collaborative_daredevil | Slavery RP Post XVIII

Slavery RP Post XVIII

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This post is for prompts that focus on crossovers between various slavery AUs, with the crossover wizards.

Please put the use name of your slave Matt in the subject line of your comment eg. "Feral: Fuck or 'die' AGAIN!"

I'll move a couple of prompts over to start us off, but feel free to ignore them and put your own.

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"Tuna?" he answered more as a question, even as he reminded himself that Matt wouldn't ask unless it was a real choice. He could smell some other plates that he thought were tuna and they smelled good. It wasn't like the tuna that came from cans from his world, this smelled fresh.

"Then I'll have the duck." Matt decided, and smiled at Foggy. "Will you order for all three of us?"

Dove sat back and listened to everything around them, enjoying the music and the sounds of people having fun.

And when the waiter arrived with their drinks he ordered for all three of them.

Dove appreciated that Matt kept his drink with his own for a bit until Foggy had the first drink, and then slid it over to him. He waited for Matt next and then took a sip. It was cold and slightly bitter and oh so good.

"Do you like yours?" he asked.

"Yes. It's more complex than more commercial beers are." Matt commented with a smile.

He enjoyed it. "It's better than anything I've had before," he said happily.

(ooc: any directions you want to take this in? Some action or something would be nice?)

"Good, I'm glad to hear that." Matt smiled at Dove and kissed him briefly, right before the band started up.

"Want to have a quick dance before our meal?"

(OOC: Matt and Foggy want Dove to have a good time out, but it's up to you if that works)

He grinned happily, "Yes, that would be fantastic," he agreed but waited for Foggy's permission first.

"Have fun, I'll watch over your drinks." And he kissed Dove before Matt stood and offered Dove his hand.

He took Matt's hand and followed him out to the dance floor. There were a few people dancing already and Dove was both nervous and excited. Nervous because he couldn't shake that feeling at the back of his mind telling him that enjoying himself wasn't allowed, that someone was going to get offended by his presence. But he held onto Matt, trusting Matt to lead.

And Matt guided Dove into a slow waltz, in time with the music, but something that wouldn't attract too much attention.

"Oh, that's so sweet!" One of the other club patrons commented.

He tried to ignore the comment, not comfortable with being a spectacle, but getting used to it. It seemed all free people felt it was their right to comment on pets and touch them, but it was something he was getting used to. He was learning to accept and respond to it properly.

And it saddened him that Matt was always on alert, always playing his role as a pet- posing and responding as he was taught to, always aware of eyes watching and what he should be. And Matt had to be double aware with Dove with him because there was still so much Dove didn't know.

He kissed softly at Matt's neck.

Matt stroked Dove's back, comfortingly.

"It's okay, people comment on beautiful free people as well."

"It's good attention," Dove said, wanting Matt to know that he was okay and was ready to follow Matt's example.

"Yes it is." Matt agreed with a smile. "And it's just words right now after all."

"Good words," Dove added, and he allowed himself a moment of nervousness before calling up the lessons Gem gave him, he shifted into something more like a pose, like how Matt did with seeming natural grace, he schooled his posture to mirror Matt's, to consciously let himself move in a way that was alluring and attractive. In a way that would attract attention.

And it did. He could sense the eyes on the, the whisperes of the hot pets dancing. And he smiled, hoping that matt and foggy would be pleased with the effort.

"You're so beautiful, and I'm so lucky to have you." Matt whispered to Dove as they came to the end of their dance, and he escorted Dove back to the table, with a proud smile on his face.

He felt very good and proud too. And he hoped that Foggy would be pleased and impressed like Matt was.

Unless Foggy preferred him to be more demure and shy, he hadn't really thought about that.

"That was beautiful Dove. I'm glad you had fun." He kissed Dove on the cheek as he slid back in. "I might borrow you for a dance afterwards."

Dove felt very happy at the praise and he knew Matt wouldn't mind sharing him.

"I'll enjoy that, thank you," Dove replied.

"I'm looking forward to it." He smiled proudly at Dove as Matt nodded his own agreement.

Having Matt's approval meant everything to him, and he almost felt like a completely different person, out for an evening and feeling good and everything seemed right with the world.

He took another sip of his beer and smiled, the smells of food and alcohol and people having fun all around him adding to his enjoyment. And he bravely placed his hand on Matt's thigh, liking the feel of his protector beside him.

Overcome with good feelings, he leaned close to Matt and gently kissed his cheek.

Matt wrapped his arm around Dove, smiling proudly as the server arrived with their meals.

"Tuna?"

"That's my Dove's."

"Duck?"

"Mine, thank you." And then he set the swordfish in front of Foggy.

He gently pushed his cutlery towards Matt.

He was adapted enough to the culture now that the ritual wasn't necessary, but it was ingrained so deep that it didn't feel right to eat without it.

The waiter noticed though, wondering if it signified that the pet was not allowed to use cutlery, and asked if there was anything extra he could bring to accommodate the pet.

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