#master/slave

[heartlyrins]

GAMBLE FOR YOUR LIFE !

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

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

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

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

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

You could even trade a life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The mere feeling of it disgusts you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The night still has a long way to go.

#tw.noncon #tw.dubcon #tw.dark content #master/slave #master/pet #hsr aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #aventurine smut #aventurine x you #aventurine noncon #star rail aventurine #yandere #yandere aventurine #yandere oc x reader #aventurine x y/n #smut #please send me requests I'm lonely #pretty bad for my first fic #not really dark content #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail #yandere hsr #yandere honkai star rail #tw noncon #tw dubcon

[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. 

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #kinktober day 8 #hyunjin smut #minho smut #hyunho #skz smut #skz fic #skz fanfiction #stray kids fanfiction #fanfiction #smut #master/slave #sub!hyunjin #dom!minho

[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.

#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

[teresawymore]

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

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

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

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

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

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

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #michael sheen #crowley x aziraphale #david tennant #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #aziracrow #ao3 writer #ao3 link #fanfic #fanart #good omens fanart #alternate universe #demon!aziraphale #angel!crowley #master/slave #historical #ancient rome #late roman empire #neil gaiman

[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*

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Taglist: @unholy-gigi

(Let me know if you would like to be tagged :D)

#renfield my beloved #r m renfield #my writings #renfield #renfield 2023 #renfield movie #renfield fic #renfield fanfiction #rm renfield #renfield x reader #robert montague renfield #renfield x reader smut #praise k!nk #hand feeding #dom/sub #master/slave #blood k!nk #blood kink #writing exercise

[therealmofamorus]

Feel the Corruption. (RWBY/Star Wars)

Type: Poll Winner Smut

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

Fandom: RWBY, Star Wars

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

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

X-xx-X

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHKYYAAAAAAEEEEEKKKKKKK~!!!!"

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

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

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

#my post #poll winner #my lemon #rwby #rwby smut #star wars #star wars smut #ahsoka tano #star wars ahsoka #raven branwen #jaune arc #alpha male stud au #breeding stud au #star wars au #sith au #dom/sub #master/slave #mind break #corruption #bad guys win

[his-word-my-law]

Six years ago I met my Master.

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

He was naturally dominant, I was naturally submissive.

That's where it started.

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

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

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

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

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

We live everyday our own way.

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

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

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

But this is our life together.

And it's a good life ❤️.

#his-word-my-law #real m/s #m/s relationship #m/s couple #m/s dynamic #master/slave #m/s lifestyle

[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

[teresawymore]

Good Omens - Late Rome Series on AO3

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

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

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

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #michael sheen #crowley x aziraphale #david tennant #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #aziracrow #fanfic #ao3 writer #alternate universe #ancient history #ancient rome #historical #dark aesthetic #master/slave #fanfiction #good omens fanart #fanart #illustration #illustrator #painting #digital painting

[petitelepus]

The Demon Gift: Choosing Hantengu

Demon!Slave!Hantengu X Fem!Reader

Summary: It's your birthday and your adoptive father who is filthy rich and corrupted, takes you out to get you a brand new present, a Demon slave and you get to pick one! Only you pick the worst there is, Hantengu, and suffer for it.

Warnings: Abuse, Violence, Domestication, Implied Domestic Abuse, Hantengu Is Abused, Reader's Father Is A-Grade Asshole, But Things Get Better

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

EXTRA: Originally this was a Demon Pet!AU, but I wanted to travel to the depths of Demon Slave!AU and I think I can do more with slaves than pets. Please, sorry, and thank you for understanding!

You were on your family's limousine, on your way to God knew where. One moment you were in your room and the next moment the servant had come to fetch you, telling you that your father wanted to see you. Why, you had no clue.

The dark windows didn't offer you much to see, so you had no idea where you were at. You glanced at the man sitting across from you, scrolling through his phone and not even sparing a glance at you.

"Dad-!" You were saying but the man shot you a quick glare, "What was that?"

"I mean father." You quickly corrected yourself. "Where are we heading?"

"You're an adult woman already, Starfish."

God, you hated that nickname. You used to love it as a kid, but as you grew and learned what responsibilities, and burdens came with the nickname you started to hate it.

"So you deserve some responsibility." This man who had married your mom and taken you as his own when you were just a toddler, said and you tried your hardest not to frown, visibly at least. He always had something in his mind, and most of the time it was not your well-being.

"Father, I-!"

"Hush, we are here now!"

The limousine came to a halt and the servants rushed to open and hold the doors for you and your father.

"Happy birthday, Starfish!" Your father smiled and you followed him out of the car and looked at the huge warehouse before you. You blinked, confused and completely unaware of your surroundings or place. This place was secure and far out from any civilization, just what was here that he wanted you to see?

"Father, this is…?" You left the sentence unfinished, giving your father a chance to fill you in.

"It's a Demon Market!" The man smiled as he stepped forward and one of the servants closed the car's door behind him and you. You looked at the place and frowned, "Is this place even legal?"

"Why, does it matter?" Your father asked and you wanted to frown and object, tell him how cruel and horrible these places were, but you saw the look in the older man's eyes and you knew to keep your mouth shut.

"I guess, not…" You murmured and your father nodded as the two of you walked up to the warehouse's door and knocked in a quick rhythm. The doors slid open and the smell of blood and rotten meat struck you like lightning. You coughed a little, trying to hide the gagging as you followed your father inside the dark building.

You looked around in horror, seeing Demons in cages on top of cages, running from one side of the warehouse to another, stacked on top of one another. Despite the smell and the darkness, it looked like the Demons were in fairly good shape but you could never tell unless you got closer to inspect them.

"Mister Sliver!" A man, a human walked up to you and you were momentarily taken aback by how huge the man was. He was tall and pure muscle, but maybe it was needed when handling Demons.

"Barney, I'm happy to see you!" Your father laughed as they hugged and you almost gawked. You had never seen your father hug anyone, even your mother before, so this man Barney must have been important.

"And is this beautiful woman your wife?" The muscly man asked and you almost gagged again. Your father laughed, "No, no, this is my beloved daughter!"

"My bad!" Barney laughed, "Nice to meet you, young Lady."

"Good afternoon." You nodded back but you didn't return the smile. Not that it seemed to make any difference.

"So Slick-!" Barney started and you assumed Slick was your father's nickname, "You said you are looking for a Demon for a special someone?"

"Yes, that would be my daughter!" Your father laughed and you almost felt your heart drop down your stomach.

"Da- Father!" You gasped, "A Demon? For me?"

"Why not? Your siblings also got their Demons from here!"

Same siblings who made your life living Hell and once they matured they turned their abuse to those poor Demons they had chosen? No, you weren't like that and you didn't want to turn into something like that!

"Father, as nice as the thought is, I doubt I want-!"

"Nonsense! Pick any Demon you want and I will buy it for you!" He said, "What you do with it is up to you!"

"I…" You swallowed, "I'm not sure I'm cut out for it…"

"Picking your first slave can be challenging, but you are my daughter!" He laughed as he patted you on the shoulder with a little too much force, "I'll be waiting outside. Oh, I can hardly wait to see what you pick up! I expect nothing but perfection from you!"

Yeah, nice, lay on the pressure.

"Take care of her Barney and send me the bill! Remember, nothing but the best!"

You weren't sure if your father meant the rest of his sentence to you or this master, and you honestly didn't care. You watched him leave the warehouse and you felt sick as you looked around almost as helplessly as a baby chick.

"So?" Barney grinned and you noticed he was missing one of his front teeth, "What kind of Demon are you looking for?"

"I… I don't know yet." You replied honestly and he nodded, "Nice. Just look around and whistle if you find something that catches your eye!"

"Sure…" You nodded as you stepped away from the muscle man and started to go through the cages filled with Demons. They were all very different and no one was similar to one before them. Despite their awful living spaces, they were all pretty well taken care of.

How should you be able to choose one and what would you do with them? Maybe make them help around the house? That would require either muscles or grace so maybe a strong Demon or a woman perhaps?

"Yaaah!" A sudden blood-freezing screech almost made you jump out of your skin and you turned before heading towards the source of the scream.

It was just around the corner, in a more lit area of the factory which confused you since Demons preferred darker surroundings. What you saw shocked you to the core.

A muscular man, thinner than Barney but pretty damn muscly also, was roughhousing a Demon dressed in nothing but rags, showing off his boney body. He was such an ugly feeble and old-looking Demon, but the most notable thing in him was the large bump on the top of his head, just above his horns.

"Please…! Please stop! It hurts…!" The Demon cried, big fat tears running down from his red eyes as he covered in fear.

"Shut the fuck up you worthless piece of shit!" The man, another master shouted as he reeled his hand back and smacked the Demon on the cheek so hard that the force of the slap almost sent him flying. The Demon landed on the floor with a loud thud and let out an even louder cry of pain, moving quickly to huddle into a corner and curl into a defensive ball.

"Get back here you ugly son of a whore!" The man shouted as he started to undo his belt and you froze as memories flashed through your mind. The belt, the swoosh, the burning pain when it made contact.

Suddenly it was harder to breathe in the stuffy blood-smelling warehouse. Time felt like it froze around you and everything stilled. You would have been trapped in the trance if it wasn't for the sound of the belt moving through the air and hitting the Demon, making him cry out in pain.

"Little shits like you don't deserve to-!"

"S- stop that!" You don't know where the courage to go between the man and Demon came from, but you stood there, arms wide and protecting the Demon, "Stop that at once!"

"Who the fuck are you!?" The man shouted and raised the belt over his hand, about to hit you also, but you stood your ground and-

"Charlie lay off!"

You and the man turned to look and saw a very mad-looking Barney walking at the three of you, "That's Slick's daughter!"

"Shit." This master, Charlie cursed as he looped the belt back around his pants just as Barney made it to you guys, "Everything okay?"

"What the Hell?" You hissed like a furious cat and Barney looked at you, "Charlie didn't hit you, did he?"

"No, but he was hitting this Demon!" You pointed at the poor Demon shivering and crying behind you.

"That one?" Barney laughed, "That's Punchy!"

"Punchy?" You repeated, highly doubting that it was this Demon's name and if it was, it was either a horrible name or had a darker meaning.

"Yeah, he is our little friend, aren't you Punchy?" Charlie laughed as he stepped past you and nudged the Demon with the heel of his shoe, making the poor thing whimper in fear.

The master laughed, "Don't worry girlie, Demons can take a lot of beating! As long as you feed them, they heal. As far as I'm aware, Punchy has always been an ugly piece of shit. Haven't you?"

"P- Please…!" The Demon cried as he furiously rubbed his tear-filled eyes, "Don't hurt me…!"

"Go look for a slave you like. Charlie will take Punchy to another room and you can focus on some prime Demons!" Barney said and his friend Charlie grabbed the Demon's upper arm and was about to yank the poor man up… But before Charlie could do so, you snapped your hand around his wrist and squeezed as hard as you physically could.

"What the-!" He looked at you and you glared at him, "I'm buying him."

"What?" Both Charlie and Barney were shocked and honestly, so were you. Did you really want this old Demon as your first one, no, as your only one when there were much younger, prettier, and stronger Demons?

…But something in this one pulled your heartstrings. You wanted to save him and that's what you were going to do.

"That?" The masters could barely believe what they were hearing so they replied with laughter and mockery. You frowned as you listened to them badmouth poor the Demon while he was right there. Had they no shame?

"You have a good humor kid!" Barney laughed as he reached for you, no doubt going to escort you away to look at some other Demons, "Let's just go there and-!"

You were damned if you would let this barbarian touch you! You slapped his hand away and he looked stunned as you frowned and stood by the poor Demon's side, "I'm picking him. No buts or ifs, I want to buy him."

Barney and Charlie shared looks before they both burst out laughing.

"Chick is crazy!" They laughed as they walked away and you growled but stopped when you heard the Demon behind you whimper in fear. He was so pathetic when you looked at him, trying to press so hard against the wall as if he wished it would swallow him. You tried to show sympathy to the frail being so you kneeled down to his level to make yourself less scary.

"Can you stand up?" You asked, voice hushed and gentle as you offered your hand to him. The Demon shivered and sobbed as he looked at you and your hand like he was expecting this to be a mockery and for you to smack or do something much worse to him.

But you were patient with him and finally, he nodded and shakily raised his bony hand and placed it on your awaiting palm. You smiled a little as you helped him up to his feet, but as soon as you got him standing you noticed that he didn't straighten his back.

No, he was crouching as he got behind you and grabbed your upper arm with both hands, making you winch a little. Despite looking frail, he was rather strong.

"Easy, not so hard please?" You whispered and the Demon shivered as he looked at you, and slowly he nodded and loosened his grip a little so it wasn't painful anymore.

Walking outside with him was a little more challenging with him clinging on to you, but you made it. Sun was setting so there wasn't so much light that would burn him, but what sunlight there was must have stung him as he sobbed and clung to you tighter.

Your father was leaning against the limousine, smoking a cigarette, but when he saw you step outside the factory he flicked the cancer stick aside and smiled… But that smile died when he saw the Demon clinging to you.

"Barney, what the fuck!?" Your father snapped as he looked at his friend, "What the fuck are you playing at!? What is this ugly piece of shit!?"

"Relax Slick, your daughter picked him!" Barney laughed as he pointed at you with his thumb. You realized that you might have made a huge mistake choosing this Demon, as you hadn't even stopped to think how your father would react.

"Take it back and choose something else!" Your father shouted, his loud voice scaring the Demon behind you. You frowned as you stood your ground, "I want this one."

"Take it back or else-!" He left the thread hanging, and despite fearing him, you stuck to your decision, "You told me to pick a slave I wanted and I want this one."

"Your girl sure is funny Slick!" Barney laughed, not helping at all and he just made your father angrier. Seeing that there was no way for him to win this argument, he scowled as he turned around and the servants opened the car door for him.

"Get in the car." He snapped and you swallowed nervously as you followed him, your Demon clinging close to you. As the servants got in with you guys, the limousine took off.

The Demon was on his knees, hugging your legs like he was too scared to let go of you and what would happen if he did so. You couldn't help but notice that his nails were long and chipped, not being taken care of at all. You glanced at the servants and even they were looking at Demon of your choice with disgust.

Your father was on his phone again, but he was frowning and that alone was a scary sight. Suddenly you weren't feeling as brave as you felt back at the warehouse. The whole drive back to the civilization was quiet save for the Demon's sobbing but finally, your father broke the silence.

"You made a fool of me today." He stated and you swallowed nervously, "Father-!"

"I have never been this humiliated!" He shouted suddenly and pointed at your Demon who let out a small shriek of fear as he hugged your legs tighter, "You got the weakest, ugliest thing there was!"

"I'm sorry-!" You were trying to apologize but the limousine came to a halt. A servant stepped out and opened the door for you, but you looked out and saw that you weren't back home but by some hotel. You blinked in confusion and turned to look at your father who didn't even spare a glance at you.

"As far as I'm aware, I have one daughter less." The man grunted and your eyes widened in shock. Was he really going to disown you for this? How petty could a man be?

"Father, I-!"

"Here," He snapped his fingers and a servant offered you a briefcase.

"What is this?" You blinked in confusion as you accepted the heavy case and your father grumbled, "Take that as your inheritance."

"My what?"

"I'm buying you out of the family. You get all that money and you stay away from me, your mother, and your siblings."

"Y- You can't just-!" You tried to protest but he shot you a glare that made you quiet down immediately.

"I can, and I will!"

"What about my stuff at home?"

"I'll have a servant bring them to you when you find your own place." Your father glared at you, "Now get the fuck out of my car you no good brat, and take that ugly thing with you!"

You bit your lip, trying to hold in your tears as you got up and out of the car, your new Demon slave following close behind you. As soon as you were out, the limousine door was slammed shut and the car left quicker than you could blink.

You sighed as you looked at the hotel and then at your Demon who was shivering and sobbing. At least he didn't appear to be in any pain thanks to the sun setting down and nighttime coming while you were in the car.

"Let's get a room for the night, okay?" You said and the Demon whimpered as he nodded shakily and followed you inside the hotel. You got yourselves a room meant especially for customers with slaves with them. The briefcase you had gotten from your father was full of money, like, lots of money. He appeared to be pretty generous when he wanted stuff or people gone from his life.

"Okay, this will be our place for a while until I find us a proper place to live in." You said as you opened the door to the hotel room and you let your feeble Demon step inside, who immediately went to cover in the corner of the room.

Seeing that he was pretty shy, you decided to give him a moment alone. After you locked the door, you set the briefcase down by the bed and collapsed on the soft mattress. What a heck of a day you had.

"I- I'm sorry…!" You heard the Demon suddenly whimper, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry…!"

You blinked as you pushed yourself upright and looked to see the poor thing crying and apologizing like it was his mantra. Frowning, you got up and walked to the Demon, but he flinched as soon as he noticed you and froze like he was expecting you to lash out at him.

"Hey hey, it's okay…" You said quietly as you kneeled by the Demon's side and gently rubbed his upper back in a comforting manner.

"What's your name? Do you have one or are you really Punchy?"

"…H- Hantengu…" He replied quietly and you smiled a little, feeling like you were making progress with him.

"Hantengu, none of this was your fault." You were lying, but honestly, maybe this was a blessing in disguise, being kicked out of your own horrible family and getting money from it also. It wouldn't be easy, but you could start again now with a fresh start.

"First thing first, are you hungry Hantengu?" You asked and the poor thing was absolutely shivering as he nodded shakily and you nodded also, "Okay, I'm gonna order you some meat to eat. You like meat, don't you?"

It was a pointless question as Demons were almost completely carnivores, but you wanted to be polite. He nodded and you smiled as you got up to order him something to eat from the hotel's kitchen.

Once the morning would come, you would head out to find you and Hantengu an apartment where you could live and some proper clothes for him instead of the rags he was in. Despite the rocky start, you had a good feeling about this.

#hantengu #demon slayer hantengu #reader #reader insert #Fem!Reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #writing #my writing #story #master #slave #master/slave #demon slave!AU #Slave!AU #Domesticated Demons #Abuse #Violence