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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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"It can get in the way of what you actually think on your own," Foggy said gently. "Or it can prevent people from disagreeing or having conflicts with people, and it can breed resentment. Sometimes it's important to just step back and think about what you actually think and what do you actually feel, before trying to empathize with everyone else first. It can be a way of self-destructiveness."

"You're assuming that it's a problem my Matt has - you haven't been around him enough to know if it is. But I'll keep that in mind."

"I've seen Matt fall into that trap before," Foggy said quietly. "It's hard to get out once you get in. And your Matt is incredibly kind, but he's also--I don't think he'd take that advice from me, he got very defensive at the end. I didn't mean to make him feel afraid, at all."

"He didn't seem afraid, more like he didn't trust you, like you'd done something to make him think he couldn't believe you."

"I used the wrong phrasing once, and it made me sound like an untrustworthy dick," Foggy said without rancor. "You know how it is. Our Matts don't trust easily once they've decided someone isn't good."

"Yeah, free people can afford to give second chances, there's not many slaves of any stripe who can afford to offer that." Matt could, but Danny was not going to try to make him feel he had to or should.

"Yeah, it makes perfect sense," Foggy nodded. He paused. "I just wanted to let you know, any time that they put Treacle in my universe, I'll keep him safe, you have my word."

"I appreciate that. And I'll keep Golubushka safe if he ends up in my universe again."

"I have a feeling that'll happen," Foggy said with a sigh. "They do enjoy it when there's lots of conflict and then resolution."

"Like a tidy narrative arc." Danny agreed as their Matts came over wanting attention now.

"Yes, baby?" Foggy asked, at Matt's insistent noises and tugs at his hands. "Did you have a good time with your friend?" he asked warmly, and Matt purred and nuzzled at his hands, squirming into and out of his pets and kisses. "Do you think you like each other now?" And Matt nodded and then shrugged. "You like each other, but you still disagree about a lot?" he asked softer.

He absently noticed how Golubushka was being restles even as he demanded attention, but he was focused on his Matt. "My beautiful, sweet treasure. So lovely, so brave and so good for me."

Matt made a small noise of frustration where he was, and Foggy was being gentle and trying to unravel it but he couldn't talk very well at all, and it wasn't until he and Treacle both were suddenly wrapped up tight in ropes that the twitchy energy stopped racing through him and he could relax, take a deep breath, and mouth at his lips until his Foggy fetched a necklace for chewing and firmly put it in his mouth to let him bite it instead, and he blinked as Treacle sounded distressed.

He whined, these weren't nice ropes, he hadn't had Danny taking his time wrapping him up in them, telling him how beautiful he was. And Danny lifted him up into his lap, exploring the ropes with his hands, whispering how brave he was and how beautiful.

"These ropes aren't lovely enough though, they should be silk."

"I'm perfectly happy to tie my Matt up, and I imagine Danny is too, but we need the tools for the job," Foggy said mildly. "I only use the best for my Matt."

"Yes, they deserve the very best. And part of the fun is the process of tying them up. They're so good for us."

Matt whined and squirmed as the room melted suddenly, the ropes off but now he was naked apart from tiny clinging silk underwear and Treacle was too, and he was lying on the floor and there was a large pile of ropes next to each Danny and Foggy and Matt sat up, ready to be tied up however it was he was supposed to be.

"My gorgeous Matt." Danny kissed him as he picked up some rope, and began slowly wrapping it around his torso in a harness. "You are so beautiful." And he narrated his actions as he bound Matt, working on the base layer first, to hold him without restricting him.

Foggy kissed Matt deeply and smoothly, soothing him as he started the tying. He began by tying Matt's hands in front of him together, and then gently folding them up against his chest, and moving to tie his arms against his chest in a smooth spiderweb pattern. The whole time he murmured to Matt how perfect and beautiful he was, how gorgeous he looked, good enough to eat, good enough to gobble up whole, how his skin was so soft, his hair so beautiful, his muscles utterly gorgeous, and Matt flushed deeply and his pupils took up almost his whole eye, wide and dark and wanting.

Once he had the base layer done he began adding more ties, whispering more praise to Matt, how perfect he was and how gorgeous, how lovely and sleek and graceful as he bound his arms together in front of him, wrist to elbow.

Foggy moved to legs, knotting them ankle to thigh, decorating Matt's abs with knots that looked like flowers, telling him how deeply he wanted him the whole time.

And Danny explained to Matt how lucky and honoured he was to have him as he wove a hobble around his ankles, before moving on to more decorative bindings around his thighs.

Foggy added more layers of rope, knots in flowers and ties that would almost massage Matt as he moved, murmuring and kissing and fanning Matt's face until he looked completely blissed out, beyond understanding words and moaning shamelessly in pleasure and trust.

And Danny did the same, adding ropes until Matt had gone completely non-verbal, and politely not quite looking directly as Golubushka at any point, giving him and Foggy all the privacy he could.

"My darling," Foggy was murmuring, kissing Matt and ignoring Treacle near him, and then suddenly their clothes vanished, and an involuntary noise of protest escaped him.

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