#overstimmed

[2kiran]

i hope your brain comes up with an idea for soap cuz my brain is EMPTY but i need that man crying and squirming from how good he feels:( I NEED TO EAT HIM OUT FOR HOURS AND TEASE HIS NIPPLES I CANT ARGHHH

꒦⁺ I WANNA F#CK, LIEUTENANT READER —— JOHN MACTAVISH

content ˖ ࣪ ˖ ftm soap (or cis), dom gn reader, sparring, lieutenant reader, implied taller reader, marking, superiority & humiliation kink, slight brat taming, overstim., oral sex, fingering, nipple play, modified 30/08/24

soap is becoming a little too stubborn for his own good.

You were growing more annoyed by the second.

For the past few weeks, Soap has been teasing you nonstop. Getting too close to you, performing suggestive acts in front of you, and whispering dirty words in your ear then pretending like nothing happened. He was practically eye fucking you with every chance he got.

Currently, he was sparring with you. He insisted because he wanted to train for ‘fun’ and he hasn’t in a long time, especially with you. Whenever he got to pin you down, he lay on top of you way too close. You’d feel his crotch on the lower part of your body.

“Ya already tired, lieutenant?” He teased, glaring at him in response as you drank water.

“‘Cause of you? I’m definitely not.” You wiped off your sweat from your forehead.

“Right, and yer definitely ain’t slackin’ off with me.” He retorted, wiping off his own sweat with the back of his hand.

“If I wasn’t, you’d be long knocked out, sarge.” You massage your sore neck, not reconsidering your words.

He laughed, “That a challenge?”

A newfound vigor stirred within you, “Sure is.”

With that, you both continued. He attempted to punch your chest, but you quickly dodged and kicked the small of his back. He groaned out, catching himself before he could hit the ground. He successfully landed a fist on your side, leaving you stumbling before punching his rib.

“Ow!” He winced, clutching the affected rib.

“Awh, did I hurt you?” You faked a sad pout.

He rolled his eyes at you, frowning, “Ah fuck off.”

You barked out a laugh, massaging your knuckles with your unharmed hand.

“This is over.” He sighed as he gripped the hem of his shirt, pulling it off. He caught you just slightly staring at him. “You like what you see?” He asked after a beat with a toothy grin.

“Absolutely not.” You eyed him, seeing a small bruise begin to form from where you hit him. “Sorry for your bruise.”

His eyes flashed with a wave of confusion before looking down at his torso, “Oh, that? Just a small one, and ‘s from you ‘nyway.” He winked.

Your eye twitched in irritation. “You tryna fuck with me, Soap?”

Oh shit. He gulped down water from his bottle, almost choking when you asked. He lightly coughed, “What’re ya talking ‘bout?” His eyes blinked, feigning innocence.

“Don’t do that.” You stalked closer to him.

“Don’t do what?” The corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Teasing me.” you replied, prowling forward. Seethe building in your throat.

Backing off, “But I’m not.” He was nearing the wall behind him with every step. “Oh yeah? Let’s not pretend you weren’t feeling me up.” His eyes widened a fraction as he felt his back meet the wall. “Must’ve been feelin’ things.” He muttered. You plant your hand next to his head, caging him in. “Quit lyin’ to me.” You trailed your free hand down, hovering right below his crotch.

“You’re already turned on, Soap.” You whisper directly into his ear. He can’t suppress the shiver, his hips lowering to your hand. You pull it away and you hear him stifle a whine.

“What’s got you acting like this?” You kiss the juncture where his neck and shoulder connects. “Wanted your attention.” He confesses, gasping as you sinked your teeth into his neck, sucking in a hickey. “Could’ve just asked, y’know?” You lick at the mark. “But there ain’t no fun in that.” He defends.

“If you weren’t gonna be this difficult, I would’ve been a lot nicer than I am now.” You hum, sucking at his collarbone and he squirms in your hold. “I like you like this.”

You raise an eyebrow at that. “You got a thing for marking?” You nip at the other one. “Only if it’s you.” his mouth curves into a smirk. “You’ve been such a brat, soap, I don’t think you deserve it.” you whisper against his flesh.

He whines, “C’mooon. Fuck me.”

You chuckle, shaking your head. “I got a better idea.”

He frowns, watching you kneel in front of him. His eyes widen in surprise when he’s hit by realization. “What are you—?”

You cut him off, “Silence, sergeant. You don’t want anyone else hearing you, do you?”

His eyes squint in a glare. You kiss the inside of his thigh, so close to where he needs you the most. “Do you like fucking your superior?” you suddenly question, gripping his thigh to give you space in between his legs. “I...” he hesitates. “You what, hm? Fucking a superior and acting very inappropriate during meetings, missions... and much more than I could name. You’re the one being so unprofessional, always begging to be fucked.” the tip of his ears burned in humiliation, cheeks flushing and a whimper suppressed.

“Bet you like the idea of someone being stronger, having more power than you. You just won’t admit it. Moaning a ‘lieutenant’ every chance you get to be alone,” you bite into the meat of his scarred thigh, “is that why you asked to spar with me? So you could get off on my strength, Soap?”

His teeth nips into his bottom lip, “Maybe.”

Your tongue gently licks at the bite. You pull his sweatpants along with his boxers, revealing his wet core. “Used my fingers earlier.” He answered your silent question.

“So impatient.” you teased, circling your tongue around his hole as he let out a quiet moan. You press your lips near his hole, causing him to squirm against you in anticipation. He opened his mouth to say something, but you shove your tongue into him. “You’re—hngh! Oh fuckkk...” he gasps, retracting the pink muscle before you thrust it back in, setting a steady pace. You withdraw slowly, roughly rolling your tongue against his entrance. “Ah-mmmhf... hhnnngh... ‘m already close, fuckin’– ah!”

You curled your slick tongue inside of him, just barely grazing his sweet spot. Alongside it, you begin to push your fingers into him, getting him closer to the edge. “Shit—fuck–” he muttered curses in-between grunts, before warm liquid filled your mouth and cascaded on your fingers. He attempted to lift his trembling hips away, but you didn’t let him. “We’ve only just started.”

“C-can’t! I ca—ffuuuck... can’t anymore!” he cries out, his hands grabbing at your hair and at the wall. He didn’t want to actually stop, already shoving your face into him more. He was only embarrassed at the thought of you milking him dry. Fingers grazed at his sweet spot, driving him closer to one of his many orgasms. The both of you were glad that no one at this hour needed to use the training room because they would be shocked to find sergeant Mactavish as a whiny, little mess nearly sitting on your face.

You’ve been at it for hours. Yet, you never grew tired of him. You’ve already developed a sweet tooth for him.

“I-I’m! Pleaaaaaseee... ‘m gonna cuum, ngh!” he mewled, the grip of his hand tightening on your hair. Your face was soaked with his new wave of euphoria. As he was recovering from his climax, you stood up and he immediately snapped his head up to gaze at you. Hurriedly, you close the gap, kissing him before he could relish at the glimpse. He whines into your mouth, and you knew he could taste himself.

Catching him off guard, your fingers quickened inside of him. His arms wrapped around your neck, hips bucking down for more friction. With your free hand, you circled your thumb around his nipple before giving it a tight pinch. He squealed when you withdrew for air, mouth falling to greedily inhale.

You leaned down to lick at the other one, earning you a sharp tugged at your hair. “S-sensitive! ‘m sensiiiitive there, please...” he slurred in a way that was oh so whiny. “You said you wanted attention, so I’m giving every part of you mine.” He sobbed as you sucked on his nipple, teeth clashing against his skin while your other rubbed against it.

He was drooling, blabbering incoherent phrases as you took your time with him. “Take this as your punishment for being a brat.” You lightly bite the bud, causing him to gasp loudly. “Mhhmm...mhmm, ‘m sorry, I’ll be good.” His eyes leaked even more tears from the pleasure. His brain turned into complete mush, his only thought was you.

His flesh was littered with your bite marks, an evidence that this wasn’t a dream.

“Lieutenant....” his lips curve around a moan of your rank, “k-keep goin’.” He whimpers once more as you tease his sensitivem perky nipples. “You’re so insatiable.” You tease affectionately.

He abruptly came with a loud groan, clenching around you. “Ah—fuck!” Your fingers slowed as you felt his slickness coat your palm. “Came just from that?” you lean down, offering a chaste kiss to the bruise you gave him. “Sh-shut it. Let me take care of you now.” He insists, his hand finding your belt.

[bynewcommer]

/// NSFW Post ///

I need someone I can tie to a chair and make read a book out loud for me while absolutely overstimming them.

Every messed up word adds 15 seconds onto the timer, a broken up sentence will add 30 seconds to the timer, and every plead to stop will result in one forced orgasm.

Any volunteers?

[fredmundo]

help

[my-horny-posts]

oh baby. keep those hands moving, good job darling. no, no, no. don't slow down. come on, don't slow down. keep moving, good, up and down, keep moving. don't slow down. don't slow down, come on. hey, keep going. faster. i said to not slow down, darling, or can you not listen? are you a bad toy? are you incapable of following what i tell you? well, clearly you are seeing how you can't listen.

oh, good! good, good, faster. yes, yes, that's right. that's right. good job, toy. keep going. oh those noises are lovely. see don't you feel just great, why would you slow down? oh yes, oh yes, keep moving. good job. oh, you're close? good, keep going, keep going. keep going, don't stop.

what're you doing? oh, i know. yes, this is your third orgasm, so what? what, you want to stop spending time with me? or, what? you hate me now?

good. that's what i thought. now keep those hands moving. or ill do it for you.

[wildwood-faun]

me: I don't have a lot of food sensitivities

also me: *spends 20 minutes telling a friend about how I want a cake that doesn't taste of anything*

[needy-thing]

i think i want to get really high tonight and could definitely use someone to help me out and send me posts for me to rub myself to…

maybe i’ll even take as many hits as notes that i get on this post…

[babyboy1020]

thinking about my partner holding my vibe to my dick while they fill my cunt with their cock, forcing me to cum until im shaking and cant anymore and then they keep going

mm just sounds so satisfying to be stuffed and overstimulated at his whim 🤤

[alviondesigns]

Got caught in a tornado of noise, chaos, and so much talking. But I didn’t leave. Overstimulated? You bet. Unbothered? You know it. (I'm just here for the snacks.) -------------------------------------------------------------------

[slendypuppy]

haven’t gotten off in almost a week and the horny thoughts just hit me HARD fuck 😫

wanna be touched and edged then fucked till i’m overstimulated 🥺

[angelsonthesideline]

[sol-among-other-things]

You know when you come so hard you feel your heartbeat through your hole

[jesslynnnnnhasagun]

💀

[rxin3akamallory]

So I’m getting over a meltdown that happened at work because they introduced a new position and I tried to do it for like two hours but it was too overwhelming, overstimulating and confusing. I couldn’t understand the directions being told to me even after it was re-explained another three times.

But anyways why am I explaining this? Because I started to think about Rocket comforting Magril during a meltdown.

For those who don’t know, Magril is autistic because I am. (She’s a self insert so every self insert of mine is autistic, has a name that starts with MA, above 21, use she/her or she/they pronouns and are biromantic/asexual)

Like Magril would get confused or overwhelmed by a sudden bounty one of the other guardians accepts and during it she would just shut down because maybe the noise was too loud, or the instructions were too complex or confusing, or both, and she just isolates herself and starts crying and screaming and hitting her head. (The latter is a bad habit of both her’s and mine.)

Rocket finds Magril in this state and at first doesn’t realize she’s having a meltdown until he sees her hitting her head and he immediately steps in and stops her. He’s firm but gentle when calming her anger because he understands what she’s going through. (In my personal hc, Rocket is autistic as well and has ADHD, so behavior like this would not be foreign to him.)

Rocket is straight up and direct as to not infantilize Magril because they both know she isn’t some weak little girl, but is also caring and understanding so he can remind her she is okay, he isn’t mad, he loves her and most importantly, she isn’t alone.

I wanna start drawing this as soon as I get home tonight, but I can’t stop thinking about it now.

Also for those concerned, I’m okay now. My managers were very understanding and told me I don’t have to do that position anymore and my Rocket plush is comforting me through it as we speak.

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