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rainrot4me · 2 days ago

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HAI HAI the creeps when they’re overstimulated?? ( sexually plz 😋)

( btw ur literally the best writer on this app 🫶 I hope you have good luck 5ever)

Yes 🙏 ride them to submission anon!!!

๑ Warning: Overstimulation, implied vaginal/anal, begging, crying

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✦ . jeff the killer

Gets like this after his 5th time cumming.

Jeff lives off chaos and pleasure, but overstimulation is the one thing that shuts him up.

You’re on top of him, relentless, and he’s long since stopped talking—eyes wide, fingers clawing into your thighs as if grounding himself. His sharp grin is gone, replaced by parted lips and shuddering breaths. He can barely talk, too caught up in trying to stop himself from crying out every time your skin slaps against his.

“S-stop—fuck—God, you’re gonna kill me.”

He laughs but it’s hoarse. Desperate. If you pause just to mess with him, he physically bucks up to chase it again. All in all, even though he can’t cry, his face is flushed and he’s biting the fuck out of his lips. You’re not looking any better when he’s clawing the shit out of your skin as it sears against his.

“Oh fuck—Oh fuck—I’m gonna- Jesus don’t stop—”

✦ . ticci toby

Gets like this after his 3rd time cumming.

For how obnoxious Toby usually is—it basically triples like this.

His body stutters and jerks beneath you, a mix of involuntary hips jerks and overwhelming pleasure as he groans and whines through gritted teeth. He’s loud, so loud you have to slap your hands over his mouth and pray he doesn’t bite you. Your hand gets wet from the streams of tears from his eyes.

“I—I can’t—fuck, I can’t even feel my legs,” he pants, biting into his hoodie sleeve to muffle the sounds he’s making. His head is pounding with pressure, oblivious to the sting of it all, but he still feels the overwhelming force of your hips.

The overstimulation hits like a seizure; he’s dizzy, trembling, and drooling a little. You slow down to be nice. He grabs your hips and growls,

“Don’t you dare stop. Do-Don’t you ff-fuckin’ dare.”

✦ . eyeless jack

Gets like this after his 6th time cumming.

You always assumed Jack was too composed to ever come undone. Turns out he unravels to a whiny pleaser when pushed past his limit.

There’s sweat dripping down his jaw, his claws gripping your hips like a lifeline, breath coming in short, ragged bursts through ear-splitting growls and snarls. He’s torn through your clothes, your bedsheets, practically punctures holes in your mattress. Every time your ass hits the tops of his thighs, he cries out like all shrill and pitiful.

“Please—” It’s almost a whine. “Don’t—fuck—don’t make me beg.”

But he already is, with his body trembling and his hips still chasing you despite himself. His voice is rougher, cracking in ways you’ve never heard. The straight-postured, stone-faced facade is completely gone, replaced with a cum-desperate animal who just might cry if you stop now.

“Gonna cum—M’gonna cum again—Please, please, please let me-”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Gets like this after his 4th time cumming.

Tim tries to stay dominant. Stoic. But move your hips too fast and he gets mean. Barking filthy words, snarling at you to slow down. He pulls your hair, like yanking it any harder will make you stop. He feels overwhelmed, like no matter how angry he gets she can’t control you.

“No more—gah-goddammit, I said no more—”

He says that, but he doesn’t stop you, even though he definitely has the strength to. His fingers dig bruises into your skin, teeth gritted, his chest heaving like he’s been sprinting. You lean down and kiss the side of his neck and he whimpers through stone-gritted teeth—genuine, raw, and needy.

He hates that you’ve turned him into this, and he loves you for it. He doesn’t like to feel weak, doesn’t like to feel used, but he can’t figure out why he doesn’t feel like that when you’re holding him down and spending every ounce of energy he has.

“You’re such a bitch. Such a fucki—oh, God—”

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

Gets like this after his 2nd time cumming.

Brian isn’t loud about it, he won’t tell you it’s too much, but his body betrays him. His back arches. His hands tremble. His mouth hangs open while breathless gasps escape between clenched teeth. Never will you ever see this man turn his face into the sheets and try and hide the way his eyes roll until now.

You murmur, “Too much?” He grits out, “Not enough.”

He wants to hold eye contact but keeps looking away, cheeks flushed, hissing curses under his breath as he rides it out with shaking limbs and ragged breath. He won’t touch you, he can’t, he’s afraid he’ll tear into your skin and ruin the rhythm you’ve got going. He’ll just bark at you to not stop, to keep moving you hips.

There’s almost a broken way he falls apart, not violent or angry, but just completely ruining himself. He just can’t muster his limbs to move, his bones feel like jelly, his face feels numb from grimacing so much. He’ll only speak when spoken to, trying his hardest not to grab you too hard.

“Feels good, so good— Mhm— Fuck—”

✦ . kate the chaser

Gets like this after her 5th time cumming.

Kate doesn’t lose control easily. She’s trained, hardened, all sharp lines and discipline. But if you grind your hips down like that any more, there’s no way she can hold on. She starts out silent—biting her lip, gripping your shoulders with white-knuckled fingers, trying to ride it out. But when the overstimulation hits her hard? She bucks, pressing her hips with searing pressure.

“Hah—shit—” she gasps, body jolting beneath you, her voice raspy and breathless. “I said that’s enough.” But her legs spread wider around you instead, and her head falls back with a broken moan.

She never begs, it’s beneath her. But she will move your body to match her speed, forcing you to comply with whatever position or tightness she wants. You’ll just have to suck it up and try to keep up.

“Don’t fight me—Uh huh, there you go—yeah—”

✦ . ben drowned

Gets like this after his 4th time cumming.

Ben is cocky until he isn’t, until he physically can’t be anymore. Once he hits that peak, he’s an absolute wreck, crying like a baby, rolling his eyes so hard he can’t see your face anymore. His tears aren’t water, just static coils of textures spilling down his cheeks, hot with electricity. His whole body is buzzing like there’s insects under his skin.

Glitching under your touch—literally—he glitches out of sync, static buzzing in your ear. His voice jumps from arrogant to needy, pitchy and broken, riddled with cracked vocals like you’re hearing him speak through a broken walkie-talkie. You don’t mistake what he’s saying, though,

“I—f-fuck, baby—okay, okay! Wait! Oh my GOD—!”

He’s babbling, grabbing onto anything—your wrists, your hair, the sheets. His legs go weak and he starts to short-circuit mid moan, hiccuping through sobs and biting the skin off his lips. Every time your hips slam down, you can feel the shock running through your veins like you just accidentally touched a live wire.

“Hah—I can’t—Can’t breathe—Oh fuck, what is happen-happening—Hgnn—”

✦ . clockwork

Gets like this after her 5th time cumming.

Clockwork is loud. Very loud. She’ll try to laugh through it—until her voice breaks, until she’s biting her knuckles and splitting the skin there, blood spotting on her bruised lips. She doesn’t care how bad it hurts, she thrives in the pain, gets off harder than ever the more rounds you go.

“Ohhh my god, fuck, I can’t—I—don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

She’s writhing, nails clawing down your back, mechanical eye flickering wildly. When she’s overstimulated, she gets possessive—grabbing your jaw, looking into your eyes, panting your name over and over. She’ll mark every inch of your skin, making sure you know that even after this is over you’re still hers.

There’s no embarrassment here. She’s narrating your every move, telling you exactly how good every touch feels, blabbering on and on like if she stops speaking you’ll stop moving. There’s no wondering if she’s close again, she’ll be yelling it for the mansion to hear.

“Fucking again—I’m gonna cum again—Jesus Christ, baby—What the fuuuck—”

✦ . laughing jack

Gets like this after his 6th time cumming.

You wouldn’t expect LJ to be the begging type—but he is. He sobs when overstimulated, absolutely wails his heart out. He just can’t take it, can’t seem to keep his hips up with the brutal pace you’re setting on top, absolutely wringing him of every last drop he’s got—or at least that’s how it feels. His face paint is smudged, absolutely ruined from sweat and tear streaks, most of it on your face too.

“Ahh—sweetheart, please, I can’t—”

His voice is high and full of frantic laughter that turns into broken whimpers. His hands shake, his eyes are glassy, and he’ll cling to you like you’re the only thing keeping him from absolutely exploding (not in the good way). The best part? He tries to run from it.

He tries to scoot away, to force your body off of him, but you persist. He’s grimacing, eyes clamped shut tight from crying so hard, teeth chattering in his skull. It’s too much for him—too much. He’s never been touched like this before. You’ve ruined him—but he’s never been happier.

“I can’t—Not again. Ple-Please not again—Sweetheart please stop, hah—Oh no—”

✦ . nina the killer

Gets like this after her 3rd time cumming.

Nina loves feeling good, but she is not used to feeling this good. Her whole body squirms, legs kicking, hips twitching. It’s like her mind and body can’t work together, two things saying very different things. Her body says stop, says it’s too tired, that she can’t take anymore. But her brain is begging for more, absolutely forcing her to sit there and take it.

“Wait—wait, babe, I—I’m not done!” she shrieks, giggling wildly.

Her makeup is smudged, mascara and eyeshadow running down her cheeks. Her skin is flushed, looking downright sickly from how overwhelmed she is. But she persists, refuses to listen to the pain, chases after that high as many times as you will let her have it.

She tries to stay cocky, to keep teasing you, but her voice keeps cracking, her thighs squeezing around you and her fingers gripping your hair. She starts babbling sweet nothings between gasps.

“Oh my god, I love you, I love you so much, holy shiiit—!”

✦ . homicidal liu

Gets like this after his 4th time cumming.

Liu has a breaking point—and you love watching him hit it. It’s what you would imagine he looks like after working out too hard—body limp, jaw slack, eyes glazed over as he stares at the ceiling. He can’t move, can’t even fathom grabbing your bouncing hips and asking you to stop. It doesn’t even hurt anymore, just pure pleasure.

“You’re evil,” he groans, smirking even through the haze. “Absolutely evil.”

His eyes roll back, fingers digging into the sheets, breath shaky and shallow. It gets to the point that he starts cumming one after the other, just a half-bounce from your hips has him gut tightening and his muscles shaking under his skin. He shoots blanks, just rolling in the feel of it at that point.

He’s overworked, flushed, completely undone—but he won’t beg. Not with words. He begs with the way he refuses to stop you and the way he keeps whispering your name like it’s the only thing keeping him sane. He’s dizzy, delirious, could barely answer a question if he tried. You’ve practically fucked him stupid. He slurs every word.

“I want—Ahhn, fuck. Wha-hah-what am I even sayin’? Fuuck, keep movin’ like tha—”

✦ . jane everlasting

Gets like this after her 5th time cumming.

Jane grits her teeth and takes it—at first. She’s a strong girl, can last for a long time, but once she starts unraveling? Once it becomes too fast? She unravels, practically crumbles to pieces.

“I said—” she chokes out, trying to sit up, only to collapse back down, trembling. Her breath is hitching. Her lips are trembling. “You’re gonna make me lose it,” she whispers, voice breaking.

She becomes almost a ragdoll, limbs and body flopping around, clinging onto anything that touches her. She wants you close, so close you’re panting into each other’s mouths and moaning in sync with every brush of your hips. She wants it hard, she needs it rough, but she has to have you right there with her or she’ll break.

She gets oddly sensitive then. Cooing nice words she’d be too nonchalant to say otherwise, chanting how pretty you are and how good this feels, making sure you know exactly how many times she’s cumming. She’s sweet, almost sickly, becoming so toxically positive you wonder if she’s hit her head.

“You’re so cut-hah-cute like this. Feels so good—yeah. Only you make me feel this good—aghh—”

✦ . x-virus

Gets like this after his 3rd time cumming.

Cody tries to stay chill. Fails. Becomes absolutely sensitive to every single touch like your fingers tips are burning holes into his chest. He whines, refuses to cry, but is just moaning and groaning every bounce of your hips, reacting to every touch.

“You’re seriously—oh my god—you’re insane.”

His cocky smirk fades fast. He ends up flat on his back, hair a mess, thrown across the bed like an object. His body jerks with every touch and his voice is wrecked, definitely straining it and going to lose it tomorrow. No matter how pitiful it is, he’s hungry, downright desperate to get off again and again until his body just refuses. He wants to see how many rounds he can last.

There’s nothing worse than someone who competes during sex, but that’s exactly what he’s doing. He’s matching your thrusts move for move, chasing that high like it’s the only thing he wants. He snarls and groans and grips you right through all of it, but there’s nothing that will stop him from making himself cum again.

“Again. Need it again—right now, right now, baby—C’mon give it to me—”

✦ . slenderman

Gets like this after his 9th time cumming.

Slender is silent. For a long time, anyway. You’d think he wasn’t feeling it—until the trembling starts. It’s small, you can barely notice it when your hips are rocking down on him, be he’s absolutely shaking. Trembling underneath you, terrible as a leaf.

He grabs your wrists, presses them together into one hand, and his control snaps. His voice is low, gritted, almost angry, “You are playing a very, very dangerous game.”

But he doesn’t stop you. In fact, he shudders hard and finally lets out the softest moan—something real. Something desperate. It’s jarring. The most you ever get out of the cryptid during sex is growled instructions and grumbles of approval, but never really any guttural reactions. It lights a fire in you, making you want hear it again.

The brows and jaw of his faceless skin are tense, locked tight under the white flesh. But there’s no mistaking the way his jaw ticks and how sharply he is gritting to keep himself quiet. Like moaning is some means to an end, like it’ll ruin the facade he has built since the beginning. But it breaches, the air around you becomes tight, almost too thick to breathe. Then his jaw unlocks, and a shrill sound of need leaves him. Like an animal desperate for food. It doesn’t last, he goes back to quiet. His tentacles speak for him though, jerking and twirling tighter around you with every bounce.

“Enough. I’m—Mmm. Please, ease your pace, love.”

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