#cw overstim

[bwabys-scenarios]

Can you do one where kurapika asks his s/o to sit on his face while he eats them out?? If that's okay!

(Also this is my first request so I'm so sorry if it's not good😭)

“… come again?”

You as your boyfriend blushed furiously, tracing circles into your bare thigh. “D-don’t make me ask again…”

Kurapika pouted a bit, you weren’t used to seeing him this shy!

He had just looked up at you, his scarlet eyes shining and his face red as he asked you that question that had your cunt clenching around nothing.

“Sit on my face, princess.”

Your own cheeks grew warm, and you settled on top of him. Kurapika was quick to move into position, desperate to get to your pussy and taste you.

As you hovered over his face, he rubbed your thighs, gently pulling you closer. “I said sit, don’t hover. Sit on my face.”

With that you finally settled, feeling hsi tongue lap against your cunt before burying itself into your folds. His hot breath fanned against your warm cunt, making your clit twitch.

“K-Kurapika!”

You grabbed hold of his blonde locks, and he slowly guided your hips, helping you ride his face. Feeing your plump thighs squishing against your cheeks and your juices flow down his throat was the pinnacle of pleasure.

His cock twitched from the confines of his boxers, begging to be released, but he focused on your pleasant weight atop him, how your hips moved on your own now.

He nuzzled his nose against your clit, inhaling your sent as his tongue continued to fuck in and out of you. Soon he could feel you clenching around him, covering his face in your cum.

It took you a while to recover, but Kurapika wasn’t done with you yet. He continued to overstimulate your poor cunt until you were a blubbering mess, only able to buck your hips as he held onto your thighs, keeping you there.

Your brain was too fuzzy, pussy too desperate to be filled to protest when he finally settled you down and fucked into you, his cock now buried in your warmth.

He had never came so much before, but he shot koaf after load into you, his lips on your neck and shoulder sucking hard.

Kurapika was a hungry man, desperate to please you, even if it was to the point of tears.

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NSFW TAGLIST: @adissonsss @lightshowerrr @snugglyshoji @mssmil3y

[screampied]

i’m obsessed with ur fics and want to live inside your pretty little brain, you just write jjk characters so well 🫠

recently i’ve been thinking about choso having a bad day or something and just wanting to be taken care of, so now you’re nursing him while you jerk him off and he’s a whiny moaning mess and it’s so cute and when he thinks you’re done with him you get on top and ride him and he’s begging you to stop bc he can’t take anymore pleasure :( like i’m sick over this i need him so bad

❤︎ ໋𓈒 pleasing choso after a long day.

warnings. fem! reader, overstim, jerking choso off, pampering choso bc he deserves it, whiney choso, cowgirl, creampıe, praise, mdni + thank u sm !!!

“. . please,” choso would murmur in a frail weak tone, he sounded so drowsy, so needy. he’s barely through the door before he wraps his strong bulky arms around you. you giggle, being squished between his warmth before he buries his face into your neck. he gently runs his tongue against your collarbone before continuing to speak in muffled sentences. “missed you so bad. had a long day ‘n just need to . . need to unwind.”

you smile, stroking his back lovingly. “aw, bad day today, ‘cho?” you’d sweetly reply, feeling him shudder from your touch alone. despite you being so gentle, he was always so incredibly weak around you, including a simple few electric touches from you. “of course baby, i’ll help you.”

“can….you help me um,” and he’s struggling to get the words out. the two of you were finally secluded together in the large spacey bedroom. choso’s laid back, shirtless and heavy heaving breaths depart from his lips every few seconds. the more you stare at him the more he finds it hard to swallow the growing lump in his throat. “can you do the thing? like last time?”

you giggle, glancing at the poking tent in his boxers. “a handjob, baby?”

“…handjob,” he repeats, his eyes softening before a mere whine escapes from his throat. “oh … yeah, that. please,” and his lungs felt so clouded. with a hand running through his hair, he sighs cutely. “yes p-please. i wanna handjob. i’d do it myself but you always do it better, p-princess.”

choso was so cute, the way he was basically putty underneath your hands..

his words always trembled, he wanted you more than anything. he was always like this whenever he came home, so needy each and everytime for nothing more than your simple addicting touch.

“okay,” you’d comply, just a single word that pours from your lips alone was so seductive to him. he could listen to your voice all day. it was his own type of harmony, a song he’d love to listen to every day on repeat if he could.

your voice.

you reach beside him near the black short nightstand, grabbing a lube bottle before making sure to not waste any time.

you could tell by choso’s dilated pupils and his irregular rapid pants that he was growing more and more impatient as the time passed.

“wanna feel you s-so bad,” he whimpers, tensing a little from the way your hand springs out his length, lubricating around his pulsating cock.

you always made sure to be thorough— slicking every inch of him down with the liquid, starting from his swollen tip, then down towards his shaft, then his base. of course, his balls too. whenever you fondled with his fat puffy balls, choso would make such the cutest whines imaginable. “f-fuck, m-more. hurry, princess.”

“baby, don’t rush me,” you tease, sitting right beside him before pressing a sweltering hot kiss against his temple. he whimpers at your touch yet again, the softness of your lips having him in utter shambles. you made sure to have your dominant hand pay close attention towards the head of his dick, the most neglected sensitive spot. he inhales then exhales, gnawing at his lip before dark eyes of his stares up at the idle ceiling fan. “mhm. you’re so pent up, must have had a really rough day, hm?”

“so h-horrible,” he pouts, despite his voice being naturally deep and a bit gruff, the delivery of how whiney he was was just so cute. “i’m just glad i always come home to you. y-you always know how to make me feel better.”

you simper, your hand finally fully wrapping around his base before you start to give him a few solid pumps.

he moans, thickly swallowing the remnants of sweet syrupy spit that remain all in his mouth.

so so good..

you drove him crazy in the right ways possible. choso felt a sudden ringing sensation rigorously vibrate throughout his ears. he felt hot all over, radiating with a staggering high temperature of scorching boiling heat.

the tempo you had with jerking him off was a decent pace at first, gradually fisting his cock with each concise stroke—you occasionally glance up at choso who’s panting up a storm. “. . . . ugh,” he mewls out through gritted teeth, a hand of his own attempting to grab towards yours. “i wanna touch you t-too.”

“no choso,” you sneer, moving his hand away.

oh, the pout that suddenly spreads across his lips was so cute.

he’s giving you puppy dog eyes as if he’s questioning you a perplexed little, ‘huh?’ whilst you’re still stroking him at such a quickening pace, you make sure he keeps his hands to himself. “you wanted me to touch you, not choso, ‘kay? let me do everything, be a good boy for me.”

“i-i’m sorry, sorry,” he mutters in short breaths, finding your tone to be so hot. the twitch he feels in his dick only gets him more aroused. for a split second, you feel a vein that ran down the middle of his shaft pulse against your palm. “you’re right. ‘m gonna let you please me. gonna be a good boy ‘n keep my hands to m-myself.”

you peck a kiss against his hot cheek. “so good for me.”

“p-praise me more, please.” he whines.

“choso,” you giggle, and he was more needier than usual today. his voice grew a bit more high the faster you stroke him—his beefy thigh starts to bounce and bounce before he’s leaning back in pleasure. “you want more praises?”

he nods. “i- i do, your voice ‘s so hot, so s-sexy,” and his breathing abruptly hitches once you give him a sly smile. “not the right word, that was inappropriate— i- i mean, attractive. your voice when you praise me ‘s so attractive, i want more.”

the way he corrects himself from his choice of words was adorable.

whenever you gave choso a handy though, he’d never really last long regardless. choso would usually only last a few good minutes, especially with your hand work, your techniques.. he was simply no match.

“i’ll praise you all day, baby,” you whisper, watching as he’s feeling himself get close. he’s so desperate to touch you. he wants to, to stroke himself with you, wrap his big hand against yours. choso bites his lip in anticipation— feeling how he’s steadily losing composure. immensely, he starts to feel his throat grow dry, the air felt richly thick and he starts to get more and more vocal. “close?”

“uh huh, uh huuh,” he nods, pretty long lashes of his squeezing shut. choso’s about to fall into that trance again, your speed had him losing his mind. in his mouth, he starts to salivate. you’re so steady and precise with your beats and pumps against his cock that he’s about to spiral completely. “princess, ‘m gonna make a mess. you’re gonna make me m-messy again.”

“be messy for me then,” you invigorate to him against his ear, playfully licking a stripe near the soft outer shell of his lobe. he shivers at that, so sensitive. again, if it was anything that could be considered as choso kamo’s weakness— it was your voice. “give it to me, c’mon ‘cho.”

he’s so hard, his dick was all slick and wet from the translucent colored lube running down the sides of his hefty shaft.

a shaky breath snatches out of choso’s mouth before his abs tense up.

a hand goes through his hair before he feels the pressure finally hit him. “shit, s-shitttt,” he whines, feeling the area of his frenulum pulse and pulse. he’s seeing pure splotches of white— once his climax comes, it takes merely everything out of him. static shoots out from his ears and he lets off a cute shriek. “a-ah.”

you stare at the mess he’d just paint on himself. a few spurts of his own sticky cum shoots against his tummy, right near his lower abdomen. choso’s eyebrows significantly lower before he lets off a cute, “phew..”

“want more?” you coo, unraveling your hand around his dick before staring at him— he returns your gaze with half-lidded dark eyes.

he nods, panting off a sweet desperate. “yes please.”

choso figured you were gonna stroke him off again, but his eyes briefly widen once you end up up making your way onto his lap. straddling him in such a lewdly titillating way, he gulps. the ringing throughout his ears reverberates louder before you align yourself against the wet tip of his cock.

he was so aroused, so needy, so in love..

being a half curse spirit— he’s never got to fully experience types of pleasure like this.

albeit, he was always grateful to you for being able to show him everything he was missing out on though. with his bottom lip quivering, he gasps once he feels you slowly sinking down onto his length, feeling the warm pool of heat introduce itself to his cock that’s gradually splitting you open.

“oh…..fuck,” he’d groan, and at this particular point, his voice grows a raspy low. hooded eyes stare at you, studying your every move. from fixating his pupils on your hips, your chest, and even your face— he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “y-you’re gonna ride me?”

“yes baby,” you throw your arms around him, pulling him into a deep sensual kiss. he’s panting, each breath feels like it’s gonna be its last with you. warm tongues tangle and tango amongst each other before you briefly suck on his. a whine pulls from his throat before he feels your hips start to jerk.

abruptly, choso pulls away, whimpering a sweet. “can— can i touch you now at least? please. f-fuck, can’t take it anymore princess.”

“touch me however you’d like, pretty boy,” you’d speak in a hushed tone, licking another long strike against his neck. he was so sensitive, his eyes were practically about to roll all the way back by this point. you’re easing your sloppy cunt down onto his length and his roughly textured hands grab against your hips. choso then spanks your ass, only to give it a mean squeeze afterward just to see you gasp. “like touching me, huh?”

“y-you know i do,” he pouts, feeling the deep stretch. it was so so good— mouth watering, a perfect way to describe his mouth at the feeling of your pussy taking him in in such a sloppy, erotic way. already, you were a bit soaked from earlier, coating his base with a candied gossamer ring of your slick arousal. “my god, my g-goddd.” he throws his head back once you start to move against him.

a few solid rhythmic thrusts and choso kamo was done for.

he stuffs you full of inches, you lean up close to his face to plant your lips against the bridge of his nose— softly smooching against the area where his darkened scar remained. pink wet lips of his quaver from that simple action and his grip against your hips only tightens.

clammy, sweaty hands guide your hips to fuck against him harder before his head leans back. “fuck me, f-fuck me, jus’ fuck me pleaseeee. can’t c-cum, don’t think i can come anymore.”

choso becomes more whiny, his voice starting to strain overtime and you feel your stomach briefly seizing from how deep he’s hitting you.

relentlessly, you’re moving against him so good that not even he can keep up with you. your pussy’s the perfect match for him, fitting nice and snug like a lock fits inside a key.

oh, but the grip..

the grip of your sopping wet cunt against his dick was so appetizing, he only wanted more. more more more, the squelching noises had him feral and by now, with a tight enough grip he’s helping you slam down against his lap. “hah, can’t . . ‘m not gonna cum again, baby, f-fuck. fuck me so good, i—i love you, love you ‘s much.”

“i love you too baby,” you moan yourself, pulling him back into a steamy kiss. his sweetened whines and whimpers pour right into your mouth, ravened strands of his hair sticking against his forehead like glue. choso was drenched in sweat, perspiring such amounts that it makes his skin glisten entirely. “yes you can,” you hum between sultry breaths, coating his entire face with your kisses. you watch as his eyebrows arch and he squeezes against your ass just a bit tighter. he loves the recoil— spanking your ass just to witness and see the jiggle, it had his dick twitching even more. “you can give me one more, know you can, baby.”

“f-fuck, you’re gonna make a mess outta me,” he whimpers. the way you grind against him has him going feral by the second. hot deep breaths wretch from his throat before his head goes back. he leans all the way back, washboard abs flexing and curling up. with a single finger of yours running down his sharp chiseled v-line, he nearly loses it. your touch, his ultimate weakness. “gonna c-cum again, ‘m gonna flood your pussy again, oh fuuuuck.”

with your arms still lazily thrown around him, choso hugs you tightly, pumping further into your gummy walls that clamp him down oh so good before he ends up cumming again. this time, inside. it’s so hot from the inside—your pussy was all toasty, balmy from every crevice of your walls and the addictive hold it has on him. he shoots a long thick rope into you, it comes out into satiny spurts, filling you up to the very brim.

choso’s reaction was so cute, he’s literally speechless, yet his grip against your ass doesn’t even lessen. his face was practically covered with strands of his hair, half lidded eyes and a pussy drunken smile curling against his thin crimson red lips. “i— oh my,” he hiccups, catching his breath for a moment. the entirety of his body felt a plethora of emotions— hot, cold, warm, all of it. for a moment, his eyes meet your gaze before he swallows, reaching down, swirling two fingers against your sloppy cunt. you moan, feeling him gather up a good amount of his own cum that oozes out of your hole before bringing it toward his lips. choso pops his fingers into his mouth, getting a good taste and he moans, still feeling himself deeply buried into your sweet cunt.

so filthy, tasting himself like that with no shame..

“taste okay?” you puff out, watching as he’s got his two digits stuffed all in his mouth. with a cute nod, he pulls you closer towards his broad chest before you slowly pull his fingers out his mouth. “good, because ‘m not done with you yet, baby. wanna see if you can give me one more. can you be a good boy ‘n do that for me?”

“i- i’ll be your good boy,” he pouts, moaning harmonically once your hips start to make haste, picking up again. “wanna be so good for you. promise i’ll give you one more. f-fuck, i love you.”

[writingfantaseas]

one domme... one switch... one sub?

the domme telling the switch to go harder as I'm fucked out on the bed, switch's strap fucking my sopping pussy. face buried in the sheets, dumbly calling out their names.

or getting told to watch whilst cockwarming. sit and watch, whilst the pair take care of eachother, needily squirming on a dildo but being told to sit still--it isn't my turn.

or being spitroasted on their straps, one in my mouth, the other in my cunt. shh, darling, you take us so well.

or on the pillows, overstimulated and desperate, fingers gripping at the sheets under me, my pussy being eaten out so well by the switch... but there's a catch--she doesn't stop until she cums, and the domme is edging her oh so prettily. i suppose we'll go until one of us gives out, or until she's good enough to cum.

[angelskills]

Can you do Choso reacting to the reader casually referring to him as their husband for the first time?

a/n: hello! thank you sm for requesting :) chosos reaction would be soo cute! I'm not sure if you wanted fluff or smut, so i added both! sorry for posting so late, also NOT PROOF READ!

"He's my husband"...

warnings: riding, teasing, p in v, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, doesn't pull out(birth control), whimpering, penetration, idk what else.

characters: choso, your friends

intro: your friend, Yumi, offers to go on a double date to catch up on your lives.

You and Choso have been engaged for about 3 months now. You guys dated for about 4-5 years until Choso finally proposed to you. You both agreed on moving in together after the proposal. You must admit that agreeing to move in together was the BEST decision ever. You always woke up to him making breakfast for both of you guys, you never went to sleep mad at him, and it was just... perfect.

Choso knew your friends. You always gossiped about them (not shit-talking, just about the drama they have) to him and he listened to every detail VERY well. He knew every single thing about your friends.

Since you guys haven't hung out in a long time, one of your friends, Yumi, wanted to go on a double date. She was all the way in California for about 4 months, meaning you both had a lot of catching up to do.

After trying to convince him, Choso finally agreed to go, you know he can't say no to you.

You guys were finally at the restaurant at a table for four, talking to Choso as you waited for Yumi and her date.

"Y/N!!" Yumi yelled out, running towards you.

You smiled, standing up from your seat to give her a hug. "New man every day, huh?" You whispered in her ears, teasing her. Yumi slightly pinched your arm before sitting down. There's nothing wrong with Yumi, just the fact you see her with different men every week, guess every man she meets is always a red flag.

"I hear you guys are engaged," Yumi speaks, looking at you and Choso.

"Mhm," You say wrapping your arm around Choso's, "He's my husband now."

Choso turned red. So red, that man was BLUSHING. His face went rosy-cheek. This was the first time you actually called him husband. Even though you guys have been dating and are now engaged, he has never heard you call him your husband. This was new to him.

While you, Yumi, and her date were talking and gossiping, all Choso could think about is the fact you called him your husband. Husband. Husband. 'My husband'. Those words rang in his ears. He couldn't get it off of his mind.

After eating, you and Yumi finally decided to go home. It was like, what, 12am now?

On the ride home, Choso didn't seem to talk as much. His face was red, red to the point you thought he had a fever.

"Bae? You okay?" You worry, placing your hand on his head to see his temperature.

Choso gulped, he was so embarrassed to tell you this.

"That's why you weren't talking the whole time?" You laugh, making fun of Choso, "Because I called you my husband?" You were lying on the sofa. Choso sat beside you, letting you place your legs on his lap. This might've been weird for you guys to do before, but you both did so many weird things together, that this didn't even mean anything.

Choso always gets flustered easily, and it wasn't making it any easier for him now that you were making fun of him.

"You never call me husband, it's a... it's a new thing." He mumbles, leaning on the sofa.

"Can you get me a glass of water, husband?" You teased, doing a silly face.

You calling him husband again, wasn't helping him, at ALL.

"Stop..." He cleared his throat, his eyebrows furrowing.

Hearing you say husband again and again turned him on so much. Especially with your voice, the word husband. He could feel the bulge in his pants. He palmed it, trying to hide his boner from you.

Sitting up, you were confused, why wasn't he saying anything? Until you noticed his hand on his crotch, you knew what was happening.

You smirked as you crawled on his lap, poking his hand for him to move it.

Choso gulped as you placed yourself right against the bulge in his pants. Choso's size was big. Big for someone like him. You nearly blacked out when you both first had sex. That dick was WORLD-ending.

He appears innocent, yes, the man who buys you flowers whenever possible, the man who chases and follows you around, the man who writes poems for you, is the same man who has you a moaning mess, dumb on his cock every time.

Tears were rolling down your face. Him and his fucking stamina. Choso was fucking you through your fourth orgasm. You were a fucked out mess on his lap. His hands were on your waist, lifting you up and then letting you drop on his cock. The pleasure was overwhelming for you, you were just babbling and moaning, not being able to speak a word. His length kisses your cervix with each one of his deep thrusts, his hands placed on your ass, and his fingers digging in your flesh. His thrusts made you see stars every time, had your toes curling, and made your eyes roll back.

"Hngh.. f-fuck." He whimpered, as he jerked his head back, his fingers digging in your waist, leaving marks.

You felt another orgasm build up inside of you, your hands were placed on Choso's shoulders as you were riding him. He's even noisier than you are at this point. Loud whimpers, groans, and expressions from your warm and wet pussy clenching around him so tightly. Your nails were leaving little red marks on his shoulder, which is like a reward to him because he knows that you're making him feel good.

You were so close to your orgasm. You managed to whimper out a whiny "Choso...!", your pussy clenching around him even tighter.

"Haah, holy s-shit..." His voice cracked as he was interrupted by whimpers, feeling you tighten around him.

You felt like you were in heaven, your orgasms around his cock made a little ring around it.

He sped up his pace, his thrusts now bruising your cervix, his grip on your waist tightening. Your eyes rolled back, his fast and deep thrusts blurring your vision.

"F-fuck... wanna s-see you milk my cock ple-ase baby, o-oh my god..!" He whimpered, breathing heavily.

That sweet innocent man was fucking you as if he hated you. He hit your G-spot again and again, finally making you cream around his cock.

His eyes almost rolled back after he felt you milk his length and tighten around him.

All it took was a few more deep thrusts before he finally reached his orgasm. He made sure to have his cock deep inside of you so he can fill you to the brim, thick ropes of cum spurting out of his cock as he painted your walls white.

After cooling down for a few seconds, he finally lifted you off of his cock. Giving you a little kiss before carrying you to the bathtub to help you get cleaned up.

[dr-morbidcuriosity]

Thinking about topping my bf again <3

I want to handcuff him to my barred headboard, have him lay himself down while I blindfold him carefully, stand on the side of the bed as I grab a roll of ducktape and watch him flinch as I yank a piece to put on his mouth.

And knowing him he’ll shoot back some sarcastic remark before fitting it on his mouth, grabbing him by the chin and slapping him carefully across the cheek to get him to behave.

Opening his legs and telling him to behave for me, and that he’s in safe hands, after all I am a doctor

Playing with his cock just to watch him squirm a little, spitting on his cunt hearing him whine before properly eating the poor thing out while he lays there trying to take it like the good boy he wants to be so badly.

And he can’t protest how rough or gentle I am, he’ll take whatever he’s given and he’ll be thankful for it. Pull after a moment to slap his cunt a few times just to hear his muffled scream under that tape.

“Does that feel good baby?”

Knowing he cannot respond, but I can tell in his voice how bad he wants to finish. Perhaps I’ll suck his cock enough to finish from that so I can clean up whatever mess he makes. Hover over his head as he pants from exhaustion, and rip the tape off just to hear him gasp. I want to ruin that man’s dignity

Cis people DNI | We are trans gay men

[needydarls]

fingering myself as i imagine myself bouncing on your dick at a rapid pace <3

[gothic-mothic]

how did narr even managed to survive outta there irl world before he found stanley again..? bet was confus- anyways, UR ART IS SO SILLYYY N SKOINKY /pos

CW: Panic attack, overstimulation, depersonalization, eyestrain

Begging tumblr to not send this post to the void again

Anyway, The Narrator wasn’t left alone for as long as Stanley was. He followed a familiar stream of thought to safety shortly after he arrived.

To say he was confused would be an understatement to say the least

Also thank you :]

[toxicanonymity]

Hi!! I was wondering, how would evolved raider react if he ever accidentally hurt sweet pea while having sex? Maybe he was being too rough with her or he accidentally overstimulated her to the point where she’s actually pulling away from his touch?

-Lummie

raider!Joel x f!reader, cw angst

⚠️ remember this is a dark character, not a bdsm practitioner in a healthy relationship.

Let's say he's soothing himself in a pussy eating trance that cannot be broken. You've had enough and squirm? He holds you down. Or, say he's fucking something out on you. If you struggle a bit, he might manhandle you. If you went ragdoll limp he could see your face and snap out of it. He'd stop, take a deep breath, wipe his hand down his face, search your eyes for what the damage is. "You okay?" Leans his forehead against yours. He could learn.

Let's say you go unconscious. First he would feel outside of himself. This can't be happening. This can't be real. It would feel like a nightmare. He'd feel horror above panic. Physically, he's frozen. What did I do? Muttering "no," over and over. Your name gets stuck in his throat out of fear that you won't respond, maybe ever again. But he gets it out, he repeats it. "please," he's begging you, then he's begging a God he doesn't believe in. (When you wake up he thanks you, holds you, says he never wants to hurt you)

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 24

Warnings: Sexual Themes, BDSM, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation/Multiple Orgasms, Cunnilingus, Bratting/Taming

Prompt: Brat Taming + Squirting

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Price

The rest of Kinktober

Notes: A little treat for myself on my birthday

The dim light of the room cast a warm glow over (Y/n) as she sat on the edge of the bed, a mischievous grin playing on her lips. She knew she was being a brat, and relished every moment of it. The anticipation hung thick in the air, electrifying her senses.

“Come on, Price,” she teased, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a playful flick. “What’s taking you so long? I thought you were supposed to be the big, tough Captain.”

Price stepped into the room, his expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. “You think you can keep pushing me, love?” he asked, crossing his arms over his broad chest, the fabric of his shirt straining against his muscles.

(Y/n) shrugged, her confidence unwavering. “Maybe I just want to see how far I can go before you finally snap.”

With a low growl, Price closed the distance between them, the heat radiating off him making her pulse quicken. “You’re playing a dangerous game, (Y/n).”

“Oh, I’m counting on it,” she replied, biting her lip as he stepped closer, the tension between them thickening.

In a swift motion, Price grabbed her wrist and pulled her closer, the weight of his presence making her heart race. “You think you can tease me without consequences?” he asked, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down her spine.

She looked up at him, a defiant glimmer in her eyes. “Maybe I just want you to show me what happens when I push your buttons.”

With that, Price’s grip tightened, and he pushed her down onto the bed, hovering over her with an intensity that made her breath hitch. “Alright then, let’s see how well you can handle it.”

He wasted no time, his hands exploring her body with skillful precision, igniting a fire within her. (Y/n) squirmed beneath him, teasingly grinding her hips against him, desperate for more contact, for more of him.

“Stop moving,” he commanded, a playful edge in his tone that only fueled her desire. “You need to learn who’s in charge.”

But she couldn’t help herself. The way he was touching her made her feel alive, and the urge to push him just a little further bubbled up inside her. “Make me,” she challenged, her voice sultry and dripping with defiance.

Price’s eyes darkened with desire. “Oh, I will.”

With a swift motion, his hand slipped down to her core, fingers expertly working her. The sensation overwhelmed her senses, and she gasped, arching her back into him. “See? There’s no need to be a brat when you can just be good for me,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding. “Good girls get rewards.”

But (Y/n) was determined to resist, holding on to her defiance. She teased him with her body, rolling her hips against his fingers, pushing him further.

“Keep it up, and you won’t last long,” he warned, though she could hear the hint of challenge in his tone.

With a wicked smile, (Y/n) rolled her hips again, and Price responded by ramping up his efforts, his fingers working faster, teasing her to the brink. “You’re pushing it,” he growled, a mix of frustration and desire swirling in his gaze.

“Maybe I want you to,” she gasped, her body betraying her with each surge of pleasure that coursed through her.

“Then you’d better be ready for the consequences,” he warned, his voice thick with anticipation. He pulled her closer, his lips crashing against hers in a heated kiss, swallowing her moans as the world around them faded away.

The combination of pleasure and pressure mounted within her, and she felt herself teetering on the edge. “Price, I—”

“Let it go, (Y/n),” he commanded, his voice low and intense, leaving no room for argument. With a final thrust of his fingers, she shattered, waves of pleasure crashing over her as she squirted, her body responding instinctively to his every command.

“Good girl,” Price praised, his voice a mix of satisfaction and desire. He watched with a triumphant grin as she writhed beneath him, caught between the bliss of her release and the remnants of her bratty defiance. “Just needed to cum all that brattiness out, eh?”

But he wasn’t done yet. Price pulled back slightly, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued to work his fingers inside her, coaxing her toward another peak.

“Did you think I’d let you off that easily?” he teased, quickening his pace, his fingers curling and pressing against her sensitive spots.

Another wave of pleasure built within her, intense and overwhelming. “Price, I can’t—” she gasped, but he silenced her with another deep kiss, their tongues dancing together as he pushed her to the edge once more.

“Let it go, (Y/n). I want to feel you come for me again,” he urged, his voice thick with need.

The pressure coiled tighter, and with a cry of his name, she shattered again, another orgasm ripping through her, stronger this time, leaving her breathless and trembling beneath him.

“Good girl,” Price praised again, a satisfied smirk on his face. “That’s it. Just let it all out.”

He continued to work her through it, his fingers relentless, coaxing yet another peak from her. (Y/n) couldn’t hold back anymore, the sensations overwhelming as she felt herself teetering again.

“Please, I— I can’t take anymore!” she cried, but his fingers only sped up, and with a final thrust, she succumbed once more, a wave of ecstasy crashing over her as she squirted again, her body arching against his hand.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice a low growl of satisfaction. “Such a good girl for me.”

As the waves of pleasure subsided, (Y/n) lay panting, a mix of satisfaction and mischief glinting in her eyes. Price leaned down, kissing her forehead gently. “Oh, princess, we are far from done tonight,” he whispered, a playful smile tugging at his lips, promising more delights to come.

As the waves of pleasure finally began to subside, (Y/n) lay breathless beneath Price, her body still tingling with the remnants of multiple orgasms. She felt utterly spent, yet exhilarated, her heart racing as she caught her breath.

But before she could fully recover, she felt Price’s grip tighten around her wrists, pinning them gently yet firmly to the bed. “Not so fast, love,” he murmured, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “You’re not done with me yet.”

“What do you mean?” she panted, a mix of confusion and anticipation swirling in her mind.

He didn’t answer her directly. Instead, he lowered himself to her body, his lips ghosting over her sensitive skin, trailing soft kisses down her stomach. (Y/n) squirmed beneath him, still hyper-aware of the sensations lingering from her previous releases.

“John, please—” she began, but before she could finish, he shifted lower, positioning himself between her thighs.

With a teasing smirk, he looked up at her, his eyes dark with desire. “You made quite the mess, princess. I think it’s only fair that I clean you up.”

Before she could protest, he leaned in, his warm breath brushing against her soaked folds, sending another shiver of pleasure through her. With a slow, deliberate motion, he began to lick her clean, his tongue skillfully tracing every sensitive curve and contour.

(Y/n) gasped, the sensation sending fresh waves of heat coursing through her. “Oh, God, John!” she cried, her body instinctively squirming as she tried to escape the overwhelming sensations. “Please, I can’t take anymore!”

“Too bad,” he said, his voice thick with satisfaction as he continued his ministrations, savoring her sweetness. “You’ve been a brat, and I’m going to make sure you remember who’s in charge.”

As he continued to lick her, holding her wrists down with one hand, the intensity of the situation began to build again. (Y/n) writhed beneath him, a mix of pleasure and frustration flooding her senses. “John! Daddy, please stop! I can’t—I can’t handle it!”

He paused for a moment, looking up at her with that playful smirk still on his lips. “Stop? But you taste so good, love. I want more.”

The duality of being held down, vulnerable yet completely under his control, was intoxicating. Each flick of his tongue brought her dangerously close to the edge again, her body responding involuntarily to his every touch.

“Just let go, (Y/n). Let me take care of you,” he coaxed, resuming his licking with renewed vigor, pressing his tongue deeper against her, coaxing fresh whimpers from her lips.

“John, please! I— I can’t—!” she gasped, her body betraying her with every plea. The sensations were overwhelming, and she felt the pressure building once more, teetering on the edge between pleasure and overstimulation.

But his grip on her wrists was unwavering, and he relished in her squirming beneath him. “You can handle it. Just a little longer,” he urged, the heat of his breath against her core sending her spiraling into a world of ecstasy.

“Please, Daddy! I can’t—” she begged, her voice a desperate whine as the world around her faded, leaving only the sensation of his tongue and the intoxicating feel of being utterly at his mercy.

With a final, precise flick, he drove her over the edge again, her body arching and trembling as she squirted for the third time. “That’s it, good girl,” he praised, his voice filled with approval as he continued to lick her clean, savoring every drop.

Finally, as the last waves of pleasure washed over her, he pulled back, licking his lips and flashing her a triumphant grin. “See? Not so bratty now, are you?”

(Y/n) lay there panting, both exhausted and exhilarated, a mix of satisfaction and lingering desire in her eyes. “You’re insufferable,” she breathed, unable to suppress the smile tugging at her lips.

Price leaned down, brushing a gentle kiss against her forehead, a playful glint in his eyes. “Oh, princess, this is just the beginning. We’ve got a long night ahead of us.”

[wrathofrats]

Rain and phantom slotted together with a vibrator between their cunts. Rain can take a lot but phantom is so fucking easy and sensitive it’s hard for him to go past the second setting. Begs rain to wait, to ease them both into it, trying to grind against the toy and rain and chase that delicious feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Not enough for rainy though, needs more, grabs phantoms hips and pushes him down harshly into his as he turns the settings up and phantom almost screams at the sudden sensation, too much too fast can’t help but cum all over them both. Cunt clenching and drooling on rains, adding to his mess, pussies both puffy and shiny against each other with that sweet toy between them. Just so slippery and warm

Rain holds him there, lets him ride out his orgasm until phantom is twitching and squirming in his lap because it’s too much. But rainy can’t let him go yet, needs to cum on phantoms cunt

[gabessquishytum]

I'm hoping with that with the sugar baby!hob there's a resurgence of domestic control au but. I'm thinging of a hobussy who regularly gets tied down and vibed for hours. Just spread eagle, ball gagged, and sobbing through orgasm after orgasm. (Side note there are a few fics where its Dream who gets strapped down and vibed but I also need some Hob content for this.)

💳 anon

Agreed!!! When is Hob getting strapped down and vibed!!!! He would be so good and sweaty and whimpery. Trying to strain against the restraints. He can't even talk because his mouth is stuffed full (he can't deny that he moves it). His pussy hurts so bad, it's throbbing and bruised and tingling but still so incredibly sensitive. Every orgasm hits like a train. He can't stop squirting, the bed is soaked, he has no control over his muscles anymore so he's just shaking and crying like a pathetic little boy.

Which is exactly how Dream loves him. And it's exactly what Hob needs to keep him in line. He's a bad bratty boy who runs his mouth, but when he's had his cunt worked over for an hour or two he's so sweet! So obedient! Poor little thing. Dream should really keep him there permanently - fulfilling his purpose as a pretty, overstimuated slut. Its what he deserves.

[writingfantaseas]

there's nothing like being a bratty little pup to someone you know takes zero shit;

"on me."

and my eyes are on yours, yeah? but what if i don't? will you train me, then? click click click, puppy.

"here, here, pup."

and I come to your feet, kneeling and desperate. but what if I don't? would you punish me, then? spank me red, til I'm senselessly pleading?

"hands off, puppy."

and I stop touching. but what if I don't? will you deny me until I'm crying? overstimulate me until the only thing you hear are little puppywhines?

"present."

and I'm bending over, showing off my holes for you to use. but what if I don't? will you inspect me then? force a finger into my drooling pussy, just to spank it once and then leave me bothered for the rest of the day?

men, minors dni

lucius close your eyes, honey.

[dr-morbidcuriosity]

Thinking soooo much about how pretty my boy looked filled last night <3

And he was so impatient to fill himself again it was so cute <3 watching him spread his legs and get distracted playing with his cock before starting to work his toy in

And he did such a good job it slipped right in like his cunt had been wanting it all day <33 and teasing his filled cunt by rubbing his cock for me with his legs open nice and full ough he’s so pretty <33 I love cock training him he listens so well and just looks so pretty filled like that from that angle

He gets so overstimulated with his toy he can barely stay still, but he looks sooo good when I ask him to slap his full cunt for me over and over he got so excited his toy slipped right out of him so easily

Cant wait to see him in person and keep his legs open for him and slip his toy right back for him and tell him he’s not done get, and slowly suck on his cock while he gets to lay there looking pretty all nice and full, maybe I’ll pull his toy out with my teeth after

Oh I can’t wait to get him addicted to taking strap his training is going so well soon he’ll be asking me to work the strap in and god he’ll look so pretty when he wants something, get to spread his legs apart from behind and tell him that cunt was made to be filled while rubbing his cock for him. Want him to watch how good that cunt takes cock by slapping it a couple times till he cums all over the strap. Wanna see his face when I pull it out and he’s just anticipating wanting to be filled again <3 if I feel bad enough I’ll let him cum again on it while sitting on it, holding his vibrator to his cock while he cock warms me <3 can’t wait to see the look on his face when he realizes just how much he likes being filled

[heaven-ly-father]

what's a guy gotta do to make you cum until you're crying? smh.

[necros-writing-stuff]

Are you ok with writing Darius x captured!reader smut or just Darius smut in general? Or if not, can we get some Eden smutty content? I’m thirsty… Just a drop plz pookie. 🥹

Darius smut is always a yes. This gross ass man deserves pussy juice/jizz in his beard, mhm.

And he'll get it. For an AFAB partner he'll go down to that basement, drag them to the edge of the mattress he's given them, fold them up and tongue dive between their glistening folds on instinct whenever he's had a bad day at work. Darius is a total munch, and he's not getting off until he's satisfied. What's his benchmark for satisfaction? Jaw hurts too much. Grip the sheets babe, because Darius doesn't care how sensitive your clit is, in fact, he's about to suckle on it and make you cry.

For an AMAB partner, Darius will venture back and forth between sucking cock and eating ass. No rhyme or reason which one he'll pick next, but sweet reprive can be hoped for by the sensitive skin he's left slick with saliva. He's a bit of a fan of oral cock-warming, too, getting his phone out to answer work texts as he just holds it in his mouth. Please let your nails run over his scalp while he does it, he needs the soft affection from you in moments like this. But he's gonna call your asshole your pussy. Just fyi. You have no choice in the matter.

[needydarls]

To worship your partner is so heavenly.

I want to take my time with them admiring and caressing their body inch by inch. Savouring every part and moment of them while they melt n squirm underneath me. “shhhh you’re doing so well, I’m so lucky to have you. You look so good my love.” Making them go even more crazy by my torturously slow worshipping. <3