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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"I think it's going to take a while for me to see myself like that. But...I'm already doing better than I was at first."

"You are, my love," Barba murmured, reaching to squeeze his hand. "And I don't want you to ever feel like I compare you to the others, either. Sometimes I do note the differences, but it's never that they're good and you're bad, or anything along those lines. You all have your strengths and weaknesses, and are irreplaceable to me. Worth more than all the money in the world."

"Thank you Master Erik." He kissed the hand squeezing his, then went back to cleaning his master.

Barba stayed still for the cleaning, letting Toffee do it in the order he pleased, and not commenting openly on how interesting it was that he scrubbed harder in some places than others, and how meticulous he was totally.

He worked a bit more quickly when he reached his master's genitals, trying not to arouse him during the washing process, and at the end he settled down on his knees to wash his feet properly.

Barba couldn't help but desire him so very, very deeply at that moment, want Toffee with a burning hunger as bright as the sun, but instead he just inhaled deep and slow and let him kneel and scrub his feet, gazing at his soft wet hair. The air just about crackled with sparks.

He settled back on his heels when he was finished, looking up at his master, and swallowing. But...his master had been aroused around him before and not done anything, so he smiled as he spoke.

"I...think I might need some help standing."

Barba offered a hand easily to his Toffee, and used the other behind him to catch Toffee if he started to slip. The warring trust and fear on his face awed Barba; how could anyone, especially a delicate creature like a pet, be so hurt for so long, senselessly, helplessly, and come out of it willing to trust him, kneel to him? The strength of pets was beyond anything he could imagine, and it was why he chose them against anyone, why he valued his so.

"Thank you." He stood carefully with his master's support, and accepted his master's help in drying off.

And getting changed into pleasantly warm, long-sleeved pajamas firmly convinced his body to calm down. Barba kissed Toffee deeply as they headed to brush their teeth. "You are so sweet to trust me," he said warmly. "You add a deep kindness to this family."

"You make it easy for me to trust you." Every time he did something like that, wait until he'd calmed down before kissing Toffee, it made it easier.

Barba kissed him again softly and then broke apart to brush his teeth, raising an eyebrow at the sounds of a loud crash downstairs and high-pitched, crazed giggling. "You had all better clean that up before bed," he called to them downstairs, to the sounds of more giggling. "I mean it! I will make you wear pleather collars!" he teased with an even higher eyebrow, to make them shriek with laughter.

He giggled at the 'threat' himself, before he started to brush his own teeth.

Barba grinned at Toffee and, once he'd spat out his mouthwash, took his hand gently and softly and led him to bed, lying on his own spot near the bed and letting Toffee come in to wherever he pleased on the huge, warm, astonishingly soft surface.

And he went to curl up against his master's warm, strong chest, tugging a blanket over himself and shutting his eyes.

And when Barba woke in the morning, he was surprised and a little worried to see only Toffee in the bed with him, and turned around, getting up and putting on a warm robe and slippers immediately and heading down to investigate his other pets.

He wrapped himself up to follow, wondering where the others were as well, hoping it was just that they'd decided to sleep downstairs, even if he wasn't sure why.

Barba investigated the den first, and was mildly puzzled by the absence of blankets there, and then snooped around the kitchen and study until he checked the study bed, which was empty too, and he turned to Toffee and said immediately, "If this is a surprise or something, you need to tell me now. This second."

"Not a surprise. Not anything I knew about." He was getting worried too now. "We didn't check the bed in my craft room. Don't know why they'd be there instead of downstairs or with us, but..."

"Let's go there then--now--" he ordered and moved very quickly. "I knocked on the nest, but no-one answered..."

"And you didn't want to just burst in." He couldn't keep up, but he followed Master Erik up the stairs.

Barba banged on every door, shouting, "Hendrick! Ivannya! Jamie! Up NOW!" in his growing panic.

And the three of them came stumbling out of his craft room, still in the clothes they'd been wearing when Toffee went to bed with Master Erik.

"What on earth were you three doing?!" Barba demanded, relieved beyond words that they were here and all okay. "Why were you in there, of all places?"

The three of them all started talking at once, explaining how they hadn't wanted to disturb Toffee and Master Erik.

Re: Toffee: Overload and Burnout

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Toffee: Overload and Burnout

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