#chastity reader

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Desert Bandit - DubCon

Yandere! Desert Bandit who rules his tribe with an iron fist. Heartless, he's called. His soul as unmoving and unkind as the desert itself.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who prays to no God but the desert and her bleached bones.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who dreams every night of a woman, a lover as dear to him as water in the hamada.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who finds your caravan by pure luck. People seldom travel this route - the springs are fickle and even one dried well is a death sentence.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who watches from a distance, dipping behind the dunes if anyone looks his way for too long.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who hears the desert wind whispering in its sibilant way and knows this caravan is special somehow. Who calls his band together to raid you, even though they've already hit three camel trains in the last week.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who waits for nightfall before he brings steel and fire and choas down on you. Who revels in the blood he spills, each drop an offering to the desert.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who sees a figure running from him, their cloak streaming behind them. Yandere! Desert Bandit whose blood is up, who wants nothing more than a good hunt.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who rides you down, his scimitar close enough to cut your cheek before you dive away from him.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who leaps from his horse without even stopping her. Who looks to you less a man and more a jinn. How else could he be so quick and so cruel?

Yandere! Desert Bandit who catches your wrist as you swing your dagger at him, laughing like you're nothing but a hare in his trap.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who sees your face and feels his blood turn to ice.

It's you. The woman from his dreams.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who realises suddenly that they were no mere dreams. No, they were a premonition, a promise. A gift from the desert herself.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who won't let his promised bride slip away, no matter how you twist and turn in his grasp. Who grips your wrist so tightly you have no choice but to drop your dagger.

Yandere! Desert Bandit with eyes rimmed in kohl, glinting gold with the reflected firelight. Glinting gold with lust.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who brings his sword to your throat and threatens to spill your heart's blood all over the thirsty sand if you don't come with him.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who forces you onto his horse and is quick to climb up behind you. One arm wrapped around your waist so he can savour the curve of your body. A woman in his arms, his woman.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who calls to his men to meet him at sunrise so that he can steal a few hours with you.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who feels your hips rubbing against him in the saddle, no matter how fast or slow he rides. Who has to grit his teeth against his desire.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who smells of smoke and musk and blood.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who rides almost half the night to bring you to an oasis.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who leads you to pool of water and commands you to drink. Who watches the water drip down your neck and catch on your collarbones.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who has never been more desperate to lap up spilt water, even with a reservoir to infront of him.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who sits down in front of you and unwraps his litham. His hair is dark and smooth as oil. It falls past his shoulders and he gruffly tells you to brush and braid it.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who wants to moan when he feels your nails running along his scalp and neck.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who slowly turns to face you when you're done. He's on his knees like a supplicant and he doesn't even know it.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who rests his hands on your thighs. You fear the heat of him - his hands, his eyes - will surely burn you alive.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who offers you a choice. You can stay here in the oasis and he'll leave you as you are - virginal, untouched.

Or he can make you his bride. On this night, in this place.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who watches your breath hitch, who sees the doubt creep across your face.

Why?  You ask. Why not just take what you want?

Yandere! Desert Bandit who plays with your hair while he speaks. Who does it so absent mindedly that it's almost proprietary. Like he owns you already.

I can steal gold and jewels. I can steal the breath from a man's lungs and the life from his body. But this, this one thing, must be given willingly.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who watches your heart war within you. The desert has you trapped more tightly than chains or bars. Even in an oasis, you can't survive on your own. You need him.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who holds perfectly still as you lean forward and kiss him. It's chaste almost, a shy press of your lips against his. And he's thinking that there'll be nothing chaste between you before the night is done.

You don't know it but a kiss given willingly is all he needs to appease the desert.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who lays his palm across the nape of your neck and pulls you back to him. Who bites at your lips until you give in and open your mouth. Who holds you in place when you try and pull away from his tongue and its ruthless advances.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who guides your hand to his cock and groans at just the touch of your fingers through his clothes. Who throws his head back and grits his teeth when you hesitantly stroke him, your hands so much smaller and softer than his own.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who watches you through the tangle of hair that's blown across his face. His little blushing bride. His desert prize.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who knows only roughness and cruelty. Whose first instinct is to throw you down and rip the clothes from your body. Who has to dig his hands into the sand to stop himself from doing just that.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who lays you down on the soft sand, the firelight casting his face in flickering shadow. There is more than lust there, though you can't see it.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who runs his hands slowly down your waist, grabbing the fat of your hips before moving lower. Your thighs are squished closed and he works his fingers into your flesh until he practically pries them apart.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who leans down and spits on your cunt and uses his fingers to work it in.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who clicks his teeth in irritation when you look away from him. Who grabs your jaw and guides you back.

Yandere! Desert Bandit whose fingers keep digging into your cheeks as he gets ready to enter you. He sees the doubt, the fear, the guilty lust in your eyes and he wants to drink it all in.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who tries so damn hard to be gentle and slow. But once he has the tip in he can't even try to hold himself back.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who slams himself the rest of the way in. Who snarls through his gritted teeth like an animal and digs his hands into the flesh of your hips.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who doesn't even register the way you scream or try and twist away from him. He has you now and he's going to fuck you hard and fast until he's satisfied.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who pounds into you with all those years of longing and lust and nights when he would have fucked just about anything because he dreamt of you.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who uses your hips to pull you onto his cock with every thrust. His escaped hair hanging around his face and his canines gleaming.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who hooks one arm around your lower back and literally lifts you off the ground so he can go deeper.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who leans forward and bites into your tits. Hard enough to leave bruises that turn purplish blue by the morning.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who deep down in his conscious mind knows he's hurting you like crazy. But it's all animal instinct in control and he doesn't stop even though you're begging him to please stop, please, it hurts.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who slams into you as deep as he can when he comes. Who forces a rough, biting kiss onto you even though you try and turn away.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who digs his hands into the sand next to your head and just spends a minute trying to get his breath back.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who finally pulls out of you. Who slowly becomes human again.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who realises his bride is a crying, bleeding mess under him. Who makes you wrap your legs around his waist so he can slowly pick you up.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who walks into the water and holds you close as the blood and tears wash away.

Yandere! Desert Bandit who coos at you until you lift your head from his neck and look at him. He looks apologetic almost, but his gold eyes are still filled with want, with devouring lust. You are the bandit's bride and there's no escaping it.

He truly was the worst of thieves.

[gilverrwrites]

Tease

Wally West/Reader, 800 words Ft. Dick Grayson (BirdFlash/Reader pre-established) Kinktobter entry 16: Lingerie Warnings: None really? But just incase: | implied dom!Dick | cross-dressing Requested by: Anonymous/Authors choice AN: OMG I cannot believe this is the last post of Kinktober? Wat? How? I hope you've had a blast, cause I sure enjoyed it!

It was supposed to be a surprise for Dick; for Wally and yourself to welcome him home in nothing but your matching Nightwing-blue lingerie, but all day, the sight of Wally’s lacy blue thong peaking out from his jeans had been driving you crazy, and he knew it.

It had started innocent enough. You’d watched over your morning brew as Wally stretched up, sleepily reaching for a box of Pop-Tarts on the top shelf, incidentally, exposing the frilly hem, and cussing as the wispy fabric rode between the cleft of his asscheeks.

“You put them on already?” You’d asked, disappointed when he turned his whole body to face you, depriving you an early morning peepshow.

“You haven’t?” He replied, confusion evident as he bit down on his untoasted breakfast.

“No.” Still half-entranced, your head tilted to the side, hoping to catch another glimpse as you mumble dozily. “Was gonna change closer to the time.”

A toothy grin stretched across his face as he followed your line of sight to his lower body, and that’s where the teasing had begun.

“What do you think anyway?” He hooks his thumb in the waistband of his loose-fitting bottoms, pulling them down an inch and offering you a clear view of how the elastic waistband clings to his lean hip bone. When you’d failed to respond, he’s turned back around, exposing the top half of his freckly rear, laughing as he shakes it back and forth in flippant, inelegant motions. He’s so unserious, but somehow that does it for you. “They’re not too tight, right?”

“Nope, looks good.” You offered, attempting to hide your lust-idled expression behind your mug. “Dick’s gonna love it.”

“Thanks, babe. You’re too sweet.” Before the words even processed in your mind, he was leaning down in front of your seated form and planting a kiss on your lips. A slow, tender, sugary kiss that made your hair stand on edge, but as soon as you’d reached out to touch him, he was gone. Leaving you flustered and taking your half-empty mug to add insult to injury.

The toying had only gotten worse from there, Wally thoroughly enjoying being the centre of your attention all day. All but flashing you any chance he got, keeping close, but never close enough for you to get your hands on him and sink your teeth in. If it weren’t so infuriating, you’d praise his self-restraint.

Your breaking point comes in the evening, the final hour before Dick is due home.

You’re changing into your own lingerie when a cold breeze brushes your near-naked skin, and you have to do a double take when you spot Wally lounging on the bed, completely, finally, stripped down to nothing but his deep blue underwear. It’ll be a miracle if you don’t leak through your own panties before Dick peels them back off you. You’re immediately infatuated by his half-hard cock and the way it strains against the delicate fabric, and it’s high time you had a little fun with him.

“What do you think?” You mimic his early question, rolling and gyrating your hips, dragging your fingers up and down your skin in the hopes that you look a little more serious, but equally as sexy as Wally had this morning. If the way his cock begins to tent his thong is any indication, you’re succeeding.

“You look hot as anything, baby.” He replies earnestly, sitting up straight to get a better look. His cheeks tint pink, watching you in a trance as you strut closer, lifting your leg over him until you’re comfortably straddling him, grinding your arousal against his.

Making him melt; body shuddering under your touch, sheepish giggle escaping his lips when you press the tip of your nose to his, is intensely enjoyable. You cup your hands around the back of his head and his dreamy green eyes flutter closed in response as he tips closer to you. Only to dart open once more when you intentionally turn your head, dodging his kiss.

“I’m gonna tell Dick what a naughty fucking tease you’ve been today.” You goad, and the hurt on his face instantly perks up into something more challenging.

“Oh, yeah?” The grip on your thigh tightens as he pulls you deeper into him, rutting his heated sex against yours until you can’t help whimpering at the way it makes your body reel in bliss until he taunts. “Well, I’m gonna tell Dick how insatiably horny you’ve been.”

“Dick has heard enough.” A familiar voice chides. Wally and you had been so wrapped up in provoking each other that you hadn’t heard his arrival. You turn just in time to see the way his eyes roam appreciatively over the matching underwear, and the risqué embrace you’re currently tangled in. “Can’t I leave the two of you alone for one weekend?”

Psst. Down here! Hi friend, thanks for reading. I hope you have a great rest of your year.

[badbarbiedollxx]

What’s the most degrading thing you’d willingly do to earn acknowledgment from me?? I’m curious how low you'll go for my amusement.

[pinkkittysaw]

CAGED IN

chastity - leon s. kennedy

pairing: leon s. kennedy x gn!reader

word count: 856

content: NSFW (minors + ageless blogs DNI, you will be blocked!) “dom” reader, chastity/cock cage, “blowjob”, “handjob”, ball worship, slight degradation, dirty talk, spit, begging, petnames (baby), referring to leon as a “pet”, mentions of ada wong, use of the words “god” and “christ”

a/n: i’m proud to say that this is posted in collaboration with @ficsforgaza for their kinktober event! be sure to check out the other wonderful creators involved here! (heed the content warnings) also be sure to check out my “sponsor a whip” post, here!

dividers & graphics by @/ficsforgaza

"Naughty naughty naughty," you tsk toward the squirming blonde in your bed.

After hearing about yet another unplanned rendezvous with a certain Ada wong during his impromptu rescue mission to save the president's daughter, you finally decided to take matters into your own hands.

You and Leon had talked at length about chastity cages before, having him test and try out different ones, but they hadn’t yet been fully implemented until today.

Truthfully, it wasn’t his fault that wherever he went, Ada would follow, but the cage would serve as a reminder, to both her and Leon, of who was boss.

How were you supposed to know that the poor thing would get so turned on after affixing the device to him?

So here he was, cargo pants pulled down to his thighs, painfully aroused, despite his inability to get fully hard.

“Poor baby," you tease, a mix of diluted cruelty and faux sympathy in your voice. “You wanna cum?”

Leon nods quickly. His pale bangs fall in his face.

"Yes, baby, please.”

You smirk a little, kneeling on the bed before situating yourself over him. Bending over, you begin kissing his neck while walking your fingers down his body to where the plastic cage sits. You brush over the sensitive flesh of his cock before moving to cup his heavy balls.

“You wanna cum so fucking bad, don’t you? You naughty thing,” you whisper to him, words filled with snark and amusement as you knead his sac.

“Fucking christ-“ he groans as he attempts to buck his hips into your hand.

“I don’t think so,” you murmur, reaching under your bed to pull out the special box of toys you stashed for nights like this.

Tipping off the lid, you pull out a dildo that’s similar to Leon’s cock,  both in skin tone and in glorious length, before setting it down near his thigh.

“If you want to cum,“ you tug his black t-shirt over his pectorals, squeezing the muscle freely, “you’re gonna have to earn it.”

Leaning back toward him again, you kiss down his body, making your way to where he demands your attention most. You start to lap at the ash brown strands of hair that make up his happy trail as he begins to fidget even more.

You place the dildo in front of his actual cock, which is now straining against the confines of his cage, and use a little suction so that it sticks to his skin. You tease the tip of the fake cock with your tongue while giving it a couple strokes in your fist.

“Oh baby, that’s not fair." He bites his lip as he watches you, unable to look away.

“What’s not fair?” You kiss the tip before sucking the silicone into your mouth, taking it as far as it’ll go before coming back for air, dropping a pool of saliva onto the now slick material.

“Your punishment? Or the fact that you needed to be locked up in the first place?”

You sink down onto the dildo again, bobbing up and down slowly, putting in your best work while maintaining eye contact with him the entire time.

His hips rock slightly, not with enough force to make you pull away, but not hard enough to get any sort of pleasure. He squirms, white knuckling the sheets that lay beneath him as he endures your sweet torture.

Your hand reaches down to fondle his balls once more, causing another groan to choke its way out of his throat.

“God-“

You moan around the plastic dick, the dampened vibrations blooming in Leon’s navel. Unrestrained, his hand reaches toward your head, preemptively trying to guide your wanting mouth further and further on the dildo.  You swat him away, pulling off the cock with a small wet pop.

“You better start fucking begging.”

You kiss down the shaft of the dildo and over his cage before you reach his testicles, going back and forth between kissing each one while your fist moves back to stroking.

“Baby-“

“I said fucking beg, Leon!” You demand.

"Please, baby, fuck, please let me cum.”

“I’m not so sure you deserve it,” you suckle one of his balls into your mouth, moaning around it.

His back arches wildly now, his plump ass a good few inches into the air. Your fingers are met with his own as he jerks the dildo messily, tightening your grip on the material as pleas and whimpers fall from his lips in quick succession.

You ponder his words for a moment, suckling on the skin as he bargains for your compliance. You can see he’s at the end of his rope, his teeth digging into the skin of his lower lip as he holds back the orgasm he so desperately craves.

“Cum for me, pet,” and with one final suck that hollows out your cheeks, he’s twitching in your mouth, the reflexes in his hips jerking slightly. His seed oozes in between the slits on the cage, effectively soiling himself.

Your smirk down at him as his high begins to wane.

“Think you’ve finally learned your lesson, Leon?”

[badbarbiedollxx]

have just uploaded some brand new and exclusive content to my premium fan clubs…. 🌶️ Insanely hot, insanely mind blowing and insanely addictive 😈

[gothghostiie]

Oh to hump Ale's bulge during no nut November

oh EVIL

this whole no nut November think was just a joke for ale but his competitive and stubborn nature makes him want to go through with it, no matter what. he didn't take into account what a fucking tease you'd be, rubbing up against his bulge while sitting on his lap, making him hard. he's muttering warnings and gripping your hips but why would you care? you're not the one who isn't allowed to cum :3

[waitingandwishing]

WHO WILL PRAY FOR YOU?! WHEN YOUR BODIES GONE? 😫❤️

i dunno abt you but nerdy prudes must die has consumed my life once again and im thinking about adding a line into one of the things im writing

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 20

Warnings: Sexual Themes, BDSM, Chastity, Dollification

Prompt: Chastity + Dollification

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Price

The rest of Kinktober

Notes: This actually has two versions, I couldn't pick!

The bedroom was bathed in the soft glow of dim lighting, shadows dancing across the room as you stood before the mirror. Every detail of your reflection was meticulously crafted under John’s watchful eye. His hands moved with precision, adjusting the delicate restraints around your wrists and ankles, the satin ribbons tight enough to remind you of their presence, yet gentle enough to avoid discomfort. You watched yourself in the mirror, perfectly dressed, each element selected by him. You were his creation—his doll to admire.

“You’re beautiful like this, love,” John’s deep, gravelly voice cut through the stillness, his words deliberate and soothing. His eyes locked onto yours in the reflection as he stood behind you, his presence both commanding and protective. "So still, so perfect."

Your lips parted, but no words escaped. The weight of the chastity device locked in place around your hips was a constant reminder of his control—his presence. The agreement between the two of you was unspoken, built on trust and complete surrender. Every inch of you belonged to him tonight, molded to his desires, but not yet touched, not fully explored.

John’s fingers slid up your arm, a slow and deliberate caress that sent ripples of anticipation down your spine. His touch was light, just enough to make your skin tingle, but never enough to satisfy. He took his time, tracing every curve, grazing over your form like an artist perfecting his masterpiece. “Such a good doll,” he whispered, lips grazing your ear, sending warmth cascading through you. “Made to follow orders, aren’t you?”

The only response you were permitted was a slight nod. Your breathing was shallow, the need inside you growing with every teasing pass of his hands. He was careful, never venturing to the places you so desperately wanted his touch. The chastity device pressed against you, a constant reminder that your release was not yours to take—it was his to grant.

He took a step back, his eyes dark with desire, admiring the work he’d put into you. His gaze swept over your restrained form, taking in every detail—the way your skin glistened under the soft light, the way the restraints accentuated the stillness he commanded. “Not a word, love,” he ordered, his voice firm, resonating with authority. “Dolls don’t speak.”

You stood, perfectly posed, your heart racing in your chest. Every nerve in your body was alive, vibrating under the weight of his gaze. John circled you slowly, like a predator taking in his prey, his eyes lingering on every inch of skin he had claimed for himself. The silence between you was heavy, but you dared not break it. No begging, no pleading—just waiting, silently, for his permission.

When he leaned in again, it wasn’t to release you from the tension but to draw it out further. His lips pressed a soft kiss against your shoulder, a fleeting warmth that only heightened the chill of the anticipation clinging to your skin. “Soon,” he murmured, his breath hot against your neck, the promise hanging between you like a tempting, unspoken reward. “But for now, you’re mine to enjoy, aren’t you?”

Another nod, small and obedient, as your body trembled under his scrutiny. Every second he made you wait, every touch that didn’t go quite far enough, built the tension higher. The chastity device locked around you seemed to grow heavier, a constant reminder of the denial he controlled. And yet, in the silence, in your perfect stillness, you could feel his approval—the way his eyes lingered, the pride in how well you obeyed.

“You’re everything I want right now,” John whispered, his fingers brushing along your collarbone, just shy of what you needed. He trailed his hand lower, ghosting over the fabric that concealed your skin, the promise of pleasure always just out of reach. “Such a beautiful doll. Always ready, always perfect.”

Your body yearned for more, but you stayed still. He had yet to give the command, and you knew better than to rush him. The weight of his control made every touch more potent, every whisper more electric. You didn’t need words. You were exactly what he wanted—a beautiful, perfect doll, waiting, always waiting, for him.

“Not much longer,” he promised, his voice a soothing balm over the raw ache of your need. His hands stilled on your waist, his thumb brushing over the satin ribbon, an almost unconscious act of affection. “You’ve done so well, love. So patient. Just a little more.”

John’s hands trailed lower, fingertips ghosting over your hips, but he never allowed himself to fully indulge. His self-restraint was palpable, a silent reminder of the game you both played. He leaned closer, his breath warm on the back of your neck, and whispered, “Tonight, you’re my doll. I can admire you, touch you, enjoy you. But only as much as I decide.”

Your body shivered in response, every nerve alight with anticipation. You could feel the weight of his hands lingering just above your thighs, the places where you craved him the most. The chastity belt pressed even more firmly against your skin, a constant reminder of the restraint you were under. The pleasure, like the moment itself, was suspended—held just out of reach, teasing you with the possibility of release but never quite delivering.

John chuckled softly, sensing your frustration, and pulled you closer against him, his hands possessive but still controlled. “Oh, love,” he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing your ear. “You’re so eager. But we both know this is part of the game, don’t we? You like being kept like this, don’t you?”

Another slight nod. The only answer you were allowed.

He continued to caress you, his hands exploring every inch of your restrained body, enjoying the way you trembled under his touch. But he always held back, always stopped just before the moment of release, leaving you aching for more.

“Such a good girl,” he whispered, his voice thick with approval. “So patient. So obedient.”

His praise sent warmth flooding through you, your body alight with need, but still, you held on. The promise of pleasure hovered in the air, just out of reach, and yet you knew—knew that when he finally granted it, it would be worth every moment of waiting.

John kissed your neck softly, his lips lingering against your skin as his hands roamed over you, but the chastity device stayed locked in place, a barrier between you and the release you craved. And in that moment, you were exactly what he wanted: his perfect doll, obedient, still, waiting for his command.

“Soon,” he whispered again, his voice a soothing lullaby against the storm of your desire. “But not yet.”

And in the stillness of the room, with his hands and lips ghosting over your trembling form, you knew you could endure just a little longer—for him.

The soft glow of the candlelight flickered in the dim room, casting dancing shadows across the walls. You sat on the edge of the bed, the delicate fabric of your lace dress whispering against your skin. John Price, your commanding officer and lover, leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, an approving smile playing on his lips as he took in the sight of you.

“Ready for tonight, love?” he asked, his voice low and smooth, sending a shiver down your spine.

You nodded, feeling a rush of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip in anticipation. Price pushed himself off the frame and walked over, his heavy boots making soft thuds against the wooden floor.

He reached out, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “You look absolutely enchanting, but you know the rules.”

You gulped, remembering the chastity device you wore. It was a reminder of your submission, a symbol of Price’s control over you. “I do,” you whispered, your heart racing.

“Good. I expect you to behave like the perfect little doll tonight.” His tone was playful yet commanding, and it sent a thrill through you.

With deliberate movements, he knelt before you, his hands resting on your thighs. “Do you remember how we talked about dollification? About embracing your inner doll?”

You nodded, recalling the way he had described the sensation of being his perfect little doll, molded and shaped to his desires. It made you feel vulnerable and exhilarated at the same time.

“Tonight, I want you to embody that.” His hands slid up your thighs, his fingers tracing the fabric of your dress, exploring the soft curves of your body. “You’ll be my little plaything, and you’ll do everything I say.”

“Of course, Daddy,” you replied, a playful smile creeping onto your lips. The title felt natural between you, one that signified trust and intimacy.

Price smirked, his gaze darkening with desire. “Let’s get started, shall we?”

He stood up, pulling you with him, and guided you to the center of the room. He retrieved a small box from the bedside table and opened it to reveal a collection of delicate accessories. Each item was meticulously crafted, designed to enhance your doll-like appearance: pastel ribbons, lace gloves, and a stunning pair of porcelain-like heels.

“Put these on,” he instructed, handing you the items one by one. As you slipped into the shoes, the heels elevating your stature, you felt a rush of confidence. Price watched closely, his eyes gleaming with approval as you transformed into his perfect doll.

Once you were adorned, he stepped back, admiring his handiwork. “You look exquisite. But I think we need to add one final touch.” He pulled out a delicate choker, adorned with a small key charm that symbolized your chastity.

As he fastened it around your neck, the weight of it settled heavily on you. “This is your reminder,” he said, his voice dipping into a low growl. “You’re mine, and only I hold the key to your pleasure.”

A delicious heat bloomed in your core as you met his gaze, feeling the familiar rush of submission wash over you. You felt both restrained and liberated by the choker, the chastity device a constant reminder of your shared dynamic.

“Now, let’s see how well you can follow instructions,” he said, his voice dripping with authority. “I want you to stand perfectly still and remain silent until I say otherwise.”

You obeyed, standing tall and proud, your heart racing as you embraced the role he had created for you. Price circled around you, his presence both comforting and dominating.

“Good girl,” he murmured, leaning in close to whisper in your ear. “You look so lovely like this. Just a doll for me to play with.”

As he began to tease and touch you, every brush of his fingers felt electric against your skin, igniting a fire within you. But the chastity device remained in place, denying you the pleasure you craved.

“Tonight is about control, darling,” he reminded you, his voice a seductive purr. “You’ll learn to enjoy the anticipation. Your pleasure will come, but only when I decide.”

The sensation of being his perfect doll, crafted for his desires, enveloped you like a warm blanket. You surrendered fully, trusting him to take you on this exhilarating journey.

Hours passed, each moment filled with teasing touches and whispered commands. You felt a mix of frustration and exhilaration as he controlled your body and desires, molding you to his will.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he stepped back, a satisfied grin on his face. “You did well, my little doll. Now, it’s time to reward you.”

He reached for the key, and your heart raced as he unlocked the chastity device. The rush of freedom was intoxicating, but you knew the true reward lay in his hands.

With a knowing smile, he led you to the bed, where he would unleash all the pent-up desire, guiding you deeper into the world of dollification and chastity. Tonight, you would be his perfect plaything, and you couldn’t wait to see where it would take you both.

[aaron-m-geist-ff]

I’ve been eating up all these zodiac matchups so far and I’ve decided to finally put my big girl pants on ask for one of my own. I think I mighta mentioned it in a comment but I’m a taurus girl ♉️ ✨

The thought of a food kink jjk imagine has been plauging my mind lately so I thought I’d pass on the idea if that’s something you’d like to include

-love, June 💗🍓

Hey there, June bug! I was waiting for you to finally send in a request and I am so happy that you did 😄 obviously I had to let you cut in line to the VIP section because you have been supporting me for so long ;)

(don’t worry everyone, I will get to the rest soon! I love answering these match-up requests and thank you to everyone who sends asks 😊🩷)

And oooh a food kink? Naughty.

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You got…🥁🥁🥁

Mahito! You’re welcome

“M-mahito… It’s intense-“ your voice came out in a soft tone. You were hesitant to hear yourself speak, hating how weak and compliant you sounded. It could actually be quite difficult for you to relinquish control. As a Taurus woman, you can be quite stubborn and strong-willed. You don’t want anyone to see you in a vulnerable state. You desperately tried to hide your blushing face, covering your lips with your hand. You felt ashamed for enjoying this.

Mahito met your vulnerable eyes. He kept a cool and focused expression as he shook the whipped cream can again. At first, this started out as a joke. The two of you had been laughing and spraying the cream onto each other. But now?? Mahito was extremely serious about it. He had you lying upon the mattress, straddling your hips to make sure that you couldn’t get up.

“Calm down.”

Mahito’s tone was firm. He gave you another serious glance.

“I want to lick these pretty tits of yours, fleshlight.”

He began to spray the whipped cream onto your chest. The cool sensation caused you to whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt your nipples get covered completely. Mahito’s tone of voice made your arousal spike. He was being extremely dominant with you. It made your mind short circuit, torn between being stubborn and submitting.

You chose the latter.

“Mh!” You moaned when you felt that warm and slick tongue roll over one of your sensitive buds. It swirled around it, lapping up the creamed sugar effortlessly. Mahito latched onto your nipple then, sucking on it gently.

“M-Mahi,” you whimpered. “Please-“

You had no idea what you were begging for. A part of you wanted him to stop. It felt so fucking intense, your breasts were extremely sensitive from how turned on you were. But the other part of you wanted him to continue. It felt good in some ways.

“Shhh,” Mahito hummed. “No stopping right now.”

He began to seductively lick the cream off of your chest, flattening his tongue against your warm skin. You nearly cried from what he said. Mahito didn’t intend on giving you a break any time soon. That scared you. Your nipples could get very sensitive from too much attention. He was being sweet about it right now, but you knew Mahito too well. He could be very sadistic at times.

“This cream is so good, y/n. Even better than your little human pussy.”

Mahito said it so nonchalantly. His words felt like a stab in the back. You started whining wordlessly, a hand still clasped over your mouth. You couldn’t handle this. You needed praise, and Mahito knew that. He knew what he was doing, that manipulative sadist.

“Oh? She doesn’t like being insulted, hm?”

Mahito had moved his hand to cup your pussy through the fabric of your panties. He squeezed you there carefully, which made your clit throb with need.

Goddammit. Why was it so hot when Mahito would give your genitals pronouns?? You were starting to think that there was something seriously fucked up about yourself.

“N-no…” you choked. You tried to thrust against Mahito’s hand, attempting to get some more sensation. But Mahito withdrew from touching your special place.

“Such an impatient girl. Maybe I should get a chastity belt for you next time. That way your needy pussy can’t interrupt me when I’m trying to enjoy my snack.”

Mahito grinned, poking out his tongue to lick another long stripe up your exposed chest. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. A..chastity belt?? Your face heated up so fucking quickly. You had never felt so embarrassed in your life.

“N-no chastity belt,” you begged. “Can’t take that…”

Mahito sighed. He ran a single finger over your panty-clad pussy to tease you. You shivered and flinched from the soft touches.

“Well,” he began. He sounded incredibly logical as he spoke.

“Your little clit is to blame for that. If she gets too impatient, then I will have to punish her. Understand?”

Goddamn. You were so fucking wet. For some reason, this was all turning you on so much. It felt scandalous and wrong, which made your heart race from the thrill of it all. You nodded, gasping when you felt Mahito’s tongue gathering the cream around your other nipple.

“I…understand!”

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Sebastian’s Seduction

AKA, the line Seb uses before your first time. (I can’t write - someone please use this line in a fic and let me know)

[xstarkillerx]

me when donnie writes nasty dom smut about how tyrannical anakin can be as a sexual partner bcos he’s traumatized and deranged 📸📸📸

yes this is about your chastity ashtray bit

aye yai yai imagine what you’d go through if he caught you trying to rub yourself hopelessly using the very contraption he forced you in

i wonder what you did to deserve being put there in the first place asmsksmdmxm 😵‍💫😵‍💫

Read this at 2:00am when I was supposed to be up by 4:00am, I've since taken time to mull things over🧘 spoiler... he get's meaner (implied consent). Oh and if you're a smoker, pretend you're not, for the next 973 words (I really didn't mean to end up writing that much)

Cruel and Unusual Punishment (ramble)

So yeah I reeeeally feel like I can see the look on his face when he sees you, like it's right there in my minds eye OK. His eyes are dark, but the corners of his mouth twitch the way they do when he's holding something back, you know, a smile, a witty remark, some vulgar thing on the tip of his tongue, whatever. But he's amused by you, so he takes a seat on one of the chairs in the room and you're left tentatively rocking your hips against whatever you were humping a minute ago. Because really, what's more embarrassing, stopping because you've been caught or continuing with him in the room? The answer is, being unsure of which action will get you into more trouble and he loves that he can see it on your face.

You feel a push against the curve of your spine though, warm but ghostly in the way the force always feels, and it guides your hips forward. Back. Forward. Back. And of course you still don't feel anything, but the motion is provocative enough to get you lost in it for a moment. When you risk a glance at him though, he isn't looking at you; he's got one hand up to use the force, but his eyes are focussed on the lighter burning the end of the cigarra between his lips. He doesn't often smoke. It's a prop more than anything, something to further sour him for you when he feels like being mean.

You avert your eyes before he gets the chance to look at you again. You hear him stand and loom closer. His force grip migrates to your hip and you can feel the indentation of each finger now, bruising, biting with dull phantom nails. The burning smell grows stronger. It's in your hair now as he blows it above your head.

There is still no sensation, but a growing ache in your torso, a pit in your stomach, and Anakin's flesh hand ghosting its touch at the small of your back. It travels up your body, a gentle threat between the shoulder blade, then neck, splaying into an open-hand cradle of the base your skull. His fingers travel up. You know it's coming; he clenches a fist full of your hair and roughly drags it back. Gasping, neck exposed, lips parted, gyrating like a fucking whore, you know you must look pathetic to him. His smile is sickly as he plucks the ciggara from his lips and places it between yours.

"Smoke it." He taunts. He knows you don't smoke, he knows you fucking hate it but his grip on your hair gets tighter and his head tilts expectantly. He's serious. The coughing fit is immediate and uncontrollable. The ciggara falls, barely missing your bare thigh causing you to flinch and yet his fist doesn't budge. The sharp pain in your outstretched throat grows with every cough, unsoothed by the string of kisses Anakin has begun trailing up the expanse of your pulsing neck.

"Again," he whispers in your ear, taking the ciggara and placing it between your lips once again, "deeper."

"Ani-" you choke in protest between fits of coughing. He doesn't acknowledge you, pre-occupied with entertaining himself with your body: kissing, biting, sucking, groping. Anakin takes a moment to reposition himself, now sitting on the bed he cradles your wheezing frame, your back against his chest.

"one more, please baby, just one more," his voice is gentler than his hands, bordering on pleading as the cold fingers of his metal hand play with your tits. He feels your chest expand as you relent and take a deep drag, and revels in the immediate shudder of another coughing fit. It hurts. It hurts so fucking bad. Your lungs reject every desperate grasp for oxygen, you're sure you're almost purple but the coughs just keep coming.

Anakin buries his face in your hair, leaving kisses across your sore scalp. Gentle, gentle, every kiss, every touch, every sound of sympathy has turned so gentle and your heaving body can't make sense of it. What is he playing at?

"Now," he says, "say sorry." but you can't, not through the coughing, not with the lack of air in your lungs. He brushes the now tangled mess of hair out of your face.

"Say you're sorry," he repeats, colder, more demanding, but you can't even attempt it right now because your lungs are screaming and it makes your eyes sting with tears. You understand the game he's playing now and it's a fucking cruel one.

He's got a hand on your throat now, feeling every muscle move and contraction as the coughing fit finally wears down, his eyes say it for him. Tell me you're fucking sorry, or you'll regret it.

"I'm sorry," you finally muster. Still horse, still sore in the throat.

"For what?" He's rubbing salt into the wound.

"Trying to touch what doesn't belong to me," you can only get it out above a whisper, but Anakin seems to soften after that. The hand at your throat trails upward and gently cups your face, urging you to turn around and look at him. His lips twitch with a ghost of a smile at your tear-filled red eyes and the drool threatening to leak from your bottom lip. He's satisfied with the mess he made out of you.

"Throat hurt?" He asks, sounding just shy of concerned. You nod your head, too sore, too dry, to embarrassed to utter a word. "Open," he urges, his thumb brushing your reddened lips that part for him. Anakin leans in close before spitting right into your mouth and pushing you off of him. As he stands he finds the discarded ciggara and carelessly puts it out on the table.

" If I catch you doing that again, I'll put it out on your skin."

Anakin leaves the room.

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