#slavery au ask

[madmanwonder]

Prompt

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.

#rwby #jaune arc #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #rwby whiteknight #rwby knightshade #rwby grey knight #ot3 #jaune x weiss x blake #fusion au #fusion au prompt #slavery au #Slavery au ask #slave au #slave au ask #combat slave au #combat slave au ask #gladiator au #gladiator au ask #2koma #seduction #implied sex #slight lemon

[therealmofamorus]

Ask

Original Male Stud Slavery: Slave AU

What kind of experimentation does Lala plan on doing with her new slave?

"Body and mental modification as well fertility enhancement." Lala replied as she looked at the terror-filled slave who realized the woman was going to do to him.

#to love ru #to love ru smut #lala satalin deviluke #rito yuki #original male stud au #original male stud au ask #slavery au #slavery au ask #slave au #slave au ask #body modification #Chadfication

[latinokokonoi]

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

#WARNING: DO NOT ASK ACE AND LUFFY FOR ADVICE!!!! THEY’RE IDIOTS!!!! #ig this is an au of koala never being a victim of slavery #one piece #one piece headcanons #op headcanons #the asl brothers #asl brothers #fire fist ace #portgas d. ace #portgas d ace #ace #straw hat luffy #monkey d. luffy #monkey d luffy #luffy #revolutionary sabo #chief of staff sabo #flame emperor sabo #sabo #revolutionary koala #koala #saboala #sabo x koala #koala x sabo

[christinesficrecs]

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

[evilwriter37]

I thought of this idea for another fandom but then I thought it could also work for httyd. Modern society twitter discourse about history.

Most of the dragons are still hidden away but in modern society a thousand years later knows dragon existed, there are sighting and maybe on rare occasion a captured dragons. Enough evidence to prove their existence. One of this evidences is Hiccup's story turned legend from the kingdom of Berk. Toothless lived for a 1000 years and every year after Hiccup's death he would visit the Chiefdom turned Kingdom so people can't really deny his existence.

They have the most well preserved historical records that would make all the historians go gaga over it.

The purpose of this ask is that I just casually imagined an unhinged history twitter discourse about Hiccup and his life. Like what would the people's assumption gonna be?

"All my life all I've heard is that King Hiccup III is a runt so why did I just found out that he's actually 6'1. if that's a runt what am I?"

"Everyone saying how kind and nice HHH3 is but he literally inventing killing machines as a kid!!! I mean that's how he basically shot down his dragon, it's just a miracle his dragon survived the fall"

"Lmao imagine you are a kind from the dark ages and somehow this goofy engineer shows you his sword that burst into flames. No wonder everyone thought he was a sorcerer or a demon"

"I know Viggo bad because dragon hunter and maybe a human slaver but the "Dear Hiccup" I know what you are"

Oh my god, that would be INSANE. These fake tweets are amusing me so much, oml. 😂😂😂 Thank you for sharing!

#asks #httyd #httyd au #slavery mention #lol #though ngl when I first saw the words Twitter discourse I panicked #having been victim of callouts and harassment on said horrible site #but this is super funny #especially that last one

[kanerallels]

Ok. Here's an idea to help that writing tangle. Feel free not to do this if you would rather not.

Here's a line, can you give me five more? ;D

The utter stupidity of it all had her fingers twitching for the blaster at her hip, but SOMEONE had to be the level head in all of this.

This was so so sweet, thank you for sending this! And it TOTALLY WORKED because this sentence combined with an AU concept I'd been toying with and um. Let's just say there are more than five sentences lol, so here we are!

The utter stupidity of it all had her fingers twitching for the blaster at her hip, but SOMEONE had to be the level head in all of this.

Ignoring the slaver leering at her, Hera directed her attention to Kanan, who was glaring at the other man like he'd very much like to kick his teeth in. Reaching out, she caught hold of his arm, pulling his attention to her.

He met her gaze, the anger in his eyes fading just a little. Stay on track, Hera thought, willing him to remember. Don’t break our cover. Remember why we're here. It's not about how these people look at me, it's about helping someone who needs it.

She saw him give her a tiny nod before looking at the slaver. “Let's focus on our actual deal,” he said, his tone sharp. “You said you had a Lasat here?”

Turning his attention to Kanan, the slaver nodded. “We might just. Depends on what you’re willing to pay.”

“Oh, don’t you worry about payment,” Kanan said, letting his hand come to rest on the pouch hanging at his hip. It jingled just enough to draw the slaver’s attention, so he didn’t see the half-smile crossing Kanan’s face as he added, “You’ll get everything you deserve.”

Oh, boy. Hera cleared her throat pointedly. “If we could see him first?” she said.

His eyes gleaming with greed, the slaver nodded. “Aye. Anything you like.” Starting down the hallway, he added, “You can have his friend, too, if you pay a little extra.”

“His friend?” Hera exchanged a confused look with Kanan as they followed the man. The reports they’d heard hadn’t said anything about multiple survivors of the massacre on Lasan.

“Aye,” the slaver said. “Human male. Grabbed ‘em both together— they fought like fyrnocks, but numbers won out in the end. He’s a strong one, and with that red hair he’s quite the rare specimen.”

As they approached one of the nearby doors, Kanan said, “Then why are you offering him at a discounted price?”

“He’s trouble, putting it lightly,” the slaver said, keying a sequence into the pad next to the door. “Had to teach him how to behave, and as much fun as that is—” he let out an ugly laugh that made Hera’s skin crawl— “it takes too much time. But I’ll still be charging you. Here they are now.”

The door hissed open, and Hera had to choke back a gasp of horror.

The Lasat was there, chained to the wall by the arms. It was immediately clear that he’d been beaten badly— the area around one of his eyes was so swollen that he could barely open it. Blood, both dried and fresh, covered his arms and face, but his face was twisted in a defiant scowl as he regarded the trio.

Opposite him was a man the slaver had described. He looked equally battered, and while his expression was a little more calm, there was still a spark of rebellion as he studied both Kanan and Hera.

“As you can see, we needed to teach these two a lesson,” the slaver said. “Well, a couple lessons.”

He laughed, and Hera had to clench her teeth to avoid snapping a response, or shooting him in the face. You can’t save them all, she reminded herself. They only had a certain amount of credits, and if they were to save the Lasat… they might have to leave someone else behind.

“What exactly are you charging for him?” Kanan asked suddenly, and Hera shot him a sideways glance. 

One look told her something was off. He was eying the red-haired man with an impassive expression that read more as unease to her. Clearing her throat, she said, “Are you sure about this?”

“I am,” Kanan said. Turning, he met her eyes. “I think we could… have use for him. The same way as the Lasat. Or… like me.”

Wait. What? There was no way Kanan was implying… did we find another Jedi? Hera lifted a questioning eyebrow at him, and he gave her a tiny nod.Ah. Well, that changes things.

Turning to the slaver, she gave him an overly sweet smile. “Could you give my companion and I a moment alone? You can just leave us here.”

“I don’t think you should be alone with the merchandise,” the slaver said, and Hera’s stomach turned. Those are people, you complete—

The sound of Kanan pulling a small handful of credits from the pouch at his waist brought her attention back, and she watched as he casually tossed them up in the air. “Oh, I don’t think it would be a big deal. After all, there’s no way out other than the door. You can guard from out there.”

The slaver hesitated, then held out his hand. Kanan dropped the credits into his palm, and without another word the man pivoted and headed for the door. 

The minute it slid closed, Hera turned to Kanan. “Are you sure?” she said quietly.

“Positive,” Kanan said firmly.

Nodding slowly, Hera said, “Alright. Plan B?”

Kanan shook his head. “No way he buys that after the way I acted earlier.”

Rolling her eyes, Hera said, “I told you not to—”

“I know, you’re right. As usual,” Kanan said with a grimace. “I couldn’t stop myself, the guy’s a boot-licking karker, to put it likely.”

“Agreed.”

“So plan C?” Kanan offered.

“Hmm.” Hera tapped her chin thoughtfully. “We could. Or…”

Kanan sighed. “You’re about to say you want to do plan D, aren’t you?”

“You know me well, dear.”

“Hey.” For the first time, the Lasat spoke, his voice creaking from disuse. “What the KARK are you two talking about?”

As Hera exchanged a look with Kanan, the red-haired man spoke up. “They’re going to help us, Zeb.” He looked at Kanan, lifting his head in a challenging way. “Aren’t you?”

“We are,” Hera said. “But we’re going to need your help to pull it off. How do you feel about freeing every slave in this place, and taking out a few slavers along the way?”

The Lasat grinned, a vicious curl of his mouth. “Now you’re speaking my language. Where do we start?”

#thanks for the ask!! #my writer's block has shifted immensely! #now i can only work on inklings and maaaaaaaaybe my book related stuff #but honestly i am so okay with that #i can fix it with a swr easily enough #for now i shall work on as much of inklings as i can! #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus #garazeb orrelios #cal kestis #(it definitely is not clear what the au idea is. so i shall elaborate. #cal and zeb meet and team up between jfo and survivor #because his master was a lasat! and they both have gone through horrific amounts of suffering! #oooh speaking of suffering i need to tag this) #tw slavery #tw injury #tw blood #swr #jfo #jedi survivor #writing stories is a kind of magic too

[distinctlywhumpthing]

How old is Leo, and how old does Leo think Aiden is? - whumpinthepot

Previous ask about Aiden's age — Masterlist

CW: BBU-adjacent, institutionalized slavery, dehumanization. Explicit language. Whump of a minor mentioned.

Leo took a steadying breath. “Delia?”

“Yeah?” She didn’t even look up from suturing, so focused she’d thankfully missed the half-dozen times he’d opened his mouth and closed again, not quite ready to pull this thread.

“I—uh…”

That did it. Her hands stopped moving and she glanced up, eyes tracing his face. 

“Actually, maybe I don’t even want to know…”

“Leo, out with it.”

“Look, it’s just—Please, tell me he’s older than he looks.” He resisted the urge to glance at Aiden, convinced he’d find those dark eyes watching him, maybe even looking betrayed by this line of questioning. 

Delia did look because of course Aiden was still peacefully sedated. A state that was necessary but felt like another break of Aiden’s trust. “Well, he’s not exactly your peer…”

“Fuck, Deels. He looks about half my age though, not a day over sixteen. Tell me I’m wrong?”  

Delia sighed. “I trust you didn’t get far asking yourself?” 

He shook his head. 

“They’re trained not to answer truthfully, even if they enter the system at a legal age. So, even if he had wanted to tell you…”

His stomach felt heavy. 

“Look, if we get an MRI later, we can make a fairly educated guess. Short of that, we can see what molars he has but that’s only reliable if he hasn’t had orthodontic work to remove any and still has a margin for error of a couple of years if they came in early or late…”

Leo kneaded his brow with his fingertips. 

“What will it mean to know how old he is? Would it change anything?”

He sighed, dragging his hand down his face. The events of the day and night were really starting to hit him. “I don’t know…I guess I had hoped he wasn’t subjected to all of…that when he was so young. He just looks so young, Delia, like he never got a chance at anything.” 

“Would it be any less sad if he was your age or mine? If they had waited until he was eighteen like they’re supposed to? Because in that case, chances are he was in for a decade at least.” 

He swallowed. “See, now? This is why I thought maybe I was better off not knowing. It’s lose-lose either way.”

“That’s the system, Leo.” She picked up her instruments and resumed mending what could be fixed while Leo let himself be swallowed by thoughts of the damage he couldn’t even begin to touch.

— Masterlist —

@octopus-reactivated @maracujatangerine @nicolepascaline @mazeish @whumpy-writings @cracked-porcelain-princess @meetmeinhellcroutons @briars7  @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @jo-doe-seeking-inspo @neuro-whump @painsandconfusion @wolfeyedwitch@skyhawkwolf @haro-whumps @onlybadendings @peachy-panic @fillthedarkvoid @rabass @crystalquartzwhump @dont-touch-my-soup @mylifeisonthebookshelf @hold-him-down @guachipongo @creetchure @leyswhumpdump @aseasonwithclarasblog @catawhumpus @magziemakeswhatever @the-magpiesystem @pigeonwhumps

#bbu #box boy rescue #box boy whump #bbu whump #whump #pet whumpee #pet whump #clueless caretaker #reluctant caretaker #thank you for the ask! #stitches tw #unconscious tw #institutionalized slavery tw #bbu-adjacent #it really is much more bbu-adjacent/dystopia at this point #i've been meaning to hammer out the details in a reference post #one of these days #right after i start a new Together spinoff #and write an Unintentional medieval AU

[luizastarry]

sorry Return, bad rng 😔

#animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft #ava #avm #ava orange #ava second coming #ava return #return au #slavery #ask to tag #I AHVE NO IDEA WHAT TO WRITE HERE #abuse #?

[azure-seadragon]

Thinking of writing out au’s for solana tbh//

One where she never was forced to leave the steppe, and another where she spent far longer under the control of the slaver pirates who took her as a child

The steppe-solana would probably be quite similar to canon in behavior, but less of a thief and pirate. Just a confident rowdy little tribe lizard

Captive-solana is a lot different however. This is a hallow, angry, murderous shell of a person who has only recently started learning how to be an actual person and make her own choices. This au is a lot darker and sadder

#ask to tag #oocobalt #solana valerian #au #captive au #steppe au #tw slavery

[moboxcritique]

Can I have one artist from my childhood not be a sick f*ck

FOR 5 MINUTES

I swear I shouldve known better when I couldn’t find some of their older vids. Why. I always thought the shipping was a joke too (in the fnaf fandom). Just a “haha wouldn’t this be stupid” and everyone’s like “haha yea it’s pretty dumb”. But no. Even after people realized those were children souls in the animatronics. Even the adult ships. Why was it so Fucking hard for these people to not have it be harassment. Time to play my favorite game: separate the art from the artist(s) 🫠

I can understand where you're coming from, but sadly, I don't think we can seperate the art from the artist in this case. Because a lot of his problematic material in the Affinity AU, bleeds into his other work as well.

An example, take a look at Vanilliam in Affinity. This ship, albeit predatory, is portrayed as cute and sweet often times in the Affinity AU, even having a large age gap.

What other ship is portrayed as cute and sweet, is predatory, and has a large age gap? Cassian x Cassidy in Open Mind and in general.

Another huge example is Polidimensional. There's a lot, and I mean A LOT of abuse in that work that isn't needed to be shown at all. Especially with Cassian and Skazer.

While these drawings are not in the official comic, these are still drawings of Polidimensional, and sometimes, they are taken as canon to the story. Under the cut, I'll show these drawings, but I must warn you, there's blood and gore in all of them. All of these were posted publicly on Mobox's main accounts:

TW: Blood and gore warning going forward, child m*rder:

This one is taken as canon, because Skazer actually does want the mind of Cassian, that's his motive, but does all this gore have to be shown like this?

This one is also taken as canon, as said on Mob's Facebook as well as in the plot page for the comic (wish he'd do that for his future comics like he did with a Breath Of Hope as well), Skazer wants the baby Cassian in Polidimensional, Arthur, to be used for his own benefit, as Arthur is apparently one of the most powerful Cassians (...Keep in mind, Arthur is 6 years old...Mobox drew a 6 year old with his intestines out...Yeah)

This one is recent, like September 17th, 2022 recent. This one in particular intrests me, not because of the blood, but because Mobox was trying to replicate the style of another artist known as Rollerdog. An artist who was more prominent in the Superjail fandom, known for their stylistic drawings of Future Warden. These are some of their works:

There's a lot of gore prominent in Rollerdog's works as well, but these are some of the drawings they have without it.

The difference here though, is that these are for a work called Superjail, which is already an adult show that's filled with gore in the source material, and is tailored to adults and people who can handle said source material. People know that what the Warden and the other people on the show do are bad, and it isn't justified. They don't get praised for what they do.

Polidimensional, on the other hand, is a work that minors are shown too, given the fact that Mobox's audience is made up of minors. In all of the comments of these drawings of Polidimensional, there have been jokes made about Skazer and Cassian, as well as praise for these bloody drawings, all coming from Mobox's minor filled fanbase.

TL;DR: A lot of Mobox's problematic content from the Affinity AU, bleeds into his other works such as Open Mind and Polidimensional

#mod cagney #archive #ask #anon #anonymous #mobox87 #fnaf affinity au #anon ask #open mind #polidimensional lore #text post #tw age gap #tw blood #tw bodily harm #tw gore mention #tw slavery #tw gore

[louisironson]

diversity win! this fanfiction writer decided to do a slave au where the black character is the slaveowner

#the description says ‘the slave au no one asked for’ and you’re right. no one wanted this #why do people write slavery aus. where do you get off

[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.

#rwby #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #rwby arkos #arkos #master/slave #power dynamics #slavery au #slavery au ask #combat slave au #combat slave au ask #gladiator slave au #gladiator slave au ask #fusion au #fusion ask

[ivyppoison]

THEY LIKE THE WAY I GRIND

pairings. cowboy!leon kennedy ⠀𝒙⠀ farmer’s granddaughter!fem!reader [ au ]

𐙚 warnings : slightly ooc leon ( bc he’s a southern boy in this fic obviously ), oblivious reader, suggestive content, derogatory language

words. 1.311k

note. am i finally satisfied i managed to write this fic ?! yes, yes i am. this came to me in a dream so i decided to write a fic about it because why not. i have an obsession for southern boys and their silly goofy accents even tho their ancestors fought for slavery & i wouldn’t be here today :3 ── yours sincerely, maxine

The family barn was some sort of fever dream for you. You’d only visited once or twice, and every time you left, you promised yourself you wouldn’t come back to the outskirts of your grandparents' home town. However, one thing, one sole person kept you coming back. 

A childhood friend, and possibly even a sweetheart who had you wrapped around his fingers ( those said fingers you wished were somewhere else ), your first kiss, your first time, the muse of your daydreams.

With his star studded boot, and dusted cowboy hat. Calloused hands and a whiskey-laced tongue.

Leon motherfucking Kennedy.

The soft, grassy and dewy smell of the countryside suffocated you as you stepped out of the farmhouse, making your way over to the barn where you could see Leon working.

You let your mind wander, your eyes flickering over his body, his bare arms flexing as he carried out his work, his blond strands falling into his face before he flicked it backwards.

Walking further towards him, you leaned against the fence with your legs crossed at the ankles, your nimble fingers playing with the rings that adorned your fingers as you waited for him to notice your presence.

A few moments passed before his blue eyes locked with yours, his gaze flickering up and down your body, lingering on the bare skin of your legs before meeting your stare once more.

“What are you doing out here all by yourself, pretty girl?” He asked, his Southern accent drawn out long, dropping the hay bale before dusting his hands and walking towards you.

“I came to see you of course,” you answered, your stomach softly fluttering at the close proximity of his body to yours. You could tell he was distracted by the clothes you decided to put on today: a pair of denim shorts and a flimsy blouse ( with a few buttons undone ). 

“After thinking you abandoned me for that big city of yours, you finally came back, didn’t you darlin’?” He asked, his eyes staring you down as the corners of his lips twitched up into a smirk. “Did you come back to see your grandparents, or did you come back to see me?”

You held your bottom lip between your teeth as you searched your brain for an answer.

“I came back to surprise them, Leon,” you lied, letting out a small sigh escape your lips, as you watched him search you for the truth.

“So, you didn’t come back to see me?” He feigned disappointment, placing his hand on his chest as he placed his hand on the fence beside your head.

“Of course I did,” you whispered, your voice faltering slightly as you started dumbly at him. 

The proximity of his body brought your mind into a trance rather than out as he closed the small distance between the two of you.

Leon’s eyes trailed down from yours to your lips as he leaned in slowly causing you to close your eyes. Before your lips met, however, he quickly pulled away, patting you lightly on the cheek as he watched you. 

“A lot has changed since you last came,” he continued as if nothing had happened, his hands resting on his hips as he looked to the side. “I have something to show you.”

Your eyes lit up at this as your fingers played with the hem of your shorts, following him as he led you across the barn to where the horses were kept.

Leon let out a whistle, searching for a particular horse before reaching for your hand. He placed your hand on the animal, smiling as you did so.

“Guess her name,” he said, watching you with an intensive smile.

You raised your eyebrows as you thought of an answer, shaking your head once you gave up.

“Named this beauty after you,” he explained, his gaze flickering over the horse as he stroked its forehead.

Your expression turned into one of a smile as you felt extremely flattered. 

“You named a horse after me?” You laughed, copying his actions.

“Gives me a reason to say your name,” he replied, “but now you’re back, I have more of a reason to say it, don’t I, pretty girl?” 

“Maybe we’ll get you on her, and you can go for a ride,” he suggested, crossing his arms as he looked over at you. 

“I don’t know how to ride horses, Leon,” you replied, drawing small patterns on its skin as you looked over at him.

“Why? I thought you were a natural after last time,” he replied, winking at you as you let out a sigh. “Maybe, later today, I could teach you how to ride. And I’m not talking about this darlin’ right here,” he added, whispering the last bit in your ear as he placed his thumbs in the belt holes of his jeans. “You could practise on something else.”

His eyes locked on something behind you as he started walking away.  

“I’ll see you later, sweetheart. Remember my offer,” he said, facing you before turning around and leaving.

You seriously needed a drink.

For the rest of the evening, you spent it in the comfort of your bed, sipping on a beer you took from the fridge as your mind recalled every moment that happened with him.

A foreign sound brought your attention to your window, pebbles knocking at the glass, as you decided to open it and peer down.

There he was, the devil himself, still clad in his clothes from earlier, a small smile lacing his lips as he noticed your head poking through the window.

He managed to make his way up to your room, crawling through the gap in the window before making sure his hat was secured to his head.

“You came,” you hummed, a grin adorning your face as you watched him.

“I’m not going to be the only one ‘coming’ tonight,” he replied, a smug expression as he closed the gap between you.

Your heart pounded in your chest, knocking at the enclosure of your ribs, his hands holding you at your waist as he finally pressed his lips to yours.

Almost unconsciously, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down as you deepened the kiss, a small gasp escaping your mouth as he bit lightly on your bottom lip. 

Your hand trailed down to the hem of his jeans, your finger looped in his belt hole as you pulled him closer.

“Getting confident, ain’t we, sweetheart?” He asked, staring down at you before taking off his hat and placing it on your head. “You look so pretty. I bet you’d look gorgeous riding my dick like the little cowgirl you are,” he whispered, causing a rupture in your stomach as it fluttered, your cunt getting wetter as he went on, addicted to the sound of his voice. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as he kneaded the skin of your hip with his thumb, caressing small circles with his thumb, his lips nipping at the crook of your neck causing you to let out a small whimper.

“Be quiet for me, darlin’. Don’t want your grandparents waking up to the sound of their precious granddaughter getting railed by their farm boy,” he added with a small chuckle, looking up to see you practically crumbling under his touch.

“Come here,” he smiled, leading you towards the bed as he laid down on his back, resting his weight on his elbow as he looked over at you whilst his free hand toyed with his belt, unbuckling it before tugging it off. 

Watching him like this sent a shiver down your spine, the feeling accumulating in your stomach as you pressed your thighs together. Your fingers began to unbutton your blouse, earning a low whistle from Leon.

“Atta girl, you know exactly what to do.”

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[christinesficrecs]

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

[adveanture]

    *    @melnchly​​    —    I  DON’T  WANT  ANYONE  ELSE  BUT  YOU    (   cassia  &  milo   ) 

THEIR   RUSE   WORKS   WELL   ENOUGH   SO   FAR.         word   of   the   disaster   in   pompeii   travels   quickly   enough,   but   only   in   so   far   that   cassia’s   aunt   and   uncle   in   the   country   know   and   do   not   question   her   arrival   in   such   a   state,   an   injured   slave   and   horse   alone   in   tow.      it   buys   them   time      —      buys   milo   time      —      but   he   does   not   mean   to   assume   cassia’s   wishes   for   her   future.      she   could   be   free   here.      she   could   build   a   life   here,   in   her   aunt   and   uncle’s   home,   under   their   care   and   protection.      but   milo   cannot   stay;      they   both   know   he   cannot   stay.   

in   the   stables,   in   the   dark   of   night,   familiarity   rings.      he   does   not   look   at   her   as   he   saddles   and   bridles   one   of   her   uncle’s   horses.      he   pauses   only   when   she   speaks,   a   catch   of   desperate   stubbornness   in   her   voice.

“      you   don’t   know   what   it   is   you’re   asking,      ”            he   replies,   heaviness   on   his   shoulders   and   in   his   voice.      he   does   not   want   to   leave   her   .   .   .      but   he   does   not   want   to   kill   her   either.            “      where   i   go      —      wherever   that   is,   whatever   is   left      —      you   do   not   want   to   follow,   i   promise   you   that.      ”

#★ ∗ ∘ ∙ 041. milo ( asks ) #melnchly #q. #thanks for sending this in ! #god our au / canon for them kills me #i love it #slavery tw

[angstyhikka]

I asked @lasymit to answer as a autor of future fanfic for this au, also a big thanks to @kenku97 for beta reading the text!^^)

Caleb is a self-confident narcissistic man. He is a very open person at first sight. The life of the party, he charms people very easily. He is loud and cheerful; he likes to fight and have sex with beautiful women; and he is not too fond of working for the benefit of the Empire. He often says “I’m going to take some pretty witch out now, byeee” and leaves Philip to finish his paperwork, so the burden of the emperorship, in fact, lies on both of them, and to a greater extent on Philip. But Caleb loves to work with his hands and does it well. He can talk for hours about the quality of wood species and methods of hardening metal. He does not understand much about technology nor natural sciences, but loves to listen when Philip talks about his research. He is hot-tempered, but easygoing. He does not like to talk directly about his thoughts nor problems in their family.

And yes, he is very possessive, even more possessive than Belos in canon. Canon Belos was cold, but Caleb is stifling and aggressively possessive. “You are my brother, my family. You are mine, mine, mine, and no one else’s. And you have no right to go away and leave me.” (Caleb is still ashamed that he left Gravesfield and abandoned Philip, and he projects.)

And yes, he can be called manipulative, but all his manipulations are direct, like an axe blow. He just directly says what he needs, without any tricks and without any room for Philip’s opinion. He constantly demands, “Listen to me. Look at me. Stay near me. Behave.”And it may seem that he does not hear Philip at all when he says, “I don’t want to listen. I don’t want to look. I want to be away from you.” In fact, Caleb hears but deliberately ignores him. The new emperor considers himself morally just and believes he has the right to do all this. He thinks he is choosing the lesser evil by doing what he does. He believes he is doing the best anyone could. He also tries to do the best for Philip. He didn't always ignore his brother's opinion so relentlessly. But after Caleb successfully stripped Philip of his Belos title, his cult, and all his conquered islands, the power of his new position has erased many boundaries for him. Caleb himself is not an asshole —well, maybe a little. But in his attempts to forcibly re-educate his brother, to make him a better person, Caleb gradually began to lose respect for his borders until Philip was completely broken. If at the beginning of the journey it was, albeit serious, a solvable family drama, now... now it’s more like slavery.

#toh #toh axe au #emperor caleb #caleb wittebane #phillip wittebane #emperor belos #belos