#stop them if I end up cumming. just keep going and overstim me if you want 🥴😵‍💫

[lovesickhog]

I really want to be held in place by someone while another person makes out with my crotch.

[iannmin]

KINKS THAT THEY PROBABLY HAVE ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚. ,, 최승철 | 김민규 | 전원우

🏷️ ⋆｡˚. mdni! 18+, this is purely fictional and does not depict the people in real life, dollification, overstim, cockwarming

🗒️ ⋆｡˚. the nastiest holy trinity ;), btw it’s not really well proof-read like the other fics so if i make any grammar mistakes please ignore <3

୨୧ ‘ masterlist ‧˚₊•┈┈┈┈୨୧┈┈┈•‧₊˚⊹

DOLLIFICATION + BREEDING ⋆｡˚. SEUNGCHEOL

Omg just don’t get me started with this one,, remember how cheol likes to dress up kkuma, putting up all the cute princessy accessories on her? Oh boy,, he’s most probably wanna do the same to his s/o — buying them the most innocent looking frilly dresses coupled with those cute ribbon shaped pins just to absolutely ruin the fuck out of them. Like just imagine him pounding up your tight hole in that dress, watching it get absolutely soaked by loads and loads of his cum seeping out of your ruined cunt after. “Fuck princess, you like that huh? Acting all pretty and innocent when all you’re made for is just to take my load” and you’ll be too fucked out to even verbally answer as he grabs both sides of your waist and practically drill into your pussy with his huge cock.

OVERSTIMULATION + LOTS OF CUM ⋆｡˚. MINGYU

Nahhh,, his muscular biceps and long hours spent at the gym is all for show, really. He’s just a big boy who wants his cock ruined and milked dry till the point he’s seeing absolute stars. Can you imagine running the pocket pussy up and down his veiny cock for hours and hours until his entire stomach and thighs are absolutely glistening with his cum? But he doesn’t want it to stop. Ever. “Nnnggh…ahhh….f-fuck! No! N-not there…gonna cum again!” His pathetic pleas and whines always fall onto death ears because really,, you know he doesn’t want it to end. He’ll keep going at it until the ring of white cum around the base of his cock is absolutely thick to the point where the pocket pussy’s all coated. He’s also the type to just absolutely love messy sex, marking his cum everywhere, not caring about the consequences because he’ll clean it up anyways

COCKWARMING ⋆｡˚. WONWOO

As for wonwoo, boy’s a homebody, a game boy. He’s always glued to his PC 24/7 whenever he’s home. But one thing for sure is he certainly loves the idea of his s/o sitting on his lap on his gaming chair, his grey sweatpants hastily pulled down to his thighs because he was simply too impatient to pull them off completely, with his cock fully buried in his s/o. And when i mean fully buried, i mean fully buried as in the base of his cock touches his s/o’s ass. But of course, after a short while, he might “accidentally” start shifting in his chair, making an excuse of “adjusting” his seat just so that he can lift his s/o’s hip up and slam their cunt right back onto his dick. And when his s/o falls asleep on his lap he pauses his game and gives them a sharp thrust up their hole, letting them know that they should be paying attention to him

[ladybyakuya]

| MY STARGIRL + rafayel, sylus, xavier, zayne. 

+cw. — f!reader, headcanon + scenarios format, established relationship, unprotected, s/d dynamics, explicit smut, rafayel is in heat, period sex, oral sex, f!overstim + m!overstim,  | +wc. — 3.5k |

+syn. — the thought of having a quickie with you occurred to him so suddenly and so enormously that all he needed was just to make it go away. However, it did not stop there.

+notes. — something possessed me while I wrote this. So happy that I’m finally making the debut post for this fandom & thanks to @hayatoseyepatch for beta reading all my lads pieces. | redirect to blog navigation

◈ RAFAYEL. 

“It’s just the tip baby,” Rafayel whispers against your ears followed by a prolonged groan. Encapsulated by his arms you feel immobile under his touch. He adds, “I promise.” You know him better than he knows himself. He says it's just the tip but the way he is being handsy with you, playing with the hem of your robes, pressing himself against you it does not strengthen the promise part of his word. 

“I don’t think you will. . .ahaAah!” His lips have already moved onto the bottom of your nape. You can feel his teeth sinking into your skin.  You can still look at the view of the vast blue of the sea through the window but as his hands skim under your dress cupping your breasts you moaningly exclaim, “I bet you won’t stop just at the tip.” There is a hint of mockery in your tone, underneath that, a challenge. Rafayel can take on challenges quite well even though he will whine about them throughout, very well when it is coming from you but not a taunt. That’s still a little hard to digest for him.

“Hah! We’ll see who’s on the winning side,” He rasps against your ears before turning you towards himself. Now your back is against the warm glass window. The heat does not irritate your skin since the sun is not very rowdy today but Rafayel is. Rafayel does not wait any further for any form of resistance but ends up smashing his lips against yours. It is the first time he has been like this, so needy, so rough, and above everything you like it. Is he on his heat cycle already? Both of your hands rest on his chest, trying to push him away at the possible realization because it would be dangerous for both of you but he just wouldn’t budge. So, instead of trying to resist, you just give in. 

“We’re not going to do this here, are we?”Rafayel does not answer your question with words but with his actions. He clusters all your dress up and tucking it over your boobs. You gulp as you help him to unbuckle his belt. As soon as his pants hit the floor, you can see the evidence of his yearning for you. 

Rafayel takes you into his lap by hoisting you up in his arms. The moment he pushes the head of his cock inside you, a gush of warmth washes all over your body. It is a beach resort solely owned by him where you have accompanied him but there must be at least a few staff, right? What if they see you like this? The chances are bleak but never zero. Those worrisome thoughts were pushed aside you feel the base of his cock hitting your skin with a strong deep thrust making you arch and moan.  You tip your head forward to say, “But Rafayel. . .you said. . . it's just the tip.” 

“And you said I —ahh— I can’t be stopped at just the tip.” He states as he starts to rut into you. “I'm just proving you right. Doesn't it feel good to be on the winning side?” it does . . . it does . . . your arms encapsulate around his shoulders as he starts to bob you up and down his fat shaft as you bury your face into his shoulders. He is stronger than his usual self. As he quickens his pace you start to whimper and you can feel him leaking and growing inside you, reaching your sweet spot as he keeps rutting into you in full yet strong thrusts.

By now, he has fucked you in different positions and different places of the resort keeping in mind not to finish inside you. He can not just help it: chasing the thought of cumming inside you especially when he fucked you raw for the first time. But he can wait. No. he will wait for you till you are begging for him.

And, when the sun sinks into the sea making the sky blush at its fullest, you and him are deep in slumber, in front of the fireplace, under the sheets, naked underneath, and holding each other.

◈ SYLUS.

It’s painful. He has been teasing you for a while now and your posture does not make it easier for you. Your muscles feel clammy. The way Sylus keeps rubbing the tip of his cock-head against your soft, tender flesh of your femininity gradually wears off your patience, thinning your limit and testing your sanity. It was you. It was all you. You admit that but you did not think he would be able to keep up when you kept being so needy, so ready for him. By now, you have come to know his melting points and you know when to abuse them and when not to. When you said you needed him, despite being in your months-time, at first he hesitated because you are not someone who can easily beg or ask for things but when you kept being handsy, and distracting him he said he would— with just the tip— a mere quickie but you never knew it would turn out to be this tormenting.

“Wait Sylus. You gasp as he rests both of his palms over your respective knees. This position.”

“Yeah, too deep?” Sylus verbalized with a veil of mischief over his face as he spread your legs apart as a result pushing the tip of his cock-head inside you. But before now, he would jock down to kiss you,  suckle at your nipples, and play with your hair but his cock would still be rubbing against the outer folds of your pussy, and truth be told, it was good, it was okay you felt satisfied but the moment you felt his cock inside you, even just the tip, it made you want all of him. “Let me know if I hurt you, okay?”. He isn’t; if anything he is diluting your self-control by pushing himself in you in small doses.

Sylus smiles as he cups your cheek, rubbing his thumb over it. He sees it the way you keep swallowing, gasping for breath, biting your lip, touching yourself — you do that when you want something yet can not ask for it. As you half-lay on the bed, with elbows resting on the mattress creating dips under the influence of your pressure Sylus leans towards you his hands still intact on your knees, spreading them further as a result of which he sinks more into you; you gasp followed by a moan feeling almost half of him inside you. With a crease amongst your eyes, eyes closed, chest heaving up and down while the night robe is barely covering your breasts you look divine under the dim light of the room.

You can feel how aroused you are. It would merely take a few thrusts to make you cum. He can feel that too yet dares to ask, “Do you want me to move?” Since he asked so nicely you decide to play into his little game. Wrapping one of your arms around his nape, you pull him into a strong, yearnful kiss. He can tell. He can certainly tell how much you want him now. As you slowly feel his hands under your waist locking in, your legs start to curl around his hips The lights go dead when you pull away from the kiss to take a breather and he pushes all of him into you adjusting you in his lap. A gasp of a high note blesses Sylus’s ears followed by a trail of short quick huffs as if he ran fingers along the piano keys. Even with the lights out, when you glimpse his eyes on yours a hot wave of embarrassment washes over you. 

The lights are alive again when you bury your face in his chest. 

“Kitten, you doing good?” He asks that with the whole of him inside you despite knowing how such soul staring gaze while having sex makes you nervous. He walks into a different room in that position carrying you where two mirrors are placed opposite to each other. 

You barely peep seeing him through the mirror at first and then look into his eyes, commanding, “Fuck me as you hate me Sylus.”

A throaty chuckle escapes from his chest as he says, “Y’know I can’t do that.” As he puts you on the bathroom sink. “However, I shall not disappoint my queen.” placing a soft kiss on your forehead.

◈ XAVIER.

Xavier claims that he is not much fond of the idea of punishments in general but he has never denied yours. In fact, he has enjoyed them thoroughly till the end. He has never been the one to ask things right away and always ends up taking detours after detours observing your expressions so minutely, so intently since it sends an ample amount of electric thrill in his heart for a few seconds — the way you look away when he makes advances on you, the way you quickly lick your bottom lip before dismissing his approaches or the quickening of your breaths, the flustered look— even if it is just for a mere few seconds — it’s all worth it in the end when you just give in, doing all those innuendos, craving your walking path only to him and him alone. 

But, this time you decided to try tackling him from a different angle. You did not resist like you usually do when he slowly started to cave into you. In fact, you agreed with him right away. Both of your stress would just sublime especially if you two took a quickie break together. Ah! The look on his face— was priceless: with one of his eyebrows pitched higher than the other as a small crescent appears along his lips: he is so confused. Even if Xavier can not quite navigate your thoughts he is not backing out and you know he won’t.

As you sit on the nightstand crossing your legs, one upon the other with your heels still intact you summon him with your arm raised, all the fingers lightly curled into a fist except your index finger that moved to and fro for him, while Xavier stands at an arm's length from you. He walked towards you but stood, waiting for your next move. You loosen his tie and pull it away from his collar with a swish. He leans into you but stops midway as he feels your pointed nails digging into his chest. 

“Turn around,” you utter with a grave tone. It is so odd to see you like this that Xavier can not help but be pulled into this intimidating daze of yours. After you tie his hands at the back he turns around and then the fun begins. Xavier loses his mind for a good minute when he sees you taking his cock out of his trousers, jocking down with lips forming an unfamiliar pout, only to spit on it, stroking his length all over, coating your saliva on his cock. He groans loudly enough for you to look at him. Is he okay? With his head tipped backward you fail to gauge his expressions so you spit on your hand to use it as a lube for his cock.

Xavier tips his head forward as he feels his cock being surrounded by something, but only a part of it. There is a gap in between your cross-legged sitting posture: the gap between the end of your knee and the apex of your calf muscle with your other knee underneath. 

“You don’t mean — Xavier stammers— that I—

“Yes. I mean exactly what you’re thinking.” You exclaim with a firm tone by keeping your fingertips underneath your hand, elbow rested over your knee as you wait for his move. As he starts to move he can understand how much he has to work for himself to cum and you are just staring at him. It drives him insane, really. With his hand tied at the back, he can only do so much so you decide to help him— out of pity of course. After you unbutton his shirt one by one, you hold his hard nipple with your sharp nails and pinch it; Xavier has to fight the urge to hold himself back from latching his lips on your warm skin.

As your hands move upwards, caressing his cheeks, thumb abusing his lips. He glances before he takes your thumb into his mouth while his hips are in constant motion. “Go ahead. Get yourself off.” Yeah! He doesn’t need to be reminded of that. You watch his face contort, your thumb pressed in between his teeth making you wince as he peaks his orgasm. He pulls out his cock and the exhaustion is heavy on his muscles. 

Inserting a finger into the gap between his belt and trousers, you pull him towards yourself, whispering, “Good boy ”over his lips before kissing him. He moans while kissing and surrenders as you untie the knot of his hands which immediately clamp around your shoulder heads. Well, aren't you an angel for showing kindness to him?

“More. . . more . . . I want more. . .” Xavier mumbles taking a quick breather before diving back to one more kiss and this time he is rougher than usual. 

◈ ZAYNE.

Zayne has been teasing you for . . . ah ! You do know how long has it been since he pushed you over the pool table. His cock is still inside his pants, intact but awake. Although the only view you have is the ceiling and sometimes his face when he rubs the clit folds by running his thumb roughly over them while the rest of the finger rests against your inner thigh. He has unbuttoned your dress shirt enough to have a view of a slice of your supple skin. Every time he presses your bud, followed by a rough rub towards the apex of your cunt he sees your navel sink. It turns him on, too much for him to ignore the attention that his cock has been begging. Your palms lay flat on the green of the pool table yet every time he jocks down to have a taste of your arousal your nails dig into the corase of the table. 

As Zayne stands up again, you whimper before saying, “Stop teasing, me. just put it in already. ” The tip of his nose glistens. Does he know that? He licks his lips before responding, “But I haven’t even. . . he trails off because part of him does not wanna scare you by bringing the thought into light that how he has not taken out his cock yet. He has been touching your folds, lapping over your arousal once in a while. You can not see but only hear the lewdity now while Zayne can see that you are so wet that the moss green of the pool table has become dark green. You don’t need to know that, not now.

“Have a little trust in yourself, I know you can take it.” Zayne supplies in a tart manner but actually, he is reminding himself not to cross the thin boundaries too much otherwise he won’t be able to keep his urges at bay. He is under the influence of the same pain as you yet you are so whiny about it which only makes it harder for him to refuse you in this vulnerable needy state. He was just teasing you, flirting ever so slightly to get you comfortable and now he is in deep trenches of pleasuring you. 

But, there is pain underneath. Your body tells him that you want more but he is not sure about himself how long he can keep at it.

Fuck. He can’t. Not anymore. In a series of rough and messy movements, he has his cock out of his pants, aligning to your entrance. One glance and the moment he is inside you he can feel your cunt clench around his cock while your legs wrap around his hips. He can hear the click of your heels as he leans over you, his face in the nook of your neck, not moving but still adjusting to the feeling of your gummy walls wrapped around him but you are so impatient. He feels your wet suck of the lip over his collarbones which denotes his desire for you. As he starts to buck his hips against you, you suddenly think how the design of the ceiling is not boring anymore.

[carlsangel]

OVERWORKED

carl grimes x reader

tags: smut, handjobs m!receiving, OVERSTIMMING.

masterlist is pinned on my page (still can’t link </3)

read ghost in the woods! (linked on masterlist)

Carl loved when you took care of him. It’s almost like making him cum was his love language. One of them, at least. He loved having you touch him in general. He knew he was incredibly lucky to have you. Not everyone gets an amazing and good looking partner who understands him in every way in the apocalypse. Anyway, something he loves the most is when you push him past his limits.

Something about the aftermath is so relieving and he feels like he’s accomplished something. Like he’s done a good job and he’s made you proud. You’ll only do it for him when he makes you feel extra loved or if he was really romantic that day. Things like that would have him ending up writhing in your bed, practically sobbing because he was so overworked.

At that point in time, he’d probably finished about five times which for him is a lot. His lap and shirt is covered in his sticky cum, he’s sweating and whimpering like crazy grabbing at you to try and make anything make sense. His brain is just so scrambled at the mix of pain and pleasure, he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

“Mmff-please I don’t think—mmh I don’t think I can take anymore I…” He loses his words when you prod your finger and swipe at his slit. His eyes roll to the back of his head and he cums even more. A high pitched whimper falls from his lips, deep from his throat. His pawing at your shirt. “What’s wrong sweet boy?” You almost fake pout at him and wow does he find that so fucking hot.

He’s conflicted, he’s very turned on but it’s starting to hurt, although that’s not something he particularly minds. His expression falls calm after his sixth orgasm of the night. He takes his deep breaths and looks up at you while you slowly and gently keep working him at a pace that doesn’t prompt him to feel so much. “M-Maybe I can do more…please can I have more?” He asks, looking up at you with pleading eyes while shifting his hips up.

He’s still aching. His tip is his most sensitive spot and with all the attention it’s been getting it’s quite red. So you work him at his shaft, gently twisting your wrist. He was calm, letting out the soft moans until you included his tip into the mix. He’s so loud. With the noises of your moist hands around his cock and the preexisting mess all over his lap he’s close enough. But when he remembers you’re the one taking care of him and looks up at you?

He’s done for.

He finishes a few more times, making it to the ninth. He cried a good amount from the pain but he never stopped you, even when you asked. He’s sweating, he’s exhausted. “Need kisses. Can’t do any more please m’so tired..” He tells you. You look down at his lap and your own hands. Maybe he’s right.

Maybe one more.

“Please baby just one more…” You plead with a charming smile. He looks at you with his tear stricken face, unsure of what to do or say. “I promise I’ll give you kisses…just one more.” That boy will do anything for kisses. So he gives in. You give him a small break first but he’s still sensitive when you go back in with your hand. You stroke him a bit quick considering how sensitive he is but you immediately press your lips to his, giving him more pleasure to override the pain. During that time, there wasn’t a moment where his lips weren’t on yours. You basically kissed him through the pain. He smiles a tad but whimpers against your lips, occasionally moaning when your hand got to be a bit much.

Especially when he was about to cum, he had to pull away because he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. “Mmh please—ow please let me cum I’m gonna—mmph—” He tries to keep his lips to yours as he pleads to cum for the tenth time all over your hand. You smile against his lips and pull away to tell him he can cum. So he does for the last time that night. You let go of his extremely sensitive dick and find the rag to wipe your hand off, letting him breathe it out and calm down. You’re still in his presence though. That’s all he really needs.

You look at him and smile, he tries to give one back but he’s so tired he lets his eyes fall closed and drops his head back to the pillows. “So exhausted.” He says simply. You giggle and nod, cleaning him up.

“I figured.”

a/n: yall can leave me alone now

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[narcissistichedonist]

you said you could take it

you said please

you begged for more as though you understood what that meant

but more is cruel here

more is merciless

more is the kind of thing that leaves you twitching, blank, and broken, soaked in sweat and tears and every trace of surrender you didn’t know you were capable of

i don’t stop when you’re shaking

i don’t stop when you scream

i don’t stop when your body tries to crawl away from the very thing it was just begging for

no, that’s when it gets good

that’s when the fun starts

when your thighs clamp shut on instinct and i pry them apart again without a word

when your voice is gone and all you can do is sob into the sheets

when you’re not even trying to make sense of it anymore, just gasping and drooling and clenching like some overstimmed animal

and i keep going anyway

you’ll cum until it stops feeling good

until you’re raw and mindless

until you’re begging not for release but for mercy

and still i won’t give it to you

because mercy isn’t part of the game

because i warned you

because you asked for this

because the only thing i want more than your pleasure

is the way you fall apart from too much of it

you don’t get safewords here

you don’t get soft endings

you get ruined

rattled

emptied out and used up

fucked into silence by the very thing you claimed you could handle

so go ahead

tell me you want more again

and let’s see just how far you really fall this time

[kabr0ztrousers]

A fat demon duke madly falling in love with a fem reader that is not into him. He has her tied up while she is kicking and screaming for him to stop undressing and touching her. All the while he tells her how delicious her body looks/feels and how much of a better life she'll have with him. Oh and he buries his face in her pussy and makes her squirt a ton.

Kabr0z Writes Episode 84: Duke of the Iron Forest

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes Anthology here!

CWs: Noncon; restraints; receiving cunnilingus; female ejaculation; overstim; painful penetrative sex; excessive cum

A/N: Sorry there wasn't a story yesterday, a combination of an early morning and a late shift messed with me a little.

That makes 2 I owe you all, which I'll make up at some point before the year's end

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The chains held you, suspended halfway up the wall. Rough, hot stone behind you, black iron railings above. A bar between your ankles kept your legs spread out, exposing you to any who passed by.

Not that anyone passed by, of course. The guards were forbidden from this section of the dungeon. The only one permitted to enter your cell was your captor, Duke Bombodur of the Iron Forest. He had more titles, demons collected them like other people collect stamps, but you weren't going to give him the satisfaction of remembering most of them. Maybe if he'd just let you go, you'd be nicer to him. Or you'd run a million miles away and never look back.

You sighed, daydreaming of freedom, fleeing as fast as your legs would carry you through the spiky forest. The smell of the dungeon brought you back to reality: sulphur, iron, old stone. Your sigh went from wistful to exasperated as you rattled around in vain, testing chains you knew would never weaken.

The flapping of wings echoed through the corridor. He turned a corner, coming into view. Tiny wings sprouted from his shoulder blades, flapping lazily to keep him in the air. That was the only small part of him. Bombodur was a hulking mass of shuddering, quivering flesh. Stumpy, gout-ridden limbs protruding from an almost spherical body, a head comprised mostly of jowls and broad, curling horns perched on top. Deep black skin stretched over his body, patterned with stars that seemed to be miles beneath the surface, twinkling and shifting as he moved. Gold jewellery jangled on his wrists and ankles, a shimmering golden robe hung from him. Open at the front, it did nothing to hide the swinging manhood that dangled between his legs, perpetually leaking a string of golden precum onto the ground underneath him.

Nobody ever accused him of subtlety.

"Ahh, my pet" His voice was deep and slurred, every syllable flowing like crude oil "How I love visiting you" He hovered up to your face as you turned away from him. The back of one hand stroked your cheek the smells of heavy incense and blood clinging to his skin made bile rise in your throat

"Are you going to let me go?" You turned your face up, pointedly not looking at him

"Only when you accept my proposal"

Ugh, this again

He continued "Be my dutchess, rule by my side as my wife! You'll find it much more comfortable than this squalid dungeon"

You rather liked your dungeon. You hate it, but it's still preferable to marrying him.

He floated higher, holding your face, pointing you towards him as a cruel grin "Mayhaps I shall convince you" He hovered slightly lower, creaking arms holding your thighs apart as he started kissing the outer lips of your cunt. You tried to twist your body away from him, only succeeding in driving yourself into his face. His tongue slipped between your lips, forked a hundred times, every tip teasing a different part of you as it slid in. You hated to admit it, he was good at this.

The very end of his tongue probed your cervix, the barbs at the base rubbing against your clit. Still more in the middle rubbed the ceiling of your vagina, pressing against the ridged upper wall as your cunt tensed around him. You groaned as your head lolled back, your body responding to his mouth as it sealed around your entrance, rhythmically sucking on you as your hips twisted and turned against him.

You felt like you needed to piss. Every move of his tongue sending twinges through your bladder. The pressure grew and grew with his attention, your toes curling and breath catching. Your clit tingled in his mouth as your feet planted on the stone behind you, pushing yourself harder against his mouth. He pressed against your pubic bone from the inside, forcing up into the inner part of your clit.

You barely stifled a scream as you felt yourself empty into his mouth. Every move, every twitch and ripple of his tongue drove more fluid out of you. Your eyes rolled as he kept going, feeling yourself fill up again before releasing a second time before he coaxed you to a second release, then a third, a fourth...

You lost count. He ate your cunt like he needed it to live, gulping down your squirt like it's the first water he'd had in days. Every time you came, every stifled whine, moan or whimper spurred him on. Your aching cunt squeezed and twitched, every move making you sob and squeak.

He pulled away from you. Floated back up to be level with your face, the many-tipped tongue licking your cheek before he forced it down your throat. The musky, hot taste of your orgasms coating your tongue as he pressed that drooling cock against your twitching quim. It slipped in easily, the soft flesh of your cunt parting around it as he made it fit. His tongue muted the groans of pain escaping you as you gargled out your displeasure, the radiating pain coming from between your thighs mingling with renewed arousal as the thick rod drove into you. He rubbed against you, wings flickering as every thrust pushed you upwards, every time he went deeper until he hammered against your cervix. Another scream of pain was muted by his mouth as it hammered against your back wall, bruising your sensitive limit. Every bludgeoning thrust eliciting cries of pain as he pleasured himself with your broken body.

At last, he forced himself deep into you, threatening to burst through. His breath was fetid as he grunted into your face. A guttural, grinding noise came from deep in his chest. His cock swelled up slightly, pressure building before he shot his load into you. Pulse after pulse of hot cum flooded you, filling your womb before flowing out of you, every fresh pulse forcing itself in before your body pushed it out, flowing down his cock to land with a slapping drip on the floor.

He pulled out. Your wide-open cunt twitching, golden cum dripping from you in a glob. His tongue pulled from your gagging throat. You collapsed, the chains taking your weight as your body hung slack

"Same time tomorrow, songbird?"

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That went a little more noncon than I was expecting! I was tempted to put in cervical penetration as well, but someone has requested a demon do that to some hapless reader, so I'll save it for now...

I hope I've adequately described the sensation of having a squirting orgasm, it's not something there's a lot of documentation on. Or rather, there's a *lot* of documentation on it, but it's almost all intended to be read with one hand below the belt. Maybe one day you'll get to hear the story of my first sexual liaison, where I learned I'm pretty good at that

[blueberrybeomgyu]

― dizzy .ᐟ l.sh ❁｡ﾟ･°

౨ৎ💜 warnings ⋆.ೃ࿔ : 18+, i tried not to use gendered terms for reader but i might've slipped up, stoned!sohee, reader is probably stoned too but idrk, overstim, another abrupt ending, sohee passes out / wc: 1.2k / masterlist / a/n : first sohee work!! i hope u like it :)) please excuse any typos >< / divider

sohee gets so useless when he’s high. he always accepts it when you offer him another hit, even when he’s already lazy. you know it’s wrong, but he’s so cute like that, barely keeping his head up. his eyelids flutter shut every few minutes, but he fights to keep them open. you tell him he can go to bed if he wants to, but he just shakes his head, mumbling that he wants to talk to you. you give him your full attention, but he doesn’t say anything else. he fidgets with the hem of your shorts instead. he’s slouched on the couch, head resting on the back cusion so he’s lower than you, looking up at you expectantly.

“sohee,” you smile, “if you want something, you’ll have to ask for it.”

after a few seconds, he slurs out a response so badly you can’t really make it out. he’s waiting for your answer to a question you didn’t hear, and you raise an eyebrow at him. he whines, dragging out your name and tugging your arm. you follow his lead, leaning closer until you’re inches apart and his soft pants are hitting your face.

“kiss me?” he says, letters still bleeding together, but this time, you’re close enough to actually hear him. you hesitate for a moment, but his eyes dragging down to your lips makes you shiver, and you pull him into a kiss.

he sighs into it, pulling you closer until you’re hovering over his lap. you let one hand cup his cheek and the other slip into his hair. you tug on the locs and sohee inhales sharply, breaking the kiss. you turn the attention to his neck instead, marking it up slowly. sohee mumbles something about being closer. he tries to pull your hips closer to his, but the weed has made his arms jelly. 

he lifts his own instead, pressing his body against yours. the feeling forces another noise from his mouth. he grinds his hips up, getting lost in the sensation, until his legs tire out, and his hips fall back against the couch. he makes a noise in complaint, and you get the hint, resting your weight on him completely. you set the pace this time, rolling your hips against his and licking into his mouth when it drops open. he pants something against your lips. his eyes are squeezed shut when you pull away and you whisper in his ear, asking him to repeat himself.

“so good, plea- se,” he says, stuttering as you nip at his neck. he doesn’t last long even sober, and you know he’s just moments from cumming. you run your hands up his shirt, feeling the hot skin of his chest until you reach his nipples. you pinch and tug both, and he doesn’t even say anything. he looks at you with pink, lidded eyes before they roll back. his eyelids flutter closed as his hips jerk, wetness seeping into his pants as he cums. you still your hips, letting him grind up against you as he rides his orgasm out. to your surprise, he doesn’t stop, hips stuttering against yours as he overstimulates himself.

“keep– can we k-keep g-going? please?” he says, voice trembling and eyes clouded over. you hum, lifting off of his lap to his displeasure. you trace the wet spoit in his pants with your finger. his hips twitch up into the sensation and he whines when you pull away. he starts begging again, dragging words together to create what might sound like sentences to him. all you can make out is that he’s rushing you, weakly pulling you toward him again. you resist, standing in between his legs and pulling his bottoms off. you pull his shirt off as well, letting him rest bare against the couch. goosebumps litter across his arm. his tongue lolls out of the corner of his mouth as he watches you take your own clothing off. it’s too slow for him, but he’s too slow-brained to complain. by the time he’s able to form the words, you’re already stripped and climbing back on top of him. 

“think you can make me cum, pretty?”

sohee whimpers, pulling your legs further apart so he can look at your body. he babbles something unrelated to your question, which makes you laugh.

“you don’t even hear me, huh? brainless up there,” you say, tapping his forehead. you barely use any force, but his head falls back against the couch again. he looks up at you glossy-eyed, waiting for your next move. he sucks in a breath when you take ahold of his member, and holds it as you align it with your opening. the breath comes out wheezy, strained as you sink down on him. his hips jerk when you bottom out, and his fingers dig into your skin as if you’ll disappear.

you stay seated for longer than necessary, watching his face contort whenever you squeeze around him. he starts a profanity, lets it fizzle out as his head falls to the side, mouth open on a silent moan. you cup his face in your hand and turn him back to look at you. tears are pooling in his eyes, and he stares at you blankly when you ask him what’s wrong. you shake his head back and forth gently, but he only responds when you roll your hips forward, gasping and tightening his grip on your hips even further. you wince, pulling his hands away from your hips and pining them against the back of the couch. you use that as leverage as you lift your hips slowly, letting sohee’s cock slide halfway out of your walls. he stutters profanities again, face scrunching up as you sink back down. 

even with your slow pace, everything is too fast for him. he struggles to keep up, moaning to pleasure he hasn’t comprehended yet. spikes of pain bleed into the pleasure he feels, and it’s overwhelming, difficult to wrap his head around. he tries to just sit back and take it, considering he asked for it. he tries to hold out his second orgasm as well, but everything feels much more intense than it does when he’s sober. it feels like the pleasure is enough to turn his vision spotty. his head feels mushy, it feels like there’s not enough space for all of his feelings, like every thought is a bubble that pops before he has the time to understand it, and he only clues into the present again when you tap his cheek lightly.

“gonna cum again? you can,” you say. sohee whimpers and gives into the feeling. as the second orgasm washes over him, the thought passes through his brain that you’re so nice tonight, letting him cum again despite you not cumming yet. 

his mouth hangs open again, loud noises falling from it until you slide your fingers past his lips, muffling him even when his noises increase in pitch as you keep going, as you bounce on him quicker. the lack of time to catch up has his head spinning. he thinks his eyes roll, thinks he might be drooling, thinks another pitiful noise forces its way out of his mouth (albeit muffled) as the agonizing pleasure tingles up his spine, sets his limbs on fire. then, his vision goes blurry, spotty, black, until the static in his head quiets.

[acapelladitty]

Okay, I haven't finished the show yet, but I NEED more Cooper content and you did amazingly last time. That being said, I NEED (am asking you politely, whenever you have time and/or wish to write this) Cooper being overstimulated. Pretty please, and much thanks!

- Supervillain-Smut

For you baby? Anything! Have some Cooper being overstimmed and teased just below the read more 👀💦😈

Of the many downsides which came with the Ghoul transformation, arguably one of the worst which Cooper had long come to terms with was the loss of sensation across the leathered skin which covered his body. A valuable boon in a shootout, it let him focus his attention on the action at hand without worrying too much about the damage, but when the guns were holstered and the cold nights settled in, that same loss of sensation was a right pain in the ass when he was trying to get his rocks off.

Although, it was a reality of his situation which didn't seem to affect her and the wickedly cruel things she enjoyed putting him through on a regular basis.

"Come on, handsome."

Perched atop his thighs as she stroked her soft hand along his painfully hard cock, her warmth seeped into his own as it took every piece of willpower in his old bones to not knock her to the floor and sink himself as deeply into her cunt as he could to get some relief.

But a bet was a bet, and he wasn't one to give up without a good fight.

Already having been pulled back from the edge of release twice, his cock felt heavy and overheated as it jutted against his stomach. A small patch of pre-cum decorated the leathery skin where the livid head of his cock brushed against him with every jerk and slight cant of his hips.

"It looks almost painful, Coop." She mused, trailing the pads of her fingers along the prominent veins which lined his cock - the texture there something he knew she was fascinated by as it often stretched her out in ways that had her muffling her cries into his shoulders. "Maybe we should stop. Give it a little time to rest."

"Promises, promises, handsome."

"If you stop touchin' me, darling, then I'm not gonna be responsible for the outcome." Cooper grunted, the final word glancing up at the final syllable as her soft thumb rubbed a solid line across the ridge where his shaft met the head - a sensation which made his balls tighten and his throat stutter as it fired intense waves of pleasure across his stiff frame. "I'd throw you to the floor and show you things that not even the monsters who walk alongside the worst of them would dream about."

"Tastes like you."

"One I intend to keep, darli-fuck."

Hissing the expletive as her pointer finger teased at his slit, she gathered a small bead of his pre-cum and brought it to her lips. With a salacious flick, she swallowed down the slight taste with a pleasant hum.

Unable to help the grinding of his hips, Cooper bucked subtly into the air as he watched her filthy actions. Those same lips had sucked him dry many a time with such finesse that he found himself going out of his way to perform little acts of kindness for her in the hope that she'd see fit to grace him with another performance.

"Quit teasin' and get to it before I blow a hole in your head and finish myself off." He warned, hands gripping her thighs so roughly that he knew little crescent bruises would soon loom in the area.

Obviously ignoring his threat, her hand dropped to cup at his balls roughly, squeezing and rolling them between her fingers as a growl of pained arousal made his cock twitch, untouched.

"Oh, it's gonna blow alright. But only when you've been good enough to deserve it."

A bet was a bet.

And Cooper Howard would be a stubborn son of a bitch to the bitter end as he twisted his lips into an off-kilter smile and forced himself to relax into her touch.

"Whatever you say, darlin'."

[jarofstyles]

Idea!!! pussy eating overstim because Harry is feeling evil but he’s holding her down because she can’t stop moving and whining and he’s evil laughing and being rough with her trying to keep her in place 😖😖😖

oh lorddddd. bet.

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warnings- dom!h, hand tying, impact play, mention of safe word(?)

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"Please, please, please, pleas-" Her begging was interrupted by a hand smacking over her thigh, a wet gasp leaving her mouth at the sharp feeling.

"Stop fuckin' moving." His voice drawled out, peeking up at her with a wet chin. Lips were raspberry red, glistening with her arousal. Harry had been going at it for a while now. Y/N couldn't tell. All she knew was that he had made her cum twice so far, and a 3rd was on it's way.

The feeling was overwhelming- almost painful. It was stimulating her in a way that felt almost prickly, soothed by the heat and softness of his skilled tongue as he licked over her poor, abused clit and pressed healing kisses to her after each trembling orgasm. Her legs felt weak, like they'd been taken from her body and replaced with sticky pudding. Sweat slicked pieces of her hair to her face as her hands were tied up in a pretty little rope arrangement that Harry had stuck to their headboard.

"I can't." In any other instance she would cringe at sounding so whiny, so pathetic, but Harry tended to draw that out of her. "It hurts and it feels good and I dunno If I can do another one."

Harry let out a laugh, shaking his head as his hands pushed her thighs back further. Her cunt was exposed to the open air for the both of them to see, her weepy hole dripping down past her ass to make a mess on the sheets that she could already feel. "No? Y'can't take another one?" he clicked his tongue in disappointment. "That's not my good girl. My good girl would say, 'thank you sir, I'll take what you give me.'. But here you are... telling me you can't." I could have edged you like I did the other day..." That had been the real torture. 4, maybe 5 times? She had been sobbing and begging for release by the end of that. "And now you don't want to cum. Which is it?"

Y/N's mouth gaped as she tried to speak, feeling a little dumb from the orgasms she had previously had as she processed his words. It wasn't fast enough though, considering Harry's fingers came down to swat over her already sensitive cunt. She squealed, jerking in his hold as she tried- and was unable to- close her legs. "I can do it, I can do it. I'm sorry." She cried out. "Want- want it. Love your mouth so much, feels so good." Her eyes were wide and wet with the tears she had shed from the pleasured pain, making him grin.

"That's more like it. You can use your safe word, color out if you really need... But I think my girl's just being a brat." He cooed, thumbing over her puffy clit. "Just wanted to love on this sweet pussy, baby. Make you feel good, yeah? S'what you deserve from being good today. Don't make me take it away."

[sensitive-neuvi-enthusiast]

You're his favorite show (2)

Choso is determined to win that one on one with you. Even going as far as to deny his own pleasure.

Divider: @rookthornesartistry

Content: fem!reader, reader is a camgirl, self pleasure (choso, reader), overstim (Choso), denial mentioned (also choso), pretties (readers name for followers) sex toys(vibrator, faux cock), lots of cum, parasocial behavior forming

Wc: 1.2k

Part one, Part Three

His stomach muscles tensed, another load of cum landing on his tummy as he watched you. Keeping one finger on the heart button, spamming them as quickly as he could. He needed to win. He had to. His finger was cramping, screaming from the awkward position he had it in, but he ignored all pain, all discomfort. Choso had told himself, after your announcement, that he was going to ignore his cock. Even if it was hard, leaking, the tip a flushed red. He would ignore it. And he had, his sole focus was pressing that heart over and over again. He would win if he did this, he was sure of it.

“Gonna make a pretty mess for me?” He heard you purr, your form leaning back in the chair as you held a small bullet vibrator to your clit. He felt like you were speaking directly to him and he'd never deny you. A glob of saliva was immediately spit onto his hand, wrapping around his length. Which is how he ended up coming four times, his hand still stroking his soft cock as he watched you. Twitching with sensitivity.

Fuck. He'd never forgive himself if he lost his one chance to talk to you in private because he couldn't resist you.

Even so, he never stopped pressing the heart. And he continued until your back arched, your arousal coating the toy. Funny how he started to harbor hatred and jealousy towards that little thing. He watched your naked chest rise and fall, a thin layer of sweat covering your skin. Subconsciously, he licked his lips. “Mmm…”you hummed, thumb searching for the button to turn off the toy. And when you pulled it away, he audibly groaned. Watching as a string of slick still connected you to the head of the vibrator. “I see lots of hearts here, pretties. You're gonna make it difficult to choose a winner.” you giggled, sitting forward a little as you scrolled. He held his breath as he awaited the verdict, his dick lying limp against his stomach. He'd clean himself up later.

“Hmmm, it seems that three of you spent and sent the same amount. Megadaddy00, callmepapa, and princ3charming.” His heart thumped when you addressed him but it clenched too, they'd all sent the same amount?

“Guess I'll have to choose,” you gave a pout to your lips. “Sorry pretties, I didn't expect three people to spend..” you looked at the amount, “$1,000 each.” Had he really spent that much? Choso was paying little attention. It's okay, he'd just take extra shifts. “How about this, give me three days mmkay? I'll announce the winner then.”

He would wait. For eternity if he had to, for you.

The next three days passed painfully slow. Especially since longer hours at work meant less time checking your social media. Your website. Anything for an update. He knew you said three days but, isn't he the obvious choice? He didn't want to wait anymore. So when he got home that day, he quickly made his way into his room. Not even bothering to take note of the ‘late rent’ note on the door. You were doing another show tonight. The answer had to come now.

He shrugged off his clothes, settling into bed, pulling out his laptop. As soon as he joined, so did you, your pretty face appearing on his screen.

“Hello, pretties. Thank you for being so patient. I know how much you wanna know who won.” Millions of messages popped up in the corner but he was too focused on you. He couldn't even bring himself away enough to tell you how pretty you looked again today. “I won't draw it out for much longer, the winner is….princ3charming!” You giggled, resting your elbows (and tits) on the table's surface. Did you just say…he won? All the blood drained from his face. His hands shook. Was this really happening?

“I'll call you privately after today's show to set up a time.”

Choso didn't think his heart could beat any louder than what it was currently doing. Thumping harshly against his chest.

Once more, Choso was left panting and sweaty. A mess of cum sitting on his tummy as his hazy eyes watched you. Even more excited now that he knew he'd get to see you. One on one. Talk to you, watch you. A show only for him. Fuck, the thought alone was enough to make him hard again. His spit covered palm slid up and down his length, leaving a mess clinging to his balls. You came too, your pretty pussy spasming around the faux cock you'd been thrusting in and out of you. A shiny sheen of liquid coated the toy when you slipped it out. You hummed, bringing it to your lips. Licking your own arousal off the toy.

“Fuck…fuck…” He whispered, stroking his dick even though it protested, leaving him to come very little. Choso was surprised his balls weren't completely drained yet.

“Thank you for joining, Pretties. And princ3charming? I'll be contacting you soon.” You gave your signature blow kiss before ending it. Choso was left with his mess, eyes glued to the screen as he waited. He wanted to clean up, but what if he missed your call while he did that? Choso couldn't risk it. So he sat in an uncomfortable mess of cum. A small chime came from his laptop, your small picture popping up in the middle.

Holy shit. He looked around nervously, teeth sinking into his lip as he pressed accept. It was just a voice call but fuck, he felt like he could pass out.

“Hello, princ3charming,” you cooed. And he didn't know how it was possible but his dick gave an excited twitch. “Hi…” God his voice sounded rough, scratchy. “Congratulations on your big win! When would you like to accept your prize?” More than anything, he wanted to say right now. To get to watch you lose yourself again. Making a mess that only he could see. But with one look at his poor, trying its best to harden dick, he thought against it. “Tomorrow…?”

“Tomorrow is perfect, around 8 work for you?” He nodded then mentally slapped himself since he knew you couldn't see him. “Yes…it's fine.”

“Wonderful, I'll see you then pretty.” His face heated and his dick jumped, again. And he could feel that you were going to hang up. “Wait!” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “I made a mess…like you wanted.” Please be proud of him. Praise him. He loves you so much. You chuckled, “Did you now? You can show me firsthand tomorrow.” He heard a click before the call disconnected. Fuck. It was starting to get painful now, how badly his erection wanted to rise with need. But he couldn't, his poor cock was overused.

This wouldn't do. He needed to be ready for you. To show you, like you'd asked. Which means he'll have to hold off on touching himself until eight. No morning jerk offs to your video or imagining you riding him until you made a mess of him instead of those lackluster toys.

Tomorrow? He'd truly make you notice him.

Taglist: @adanfore, @matchafroggies724, @sabo-has-my-heart

[idrawweirdstuffnominors]

Your bill fic was so good oh my God?? I love him overstimming just to be a dick and it made me think about him overstimming the hell out of his partner just to see how many times he can get them to cum until they're like an incoherent mess

(Lol someone's gonna end up prrreganté but lowkey love this idea WE ABOUT TO GET FREAKY DEAKY

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Title: “You Started It, Doll”

(Sequel to “Belly Rub Trouble”)

You thought you were being slick.

He was lying on the couch, post-movie, smug and half-hard under his sweats, talking shit like always. You slid into his lap, kissed his throat, whispered filth in his ear — until his cock was pressing up against you, hot and heavy.

Then you straddled him and made a move to ride his face, grinning. Revenge.

Only… you forgot who you were dealing with.

Bill chuckled — low, like a growl — right before he grabbed your hips and slammed you down on his mouth like it was his idea. One of his arms wrapped around your thigh to keep you there while the other snaked between your legs, fingers going right to your clit.

“Oh, so you wanna play queen?” he mumbled between licks. “Sit on a throne? Cute. Lemme remind you who built it.”

You didn’t stand a chance.

His tongue worked inside you deep and wet while his fingers circled tight, merciless spirals around your clit. You were cumming in under a minute, panting, twitching — but Bill didn’t stop.

He kept you there, fingers slick and sloppy, sucking your clit like it was a challenge. You tried to pull away once, maybe twice — but he growled against you, digging his fingers harder into your ass until you rode it out.

He made you cum again. And again.

By the time he let you go, you were crying into his shoulder, legs shaking.

“Oh no, baby,” he laughed, voice rough as sandpaper. “You don’t get to tap out yet.”

He carried you to the shower. Not gentle — not romantic. He had that look in his eyes: cocky, half-wild, like he was about to ruin something on purpose.

Water hit your skin as he pressed you against the tile. He didn’t even wait for the temperature to settle — he shoved your legs apart and slid in, one hand pinning your wrists above your head while the other lifted your thigh to open you wider.

You were already sensitive. The stretch made you cry out.

“That’s right,” he grunted into your neck. “Cry for it.”

Bill slammed into you. Hard. Unrelenting. The water made everything slick, your skin sliding against his with every thrust, every slap of wet skin on skin echoing in the shower.

He whispered all kinds of filthy shit in your ear — mostly insults disguised as praise.

“You thought you were gonna ride my face and get away with it?”

“I eat better than you fuck, sweetheart.”

“This pussy ain’t yours. It’s mine. Always was.”

When you came around him mid-thrust — choking on a sob, collapsing against the wall — he barely slowed down. He pulled out with a grunt, hot and thick, and stroked himself until he painted your cheek with it.

“Wear it.” His voice was hoarse. “Be a good girl and clean it.”

You did. Eyes glassy, mouth open. Tongue out.

He hissed when you licked him clean, his hand fisting in your hair, his body still shuddering.

You leaned your head against his chest after, boneless, your legs done.

Bill kissed your temple — rough, but lingering. And he smirked.

“You really thought you were gonna get one up on me, huh?”

He chuckled as you nodded, dazed with it running down your cheek.

“Next time, baby… remember who runs the show.”

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Bill lit a cigarette by the window while you slept. The room was damp from the shower, steam still clinging to the corners. You’d cleaned yourself up, crawled back into his bed with trembling limbs, and now you were passed out under his blanket like a wrecked thing.

He took a drag. The smoke steadied him — or tried to.

You’d said it soft, before you knocked out. Barely audible over the hum of the bathroom fan.

“You were a little too rough, y’know…”

He’d snorted. Rolled his eyes. And said what he always did when he didn’t wanna deal with things:

“Shut up.”

A beat.

“You loved it.”

But now, standing here in the low light, watching the rise and fall of your breath — he wasn’t so sure.

Your arm had gone limp when he picked you up. You hadn’t even clung to him. You always clung. There was a little crease between your brows even in sleep. Not pain, exactly, but something close enough.

And your voice — you’d said it almost like you didn’t expect him to care.

His fingers tightened around the cigarette. Jaw clenched.

It was always a game with him. Push-pull. Smirk and sneer. Say it first so no one could hurt him with it.

But he couldn’t shake it this time. Couldn’t scrub the picture of your too-tired smile from his brain, the way you kissed his jaw anyway, like you didn’t want him to feel bad, even when you had every right to.

He swore under his breath.

Flicked the cigarette into the tray, half-finished.

Walked back to the bed.

You were curled up toward the wall now, spine exposed, arm tucked under the pillow. Bill stood there a second, not moving — like getting closer would make the guilt louder.

Then, quietly, he climbed in beside you. Didn’t touch you. Just lay there, close enough to feel your warmth, far enough that you wouldn’t stir.

Stared at the ceiling like it had the answers.

He’d never say it out loud — not yet — but the pit in his chest wouldn’t budge. That gnawing, twisting thing that whispered:

You didn’t mean to hurt her.

But you did.

And she still kissed you goodnight.

He sighed through his nose, rolled to face you, and stared at the back of your head like it might give him peace.

It didn’t.

But he was trying.

Maybe tomorrow he’d say something.

Maybe not “sorry” — but something.

Something real.

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[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 16- tentacle fetish w/ han

⤷ warnings: overstim, reader is mentioned once (no gender), size kink if you squint, anal penetration

⤷ word count: 777

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You probably would think he's weird for this, hell even he thinks he's weird for liking such things. Maybe his anime addiction is catching up with him.

To pass time he usually watches anime, typical of him usually picking whichever one catches his eye. Every since he was a kid he loved cartoons so what's the difference now.

Alot.

Maybe, again it's his anime addiction that has this effect on him but at the same time he might be a kinky freak. It could also be because of the type of hentai he watches.

He was curious, scrolling through some random website full of hentai videos. He stumbled upon a video. Of course he clicks on it, it's interesting to him so he clicks.

What he wasn't expecting to see is his dick twitch from the confinement of his underwear.

He had never felt an orgasm that strong before. Imagining an extraterrestrial fucking him? He was surely embarrassed when he came. Quickly turning off his phone, staring up into space. Was he like really really into that? Surely it was a one time thing.

The next time it happened, he deliberately clicked on it. No "im curious" or anything of the sort. He felt gross for liking it but after the first time, he really couldn't stop.

After the nth time he jerked off to some tentacle porn, he caved in and brought a dildo. A fairly large sized dildo, with a wide base.

He did anal stuff before he was even with you. Though he never took somethingー that big.

When he received the package, he held off trying it for a while. Keeping it under his bed where no one else could find itー unless they are, of course snooping.

When he took it out and held it in his hands his mind was racing.

"Fuck."

He grabs the bottle of lube from the side drawer, pulling down his pants and underwear. He squirts some of the lube out of the tube, warming it up with his other hand.

He prods the first finger at his rim, slowly pushing it in. He tentatively starts moving his finger, before adding another one.

"s-shit" he says as he doubles over. It doesn't take much to get him going, or to finish.

He curls his fingers up simultaneously straightening them out again. He knew he had to prepare for much more but he feels like he can cum just from his fingers.

He adds a third finger, pumping them in rhythm. He felt like he could take the fourth relatively quick. Easing the fourth one in, he accidentally came. Semen dripping down his thighs and some landing on his stomach.

He whimpers at the feeling of him taking out his fingers. He reaches over for the lube he had early, grabbing the dildo making sure it's covered in lube. He lifts his hips place the tip at his hole.

He looks down and he can feel his heart racing. 'am I really gonna be able to take that' he thinks but before he can let his thoughts take over he lowers his hips on the toy.

"a-ah" he quickly brings his hand over his mouth, covering it from any noises he could possibly make.

He didn't even get to the middle before he starts to fuck himself on it. Reaching lower each time.

"c-cant!" Whimpers and whines leave his mouth as he bottoms out. Stretching out his hole, he was sure it would leave him with a limp.

He switches the pace, putting the end of his shirt in his mouth while he bounces. Mumbling random words that come mind.

He wraps a hand around his cock. Hand toying with his tip.

A specific plunge of his hips gets him cumming, head buried in the pillows.

"Mmph s-so good! Fuck."

He slowly pulls the dildo out of his ass, seeing the abundance of lube he use leak out too gets him hard again.

Instead of going for another round of analー which he knows he can't take. He opts to grinding on the toy.

He puts the toy underneath him, slowly moving his hips across it. Leaving a trail of precum on it.

He was getting sensitive, this being the third time cumming. Every movement makes him shudder.

"Too much!" He moans, hips never stop moving though.

Quickly after he cums again in little spurts. He looks down at the mess he made, covered in his own cum, sweat and some lube. He takes a picture and saves it to his private album. Definitely gonna revisit that picture one or twice.

[mncxbe]

Hello

Something similar to the post where Chuuya dragged Akutagawa out to a night club/bar, however Reader insists they go with them (keep an eye on Chuuyas drunk ass) and basically Chuuya walks off, leaving reader alone with Akutagawa and Chuuya ends up talking a lot with a girl that by pure coincidence looks almost exactly like reader. So she's just sat there jealous, like even the bartender starts being like "uh.. You okay, this is the 15th shot of vodka in the row—" or she just completely ignored the guy behind that just tried to grab her wirst (she ends up riding Chuuya for hours on end back at home overstimming both of them—) (maybe that reader and Akutagawa have a sibling like relationship)

Omg yes I absolutely love this idea anon and I had so much fun writing this. I also got a bit silly with it hehe. Hope you enjoy♡

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𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒚𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡

"What ya doing darling? Really think I'm gonna let you cum this easily after what you did tonight?" you slurred your words as you bounced up and down your boyfriend's cock, manicured nails digging deep into his shoulders.

Beneath you, Chuya let out a low groan. "Please baby just need to cum I'm sorry I'm sorry"

Your slender fingers travelled to the nape of his neck, entangling in his scarlet locks. "Well too fucking bad" you said as you swiftly tugged at his hair, ripping a moan from his parted lips.

What was supposed to be a fun night at the club with your boyfriend and best friend ended up being a complete shitshow. Within half an hour from entering the club Chuya got drunk and vanished in the crowd. A few minutes later you spotted him lounging on one of the red velvet round sofas, chatting with a woman.

"Do you fucking see that?" you asked Akutagawa, who was mindlessly gazing around the room. He's always hated clubs; with their roaring music that blasted through the speakers, sending vibrations through his entire body and the sweaty swarm of people that never ceased dancing.

"Huh, see what?"

You pointed in Chuya's direction and he followed your finger, his silvery eyes landing on your boyfriend.

"Oh damn. That's awkward" he said, squinting his eyes. "She kinda looks like you tho."

You took a moment to examine the woman; indeed, she had fairly the same built as you and the shade of her silky hair was alike yours.

"I can't believe this" you huff as you grabbed Akutagawa's arm and dragged him towards the bar. "Come on drink with me"

"Aren't you gonna talk to him about..?"

"Fuck no. If he wants to cheat I won't bother to stop him" you chimed in.

Taking a seat on one of the high chairs at the glowing bar, you ordered ten shots of tequila. The bartender raised a brow in surprise upon hearing your order but hurriedly poured the light-gold liquor in small glasses, topping them with a perfectly cut slice of lime.

He placed the ten shots between you and Akutagawa with a little smile.

"Oh thank you sir. Put them on Chuya Nakahara's tab, will you?" you cooed, flashing him a sweet smile before dividing the drinks between you and Akutagawa. "Here you go. Five and five. Cheers!"

With a grace that only comes from practice you downed the first shot, taking a bite of lemon right after. Your body shook a little.

"Wow that was strong" you laughed, urging Akutagawa to drink his shot too.

Three minutes after all the glasses were empty; your glassy gaze slid to the place where your boyfriend was, still talking to that woman. His brows were slighly furrowed, eyes half-lidded as he leaned in to whisper something to his companion. The girl chuckled lightly and pat his shoulder with an exaggerated saccharine gesture.

"Tch... Bartender! Another round please and a negroni."

Akutagawa's eyes narrowed in your direction.

"Hey I think that's enough for tonight"

"Nonsense. Just five more each and then we can stop. We're having fun!"

~

Ten tequila shots and a cocktail later your head started spinning. The flashing lights that danced around the room only made your headache worse, a feeling of nausea taking over you. Akutagawa left a few minutes ago so you were all by yourself.

Chuya was still talking to the woman and they were closer now, his hand loosely sliding up and down her tight. A wave of jealousy washed over you when the woman leaned in, placing a kiss at the corner of Chuya's mouth.

"Oh fuck this. This is enough"

You got off the chair and marched through the crowd, shoving away a man who attempted to take you to dance.

"What the hell are you doing, Chuya?" you asked in a low voice, arms crossed over your chest.

The man shook upon hearing your voice. "Huh? What?" he slurred as his gaze moved from you to the other woman.

"Wait... you're not my girlfriend" he eventually concluded, pointing at the girl next to him. A loud slap landed across his face.

"You didn't tell me you had someone asshole" she screamed in a high pitched tone before getting off the sofa and disappearing in the crowd.

Chuya held a hand to his reddened cheek, his skin hot under his touch. "Sorry baby I'm really drunk right now." he said as he got off the couch, struggling to stand straight.

"Nah you don't say" you spat, gripping his wrist as you pulled him towards the exit.

~

Half an hour later you were back home, hips grinding against his as you pushed your boyfriend closer to his high. His head was thrown back, lips slightly parted as little whimpers and lewd sounds fell off them; tufts of his red hair clinged to his damp forehead.

"Please baby I'm sorry" he moaned lowly, eyes shut tight.

"You don't fucking say." you utter between ragged breaths, riding him at a relentless pace; You felt his dick pulsate again and suddenly ceased your motion, hovering your hips just above his length. Your boyfriend let out a huff at the loss of touch; his hands gripped your hips in attempt to pull you onto him again.

"I'm so close love it's been too long. I can't anymore."

"I also waited while you talked with that woman tonight so stop bitching around."

His deep blue eyes met yours again. They were glossy and blurry, tears threatening to spill at any moment.

"I'm so sorry my love. You know I'd never cheat on you. You're my one and only and I'm so so sorry I was so drunk I didn't realize..."

You instantly lowered your hips onto his, causing him to groan.

"Please angel please." he moaned, his desperate sounds causing a knot to form inside you.

"Promise me you'll never do this again" you said between sobs of pleasure.

His expression suddenly softened and he cupped your face with his calloused hands, gently brushing his thumb over your lower lip.

"My love I'll never do this again. Never gonna make you feel like this. Please forgive me and let me make it up to you." His words were so sweet they caused you to squeeze tightly around his length.

"Mm come on baby just cum on me. Make yourself feel good." he stuttered, gripping your hips as his nimble lips trailed feathery kisses along your neck.

Slowly but surely the two of you reached your high, panting. Your head came to rest on his heaving chest; his arms snaking around your body.

"I love you Y/N. Please forgive me." he whispered softly, your name falling off his lips like a prayer.

"Of course I forgive you Chu. I love you too much to stay mad at you."

He chuckled lightly, the tips of his digits gently tracing loose cricles along the expanse of your back; goosebumps rising on your wet skin. The alcohol lulled the two of you in a deep slumber and you fell asleep entangled with one another, your heartbeats syncing as you breathed in the same slow rhythm.

[stardustedseas]

NSFT

I. Can't stop thinking about Michael he's scskvdjd aaah

My friend said he seems like the type to coo at people and AUGH I MELTED

I just

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He'd be so fucking mean with it too I love him <3

Stop you have such good ideas IM TWEAKING I NEED HIM SO BAD

Like like I wanna be in tears and unable to think because of that whatever he is, chat 🧍‍♂️ I mean WHO SAID THAT???

Have a nice day! ^^

- 🌀 (<- i hope this isn't uh taken SCURRIES AWAY)

1.oh my GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDD STOP STOP YOUR FRIEND IS SO BIG BRAINED AND CORRECT lord almighty i fear i will be thinking about this so hard 2. AAAA my first emoji anon! 🌀 is all yours! YOU HAVE SUCH GOOD IDEAS TOO IM BEING FED SO WELL EVERYTIME YOU SEND AN ASK

call me sergey ushanka the way im actually eating my computer, could you imagine michael

thats it send post

jk nsfw under cut

could you imagine how he would coo so condescendingly at you everytime you try to simultaneously wriggle away from him in overstimulation but also buck your hips towards him. i know he would laugh and tease you for crying and being unable to speak properly but are still cumming for him over and over. itd speak in such a sweet tone but is saying and doing the most nasty shit. not to keep coming (heh) back to edging/overstim with him but its decevingly sweet voice cooing boarderline insults at you, teasing you for how you were just begging him to fuck you and now youre crying for it to stop? do you even know what you want?

oh lord or the way he would be so mean about how (rightfully) scared you are, it revels in your fear and confusion but would still make fun of you for it. maybe youre crying from frustration at how he keeps messing with your mind, putting extra doors them taking them all away, keeping you from sleeping for days on end, making you see things that arent really there, but how despite all that, you still want him. you still plead for its 'cock', for it to use that long tongue i know it has, to leave marks that you swear keep moving to different places on your body than the originally were. how despite the way your nose and ears start to bleed from being with him too long, you throb around him every time it speaks or laughs and lean into his touch

kinda dumbification in next part?

michael deciding youre the perfect next target and starts trying to torment you but youre just too air headed to even notice the extra random doors, he tries to keep you awake but you just chalk it up to insomnia and dont care, you barely notice when things go missing even if you use them everyday. he showed up in your house randomly and while you were alarmed at first, you just offered to make extra food and asked if it wanted anything to drink. there is some random thing in your house and you are ,,, trying to be a good host???? you really are an intriguing human. you frustrate him but are also so intriguing it cant leave you alone. no, you dont make a very good meal or are its usual entertainment, but michael has created a game of sorts of trying to get you to break.

who knew the thing that finally really got to you was just him cooing. all michael had to do was lightly tap the sharp point of his finger against your forehead and call you a poor little thing, youre lucky he found you instead of some other monster, they probably would be eating you in a less fun way than he would. it decided to try the route of driving you crazy via wondering if you were misreading things or if he would actually act on his words. and by god it worked. you would always get so flustered, fumbling over your words and forgetting whatever you were trying to do just because he leaned down and purred something into your ear.

michael the creature that you are

[lavender-teardroplettes]

Si x Anteo hcs when

.....ovo [SCREAMING] you're making the brainrot worse

But- I knew this would happen ovo some nsfw stuff will be under the cut.

Let's start with in game Anteo:

Dude has like- zero chance to get into Si's pants. One- Si's demisexual and doesn't do hookups and after just a few minutes of talking to Anteo he realizes that he's just a waste of a pretty face. He tries giving Anteo a fake number TWICE before Anteo corners him and demands Si give him is phone so Anteo could enter his phone number in SI's phone before calling himself so he could have it. And yes, he does take a picture and everything for the contact so 'he could get more of his pretty face." Si tries blocking him, but it's around the 4th or so new number where he gives up and unblocks Anteo's main phone just to get it to stop.

Every advancement Anteo makes gets rejected and put down, which just pisses Anteo off more. Sure, he likes a challenge, but he's never met someone so just...NOT interested in him and it drives him crazy, to the point he starts stalking Si and harassing him at work/in places he frequents on his off times, going as far as breaking into his house once Si starts using the buddy system to avoid him in public. The police do get called, but they're easily bribed with money, so they no longer are a viable option and turn a blind eye every call they get. Anteo might be wealthy enough to repair the things he breaks turning his tantrums, but Si isn't, so a lot of his things end up getting thrown out or needing to be replaced over time. Si considers getting a restraining order and moving, but when Anteo gets word of it this sets. Him. OFF. At that point, Si's getting kidnapped in the middle of the night and chained up at the ranger's station.

It's kinda up in the air from there, but I see Si gaslighting the fuck out of Anteo when he learns more about what makes him tick. Freedom's not an option, but house privileges? Check. Stopping him from doing the ai art/crypto bro shit, check. Going on dates that are actually kinda cute despite Anteo being a clingy and overprotective, pushy asshole? Check. Funny enough though, I do see Anteo and Si having a weird like, tsundere fueled heart to heart about why Anteo is like this, and it might be the Stockholm Syndrome talking, but Si might even feel a little SAD for him.

Now, unfortunately for Si they're actually into a lot of the same kinks and general likes when it comes to bedroom activities while being a good sub to his doming style- something Anteo takes advantage of to get him hot and bothered and thinking about crossing that line with him now that Si is HIS. And when they DO finally fuck, Si's teaching him the importance of an AFAB orgasm whether Anteo likes it or not. OvO which....hehehe trust me I think he will.~ I see there being a 50/50 of him either edging Si until his limits are broken OR both of them seeing just how long Si could keep cumming for with overstim sessions. Both of them have a lot of stamina so....I could actually just see them fucking all day. They match their freak levels. uwu Si's gonna get Anteo to let him peg him- I swear to you all. ovo

Now, for THE BOY ut!Anteo

Si and ut!Anteo get along MUCH better without all the bullshit canon Anteo puts him through. They're both nature and animal loves, so I see them crossing paths at a volunteering event- maybe being paired up to look after a small group of birds or something. They'd get to talking and would probably exchange numbers for future get togethers as friends, since I see them being cute and awkward friends in the beginning. Si doesn't have a lot of people he can regularly do outdoorsy stuff with, and Anteo appreciates his company. They're both quiet people for the most part, so they vibe well together and would probably be comfortable being silly around each other. Si also helps keep Anteo on track, sometimes texting him little reminders because he knows how scatter brained he can be.

I see Anteo teaching Si how to surf tbh. Si's always wanted to learn but knew he would look goofy trying, so he's glad someone like Anteo could show him without making him feel AS embarrassed about bailing. I'd say the would have met sometime around winter/spring, so at this point they'd known each other for a little while and have become regulars in each other's life. I think, while watching the sun start to set on their boards (close to shore of course surfing at night/early morning is dangerous), Anteo might come to realize that he had feelings for Si. It would make for a cute confession, shyly talking about it as they dried off and packed up, and I think they'd share a sweet, but shy and chaste kiss afterwards. uwu

Si's pegging him ovo oh Si is definitely pegging him. They're both shy about it at first- Anteo because he's never done it before and Si because it's always something he wanted to do but hesitated because he didn't want to deal with possible gender dysphoria. ovo All of that goes out the window after they properly take the time to prepare Anteo for the SMALLEST option they could find while being able to accommodate Si as well (which would be a double ended one uwu one side's MASSIVE but it does the job well). It's an experience for the both of them, I'll tell you that. ovo I might have to draw it actually, words don't do it justice. The cute way Anteo asks Si to top afterwards each time is just [chefs kiss] and when Anteo learns Si can naturally peg him while in heat? Oh boy, he's glad they've worked up sizes I'll tell you that. ovo

Pets. They have a lot of pets together with properly spaced out and enriched enclosures and a dog they take hiking with them after finding him wandering alone and without a home on one of their outings together.

[kaisworlds]

taking deep breaths because Tumblr deleted my draft while working on this twice now im going to try and write it in one go so this is unedited

Top dom male reader as always

names in red mean they stop acting like a brat and lose them selves in the pleasure

names in blue means they stop being shy and let out their moans

new: names in orange means they are all up in your ear no shame at all

PT. 2 of who fits the standard

pt1:

Eustass "Captain" Kid

cw: hair pulling.

do I even need to explain why his name is in red

this man's pride and ego is taller than mount Everest i swear it would take some convincing to even let him bottom and he wouldn't let you know he actually wants it

when he eventually agrees he is stripped down laying on his stomach before you order him to get on all fours he clicks his tongue mumbling something under his breath turning around

as you look at his ass you see he already prepped himself when asked about it he stammers out "i want you to get over with it" looking forward hoping you dont notice his flushed cheeks

before all of this he would constantly say things like "you think that small thing can pleasure me you must be out of your fucking mind" you were in fact not small

when pushing into him you notice his thigh muscles tense up so you rub his lower back unknown to you kid is loosing his damn mind no one ever touches him as gently as you do (that won't last for long we all know kid likes it rough come on now)

as you bottom out kid rests his head on the pillow holding in his moans as best as he can "y-you're terrible at this i can do it better" knowing he can't.

as you set a steady pace one fast enough to keep him hard but not fast so he cums wanting him to be more vocal "come on captain let me hear you~"

kid refuses to give you the satisfaction looking back scowling at you "you dont deserve-"

he is cut off by a strong hard gripping a hand full of hair yanking him up so his back is flushed against your chest he lets out a loud groan biting his lip to quiet himself down while you speed up.

"now that wasn't so hard was it?" keeping a harsh grip on his hair tugging the roots he leans his head back onto your shoulder groans and pants slipping out of his mouth

he is very red by the end of the session

"Red-Haired" Shanks

cw: biting, scratching.

he is very open to trying anything you bring up.

asking him to bottom gained an easy yes from the curious man and he knows he can trust you

prepping him was quiet easy he tensed up a little on entry but rubbing and kissing his inner thighs while stroking his dick every once in a while helped

eventually he was ready for you, staying in missionary since it was the easiest position and you wanted to search his face for any discomfort during it.

after fully pushing your self in shanks smirked looking up at you "that's all? I thought you had more in you?"

you furrowed your brow starting with slow thrusts as shanks pretended to be boerd with it you gradually increased to a more brutal pace

he lost his composure really quickly wrapping his arms around your neck pulling your head closer biting on your shoulder his back arching off the bed as your cock brushes over his prostate

he gets really loud really fast his toes curling feeling no shame leaving scratches on your back.

Sabo

cw: frotting, overstim, aftercare

my baby he is very vanilla and a heavy virgin

you were his first everything and very patient with him when he wasn't ready to go all the way

it was around 1 am and you guys were having a make out session on the couch sabo pulls back his lips slightly red from the rough kissing, "i want you" he mumbles out before realising what he said his eyes widen and his face goes red along with your eyebrow raising "are you sure sabo?" he locks eyes with you feeling calmer immediately, he nods.

moving to the bedroom wanting him to feel comfortable you light some scented candles (idk if those exist in one piece but idc) with his favourite flavour

he sits down on the bed staring as you approach him, you sit down placing him on your lap kissing him gently lifting his shirt off over his head your hands roaming his chest.

you guys are now left in your underwear he tugs on your waistband as you are kissing his neck so you lift it down, your dick springing up to slap your stomach.

looking at him you speak "can I touch you..." he quickly nods desperate for your touch he takes out his cock which is flushed at the tip pre cum dribbling out he avoids eye contact embarrassed with how hard he is "you're so beautiful you know?" he hears you mumble his blush growing

you wrap your hand around both of your dicks adding lube jerking your dicks off against each other sabo bucks his hips into your hand biting on his tongue to keep his moans in bet when your thumb circles his tip he lets out a quiet moan and almost a small sob as he cums as you stop not wanting to over stimulate him he wraps his hand around yours jerking faster the grip tightening he leans his head against your shoulder moaning your name

when you and him finish up he is pretty just asleep on top of you so you pick him up taking him to the bathroom cleaning him and your self up before cuddling in bed

koala knew what happened as soon as she saw you two

I feel like this was shit but Tumblr deleted my drafts so idek man

hope you enjoyed