#OVERSTIM

[subbyenbybunny]

Tie my legs spread open and make me hold my clit exposed while you slap and pinch and torture it. if I let go or try to block you, slap me and hit it harder. Mocking me for how turned on I get.

When you're done torturing it, and it's all sore and puffy, strap a vibe to my poor clit and leave it on high until you've had enough of my pathetic noises

[woofterror]

sad little puppy laying on his tummy with his face pressed into the blankets, trying not to scream while getting fucked over and over, leaving a pathetic little puddle between his thighs, then forced to use a suction toy on his screaming boyclit until he safewords and is cuddled and pet to sleep. heaven on planet earth

[casualpeachmiracle]

Not ootd because I’m sick 😞 it’s not too bad, here’s a quick photo from my shower

[enby-cuntboy]

i wanna be overstimulated against my will until i'm crying. all my holes stuffed with vibes turned up to the max, tied up with a wand against me, nipple clamps tight. maybe just left there and blindfolded to have orgasm after orgasm.

[twinkletfout]

Overstimulating Choso is the best thing everr!

He had his head thrown back, his eyes tightened shut, brows frowned as he tried to sit upright but failing miserably, he could feel all the strength in him leaving as he peaked his orgasm. You were watching everything, the way he bit his lips when you take him so deep inside your throat, how his thighs tremble when you tease below the cockhead, the place he loves the most. You giggle when he calls out that it's too much. "Im gonna cum, baby! imgonncum, imgonncum,"

you looked up at him from below, from in between his thighs, your big wide eyes drinking down each and every expression that flashes across his face as you gave faint kisses down his shaft till his balls, as you continued stroking him. "Shhh, i got you, hmm?" You hummed, feeling his abs tense up, breathing heavily "baby, fuck-,, im cummin'!" His hips thrust into your hand as the first rope of cum hit on your lips, his eyes were completely shut, the creases on his brows evident.

And you? You watched him. You pussy tinkled and clenched at that erotic sight of your boyfriend feeling good because of you. As the last drop of cum dripped down, his hips instinctively thrust into your hand, as he slumped down on the bed. But before he could catch his breath, your grip on him tightened, stroking it up and down hard. His eyes shot up, looking down at you. His thighs started trembling uncontrollably

"wait- hah- fuck! I already came! Baby i cant!—" his hands came up to stop your hand from moving it, wrapping around your wrist. "Please..!- mmn!" His hips jerked up when you suddenly went down on him, swirling your tongue around, bobbing up and down. You could feel yourself getting even more wet at the loud whimper he let out. When you looked up at him, tears pricked his eyes, pouring down his cheeks. You quickly let go as you got up in worry, "cho, im sorry, are you—"

"dont stop." He said, while the tears were still dripping down his face. Your hands found his cock again but this time you sat on top of him as you kept on stroking him behind you, could feel him throbbing against your ass. His teary eyes met yours, as he leaned in for a kiss, capturing your lips as he moaned into your mouth, "fuck-" he muttered. "Im cummin again, ma" and gosh he did, it throbbed and twitched between your ass cheeks before he erupted, painting your ass with his cum, as it dripped down to mix with your slick.

[lorasdolly]

wife ambessa medarda x reader dacryphilia overstim? :3

𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀

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𝗖𝗪: 𝗱𝗮𝗰𝗿𝘆𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮, 𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗺, 𝗲𝘁𝗰

Ambessa entered the room slowly, opening a creak to watch as you squirmed, a vibrator placed inside your panties, nearing your third orgasm.

She had left you there to supposedly grab water, tears streaming down your face, a whimpering mess. Ambessa chuckled softly, cooing soft words as she approaches you.

"Awh, dearest," She begins, noticing how you didn't attempt to remove the vib. Her hand reaches to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, observing how you squirmed beneath her. "So good, dear, didn't even think of not being good, hm?"

You nodded, arms instantly coming to hold her against you. "Too much— 'Bessa please!" You whined, voice cracking. "How many have you given me, dear?" She asked softly, gathering you in her lap, the friction applying more pressure on the vibrator and you.

"Three— three, 'Bessa, need you, please," Your words were nearly incoherent babbles, your manicured nails digging into her shoulders with desperatation.

Ambessa had a smirk on her face, wiping all your tear, "I think you could take a few more? No?" She watched as the streams of tears increased, your back arching off of her,

Her lips kiss and lick the tears from your cheek, humming at the salty taste. "You know, these tears aren't convincing me otherwise." You whined, shaking your head desperately.

"You look... incredibly pathetic, dearest." She spoke lovingly yet her tone was condescending. "Crying, cumming, you name it." She reached for the waistband of your panties, her hand slipping under it.

You imagined she decided to finally give you some relief, take care of you herself, but instead she presses the intensity higher. A choked sob comes from your throat, moaning and whimpering at the sensation.

"There we go.." She gently grabbed your chin to stare at every little reaction you gave her. Your little bounces on her lap, the nearly fifth orgasm finding you.

"Stop— need you, instead, please—" your begging nearly fell on deaf ears, but she sighed softly, still some kindness within her heart for her wife. She allowed you to orgasm once again and then removed the vibrator before you could even ride the high, watching as your sopping hole clenched around nothing and your thighs tried to shut.

"Want 'Bessa to fuck you instead?" She teased, treating you like a clueless child instead of the adult you are. Her hand caresses your cheek softly, cooing and awh-ing. "You'd prefer 'Bessa to make you senseless rather than an unnecessary vibrator?"

You were too far gone to realize the mockery behind her words, truly and thoughtlessly nodding your head frantically. You rambled, "Yes— yes please, 'Bessa, need it," Your words and tears were nearly never ending till she cut you off with her lips.

They crashed onto yours, licking your lips so you'd part them. After a minute of her tongue exploring your mouth, she pulled away with a string of saliva.

Her arms wrap around your waist and lay you down on the bed. Her lips kiss on your navel, then down to your hips. Her teeth tugged on the hem of the panties, letting your hands wander to her hair and softly tug.

"Let me reward my wife for being so good," She mumbled against your pelvis, her teeth beginning to tug the panties down. You nodded in agreement, eyebrows knitting together. (quick fourth wall breaking, i was imagining this; 😣)

Her hands then slipped them off your ankles, kissing your wet cunt softly. The pecks turned into open-mouthed, sloppy kisses, her tongue slathered on your folds.

She inserts one thick middle finger into you, groaning at how wet you were, sending a shiver through your core. She curls it into your velvety walls, your noises encouraging her to suckle on your clit.

Her movements were calculated instead of messy, staring up at you through her lashes so she could watch the salty tears stream down your face. She watched as your lips parted, a sentence at the tip of your tongue but too lost in the sensations to get your words across.

She chuckled against your cunt, her pace increasing and inserting another finger. She pumped them in and out, angling them into your g-spot.

Your back arched off the bed, moans and squelches bouncing off the walls. Your hips bucked against her hair and your hands tugged at her hair. You were practically using her to make yourself feel good, your thighs crushing her face between them. She felt as if it was deserved after taking everything previous so good.

An orgasm crashed against you, squirting on her face and fingers. She removed her mouth, her fingers still slowly pumping in and out of you to ride your high.

Your thighs shut on their own instantly, too overstimulated at the moment. "Isn't 'Bessa so good to you? Making you cum all over her face?" You nod shakily, her hand coming to grab your jaw and redirect your gaze onto her. "Use your words, dear, you're lucky I don't punish you for being so selfish," She spoke tenderly but the words had a different connotation.

You'd nod, "Yes— 'Bessa made me feel so good, like always," Your arms wrapped around her neck, skin-to-skin contact. Her glare softens, a huff leaving her lips as she returns the embrace.

She nibbles on your neck, "Love you, dear, quite a lot."

[jesuschristt-thatsaprettyface]

craving someone’s face between my legs holding my hips down until i come all over their mouth and then squirming to get away but they just tighten their grip on me and keep devouring me until im whimpering and crying and pleading for them to stop but then oh wait it’s starting to feel good again okay maybe just a little longer

[maria818noctis]

[sugusatodyke]

Pillow princesses getting eaten out by their butch until over stimulation. They can't do anything but take it because each time they tell their butch it's too much, they just get laughed at and continue to eat out the princess out beyond overstimulation

[casualpeachmiracle]

Im all ready for you to take advantage of me in my sleep 🥰

[enby-cuntboy]

btw edging is best for trained subs. overstim is the best way to get one trained. let them have a taste of what they love before you give too much of it then take it away. they're so needy when you tease them and work them up afterwards but whenever they cum they know it's going to be until they can't take it anymore.

[whimsicallesbian]

Oh you have insomnia? I’m sorry darling, here let me make you cum over and over and then overstimulate you till you’re too exhausted for those thoughts to keep you up anymore and you can get the sleep you deserve 💕

[ivyyisbored22]

𝐁𝐈𝐆 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞—𝘓𝘦𝘦 𝘒𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘹 (𝘧𝘦𝘮) 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

A Stray Kids drabble

Synopsis: Look what wearing that little skirt got you to...

Warnings: SMUT🔞. Overstimulation, squirting, use of a vibrator, mean!Minho, pet names, slight choking(?), name calling (slut. But only once).

Minors do not interact!!!

Note: Just a quick random drabble that came to my mind when I was bored in class. No plot really, just smut lmfao.

If this isn't your thing, you're more than welcome to skip it. Reblogs, likes, comments and feedbacks are always appreciated.

ɪ'ᴠᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴏꜰ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ɪᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ʙᴜᴛ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴘᴏᴛ ᴀ ᴍɪꜱᴛᴀᴋᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.

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𝑬𝑵𝑱𝑶𝒀!

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Lee Know has never questioned anything you do, especially your wardrobe. He lets you wear whatever you want because every time he says, “If anyone dares to look in your direction, I’ll make him regret his existence.” 

Which he has. 

But. Wearing that little skirt was a BIG mistake. Thinking that you could have him wrapped around your finger was another BIG mistake. And being stupid enough to show off that skirt as if you weren’t already owned by him—mind, body and soul—in front of his friends to make him a little jealous was the BIGGEST mistake of all.

Because now look at you, sitting with your back pressed flush against him, legs open, hands tied behind, his hand around your neck and your pussy being abused by your favourite vibrator.

Oh, and wearing nothing but that little skirt. 

“Minh— please—” you whined, trying to regain your lost voice while you were shaking, writhing, the intense buzzing of the vibrator only increasing by the second. 

But he didn’t care for your pleas or your cries. “If you’re gonna act like a bratty slut, I’ll treat you like one honeypie,” he cooed, the nickname falling out of his mouth teasingly.

He was mean and ruthless, letting the buzzing wand continue its assault while he stroked your swollen, tender clit with agonizing pressure that had you squealing. Your juices have soaked the sheets beneath you, he pulled one orgasm after another, without giving you time to breathe or process it, you even lost count of it. 

Your body trembled, pussy throbbing and thighs shaking against him as he kept you spread open, completely at his mercy.

A pleased hum rumbled against your ear, his breath warm as he pressed his lips to your flushed cheek. His fingers trailed up your belly, featherlight, teasing, setting every nerve on fire. “You wanted my attention so bad, and now you can’t even use your words?”

A strangled whimper left your lips, your wrists pulling helplessly against the restraints behind your back. His grip on your throat tightened just slightly, making your head spin. 

“You know, for someone who put on a whole show in this little skirt, you’re awfully quiet now,” he mused, his tone dripping with menace and pinched your peaking nipple. “Where’s that confidence, baby? Thought you could have me wrapped around your little finger?”

You shook your head rapidly, your back arching against him as another wave of pleasure hit you like a crashing tide. “I— I was wrong, Minho,” you gasped out, your voice wrecked.

Minho chuckled lowly, and the deep, indulgent sound made your toes curl. “Good girl. Have you learned your lesson?” he murmured, kissing the shell of your ear before biting down gently, making you shudder.

His hand skimmed down to your thigh after teasing your sensitive nipples, gripping it firmly as he finally—finally—turned the vibrator down just a fraction, letting you breathe. You sagged against him, your head falling back onto his shoulder, eyes fluttering.

But the reprieve was brief.

With a flick of his wrist, the vibrations surged back to full intensity, making you jolt in his grasp, a sharp cry leaving your lips.

“Ah, ah, not yet,” he tutted, his fingers tightening and digging onto your soft skin as he kept you locked against him.

Tears leaked out of your eyes as you squirmed, his fingers pressing against your puffy clit in tight, deliberate circles. The pressure was unbearable, the dual stimulation sending shockwaves through you.

The overwhelming sensation tipped you over the edge again and again, yet left you teetering just out of reach. He was so mean, so unbearably cruel, but you couldn't have it any other way.

“m’sens—sensitive, Minho please—”

You sobbed his name, barely able to form words anymore, completely undone in his hold. 

A new wave of release climbed up your spine and left you reeling, your back arched when the knot snapped, the vibrator left your sloppy hole and a gush of liquid spasmed out of you. 

You couldn't hold back the loud cathartic cry and Minho's grip softened completely as he watched you come hard and crumble against him, so utterly spent, it felt like you had nothing more left in your body.

You fell limp over Minho, chest heaving and feeling a pulse beat everywhere. 

“Oh, honeypie,” he cooed, his voice dripping with faux sympathy as he pressed a lingering kiss to the crown of your head, his fingers stroking your swollen, pulsing pussy and then untied your wrists. 

“All that attitude, and now look at you. My poor, dumb baby.”

His arms wrapped around you securely, pulling you flush against his chest. His fingers traced lazy circles along your spine, his touch suddenly turning gentle and soothing. 

You whimpered softly, too exhausted to form words, only able to nuzzle deeper into his warmth.

Minho smirked, feeling the damp trails of tears still clinging to your cheeks. With a sigh, he tilted your chin up, pressing sweet, featherlight kisses along your temple, brushing away the tear stains on your cheeks and ghosted over your lips.

Your lashes fluttered as he wiped away the remnants of your tears with his thumb, his gaze hooded but affectionate.

“Next time,” he murmured, his lips curving into a lazy grin, “think twice before trying to make me jealous, yeah?”

You barely managed a weak nod, too lost in the warmth of his embrace and the lingering buzz between your legs, your limbs tangled with his.

Minho only chuckled, holding you closer. “That’s my girl.”

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[hiimnothere1]

Imagine punishing a brat by tying them down and overstimming them with toys. They start off defiant and curse you while cumming a few times.

"F-Fuck you"

"I hate y-you"

"Y-You suck"

So you just sit there, keeping them nice and stimulated while they cum over and over again until they need to use you for support and start breaking.

"fuckfuckfuck"

"You're doing so good, darling. We'll keep going until you learn your lesson"

Until they start begging and apologizing for being a brat for no reason.

"pleasepleasepleaseimsorryitwonthappenagain"

When they're clearly overstimmed and tired but you just keep pushing them anyway.

"P-Please it's too much, I can't cum anymore" they'll whine and whimper

But you just keep going until they orgasm again.

"What are you talking about? You clearly can keep going, you liar"

So you punish them for "lying" to you with more overstimulation, watching them slowly spiral more out of control as their consciousness slips.

Completely an imaginary situation though