #combat slave au #combat slave au prompt #gladiator au #gladiator au prompt #slavery #master/slave #love at first sight #love at first sight meme #meme post #meme prompt

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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Hoping you can help me find this fic: it was sterek, stiles was forced into an indentured servitude kind of deal the government ran for people who got into debt. Stiles was there because the sheriff had passed away and there were bills still owed. Derek helped reveal the program was being abused to keep people in the system.

Hi anon! @midnightwinterhawk found this one.

In Your Debt by exclamation

(25/25 I 65,856 I Mature I Sterek)

The Hales need someone to take care of their catatonic uncle, but they can't afford a real medical professional. Instead, they make use of the indentured servitude program to hire a debtor at a low wage.

Derek expects to hire some deadbeat but instead he gets Stiles Stilinski, an intelligent sixteen-year-old who definitely doesn't deserve to be trapped in this system. As he gets to know Stiles, Derek is left wondering how Stiles ended up in this situation, and soon he has questions about the justification of the system as a whole.

He wants to help Stiles, but he can't pay of Stiles' debt for him and he has no power over the system that holds Stiles prisoner.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #slavery au #anon #lost fic

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christinesficrecs · 2 years

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looking for a fic! werewolves are slaves to humans, and stiles ends up with Derek. hale family are all alive. Laura and Derek and close by each other so visit sometimes, until Laura moves up to a farm where the rest of the hale family are. Derek stays with stiles.

its been a long time since I read it so that's all I can remember.

Does anyone remember reading this one?

derekjvonquackles found it. Thank you!!

To Each Their Own by SylvieW | 32.6K | Explicit

Stiles agrees to become the owner of a werewolf with some very special needs. Derek has been abused for so long he’s nearly feral. Stiles has to find a way to gain his trust before Derek’s heat, or he could be put down.

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #lost and found #slavery au #laura hale

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kneelingshadowsalome · 3 months

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prefacing this by saying I have absolutely no information on this period of history, but Rome was sacked and ultimately destroyed by Germanic tribes.

And naturally, the first thing I thought of upon learning that was Invader!König X Roman Maiden!Reader. Similar to your story, I’m thinking he decides to take the Reader as a trophy of war similar to his comrades. You and plenty of other maidens are tied up, thrown across horseback or across shoulders, and dragged off back to Germania. Depending on how dark you want it, König could wait for his little prize to want his cock, or he could have no patience at all and fuck her as soon as he gets a chance. Of course, he’s still somewhat of a gentleman, he’ll make sure she enjoys it, but like it or not his cock’s going in her.

I think this is an opportunity to lean even further into the barbarian König idea, with varying levels of darkness.

Save me dark barbarian!König... 🖤💋

CW: dark content, noncon groping, noncon cuddling, fear of SA, König's idea of hot sex is problematic to say the least, reader's level of enthusiasm/consent is ambiguous

He doesn’t care about your delicate sensibilities or noble background, he’s here to bring your Empire down and your weak men to their knees. It’s about time someone burned Rome to the ground; no amount of foreign perfume can cover the smell of shit in these streets…

But he won’t say no to gold or jewels, they might some day decorate his future wife's neck and wrists perhaps. Neither will he ride homeward without a slave to keep him warm. He hasn’t had a woman in months, the only thing closest to a cunt has been his calloused fist and he’s grown tired of that, nothing can compare with the real deal so a soft little female is exactly what he needs to keep him company when he and his warriors return North.

Your options are either freezing to death or crawling inside this giant’s cloak when he holds it open for you come nightfall, the voyage to Germania bringing with it the first snow and cold winds straight from Hades. You have no option but to go to this man for some body heat, the low rumble in his chest resembling the pleased purr of some untamed beast as he envelops you in wool and a hungry embrace.

He never speaks to you, only talks with his hands that roam all over your body as you cling to him with clattering teeth. Examining the wideness of your hips, the plumpness of your ass and tits, he serves himself a handful and some pinches as if he’s sampling fruit at the marketplace. Rubs your nipples between the pad of his thumb and pointer until you flinch from pain, mutters something pleased when he sees your skittish reaction. He won’t allow you to pull away however, not when you’re finally here, so back to his arms you go as he crushes you against his chest.

He’s amused at your attempts to both huddle closer and squirm away: why are you being so difficult when clearly, you want this too?

He saw how you looked at him back there when he was drenched in blood, that’s the reason he chose you. You’re sweeter than an apple, didn’t even scream when he swept your hair from your face to have a better look at you, you only eyed him with challenge when he inspected your lips, waistline and hips. A scared female would have avoided his eyes and begged not to be killed or worse, but you only lifted your chin and spat on his face, practically begging to get fucked…

And now you’re acting like you don’t want his cock while at the same time, you continue to stare at him like a deer in heat. If you don’t want him to fuck you then you should stop making him hard, but in truth König is only glad that he chose you out of all women. The ride back home won’t be dull with a fiery fox woman like you, he has to be careful that he doesn’t get bitten and bruised… How his men would laugh in the morning if they found out that the vixen he stole has made him hers, little teeth marks decorating his skin and betraying everyone your claim.

He would only be proud of you if you did that; women are quite adorable when they have some fire in them. But make no mistake, he won’t let you go no matter how hard you act like you hate him… Everyone here knows you want to jump on his cock; had he decided to inspect your pussy too while covered in your husband’s blood, he could’ve bet all his fortune along with his horse that you were already wet for him.

He could take you right now on this cold, hard ground, try to see how long it takes to make you wet and pliant. The only thing really keeping him from doing so are his men, no doubt wanting to see how a Roman lady takes their giant leader's cock. But he’s not going to give them the satisfaction of seeing you naked, let alone watching him fuck you, he'd have to kill them all afterwards...

So he settles for making his naughty little slave warm, and both of you a little breathless. He can find a more discreet place for you tomorrow, order a break or two to ease the heaviness of his sacks, the aching hard ons he’s had ever since he saw you. He has to be careful not to break you, and remember to kiss you on your neck, he heard that that’s the key to make women wet and willing.

You seem so fragile and frail when you fall asleep, finally surrendering to him, your body yielding and molding against his. In the morning, you whimper sweetly when he squeezes your now warm, plush body, and plants kisses on your face, your neck. You have no idea that the warriors are already mocking him for “making you wait so long”, that he has listened to stupid jokes all morning with you securely tucked inside his cloak. You bite him when he tries to come too close, all the brutes around you burst to laughter as he howls from pain.

Not feeling at all sorry for him when he rubs his neck and looks at you with drowsy curiosity, you rise and spit again on the ground as if you had just tasted something vile. He can’t stifle his smile then, your idea of foreplay is much more fun than what he had in mind…

And you aren’t flung over his horse, but actually get to ride it with him, the arm around your middle like iron as he keeps you as close to him as possible. You don’t know that he’s reluctant to take an unwilling woman, and that this preference makes him the laughing stock of the group. Neither do you know that König has already pictured you inside his hut, baking bread and scolding children like the firebrand that you are, giving him a naughty little wrestle and a fistfight every night before bed... Shuddering from want like you do now on his horse as he exposes your breasts to the approaching winter.

You are about to faint as tiny snowflakes land on your nipples, melting instantly as this man starts to fondle your tits. Slumping against his blazing form, you can do nothing but accept your fate as the horse keeps walking and the men around you shout and whistle at the sight of your breasts. The rough barks of your captor quickly end their excitement upon seeing your exposed tits, the whistles stop and the men turn their eyes quickly away from you.

The man behind you is now perfectly content, riding in the crisp morning air while pawing your breast with one hand and holding the reins with the other, his groin grinding against you with the movements of the horse, making it clear that he might soon stop this torture altogether and take you to the nearby woods for a quick fuck…

#barbarian!könig #dark content #spoils of war #historical au #tw: slavery #tw: dark themes #cw: dark content

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latinokokonoi · 2 months

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if koala was friends with the asl brothers during her childhood, i think ace and luffy would’ve absolutely loved her for how she puts sabo in his place when he does stupid shit. they’d also find her super adorable and fun

i imagine little sabo developing a crush on koala later on, then ace and luffy endlessly teasing him because of how red his face turns after she leaves the treehouse to go home to her mom. they would try to give him all the ideas and advice, but sabo thinks they’re both too stupid, so he goes to makino instead for help on how to confess to koala

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