#cw overstim

[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.”

[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

[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

[covenofthegods]

Oh? Am I biting too hard? No, don't worry bunny, I'm just trying to make sure people know you're mine. You wouldn't mind, would you? Especially not when you wake in the morning, your neck covered in purple.

Oh no, silly thing, you think you can get away, squirming like a little bitch in heat? Just after you'd asked me to take it out on you? I'm not hearing a single safeword, pretty. Just babbling. Did your brain already dissapear? Thinking with your pussy, are we? Aw.

No, baby, let me look. Let me see what makes you tick, hm? What makes your pussy all gushy and wet? No, no, darling, it's theraputic for me. You said I could take it out on you, no? You didn't lie to me, did you?

So you wouldn't be mad if I stuffed you with strap until you were "too full, Mommy!"? Shh, you can take it baby, let me just use you. You're just a little toy for me, aren't you? So you can cum as many times as I want, right?

Oh. You're so pretty when you cry.

....this post is about sapphic sex. ;)

[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)

[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

[cynicalrosebud]

Kinktober Day 31

Warnings: Sexual Themes, Sybians, Bondage, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, BDSM, Aftercare

Prompt: Machines + Size Kink + Bondage + Bonus

Pairing: Rumor x 141 + Nikolai

The rest of Kinktober

The atmosphere in the dimly lit room was charged with anticipation, sending shivers down Rumor’s spine. The Task Force had always known how to push boundaries, but tonight felt different—more electric. The centerpiece of the room was a sleek, imposing machine that looked both intimidating and inviting.

Rumor stood at the center, heart racing, clad in nothing but his underwear (lace panties chosen specifically by Gaz). The sight of the Sybian and dildo sent a thrill through him, a potent mix of excitement and trepidation swirling in his stomach. He had been teased about this moment for weeks, but now that it was here, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anxiety.

“Are you ready for us, Rumor?” Soap’s voice broke through his thoughts, dripping with playful mischief. He stepped closer, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. “You know we’re going to have some fun.” It was said with a teasing tone, but the question and concern was genuine. Always worried about consent, Soap.

Rumor nodded, a blush creeping up his cheeks. “I think so,” he replied, his voice a mixture of eagerness and uncertainty.

Ghost, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, pushed off and walked over. “We’re going to take care of you, pup. You just need to trust us,” he said, his tone low and reassuring, yet commanding.

Price stepped forward next, a predatory grin on his face. “You’ve made it this far, love. Just wait until you feel that thing.” He gestured towards the machine, and Rumor’s breath caught.

“You’re all insufferable,” Rumor quipped, trying to mask his nervousness with humor.

“Insufferable? Or irresistible?” Nikolai chimed in, a teasing lilt in his accent as he joined the circle, his presence comforting yet exhilarating.

With a flick of a switch, the machine hummed to life, the sound sending vibrations through the air for just a moment or two. Rumor couldn’t help but shiver, excitement coursing through him.

“Let’s get you strapped in,” Soap said, his hands deftly moving to the cuffs attached to the machine. They were padded, designed for comfort, but they promised a level of restraint that made Rumor’s heart race.

As Soap secured the cuffs around his wrists, Ghost leaned in closer, brushing his fingers against Rumor’s skin. “You’re going to love this, I promise,” he murmured, his breath warm against Rumor’s ear.

Once Rumor was secured, the team stepped back, taking a moment to admire him. The sight of him restrained, vulnerable, yet undeniably beautiful, sent a rush of heat through them all.

“Ready for the fun to begin?” Price asked, eyes locked onto Rumor’s.

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” Rumor replied, swallowing hard.

Soap grinned and turned a dial on the machine, causing it to whir louder, the surface of the Sybian shimmering under the soft light. “Here we go!”

The moment Rumor was positioned above the machine, he felt the tip of the phallic attachment press against him, teasingly close yet not quite touching. He gasped at the sensation, his body instinctively leaning forward as the heat of anticipation pooled in his belly.

“Hold on, Rumor,” Gaz instructed, his tone deep and steady. “You’re in for a ride.”

Price and Soap stepped back to give the machine room to work, their eyes focused on Rumor as the silicone cock slid inside him with a single thrust, filling him completely.

Rumor moaned, a mix of surprise and pleasure washing over him. “Oh, God,” he breathed, feeling the machine pulse within him.

“Look at him,” Ghost said, watching intently as Rumor’s body responded to the machine’s rhythm. “He’s taking it so well.”

With each thrust, the machine moved with relentless intensity, sending waves of pleasure coursing through Rumor. He writhed, the ropes holding him in place both a comfort and a reminder of his submission.

Nikolai stepped forward, his hand gripping Rumor’s chin, tilting his head back to meet his gaze. “Keep your eyes on me,” he commanded softly. “Don’t look away.”

Rumor’s heart raced, his focus shifting entirely to Nikolai’s piercing eyes. The warmth of his hand was grounding, an anchor amid the tumult of sensations.

“Good boy,” Nikolai praised, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “Now tell us how it feels.”

“Feels… so good,” Rumor gasped, his body bucking against the machine, desperately craving more. “I can’t… I need—”

“Need what?” Soap taunted, leaning in closer to watch Rumor squirm. “You need to beg for it?”

“Please!” Rumor whimpered, losing himself in the ecstasy. “Please don’t stop!”

“Such a pretty sound,” Ghost said, moving closer, his fingers dancing across Rumor’s exposed skin. “You’re doing so well.”

As the machine continued its relentless rhythm, Rumor felt his body teetering on the edge. The ropes tightened around him, the sensation both restrictive and liberating. He could feel his orgasm building, a tidal wave crashing down upon him.

“Are you going to come for us?” Price’s voice cut through the haze, commanding yet laced with encouragement.

“Yes! I can’t hold it—” Rumor gasped, his breath hitching in his throat.

“Not yet,” Nikolai said firmly, his grip tightening slightly, forcing Rumor to meet his gaze. “Not until we say so.”

With a flick of a switch, the machine ramped up its pace, overwhelming Rumor with pleasure. His body screamed for release, every nerve ending alight with need.

“Please, I need it! I can’t—” Rumor pleaded, desperation spilling from him.

“Beg for it,” Gaz said, a wicked smile on his face.

“Please! I’ll do anything! I just want to come!” Rumor cried, desperation dripping from his voice.

“Such a good boy,” Nikolai praised, his voice low and soothing. “You can let go now.”

With that permission, Rumor’s body erupted in pleasure, the waves crashing over him as he finally let himself come undone. The Sybian pulsed within him, the sensations overwhelming as he surrendered completely to the pleasure, his cries echoing in the room.

As the machine slowed, Rumor’s body still quaked with aftershocks, and he was left panting, basking in the afterglow of their collective desire.

But there was no time for recovery; the moment he came down from his high, the men were quick to pounce. Rumor found himself surrounded, their intent clear in their eyes.

Price was the first to step forward, his hands gripping Rumor’s thighs and spreading them wide, exposing him completely. “You’ve done so well for us, Rumor,” he said, voice low and commanding. “Now it’s time to reward you properly.”

Rumor’s heart raced as he realized what was about to happen. “Wait—”

Before he could finish, Price’s mouth was on him, warm and demanding. Rumor gasped, the sensation igniting another wave of pleasure through him.

“Take a breath, Rumor,” Soap said, smirking as he knelt beside Price. “You’re in for a treat.”

Rumor moaned as he felt the heat of Soap’s breath against his shaft, both men working in tandem to tease and pleasure him. The sensations layered over one another, driving him wild.

As they worked him, Nikolai stood back with Gaz, watching with a predatory glint in his eye. “You look so perfect like this, all ours,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips.

Rumor squirmed, overwhelmed by the dual sensations of being filled and tasted. “I— I can’t take it all,” he gasped, feeling the size of them pushing him to his limits.

“Of course you can,” Ghost said, kneeling on the other side of him. “You’re going to take all of us, Rumor. You can handle it.”

With that, Ghost leaned in, taking Rumor’s length deep into his mouth while Price and Soap continued their ministrations, leaving him gasping and moaning. Each thrust, each swirl of their tongues, sent him closer to another peak.

“Look at him, he’s loving it,” Soap said, his voice muffled around Rumor’s cock.

Rumor felt the overwhelming heat of their presence around him, their bodies towering over him, making him feel both small and utterly worshiped. “Please… don’t stop!” he begged, tears of pleasure pooling in his eyes.

“Just a little more,” Nikolai encouraged, moving closer to the action, the sight of Rumor overwhelmed by pleasure igniting a fire in his chest.

With one final push, Rumor surrendered completely, moaning as he released into their eager mouths, the sensations washing over him in tidal waves. They drank him in, the feeling of being so full of them filling him with a primal satisfaction.

As they pulled back, Rumor gasped for breath, his body still trembling from the intensity of it all. “You’re amazing, Rumor,” Price praised, brushing his thumb over Rumor’s cheek, a gentle contrast to the earlier intensity. “You did so well.”

Rumor smiled weakly, still caught in the aftershocks of ecstasy. “I’m glad you all enjoyed,” he said, feeling blissful exhaustion wash over him. Gaz collected him in his strong arms, kissing where the cuffs had slightly dug into his wrists.

“Next time, we’ll see how much more you can take,” Soap teased, an eager glint in his eyes as he leaned in to kiss Rumor softly.

With that, Rumor knew he was in for many more adventures with them—each one as exhilarating as this.

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Bonus soft drabble Aftercare

The dim light of the room flickered softly, creating a warm atmosphere as Rumor found himself surrounded by his teammates. After a long mission, the weight of the world seemed to lift as he settled into the makeshift nest of bodies. Price was on one side, his steady presence a calming anchor. On the other, Gaz had draped an arm over Rumor’s shoulder, pulling him closer.

Soap, ever the playful one, lay sprawled across Rumor’s legs, his lighthearted banter filling the air with warmth and laughter. “You know, you should really consider making this a regular thing, mate,” he teased, grinning as he poked Rumor’s side. “I’d be more than happy to keep you comfy.” He winked, earning a playful shove from Gaz.

Nikolai sat nearby, a soft smile gracing his features as he observed the scene. He reached out, running his fingers through Rumor’s hair, his touch gentle and soothing. “You have your own little fan club now,” he chuckled, his thick accent adding a playful tone. “Just don’t let it get to your head, or I’ll have to remind you who’s really in charge.”

Rumor felt a smile tugging at his lips, a feeling of belonging washing over him. As the group continued to chatter, the affection and camaraderie enveloped him like a warm blanket. He nestled deeper into Price’s side, inhaling the familiar scent of him—smoke, leather, and something distinctly comforting.

“Oi, Rumor!” Soap piped up, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “What’s the plan for the next op? I think we should get a bit of a warmer welcome than we did this time. Maybe a beach trip?”

“Right after a mission? Sounds dangerous,” Rumor shot back, chuckling.

“Exactly!” Soap exclaimed. “What better way to relax after all that chaos?”

Price chuckled, shaking his head. “You and your crazy ideas, Soap. Let’s focus on surviving the next mission first.”

Nikolai leaned closer, a conspiratorial grin on his face. “I could get behind a beach trip. But first, we must ensure our little rabbit here stays safe.” His playful comment elicited a chorus of mock gasps and playful jabs from the others.

As they continued to joke and tease, Rumor couldn’t help but feel the weight of their banter wash over him like a soothing balm. He felt seen, loved, and undeniably cherished by the team. Each laugh, each gentle poke, and every playful remark solidified the bond they shared, a bond forged in fire and laughter.

With each passing moment, Rumor surrendered more to the comfort of being surrounded by those who cared for him. Gaz shifted slightly, making room for Nikolai, who settled in closer. Rumor felt a rush of warmth from all sides, a sensation that made his heart swell. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so safe, so at home.

In that moment, everything felt right. The world outside faded away, leaving only the laughter and warmth of his chosen family. Rumor knew he was exactly where he belonged, tucked in the embrace of Task Force 141 and Nikolai, content to savor the moment, letting the love and laughter wrap around him like a protective cocoon.

As the night wore on, the chatter eventually quieted, with everyone settling into a comfortable silence. Rumor closed his eyes, leaning against Price’s shoulder, feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. The soothing cadence lulled him further into relaxation, and he knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would face them with this incredible family by his side.

[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.

[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

[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.

[monstermommie]

just came so fucking hard rn rubbing myself through these new black lace panties thinking abt overstimulating a handsome pup with my mouth. picturing them all splayed out, cumdrunk, whimpering, begging me to stop. saying they can’t possibly cum anymore as i draw orgasm after orgasm out of them. watching them twitch and shake, trying to close their legs around my head, but they’re too fucked out and weak to move a muscle. thanking me each time they finish as if they hadn’t been whining for me to relent moments prior.

[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

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I feel like Color would have a hard time adjusting back to eating food since he's been in the void for, I'm not sure how long? (maybe also stink because there isn't no shower there either..)

Yeah definitely. I think he would struggle with noises and lights frequently too, which he already had issues with before the Void since he’s Autistic (hc), but I think that after the Void, his senses just all became rather hypersensitive and often overwhelming. Too much movement, noise and touch especially. His sight was still sensitive, but mostly with having to adjust to sudden brightness, and struggling to put his issues with depth perception into practice under various forms of lighting.

I don’t think he’d want to be alone at all for quite awhile. Like, panic attack and meltdown levels of not wanting to be alone; if not a complete dissociative shutdown. I don’t think his first few months out of the Void was an easy or pretty experience, especially if it came with the lost of Gaster and his AU, and potentially Ivory and Sage (Othertale Undyne and Papyrus) attempting to interact with him when he’s not ready.

I think his little apartment with Delta and Beta in the Omega Timeline, as well as his eventual friendship to romantic relationship back to friendship with Delta, really helped him a lot. I think having meals with Delta in their living room and watching their favorite shows together became a favorite activity of Color’s. Epic coming into his life was really just perfect for Color.