#cw: overstimulation

[angelatsumu]

secrecy. [j. price]

in which captain price denies his love for you publicly, and that doesn't go over well.

cw: angst (a tiny bit...like it's a little hurtful), SMUT, minors kick rocks DNI, price called daddy but is very switch/sub here, knife play, afab!reader, sorta toxic behavior (don't deny your spouse for a bit of approval with your friends bro), blood play a tiny bit, riding, overstimulation, not proofread

“there’s simply nothing worth settling down for lads. end of discussion.” your teeth met the inside of your cheek to stave off the grimace that fought to surface. your lover, the man you called your husband, had the audacity to allow such foolishly indignant words slip from his liquor laced tongue. the gall of the man who’d insisted you make him the happiest man on earth, the one who’d spent hours practicing his speech in the mirror, was something you’d found quite unexpected. to allow such insanity slip from those precious lips you kissed every morning was far more than an insult to your heart; it broke your pride. you’d pridefully and proudly called yourself the captain’s wife, head held higher than it had been before the silly ring on your finger. it was one thing to keep your marriage a secret—that you two had agreed upon—but to admonish your place in his heart? that was unmistakably cruel. your eyes met your lover’s as the men seemed to light-up at his words, applauding him for his dedication to the taskforce and military business. the display only made you want to revolt even more.

the drive home was quiet. normally you’d pretend to be a bit too drunk so that price could pretend to chivalrously take you to your apartment, but tonight you felt no need for such a foolish charade. there was simply no scent for your fellow task force members to follow because john had snuffed out that flame with his foolish banter. you sat bitterly brewing in your misery, flames of wicked jealousy licking at your heels with each passing moment. john could feel it radiating from you, the air too thick for him to swallow as he pridefully refused to concede and beg for forgiveness. the sheer thought of your husband standing by his bravado-littered statements covered you in a figurative sheen of vengeance. you were desperate for the opportunity to right him, to make him eat every little word he’d muttered. you had half the mind roll out of the moving car right this moment, but you decided against such reckless antics. instead, you’d decided to kickstart his own descent into delirium. there was nothing more tantalizing to your husband than making love to you, and perhaps that is where your edge lied.

the sight below you was gloriously sinful. your lover with flushed cheeks and tear-speckled eyes, precious blade of your combat knife nestled just beneath his jaw. your hand could slip and it would bring scarlet red droplets to the surface, giving him a closer shave than he’d bargained for. he knew this, and the thought made his cock stir inside your velvety walls. with each teasing roll of your hips a whimper fled john’s lips, soft pleas for your mercy. his eyes glistened at you as though you hung the stars, just as they were designed to. pressing the knife’s blade ever-so-lightly, you lifted your hips high enough that only the tip remained encased in your plush cunt. the action causes your husband’s brows to knit together as you hover there with the cruelest scowl you can manage. “please, love. ‘m sorry, daddy’s sorry,” he all but whimpers, hips stirring before halting at the feel liquid running down the side of his neck. you scoff at him, eyes narrowing as you lean closer to the object of your affection. your lips hover above his, breath fanning over his skin. “yeah? daddy’s sorry, hm?” he nods eagerly, knicking himself again in dumb desire to please you. you dip your head into the crook of his neck, deft tongue licking a stripe along the path of the stray droplet of blood. the action of ownership leaves your husband dizzy as an uncontrolled whimper leaves his lips. you hum, wicked grin pulling at your lips as you plop yourself down onto him. the fat of your ass claps against his thighs, and your head falls back at the feeling of being so full. you groan, rolling your hips forward just enough to catch your clit on the ridge of his pelvis. john’s hands instinctively move to clutch your hips, and you tut at him amusedly.

your cunt was driving john to insanity, and you weren’t too far behind him. the pace you’d set was increasingly tiring, but your abdomen continued to be set aflame with carnal desire. the clap of your ass against your husband’s lap resounded through the room as you fucked yourself—and him—stupid on his girthy length. orgasm after orgasm had rushed over the two of you, yet your desire for more never wavered. your grip on your beloved knife had since loosened enough that there was no true threat, though the thrill remained. your husband was beautifully fucked beneath you, lip quivering as his eyes struggled to stay open. your tight heat felt torturous, the sensation of your walls griping him like a vice bringing him to tears. your eyes intently glared down at your man, as much as you could while being fucked open. “can’t take anymore, love,” your husband whimpers, hands gripping your hips harshly as he weakly attempted to slow your movements. you huffed at him, hand moving to grip his jaw and force his gaze to yours. your gaze made his cock stir inside your plushy cunt. “you can take it,” you spat at him, squeezing his jaw at the hinges to force his mouth open. without thought you spat into your lover’s mouth, riding him with more tenacity as you felt your high approaching. “oh fuck,” he whined, head falling back from your gasp as you milked him for his last orgasm of the night. “you look at me when I fucking cum, and you remember who you settled down with, john,” you scold him, tugging on his dog tags to force him to meet your view again. the sight before you was picture worthy, pitiful fucked out captain gazing at you like you hung the stars in the sky; to him, you did. your orgasm swept you in a vicious wave of euphoria, thighs trembling as you moaned softly over your lover. the cant of your hips slows as you ride out your high, sweat-coated body leaning to press flush against his. john sighs, arms wrapping around you as he babbles apologies into your chest and neck. “never mean’ it, never say it again” he babbles softly, and you’re certain some of his brain oozed out from his ears with how thoroughly you’ve fucked him. with a sigh you untangle yourself from him, peering softly into his beautiful eyes before leaning to pepper kisses along his face. “i love you, John. thank you for letting me have this,” you hum softly. truly he could’ve called off the whole encounter, but he allowed you this relief. oh, what a lover you have.

likes + coments + rbs always appreciated <3 thx

[quirkfics]

hi hi!! could i request ‘tears’ with monoma? lemon, if you’re feeling up to it? thank you!!!

"I thought you missed me?" Neito gets out, hand trembling on your hip. "That you needed me," he adds, voice rough as you slide a hand up his chest.

"You know I do, Neito. Couldn't keep my hands off you, could I?" You rock your hips, grinning as you're pressed together, but too slick with lube to get the friction he's looking for. Neito's thighs tense, fingers squeezing, as he tries to slow you, to hold you in place.

"Then why," he pants, blinking repeatedly as you grind against him, "why am I not inside you?"

"Good things come to those who wait," you tease, unable to stop smiling when he let's out a truly pitiful groan. He's always a little over dramatic, ready to ask for more, to be impatient - but tears are beginning to bead at the corners of his eyes.

His head falls back, breath uneven when you press a kiss to the hollow of his throat. "Please?" Neito finally tries, the tears spilling when you squeeze your thighs on his hips.

[theshadowandhislight]

[ @silver---linings ] - Overstimulated prompt; can be directed to either hog

Silver tends to try to stay away from large crowds, but ended up getting caught up in one on one of his snack runs. The particular snack he's craving in this particular store, but it's unusually packed today. He tried pushing past people, but wound up lost in the crowd.

So many people, so much noise.

He wants to teleport out, but he can't focus. He even forgot what he came into the store to get. Why did he have to come at a time when the store is so packed?

He put a chewing stim toy in his mouth to bite down on before covering his ears with his paws, but that did little to drown out the noise, and he's biting down so hard on the stim toy that it looks like it might break in half if he bites down any harder.

The hedgehog glows as it looks like he's about to release the pent up energy. "I'm going to throw something." And he will launch lots of somethings, unless someone pulls him out of the situation.

Shadow didn't like crowds as well. that's why whenever he went shopping, he'd go during the night. today wasn't the case because he had no choice, the store would close early near the time he usually shops so he was having to make a terrible acception to the crowd and clearly wasn't enjoying it either. usually, this led to him making his trip short and being fine with missing things on his shopping list.

Today, Shadow didn't.

in not making his trip short, Shadow pushed through his own wall of crowd-anxiety. especially when Silver's presence pulled him right out of the swell of thoughts that usually urged him to get out of there. it took only a minute for it to click what was up with Silver. Shadow recognized overstimulation from sonic, but the only difference with Silver's was that Sonic would vibrate in place or shake his arms while acting like he's okay- while Silver was just chewing and glowing.

Shadow wasn't really close with Silver. it was harder to understand what he could do to pull Silver out of his whirlwind of overstimulation and decides to step on over to the hedgehog and speak up.

' ' Silver? calm down. look at me, okay? what do you need? I can get it for you while you wait outside the store away from the crowd.. does that sound okay? ' '

Shadow asked in.. as light of a tone as his deep vocalized tone would allow him.

[asktheevilgeniusesson]

Woe, Shadow I MEAN METAL SONIC standing at Metal be upon ye.

Metal let out a confused noise, narrowing his eyes as he turned to- look down— at. Himself?? “Wha— HUH-?!” The hedgehog squeaked when he spoke. And spoke words. The words on his mind. He felt his quills bristle and fur raise as his eyes widen, looking at his own paws and then up his arms— ebony black fur with red stripes.. wait a second.. was he— metal suddenly realized he wasnt even breathing, the hedgehog panicked as he took a sharp breath to not suffocate. He had to breathe manually?! He had to BREATHE?! BLINK?? WHAT WAS HAPPENING?! More importantly. WHO WAS IN HIS BODY? Shadow Metal was panicked to high hells about this sudden swap to organics. And it was easily becoming an overstimulating NIGHTMARE.

[junabuggy]

[b-lairington]

Dumb Little Thing | Mike Schmidt

☆ : dumbification(hopefully, it's my first time writing for this kink), overstimulation, cockwarming, creampie, hinted/mentioned multiple orgasms, very brief but also cnc if u squint, mentioned foreplay, dom!mike schmidt,

requested by anon

It's not often that Mike gets a day off, working countless overtime shifts in order to make ends meet.

When he finally catches a break, he's using that time to blow off steam, letting out all his frustrations by using you.

With your face pressed into the matress, your back arched, and moans muffled into the fabric of the sheets, he had it. Your hole is clenching tightly around his cock, milking him for all the cum he could give possibly give you.

"Fuuuckkkk, Miikkeeee....!" You cried, whimpering out as you couldn't form any other words, your mind was practically scrambled as Mike continued to fuck his cock deeper into your cunt. His tip continued to nudge your cervix. He was so deep inside he almost had the air in your lungs knocked out. You wanted to beg for more, for him to go faster, but all that came out was a mewl and whine.

"Yeah? Can't say shit?"

He slapped your thigh, a pink print left behind while he grabbed your hair and tugged on it. Your legs were shaking as he grabbed your arm and pulled you up, your back pressed up against his chest. He starts kissing your neck, his hands groping whatever they could reach. His fingers eventually make it to your nipples, playing with them as the movements of his hips moving start up again.

Your own hips ache with the positions he's had you in, your stomach dips as his fingers eventually reached your pussy. Your clit is overly sensitive from earlier foreplay, you almost fall forward as he starts to play with it.

"M-.. Mike-! Mike..!" You want to say something, you want him to fuck harder and faster, you want him to make you cum, but you can't make out words as your own breathing picks up a faster pace.

Your cum and slick allows for his cock to glide in and out so smoothly, the angle at which he has you in only intensifies the amount of pleasure he's giving you.

"You dumb little thing.." He groans out, seeing how fucked out he has you, how stupid you've become on his cock. "So fucked out on my dick, aren't you?", he whispered into your ear.

You can't even say anything other than his name as you're reaching another climax, pussy throbbing around his dick.

"Gonna cum?" He asked, pushing you onto the mattress, your chest hitting the bed, face into the sheets again. All you could do was let out a muffled cry, the overstimulation was reaching a peak within you, it was painful but overpowered by the sensation of pleasure. It was an overwhelming feel, but you needed it, you craved it because you didn't know when the next time would come.

"Oh, you dirty girl." Mike groans, you came, pussy spasms around his length. All strength in your body is gone, it doesn't take longer before your boyfriend is cumming into your used cunt. The hot sensation of his cum flowing into your pussy had you panting more.

Everything after that is a blur.

Mike doesn't pull out, instead, he falls to your side and hugs you from behind. The mixed combination of both yours and his cum sits at the base of his dick.

"Aren't you such a good dumb doll?" He kisses your neck. You barely hear what he says before his cock is ramming in and out of you again.

[pha55ed]

Infrunami || JMA21

type :: smut!

tw/cw :: gentle!dom!pepe, somnophilia, size kink, overstimulation

summary :: pepe has been away for almost 3 weeks and he's never been needier. but you're sleeping so peacefully, thank god you agreed to be able to use each other whenever.

f1 masterlist || f2 masterlist || OVULATING CELLY!!!

Usually when Pepe comes home, he'll dramatically yell out "I'm home!" for the entire world to hear. But this time, he simply opens the door, drops his bags and goes on a hunt to find you in the shared apartment. His shoulders are sore, his races were awful, and he needed an outlet for this all.

"Cariño," He called out for you. But it fell on deaf ears as he looked inside the bedroom to find you peacefully sleeping.

He feels a wave of softness run over him, simply just from seeing you after so long. It's like you're a drug for him. A smile appears on his lips as he quickly changes into some fresh pajamas. Except his pajamas is just his boxers, so it's not much "changing"

Before he jumps into his bed, he can't help but just stare at you. How you're so peaceful, cute pajamas on, hair all over the pillows. It's always been a joke from his friend group that he's a simp for you, but he truly is. You didn't even do anything and he already has a boner simply from appreciating your beauty.

"Fuck..." He mumbles as he reaches in his boxers, stroking his hard on. He gets on his knees on the bed, using his free hand to caress the small of your back that wasn't covered due to you moving a lot in your sleep. The soft skin touching his hand made him want more, need more.

Thankfully you both agreed before to allow the other to do whatever you want when they're sleeping. And Pepe has never been more grateful for this rule until now. He quickly reached for some lube in the nightstand's drawer, rubbing it all over his dick to make sure it wouldn't hurt.

His dick curves up to touch his stomach, the cold lube touching his belly made him hiss a little. But that didn't matter, as he slowly and gently pulled down your pajama pants and panties. It was like he was teasing himself just from getting a view of your cunt.

As if you would break from a gust of wind, his fingers softly touch your cunt. Rubbing it in circles in a gentle motion. You twitch from the touch, the feeling of the leftover lube from his fingers making you feel cold. But you didn't wake up. Instead, you just moved your body to face away from Pepe.

You facing away on your side, with your thighs touching together, only gave Pepe a better view of you . And also a tighter position to fuck you in. Pepe can't help but chuckle slightly, thinking that it's your body's instinct to get into one of his favorite positions.

He can't hold back anymore, propping both of his arms around your body as he positions his dick at your entrance. And like usual, he slips his tip in. Barely. You're too tight to even take more than the tip.

"Ow," you mumble loudly, blinking your eyes awake. As your eyes piece together the puzzle in front of you, you're met with Pepe sinking his head down into your neck.

"I'm sorry, cariño." He says in a groan as he pushes further into you, making your insides burn from the stretch. "Couldn't help it."

You moan lightly against his shoulder blade. To let him in easier, you move onto your back and slip your leg under his chest, putting you in missionary. Which is actually Pepe's favorite position.

His big frame became 10x times bigger when he was with you. His towering height, slight muscles, and masculinity were all exploded to an extreme level with you. You loved it and so did he.

Even though you feel the sting from him stretching you out, he's still not fully in yet. He had about an inch and a half that he needed to get in you. You moan again, wincing slightly as he begins to coo at you.

He balances his entire weight onto one arm, using his free hand to move the hair out of your face. His fingers caress your cheek and trace your jaw. "It's okay, it's okay" he whispers to you. "I'll wait."

And he kept his word, waiting until you give him a sign that you're ready. But he's not a jerk about it, that's the last thing he wants to be. He's patient and slow. Thrusting in and out so gently, as if you would break. He's loving it, feeling every bit of you wrap around him and each centimeter of him being soaked by you. Kissing all around your neck and lips, making sure you knew how much he loved you.

But for you, this is teasing. You're practically soaking the entire bed by the time he begins to finally pick up his speed. And the only reason he even began to go faster was because you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him into you aggressively.

"Faster?" He asks, making sure he understands you. You nod, letting a moan slip out from him thrusting in you yet again. "You sure?" A smile creeps onto his lips. Again you nod, knowing exactly what his smirk means.

And he starts. Thrusting in an out at a pace that had the bed frame hitting the wall. He moved one hand to pin both of yours onto the bed. The other hand was busy caressing your boobs and waist. Playing with your nipple and then admiring your curves.

He moved his head down from your neck, now facing your breast. His lips met your breast, sucking on them and twirling your bud with his tongue. All while thrusting in and out of you whilst the other hand was holding your waist. His grip was soft, yet controlling when needed. He halted you whenever you bucked upwards but would quickly loosen his grip to make sure he didn't hurt you.

You moaned out his name, begging to do anything to touch him back. But he didn't let you. Only he wanted to be in control, giving you as much pleasure as possible. "Mm please Pepe," you moaned out as he kept thrusting into you. His harsh pace was a stark contrast from his gentle touches.

"You wanna cum?" He misinterprets you. "Cum then," He mumbles and lets a small groan escape. "Cum, I'll just, agh, I'll keep going."

You shake your head, unable to use words from how much pleasure he was giving you. Even his voice was sending you into a further spiral. "N-No, wanna-" You let out a moan, needing a few seconds to continue your sentence "Touch you, mm, wanna-"

"No" He says instantly, thrusting extra hard into you when he says that. You swear that if you were to look down, you'd see a bulge in your belly from how deep his dick was hitting you. "Jus' be pretty"

And you obeyed him, who are you to not listen to him? He knew you too well. Your body was coming undone, feeling your stomach tighten and your brain get fuzzy. All you could think about was looking at Pepe's eyes while wondering if your bed would break. He knew you were close, going extra hard in his thrusts and even moving his hand to your clit.

He rubbed circles on your clit, making you yelp and cry from the overstimulation. But it was all you needed to finally cum, making your legs wrap tightly around his waist to try and halt him.

Pepe knew you too well, he's a caring man after all. So he quickly moved both hands to go under your back, lifting you up to now be stranding his lap. You thought that having your legs wrapped would stop his thrusting, but the new position made your legs useless. He used his strong arms to grip your hips, forcing you to bounce up and down on him.

"Pepe!" You screamed out, grabbing his shoulders for support as you feel your own cum drip down his dick, being forced back into you.

"You can 'ake it." He groans loudly as he focussing on watching your boobs bounce. "Relax, cariño."

[dev1lsadvocate]

By the burning pits of Avernus, Aurelia was a vision, especially like this. So determined, even as her strength faltered and her breath came in broken gasps. Mizora leaned in, her voice a velvet purr against her flushed skin. "What's the matter, darling? I was under the impression that rest was beneath you..."

The cambion smiled, slow and indulgent as pleasure built and she left herself to be carried away by the symphony of those delicious hoarse moans. She could feel every little shudder and palpitation thanks to a most clever touch: Aurelia's spell to enhance the sensitivity on her tail... She'd have to coax the wizard into trying it again… in far more interesting places.

She reached up, brushing damp strands of hair from Aurelia's face, fingers ghosting over her flushed cheeks, her sweat-dappled temple. Those trembling fingers clutching the pillow, the haze in her eyes, the faint, breathless sound of her name — it was intoxicating.

Wet heat spilled onto Mizora's tail, trailing down in shivering waves that soaked the sheets beneath them. The sudden release — and the way Aurelia's focus shattered with a gasp so raw and exquisite — was nothing short of divine.

Mizora threw her head back and laughed, a low, sultry sound full of pride and a dark amusement. "Look at you," she whispered, with something dangerously close to reverence. "My precious, breathtaking thing..."

Slowly, Mizora slid her tail free from Aurelia’s body and brought it to her lips without hesitation, her tongue trailing along it, tasting the other woman's pleasure with a low, delighted hmm.

Mizora leaned in, voice like silk, thick with possession and glee. "Oh? You can speak yet?" she murmured, brushing her lips against Aurelia’s flushed cheek. "I guess I'll have to change that. I want that brilliant mind of yours empty. I want you to be nothing but a drooling, trembling mess underneath me."

She trailed her fingers along Aurelia's jaw, tilting her chin up to look right at her eyes. "And I won’t stop, my little orchid... Not until I've ruined you completely."

Mizora's hand slid down, fingers curling around the soft curve of Aurelia's thigh as she hooked one leg up and over her own. She aligned their bodies, her groin pressed firmly against Aurelia's like a wickedly intimate knot. The press of skin against skin, the tension of muscles shifting as she slowly began to rock her hips... It was perfection.

The cambion's hand suddenly closed around Aurelia's throat in a possessive grasp. Mizora’s voice was a growl, low and dangerous. "There we go... Just where you belong."

The cambion pressed down her own clit against Aurelia's, chasing the friction she craved, and not in a gentle way. Her breath was low, ragged, as she gripped Aurelia's throat tighter. Every flex, every grind was intent to push Aurelia past her limits as much it was for her own indulgence now, the pursuit of satisfaction written in the way her body moved — unrestrained, focused, and utterly consumed.

A soft growl escaped her lips. Oh, for how long she wanted this. She needed it. She needed her.

@dev1lsadvocate | nsfw starter

So, this is what happens when she talks back, behaves like a brat and tells her that she really doesn’t need any sleep.. well, Aurelia can’t exactly say that she’s complaining.

Her throat felt hoarse, moans coming out broken after what.. six orgasms? Eight? Aurelia couldn’t remember.. she couldn’t think at all. Previously, her nails had been digging hard into Mizora’s shoulders, but her arms had since slipped from exhaustion and instead pathetically held onto her pillow to ground herself.. except the little strength she had, all but left her body with the way she was being absolutely demolished. So instead, her fingers merely trembled as she desperately tried to hold on, losing herself to the pleasure. Her body was so sore, but fuck.. she didn’t even know this amount of pleasure was possible. Just like she didn’t know it was possible to keep focus on a spell during.. this. Honestly, it was great concentration training as she focused on amplifying the sensitivity in Mizora’s tail, making her feel everything too.

Aurelia could barely look up at her favourite devil. She attempted to, but her eyes would often roll back or fall shut both from pleasure and exhaustion alike. All she could do was whimper and moan, hips twitching as she felt Mizora’s tail deeply within her, hitting the perfect spots over and over again. All of her senses overtaken by Mizora and her alone. Her mind, for the first time in her life, was entirely empty and she very much considered that bliss. A surprising bliss, that. Just like the next orgasm that tore through her, causing her to moan out her name like a prayer once again and she’s fairly sure she could feel.. wait.. did she squirt? She couldn’t progress anything but the overwhelming pleasure that seemed to come from the deepest part of her being, ripped right from her very soul.

“I-I can’t.” Not another. She couldn’t do another, right? And yet, she could vaguely register her hips slightly twitching again, a soft roll of her hips.. gods, being with an overly strong immortal definitely had its perks. She could just keep going and going.. and Aurelia wanted her to. To take her as she wanted to, give her whatever she was willing to, to mark her, to own her.. Oh. She just wants Mizora, now and always. She belongs to her. And yet, Aurelia couldn’t process these as coherent thoughts, merely as bodily sensations begging for more of Mizora; as always. “Pl.. pl.. please.” She could barely get it out, she didn’t even know what she meant with it. But she knows Mizora does, she’d take care of her.

[softistdom]

Need to choke someone and overstimulate them until they can't form words. I want to hear them moan and whine so pathetically for me <33

[yhesssir]

Yandere Diluc X Fem Reader In Captivity

Tags: Noncon/heavy dubcon, yandere,overstimulation,fingering,PinV sex,creampie,pearl necklace

DISCLAIMER: IF YOU READ THE TAGS AND STILL CHOOSE TO READ KNOWING YOU WILL BE TRIGGERED BY THIS FIC, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE. IF YOU ARE AGAINST NONCON FICS THEN BLOCK ME. READ AT YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY. IT IS NOT MY JOB TO PARENT YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION

Diluc, who has you wear exclusively skimpy lingerie around Dawn Winery. This serves two purposes. One: for his eyes. Two: To make sure that you’re always too exposed to be able to bear the weather or the gazes of others to possibly escape.

Diluc, who seemingly allows you to sleep in a separate bed but not too rarely, you wake up cocooned in his arms, your head against his chest, his body radiating warmth. His iron grip on you is immovable. He won’t let go of you no matter how much you try to wriggle your way out.

Diluc, who attempts to traditionally court you. With fragrant flowers gifted to you weekly and sweet bits of chocolate fed to you by yours truly, it’s almost like a false sense of normalcy and romance is created in your relationship. You occasionally wake up to a love letter written by him, next to your bed. It usually details his feelings, his hopes for you and might have a small piece of jewelry come with it

Diluc, who attempts to initiate physical affection with you, trying to kiss you gently. When you say no and push him away, he’ll just try again another day. It goes on day after day, with you refusing his attempts to kiss you

He cups your face and slowly leans in near you, only for you to push him away, but this time he doesn’t budge. He wraps his arm around your waist, trapping you in his embrace. You try to wriggle and push him off you but he’s too strong and heavy for you to do anything against him. Diluc’s had enough of your rejection. Your eyes widen in fear and panic as his lips roughly press against yours. He holds you firmly as he deepens the kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth. It’s big and wet and gross to you. Diluc presses your head and pushes you closer to him. Your tongues and spit are forced to mingle with each other, your saliva mixing into a sloppy mess. He eventually breaks away to take a breath. His eyes staring through you.

After that day, you don’t try to reject him anymore.

Diluc doesn’t take long to try and initiate sex after that. You oblige, even if you really don’t want to. He’ll get what he wants no matter what. If there is no way then he will find or make a way.

His large and bulky body is towering above you, his breath hot against your neck. He roughly sucks at the soft tender flesh, leaving reddish purple marks behind. He nips at the skin on your collarbone and bites occasionally . It’s like a dog in heat has pounced on you. He tears off the thin lingerie from your body and latches onto your nipple. You stifle a moan as he suckles on your nipple and plays with your other using his hand. Unwanted pleasure is forced upon you as electric sparks course through your nerves. He kneads at the soft mound and leaves a hickey in the middle of your chest. You lie beneath him like a ragdoll as you feel your body betray you, your cunt growing wetter and wetter.

He has a hand on your hip as he spreads your folds, revealing the glistening heat in between your legs. You bite down on your tongue in an attempt to silence yourself from moaning out loud when he presses his thumb against your clit, teasing it and playing with your nerves. He swipes his fingertip against your slit, sending chills down your spine, before roughly inserting it into your spongy hole. He thrusts his finger in you as you bite your lip, nearly bleeding, to hold back your mews of pleasure. He inserts another one of his long and thick fingers before curling them in a particularly sensitive spot of yours. You grit your teeth at the forceful pleasure. He thrusts his digits into your wet and spongy cunt, again and again until there are beads of sweat coming down your neck and your lips are too painful to keep biting down on. You’ve arrived at the very edge. With one final curl and with a light pinch of your clit, you’re forced to endure your first orgasm with him. You let out your first moan with him, no different than a signal of surrender.

Diluc lets his cock spring free from his pants. He’s fully erect and so painfully hard. He’s big and thick. His pubic hair is thick and dark red with small curls and a curved vein. Droplets of precum dribble down from the tip.

“It’s not going to fit!” You think to yourself as your eyes widen

He pumps his own cock up and down for a few moments before plunging into you. There isn’t any time for you to adjust to his size and you feel as if you’re going to be split in half. The stretch is excruciating and you feel like you may just tear.

Diluc lets out a breathy moan upon sinking into you. He cups your cheek and wipes away your tears with his thumb. “It’ll feel good soon,” he mumbles out before thrusting into you. It hurts as he mercilessly hammers against you. The sensation is overwhelming, a gross mix of pleasure and pain. He grunts, his breath hot against your skin. You let go and start crying out in both pleasure and pain.

He puts your legs around his neck, allowing for a higher angle and deeper penetration. You cry, tears of pain and overstimulation flood your face. Your moans are uncontrollable and you can’t help but buck your hips upwards as he rams into you. He’s going too deep into your sorry little pussy, it’s overstimulating. The pain, the pleasure, all too much for your stupid little mind to comprehend. You feel a tight knot in your abdomen and you unwillingly orgasm. Diluc orgasms too, white sticky seed being spurted out directly into your fucked hole.

But he’s not done yet. Your eyes widen as he starts to fuck his semen back into your womb. You’re already sensitive and overstimulated from the previous round. How could you survive another? He doesn’t seem to care. His thrusts are sloppier than the previous round. All sense of self control has already been thrown out the window. You’re nothing more than a ragdoll beneath him, moaning and sobbing as you get your guts rearranged. Your already over sensitive pussy is just sucking him back in every time. Your mind is clouded by pleasure and the pain between your legs as your captor brutally fucks you. You’re nothing more than a sex doll at this point. You feel another orgasm incoming and you finish. He finishes again, this time he pulls out and cums all over your tits. You’re too cock drunk to do anything

Just as you think he’s finished, you feel something prod against your hole. “One last time…” he mumbles out.

You already know, it isn’t going to the the last time and you’re in for a long night

[jacthereaper]

I can’t stop thinking about fucking them til they go nonverbal. They’re so intelligent and well spoken and confident. I’m quiet in comparison. It would be nice to knock them off of their high horse and have them whimpering in my grasp. To hear the sweet whines they’d make because of my fingers. I’m drooling at the thought

[duskier]

cw: a/b/o, overstim, knotting ment

Alpha x Alpha but it's Ghost insisting Soap knots him- not bc he wants to feel dominated or bred or whatever but because he thinks it's so funny watching Soap sob with his whole chest because it's so overstimulating to knot into Ghost's tight wet hole 🫶 Soap having tears streaming down his cheeks begging Ghost to stop moving, stop clenching, his entire body is rigid and he feels like he'll die if he feels anything more than what he's feeling right in that moment! But Ghost is giving him that pitying look like Soap is just a dumb mutt- lies and says he isn't moving or clenching down on Soap’s swollen knot (he IS LYING) okay bye

[preciouslittle-bhaalbabe]

Yes Raphael is a lazy bratty bottom but you know that man fuckin WHIMPERS if teased enough.

[lavendermin]

being a biter with jing yuan only works in his favor. Bite his shoulder, bite his hand, bite his cheek— it will end in faux nursing to placate you. Condescending but love-filled coo’s and all

[cyxnidx]

ー# GOJO, whose being a big baby over receiving his own medicine. only moments ago, he was teasing you about being sensitive and overstimulated from his cock. and now, he's squirming the same way under your touch? its cocky, arrogant, even. how confident he can be before being put in his place. before being overstimulated and edged to the point of combusting. how he'd tease, and tease, rubbing it in your face about how sensitive you happen to be, only to cry whenever you don't let him cum for an hour.

"oh, come on!" you feign disappointment. "it's only been.. an hour and thirty minutes. even i can last longer than that!" you say, your tone degrading as you watch him fight against his twitching body, his cock red and angry from the constant teasing. "d.. don't get cocky." he retaliates. "i'm f-fine." you raise an eyebrow in curiosity. "are you?" you run your hand loosely along his shaft, watching him and his cock twitch at the slight touch. "you don't seem 'fine' to me, Satoru." you say, eyeing his raging tip, giving it small kitten licks as your eyes watch his eyes roll to the back of his head, jaw slacked open. "i haven't even truly gotten started yet." you say again, taking all of him into your mouth, ego boosting when he cums almost instantaneously, hips rising from the bed as he finally gets his release. one hand gripping your hair, while the other squeezes the bed sheets beneath him, a spew of random curses tangled with your name flowing off his tongue.

[notyourtypicaldomm]

You say I'm being too hard on you, you say I'm being too rough on you,

Yet, you squirt like a whore only on our second fuck session when you haven't squirted in your life before.

That tells me otherwise, that says you love me rough, that says you love when I manhandle you, it excites you, it arouses you.

So, stop pretending and embrace Me...