When Kyle has the time off, he likes to take you to his cabin. Small, secluded, and set up for him to play with his doll, you. CW: Objectivication/dehuminization, consent checks, free use, slapping, and cockwarming. Uses fem anatomy
Kyle doesn't ask for it often, but when he does, you know it's because he really needs to feel control. Over you, over the house, over everything, and who were you to deny him? Not that you could, right now after all. You were a doll, and dolls don't talk.
Kyle looks over your naked body, eyes flashing when he sees you shiver slightly from the A/C. He smirks, reaching out to run a teasing finger across your belly, wanting to see you shiver again.
"What's your color?" He coaxes quietly, no longer teasing you and wrapping both hands around your hips.
"I'm green." You reply honestly, smiling a little when he takes your hands and gives them a squeeze.
"What's your safety sign if you can't speak?" He encourages, always wanting to check that you felt safe and knew how to stop everything when you needed. You let go of one hand, snapping your fingers three times, getting a satisfied hum. "That's it, baby."
Kyle stands up, pulling you into a warm kiss. "Okay, sweetheart. We're starting now." Gaz asserts, turning you around and guiding you to the closet. You stand still as he looks through the clothes, watching him take his sweet time to find the right outfit for the day.
After a few minutes, Kyle begins dressing you in a soft sundress. You do nothing to help, only moving when Kyle moves you . Putting on your panties and bra, sitting you down to carefully roll thigh highs up your legs, and when you are fully dressed, he sits you down on the bed.
"Tilt your head up." Kyle orders as he turns to grab your makeup supplies. You know better, you really do, but hearing his commanding tone, you automatically raise your head. Kyle clicks his tongue, firmly smacking your face before gripping your jaw.
Heat blooms on your cheek, your lips forcibly pouted out when Kyle squeezes your face. "Come on, doll... I thought I taught you better than that." He mockingly coos, letting go of your face. This time, you keep yourself still, in the position he left you in, head tilted up for him to put on your makeup. Kyle coos softly as he applies some mascara, lip gloss, blush, and even tries his hand at a little eyeshadow.
"All done, pretty!" Kyle hums in satisfaction as he sets aside your makeup and cradles you to his chest. "Now let's get you comfortable." He continues as he picks you up and carries you to the living room.
If you weren't such a good doll, you would've looked around at the rest of the team lounging around the cabin. You knew better than that now, even though it had taken you a while to learn to sit still.
"Oh, you got it a new dress! I haven't seen this little doll in so long." Johnny says excitedly as he watches you get sat in your doll chair. It was a cushioned rocking chair designed to keep you as comfortable as possible. Kyle spared no expenses when it came to his doll and its comfort after all.
"Doesn't it look so pretty?" Kyle hums as he sets you down in your chair and folds your hands in your lap. He leans your head back onto the built-in chair pillow. "And it's behaving much better now."
You keep your gaze forward, the TV playing some kind of show from the corner of your eye. Price was the first to approach you, pulling your skirt up. "Aw, you covered the best bits." Price coos as he hooks a finger into the waistband of your panties.
"I don't need it making a mess on the new dress. You know how leaky Dolly can get when it gets excited." Kyle chuckles, completely out of your line of sight. Price dips his hand lower, rubbing between your folds until he reaches your clit. He rubs in slow circles, watching you closely for any twitches or movement.
"That's a good doll... So pretty. So still." Price praises as he pulls his hand away and leaves the front of your skirt raised. "I think it would be nice to see you play with my doll." Price hums out loud, turning to Kyle. "Do you think it will behave enough warming a cock?"
"It better, or it knows it won't get to cum today." Kyle's warm hand settles on the back of your neck, giving you a soft squeeze. "Isn't that right, Dolly?" You didn't dare move, eyes focused forward as he gives your neck another squeeze. "That's a good toy."
You don't know what's going on to your left, Price stepping aside out of view before he came to pick you up. "Poor Dolly is so pretty in its chair. But I have a better seat for you, yeah?" Price whispers in your ear, turning so your chest to chest with him. He shucks off your panties, pulling your skirt up further before he starts to set you down.
Right over Simon's cock. You only knew it was Simon's because of the piercings, eyes widening as Price slowly lowers you onto his cock. You whine quietly as he forces you to take his length, slowly stretching you open until you are fully seated with him inside of you.
"That's it, Dolly! My new toy needs lots of help learning to sit still and pretty." Price explains, grinding your hips down for you as he talks. "I've got him all tied up, and if you don't behave, I'll tie you down too." Price warns quietly as he slowly lets go of you and lowers your skirt back down. Simon starts trying to talk, a gag muffling his words into incoherence.
You knew you shouldn't. You know that if you were somehow caught, Kyle would spank you for disobedience. But you remember when Simon would fuck you into overstimation just to make you move and get you punished. You clench tight around his cock, listening to him immediately babbling even louder for reprieve.
If you had to suffer through doll training, you certainly wouldn't make it easy for Simon to complete his.
Thinking of the ways the 141 would be just deplorable romantic partners. Been seeing a lot of gross!character headcanons. Dipping my toe into kinda dark-ish stuff I think so cw in tags
Gross!Simon who’s just a bit…grimey. Kinda all the time. Didn’t really have an emphasis on hygiene as a kid and it certainly didn’t get better after becoming someone who spends days, weeks, months without access to showers bc of missions. That “why bother gettin oll clean if ‘m gettin dir’y la’er anyway” mindset but like all the time
Def deeplyyy emotionally stunted as well. I mean, he wears a mask constantly. Not the mark of an emotionally healthy man, my friends
Asshole!Johnny who is a horndog to the point of being an utter nuisance. He gets all pent up on missions, of course he’s gonna want to have sex every second he’s home. Thats normal right? Yeah, yep that’s ok…right? and he’s so good in bed anyway that it’s hard to resist his bullshit-WHO SAID THAT
Kinda guy that thinks he’s automatically a feminist just cause he’s got sisters, but def objectifies you at points, yk? Under the guise of “can’t get enough o’ ye” while pawing at you five seconds in after being gone for weeks with no word
Douchebag!Price who totally pulls rank if you work with them and throws his power and influence as a captain around frequently. Feels more important than you and will not hide it. Very much has a “‘m out there savin the world, luv. Can’t exactly worry ‘bout whatever’s got you bothered” perspective
Condescending and definitely more married to the job than he could ever be married to a person (while also being so so very possessive)
And Kyle who appears to be so put together. So well adjusted. You feel so lucky to have landed him, yeah? When really he’s the most sneakily manipulative bastard you’ve ever met. “Aw sweetheart, I know I’m late. Just got so busy with paperwork and I’m so jet lagged and…ah, I mean…you probably don’t care-it’s fine, don’t worry about me”
You can’t even notice his faults cause he’s too busy distracting you so he can keep getting away with them. You’re mad about something, be ready for a huge dose of guilt and ‘pity me’ energy
Not to mention how they’d all use great sex as a bargaining chip. Cause. C’mon. I can scarcely think of versions of them that AREN’T still hot as all hell
I love the boys BUT I also love considering the ways they(as cis, male, european, traumatized, war criminals) would just be the worst
Hey guys, and welcome to the first chapter of this brand-new series, featuring the manhwa The Princess' Jewelry Box! Please be aware that although I have read this royalty webtoon for entertainment purposes, I do not support the author's ideology or the toxic themes that are written in here.
If you have not read this manhwa, I strongly recommend that you do before proceeding as there will be references and spoilers here. It can be found on Webtoon.
If you are sensitive or prone to triggering with certain themes such as physical/mental abuse, objectification, or SA, please do not continue any further.
This mini-series will not be linear; instead, you will have the opportunity to select a scenario and yandere headcanons of the Jewels featured in the webtoon.
Special thanks to @deathmetalunicorn1 and @secretkoalapersona-blog for helping me outline and create this series as well as @sourlove for their feedback on this draft!
So, with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy the opening act of this story featuring court intrigue, politics, and romance.
divider by @cafekitsune
Princess Ariana de Secramise is beloved by all in the Arbezela Empire.
She is polite, physically stronger than the average royal knight, beautiful beyond imagination and intelligent. But behind this facade of a well-educated young lady is a cunning and ruthless individual who will use any means necessary to get what she wants, even if it means risking diplomatic relations with allied nations. Being the Emperor’s favorite and a skilled swordswoman isn’t enough for this greedy little goblin who has already surpassed her siblings in terms of achievements. No. What she desires above all these blessings from Astotelia is the throne.
By gaining that power, she will be legally allowed to take a second husband.
Ariana could never be satisfied with having one spouse when there are so many handsome men in the world. You would have admired her ambition if it didn’t include turning the political hierarchy of the Empire on its head to satisfy her lustful appetites.
This new lifestyle of hers, collecting men who were talented and beautiful was nothing short of a huge scandal; it is true that Emperor Jaider had sired three sons from two concubines despite having an Empress, but Ariana is unmarried and already engaged to Duke Crytear.
Being the oldest legitimate child of Emperor Jaider and Empress Roserice de Secramise, it was your duty to look after not only Ariana, but Bavilo, Kamal, and Haveron. To make sure that they felt safe and protected in this gilded cage of a royal palace. Ares would have gladly shared the responsibility had he not passed away at the age of seven. Without your twin, the world grew a little darker and lonelier.
Your mother never got over his death, believing with all her heart that he had been assassinated by Madam Verdi’s faction. The reason? To place either Bavilo or Kamal in first in the line of succession to the throne and become the Empress Dowager. Like Ariana, her greed is a bottomless pit. Being the Emperor’s favorite mistress is not enough for the high society’s Red Rose. Conspiracy theories and no evidence to support them would not make a formal conviction stick in the royal court.
All she could now was expand her information network and use it to help Ariana, encouraging her little star to challenge her brothers. You believed it was because she inherited your father’s brutality that your mother supported the idea of your younger sister becoming the first female ruler of the Empire.
Once Ariana began collecting her Jewels, the position as the Empire’s ambassador had been switched over from you to her. She used it to find Prince Efrit of Xek, Sir Raymond from Galdeon and Jade Meldea within a year. Duke Nell Phantom had become her first Jewel after he had been honored for his contributions in the war against the Oriana Islands. In exchange for being the Princess’ Hound and overseer of her other Jewels, Ariana had promised to provide financial aid to his family after so many failed business deals forced him to fight at a young age. She has yet to deliver it to him.
Huan Baek, her favorite and the Moon Fairy of Darhan, came to the country three months ago after he said good-bye to his loved ones. Either he would come willingly to Arbezela as a concubine in your sister’s harem, or there would be war between the Empire and Darhan.
Jade had been forced to be here too, as compensation for his father’s mistakes. If that wasn’t enough to give poor King Neptune a heart attack, Ariana ordered Lord Melda to be castrated for the crime of using his position and rank to force women into being his sex toys. Castrating a royal official based on Ariana’s testimony that Lord Meldea struck her when she had traveled to the southern kingdom of Marloe under the guise of a dancer? In Galdeon, she had coerced Sir Raymond to get on his knees at a banquet and kiss her feet in front of everyone, including King Goldblackrose.
By Astotelia’s mercy, when will she understand that actions have consequences? How could you even trust Ariana to look after the people with this kind of mindset?
Why couldn’t your mother trust you to do more than just handling the palace’s domestic affairs and entertaining guests?
You reclined back against your chair, glancing over your shoulder to blink owlishly at the sight of a setting sun from the oriel window in your office. The light blue skies were slowly transforming into an indigo tapestry of the night before you had realized that the day was already over; pink clouds still hovered the horizon, lingering for a little longer before they molded into one and birthed the constellations. You’ve been in here for too long. It was time for a walk.
You stood up. As you did so, you saw two furred bodies spread across the floor twitch. The first one possessed a lanky frame with a long silky black coat and tail, one ear pointed up at the ceiling while a dark brown orb squinted at you. The second was smaller with a white fluffy coat and bouncing on her stubby feet, yipping in excitement as her black nose twitched. You smiled softly, kneeling down to scoop up the little darling in your arms before pressing a kiss against the side of her head.
“I’m sorry, Penelope. I didn’t think the paperwork would take me this long. How about you, me, and Morpheus here go outside for a bit while the chef makes us something yummy to eat?” Penelope licked your cheek in response, making you laugh. “Yes, yes, you would like that, wouldn’t you? Well, lead the way, silly girl.” You placed her back on the carpeted floor, watching in amusement as she almost barreled through the half-open doorway while Morpheus languidly stretched himself before following suit, although at a more leisurely pace and on your right side.
An overprotective, energetic Pomeranian and a gentle Borzoi. They were last-minutes gifts from your parents, even when you had tried to persuade them that you did not desire anything for your fifteenth birthday. Now? They motivated you to step outside from your office and take time for yourself, though the habit of not eating lunch is still hard to break when these two ate twice a day, breakfast and dinner.
And these two knew the way to their little playground like the back of their paws; down the grand staircase, turn right at the last step and then walk through the double stained glass doors to a cobblestone path that sliced through a wide, evergreen courtyard. They never liked the stone path, preferring to blitz across the grass. You would need to apologize to the gardener and make sure he’s paid properly for patching up the grass in the courtyard for the nth time after Penelope and Morpheus’ running around.
In the center of this humble courtyard was a large two-tier fountain, commissioned by a famous craftsman in the Empire. Upon your request, the miniature statues of wolves that lined each tier were gulping down the water and illuminated at night by magic. You personally liked the crescent-shaped moon where the water sprang out and was gulped down by the wolves looking up for it, for either guidance or sustenance. Fitting for Winterfell, the northern palace that served as your home.
As much as you wished to appreciate the blossoming beauty of this chilly night on this little walk, your mind was plagued with anxiety and unease. The preparations for the Sun Ceremony would begin soon and the Emperor had not decided on which of his children would act as the Believer of Light. For Ariana or Bavilo, it was an opportunity to prove to the Emperor and everyone else that they had what it took to be his successor. All it meant for you was more paperwork and hours spent in the Empress’ office, organizing the event from the menus to the seating in the Holy Temple. You would never be considered to become part of such a sacred ceremony because the Emperor and Empress cannot bear the thought of another legitimate child being taken away from them by the gods.
You squeezed your eyes shut. You inhaled deeply through your nose and slowly exhaled, allowing the scent of the white floribunda roses scattered across the courtyard to engulf your senses for a brief moment. To make you forget about the responsibilities you would have to face tomorrow and relax with your precious companions. You were about to take another breath when the sound of Penelope’s barking reached your ears. Blinking, you turned around and backtracked towards the fountain.
Who or what did she see that was causing such a ruckus before dinnertime? Did Morpheus topple over her again? Did she see one of the new servants walking around and went into her watchdog mode until the danger passed? When you finally reached the center of the courtyard, she was snarling at someone you had not expected to see at this hour of the night.
[nell phantom]
[efrit karsia]
[jade meldea]
[huan baek]
[raymond amber]
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Can I please get from your finest cafe (your 1 year)
A chai latte with whipped cream, cinnamon and cold foam with Nico
(Dom x sub) (Overstimulation) (He’s very vocal with his instructions and what he wants like ‘get on your knees’ just very straight forward, even after the both of them finish shes very pouty and maybe she just needs a few more and then maybe a couple more after that just for not being appreciative enough)
ok so wanted to say that this cuts off abruptly and it's because nico refers to sub!reader as a toy (twice) and after rereading the second time he said it, i got really uncomfortable with my own writing because iiiii do not want a man to call me a toy. if this really worked for you, then i'm sorry it cut off so soon!! i just started feeling weird and didn't really want to continue... #rip
You’re chanting Nico’s name in time with his thrusts, clawing at his broad back and leaving marks in your wake. His hand is around your throat, holding you in place, and his dark eyes bore into you. His breaths come out in short bursts, almost like he breathes when he lifts heavy weights, and his cock positively drills you. It isn’t long before he hits your sweet spot and pounds into it, cataloging your reaction and knowing exactly how to bring you over the edge. You keen and moan and squeal as Nico plays you, coaxes another weak dribble of cum from your pussy before flooding it with his own pent up seed.
You collapse on the bed, utterly spent and aching in the best possible way. Your pussy feels raw and abused from the attention Nico has given it, first with his tongue and then with one, two, and three fingers, and finally with his cock.
He sprawls next to you, a hand thrown over your stomach as you both catch your breath. Nico idly traces patterns on your skin, glowing with sweat.
You huff quietly, nuzzling into Nico’s chest with a pout. You touch the thatch of chest hair in the middle of his sternum, petting the hair so that it all goes the same direction.
“What’s that?” Nico asks. “Why are you huffing and puffing?”
“Empty,” you say with a frown and a pout, batting Nico’s chest with your needy fingers.
Nico rolls onto his front and presses you into the bed. “You’re empty,” he repeats. “Baby, I made you come four times. You’re feeling empty?”
You pucker your lips and try to kiss him, but Nico evades you.
He tangles his fingers in your hair and gives your roots a sharp tug. “I’ll fill you up,” Nico declares in a dark voice, like a threat. He leads you onto your front by your hair, pushing your face into the pillow. “Spread your legs.”
You obey, gasping as Nico settles his hips between your thighs. His cock filled you with cum once and is fighting to return to full mast. It’s semi-erect now, stirring from sheer closeness. The mixture of slick that leaks from your cunt smears along his length, lubricating it. “Ni, m’hips are sore,” you say when he pushes you onto your knees, the position making your back arch uncomfortably.
“Too bad,” Nico growls, smacking his cockhead against your gaping hole. “You’re going to take my cock again like a good girl. That’s what you’re here for, right? To be my little fuck toy?” He thrusts forward sharply, his cock abruptly filling you halfway.
You let out a weak cry, fist clenching the pillow case next to you.
Nico lands a smack on the globes of your behind, your skin stinging from the impact. “Quiet,” he commands, spanking you again. “Toys don’t speak.”
Omg I just had the most disgusting stepcest thought...
Stepdad!Toji has you on his lap spread eagle as he talks stepbro!Choso through giving you oral... Toji's hands wandering over your tits pointing out things in your pretty cunt etc while Choso is on his knees observing learning and eating you out.....
I know megumi makes more sense but I don't care lol...
✮ tags. . objectification, toji is a pervert, stepcest, he slaps your pussy. ꒱₊˚⊹ divider credits!
you sob. toji has been doing that for long minutes now and your plump clit is so sensitive that you don't know how much longer you can stand to keep being used as a demonstration of how to satisfy a woman before you reach orgasm without permission.
with the help of your arousal, he slides two thick fingers around your clit without actually touching it. he opens your pussy and spreads it apart so choso can watch closely how hard you're squeezing… choso leans forward, you see him lick his upper lip and mentally note everything his stepfather tells him.
"you have to wait for her body to ask to be used, okay? you have to be patient."
you tilt your neck down to look at choso sitting at toji's feet, his legs crossed, knees in opposite directions as he gazes intently at your open pussy.
"this is the most important place," toji murmurs behind your back, his silken, husky voice sending tingles through your body. "see how she reacts if I touch her here…" two fingers massage one of your breasts giving special care to the nipple, tugging at it as if hoping to draw milk from there, the other hand is in the middle of your legs moving to the tune of his words over your clit and between your wet folds. "you see how wet it is."
"I see that." muses Choso, almost drooling.
you moan again. "toji…" you call out to him, you try to cling to his arms and improve the position you're in but his arms hugging your legs below your knees, keeping you open for him with your thighs pushing up to your chest prevent you from doing so.
toji slaps your pussy.
"hold still." then he turns to choso. "do you want to try?"
um your ghostgaz blurb but also ghost letting gaz tip his head back onto his shoulder and squeezing at his base when he’s inside you so you can have a break from gaz humping your cunt until you both go dumb (and so simon can hear him keen out that ‘ah, right there, rightthere-‘ again)
AHHHHHHHHHHH YEA YEA !!! holy shit this is some good fuckin soup!!
“shh, pretty, ‘ve got you,” simon grunts in kyle’s ear, his words rumbling deeply.
it is a shared moment between the two of them, one that you’re once again a spectator of, but you don’t mind. not when you get a glimpse of kyle’s demeanour breaking for a quiet splintering in the hands of simon.
kyle bucks in his hold, trying to fuck into the tight fist of simon or into the warm press of your cunt, you don’t know, but it has simon tutting before forcing kyle to stop again. kyle keens, desperate for his orgasm, but god are you thankful for the break.
they had you for hours, either taking turns or taking you at the same time, and it has your body aching, pussy all sore and legs a trembling mush. simon massages at your thigh in placation, choosing to relay his affection through touch because this is still a scene—the one that the three of you easily fall into; the one where you are made to be used, often as a vessel to reflecr the guys’ love for each other, like you exist only for their mutual pleasure and not your own.
(objectification kink, the engine search bar had put out as a result of your question from when you were first included into their fold.
there were social media threads and official bdsm websites that expounded on the matter but you understood enough. it was pretty self explanatory, you thought, and, in the silence of your room, you trembled in excitement.
anticipation coursed through you in pinching waves, uncontainable as you waited for the weekend to come.)
so you lay there, watching with hunger as simon pressed his murmured kisses on kyle’s neck, his voice too quiet for you to pick up. but whatever simon is saying has kyle writhing, his body trembling, until he’s collapsing into simon’s chest, head tipped up for a breathy keen. you gasp out at the sound, your pussy squeezing at his cock for a moment, and kyle begins to weep.
simon rumbles a pleasured grunt, snarling something close to, “s’good f’me,” then his fist begins moving, bumping against your sore folds, then back up to the remaining shaft of kyle’s cock.
you blink, feeling saliva pool underneath your tongue as your desire peaks, bloating at the image they make—kyle, writhing and moaning, and simon jerking your lover so he can finally cum—
in you.
“almost—si—!” kyle screams, gasping at his heightening euphoria.
“good,” simon murmurs, slow and sensual, and his face all flushed. “cum f’me, baby. go on.”
you see the moment kyle’s orgasm razes him. his body locks up, his eyes are blown wide, and his jaw drops for a soundless moan. god, you know the feeling—that explosion of ecstasy that almost feels too surreal; like you’ve been ripped from your body and thrusted up into nirvana.
then, something warm trickles into you, spurting on the cushions of your walls. you cry, your exhausted body protesting at being pumped full again—they haven’t even let you squeeze out simon’s spill—and you swear you feel your stomach bulging. making room for kyle’s release.
it—
it shouldn’t turn you on but it does, and simon snaps his eyes back to you like he knows just what exactly is running in your head.
he grins, something that is a little too mean, and you realize that while kyle is done, simon has yet to get his fill.
Humor me for saying this, but I feel like most of the time transandrophobes are just some guys that view women as sex objects that are mad because the person they saw as a smoking hot "chick" is actually a dude who is going through gender dysphoria
And I also feel like this rings true for feminine trans men, because in their eyes they view it as "faking it" and "acting like a [homophobic/transphobic slur]" because they can't come to grasp that a trans man is happy with presenting as feminine and/or feminine sex features
