#electrostimulation

[ashes2caches]

tgirl electrician: yeah i guess i’ve just always been good with wires.

tgirl with an electrostimulation fetish: …do you think you could… um… nevermind…

[pridesmyvirtue]

robot engineer that's trying to work but everytime his hands are accidentally electrocuted he gets closer and closer to cumming

[alltubedandwiredup]

Tubed

Another short story i hope you all kinksters enjoy ;)

Tw: pretty sexual, lots of medical fetish

(Again, male protagonist and not self insert… or maybe yes hahaha)

Everything was foggy and distorted as i opened my eyes heavily. Took me a while to focus my gaze, i could only feel a thousand sensations going on in my body. When my heavy eyes finally cooperated… al i saw was a mirror above me.

What i saw was my naked reflection, completely covered by every apparatus you can imagine. My bare scalp was a mess of taped wires, i had tree tubes going into my nostrils plus a large nasal cannula also connected to it, three other tubes were in my mouth, it was all beauyifully taped to my cheecks and around my mouth. My chest was equally wired but it was definetly not as hardcore as what my sex looked like. My penis, with various stimulation electrodes sticked to it and a catheter, and my ass… my poor anus was connected to a huge electro plug, and equally tubed by another two tubes coming out. Surrounding the bed there were like a million different machines, all of which i was connected to. It was looking at the equioment when i realized there was a girl laying in a bed next to me. She looked exactly like me, tubes and wires and tape and machines going everywhere, i saw her pussy and anus in the reflextion, with the same electrodes stuffed into them. Just two big plugs with four wires hooked up to them base, plugging those sweet pleasureholes.

A voice came suddenly out of somewhere.

- so, now that we are prepped, ill start your treatment. You are going to receive different currents of electicity through the pleasure machines you are connected to, all while we study your fluids and adminidter different drugs. You are expected to be orgasming for a while during the duration of the trearment.

- Every orgasm you have connected to those machines is a step for science.

I could very much feel the pleasure in my holes. I quickly achieved orgasm, same as the other subject. I could see that all the tubes that came out of our bodies were interconected above us, wich i knew what meant, our fluids were being recicled.

A nurse came as i achieved my fourth orgasm, high from the drugs. She runned a soft hand theough the wires in my hair. I barely registered tho, everything felt far away and disconnected

- mhm such a good job… you are soo good… keep it going, juuust like that.

- mmmhm, your little pucker pulsating, she said tapping down into the wired plug.

She came back to my head, caressing me with a soothing hand, fixing the tubes in my nose, and adjusting the equipment around me.

I could clearly hear messy moans from my partner, laying in the bed next to me… that only got me even more aroused.

- Uuuu ill go to check on you now pretty girl, are those dry orgasms??? Sooo good, very good.

She left my side, going to attend the orgasming girl, just as my eyes rolled back and a wave of convulsions hitted my weak and drowsy body, loosing it everything in the pleasure.

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[swampcanum]

"what's up with the power lately?"

[fandomfluffandfuck]

hi s … 🍂 anon here hehe :3

was just reading one of your older dom!steve sub!bucky posts about having bucky talk or else steve stops touching him ( beautifully done, by the way ) and it had me wondering …

for context (a little tmi drawing from my own experiences), i , as the very loud person i am with my friends and family , ironically go non-verbal when i’m experiencing pleasure / in sub space . quite literally can’t speak even if i tried, no matter how much i want to express myself. i barely make sounds when i’m in that space because i’m too caught up in the whole thing . i just feel , and become so overwhelmed i can barely muster the energy to speak .

i see myself in bucky a LOT—ergo, seeing sub!bucky fleshed out has me bursting at the seams with happiness because that’s me!! he’s literally me!! so … could we maybe see sub!bucky experiencing so much pleasure ( or maybe just overwhelmed in sub space ) that he can barely make a noise ? of course , feel free to add your own spin on things , everything you write has me giddy <3

Hi 🍂

Sorry it took me so long to get to this, I try to go in order of what was sent in first and work toward more recent asks but when I have so many requests it can delay answers quite a bit. This was a lot of fun to write, though!

I'm not exactly sure what older drabble you're referring to (edit: probably this one, thank you Lei), but I ran away a little with this request nevertheless. So...

It's a little kinkier than just, oh, Bucky goes all subby and gets nonverbal. There's plenty of that, but, also, somehow, electrostimulation (as in a violet wand) and St. Andrew's Cross action snuck in there 👀

Enjoy 😘😘

Between the towering, impressive, solid wooden planks of the St. Andrew's cross Bucky is shackled to, poor, poor Bucky meltingly lets his wild head of hair drop back; his locks are frizzy and tangled from all the sweating and excitement, he's hanging his between his minutely trembling shoulders because what else can he do. Zapped, tickled, and aroused.

Oh—

The, well, the not-thought—he can't think like this, there's lots of electricity bouncing around inside him but none of it is sparking synapses and creating coherent thought, rather it's short-circuiting him—the impulse stays inside him. Oh. Inside is buzzing, erogenous body. Oh. The exclamation doesn't come out of his open mouth because just like his liquified brain can't think, his lips, teeth, and tongue don't work. Can't work. There's no way!

The current of electricity and pleasure that crackles and tingles through his body isn't the entire reason he can't make a sound but it sure doesn't help when Bucky can never seem to speak the moment he hits the high of pleasure and submission as they meld moltenly, combining into a cocktail that intoxicates him beyond slurring into silence.

But, the electricity—

Oh.

—the electricity does not fucking help.

Shocked and slowly being cooked from the inside out, Bucky's quieter than the zapping, crackling sound of the violet wand wielded by Steve. The electricity that the playful wand smears his body in prances across the surface of his goosebump-ed skin and crawls underneath to suffuse through his muscles, even delving into his bones. Deep. It hurts as Steve draws lines and loops across his surrendered body, arms and legs collared in leather and held mercilessly to the St. Andrew's cross, enforcing his posture and making him take exactly what Steve thinks he deserves, nothing more, nothing less.

The jumping, sparking charge from the wand feels like concentrated pleasure—boiled down into something so sticky and sweet that Bucky's teeth are rotting in his mouth. His tongue is heavy with it. It tastes good. A little like balancing a penny on his lolling tongue, but good. The sides of his jaws, his salivary glands, tingle and rush, flooding his useless mouth and throat with spit. He wants to taste it and satiate his endless cravings.

Bzzz. Bzzz. Bzzzzzzzz.

Steve shocks and tantalizes him, electricity tracing his body, heart pounding, skin alive, muscles both coiled tight and entirely limp.

Yesss—

Bucky's best attempt at making any kind of sound is the involuntary wet sounds of contraction that happen when his throat spasms—pure pleasure, just trying, hoping, to swallow in lieu of embarrassingly drooling all over himself. Only in his dreams does he come out of this damn near religious experience with his dignity, though. In reality, he is raw. He is vulnerable. He is relying on Steve for everything. His dominant. There is nothing more stripped back and exposed than Bucky like this—strung up, helpless, cheeks flushed hot, sweat coating his sensitive, prickling skin, his mouth wide open, his eyes so heavily lidded, barely blinking, every twitch of his lashes only displaying how his glazed eyes continually roll back with each sweet and aching shock, head lulling bonelessly, throat spamming in pleasure with the best, only sound he gets being a gurgle, wet and primal, trying to swallow. Bucky is gone-gone.

More than naked, Steve can almost reach inside Bucky's chest and squeeze his pounding heart, Bucky is so delicate and exposed. Thump. Thump. Thump—Bucky needs Steve to squeeze him, hold him together while tearing him into pieces. Touch him and cut him up with that arousing, awful wand.

Every jump of electricity between the violet wand and Bucky's bared body leaves his cock twitching. Especially when Steve drags the dangerous, incredible toy around his aching nipples. The glass attachment he's using right now looks something like a thick-pronged comb but feeling like actual fucking magic. Lewd, erotic magic that crawls inside him and directly stimulates his nerves. His nipples can't get any harder. He can't breathe any harder. Panting.

God.

His throat spasms and contracts worse. Wet and choking.

Oh.

He's shivering and shaking and Steve is hardly even touching him—the magic of a violet wand. Electric. His dominant hardly has to do anything to peel Bucky apart, layer by layer, shaving him down smaller and smaller until he's miniscule. The crackling, tingling electricity assaults Bucky.

The glass attachment at the tip of the toy started out so cold, but it's anything but now. It burns. The sensation is so unique and unlike anything else, Bucky knows—more than he knows how to speak or moan—that the moment he recovers from the earth-shattering orgasm Steve's going to give him permission to have, he's going to beg to do it again. He's addicted.

What else is like this?

What fucking else?

It's hyperintensively overwhelming.

Bucky's barely held-up body doesn't know what to do, wanting so severely it aches—it's aching to giggle but isn't able to do it. The potential squirming laughter is trapped inside his pleasured body, his chest heaving harder and harder with each drawing, dragging line of shock but, still, it doesn't pop. He can't make a sound. Useless, his jaw hangs slack and his eyes roll back, unseeing.

Pleasure. Pleasure. Pleasure.

It's white-hot rushing—well, violet, brilliant purple rushing heat.

Bucky quivers, he's almost sobbing, but no. He's deceptively silent. It tickles. It burns. It hurts. It's concentrated pleasure.

Really, barely touched, the glass tips of the comb-like attachment on the wand skim lightly or hover over his flesh to give the electric charge a gap to jump—Steve expertly knows the larger the gap, the more bite the shock has, needing to build up the energy to charge from the wand to his spacy, needy submissive, and he keeps the gap or direct stimulation to Bucky's taste, just a slight bit of pain, almost all easy pleasure—and it's still devastatingly good. Nothing so simple should undo him this way. Yet… it does.

He is lost.

It is so fucking hot.

The feeling itself, the accoutrements in bondage and set-up, and every time he was warned against playing with electricity as a kid. Oh. Yes. More shivering, those reminders rush in just like a current. He likes it. The taboo. He shouldn't, but—

He can't help it.

It feels good.

So good.

At the same time that he revels in breaking those faded, old rules, he knows that part of the quiver inside him is fear. Arousal and fear, two sides of the same coin. Phobia and fetish. Bucky feels them acutely. He likes it. Dangerously. However, Steve is controlling it and Steve will keep him safe, Steve will overwhelm and arouse, and torture him safely. He'll let him float in the clouds, sparking with lightning, burning with lust, and bring him down safely afterward. And Bucky doesn't even have to talk, just squeeze the doubled-over length of leather in his right fist like a spanking strap, making sure he doesn't drop it unless he wants to stop. If he had the ability to speak, to beg, he'd be all over that—don't stop, please, pleease, don't stop, Steve, ohmygod, don't stop, you can't, can't stop, feels, ohh, feels so good, don't stop! But he can't make a fucking sound. Pleasure has his tongue.

Rushing, zapping, tingling—the electricity scorches him, heart pounding, head lulling, cock throbbing. He never wants to stop. Who needs a voice when he's got pleasure that shakes and strikes through him? He is a thunderstorm and Steve is Zeus, using and commanding him to strike and crack just how he wants.

Guh.

[kiribakuswife]

Make it Up to You

Denki Kaminari x Reader

Kinktober Day 11!!

The last thing you expected to happen on your drive home was to have a body fall practically out of the sky onto the hood of your car. A scream ripped through your throat, and at the sound a head lifted, and even less expected, you were met with the shock of blond hair that signified it was in fact your boyfriend who fell from the sky. He jumped off as quickly as he fell, pulling your hood open and grabbing the battery. Before you could even move, he was off a thumbs up and a cheesy grin in your direction as he ran down the street. Trying to catch your breath, you stepped out of the car, taking in the damage. 

There was a perfect Denki sized dent in the hood, something pouring out of the bottom of your car and onto the pavement. “Ma’am, are you alright?” A cop shouted, running towards you. You were worried about him for sure, ignoring the question as you watched the night sky light up from his attack, “Chargebolt’s quite a powerhouse huh?” He laughed, watching as the sky lit up again, “At least it wasn’t Red Riot, this car would be destroyed from that kids quirk.” He shook his head, looking awkward as he rubbed the back of his neck. The man was nearly old enough to be your grandpa. “Are you alright though, ma’am?”

“Fine.” You mumbled, shaking your head as you looked back at him. The sound of footsteps approaching caused you to look over, the hero returning with the villain slung over his shoulder, grinning as he approached.

“Trade?” He asked the officer, who nodded graciously, going to cuff the villain as Denki sent him down. “Hi, baby girl! Fancy meeting you here.” He cooed, coming up to you for a huge.

“My car…” You whispered sadly, stepping back, causing him to grimace.

“Does it make it better or worse if I say I landed on your car on purpose.” He said slowly, “I’m sorry!” He whined as your eyes flashed back to him. “The agency has been breathing down my neck about property damage and it was either yours or that one,” He gestured over his shoulder to the absolute shit box that was parked right beside where your car had skidded to a stop, his pace quickening as you felt your annoyance rising.

“Kami! My car!” You whined back, “You couldn’t have just landed on the sidewalk like a normal person.” You huffed at him, crossing your arms.

“It hurts my knees- I mean! I saw it was you and I wanted to see you, catch you before you got home!” He fumbled as your eyebrows narrowed, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m sorry, I promise I’ll make it up to you!” he put his hands together in a prayer motion, bowing slightly to you with his eyes closed.

“You can start by calling me a tow truck.” You huffed back, sitting on the curb with a pout. “And you owe me a new battery.”

“Anything for you, baby girl.” He winked at you, causing you to roll your eyes, a small smile tugging on your lips as he pulled out his phone.

“Chargebolt, sir, I can take care of that.” A different cop had joined you, looking between you both, confused at your familiarity, “You should get back to work sir, we can handle this from here.”

“I got it!” He said back cheerily, “Or else I’m in the doghouse.” He added with a mock whisper, sounding overly terrified for good measure. He winked again at you as you laughed a bit, the other line finally picking up as he described the situation.

“Ma’am, I have some paperwork if you would like to fill out so the city can help pay for the repairs, I’m really sorry you got caught up in this tonight.” He continued, turning to you.

“Thanks, but Chargebolt has actually agreed to pay for all the damages and take me home tonight, so I am all good!” You said to him, causing Denki to blanch as he spoke. The cop nodded awkwardly before leaving the scene, Denki coming to join you on the curb.

“It should only be a few minutes.” he said with a yawn, pulling you into his side. You hummed in reply, resting your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes. You must have started to drift off, lulled by his warmth, jumping a bit as he shook you, yellow flashing lights filling your vision. He stood once making sure you weren’t going to slump to the ground, chatting with the tow truck driver as they loaded your poor car up, gone just as soon as they came. “Come on, baby girl.” he said lightly as he approached you, turning and gesturing for you to hop onto his back. You shook your head at him, a sleepy laugh falling from your lips as you hopped up, his strong grip on the back of your thighs as you curled into his neck.

“Are you mad at me?” He asked delicately, leaning down to grab your purse before beginning the short walk home.

“No.” You mumbled, placing a kiss on the side of his neck, “Not if you carry me wherever I need to go.” 

“That can definitely be arranged.” He laughed back, patting your leg. You hugged him tighter as a reply. He soon reached your door, placing you back on the ground as he fished his keys out. As soon as you got inside, you were suddenly grabbed, shoved against the door with one hand cradling your head and the other tight on your waist. “I’m gonna make it up to you.” He declared, and soon his lips were on you, hot and heated as he pressed into you, causing a moan to slip from you.

He lifted you again after locking the door, carrying you into the bedroom, mouths locked the entire way before unceremoniously throwing you to the bed with a plop. He smirked down at you as you watched him, an all too familiar glint in his eyes. “Pay you back” often meant pinning you down onto the mattress until you screamed, stars in your eyes, and it seemed like tonight would be no different. He was a man on a mission.

Your heart began to thunder as he leaned down, hands sliding under your shirt before pulling it off, your bra soon following. His fingers ghosted over you, static electricity making you squirm below him. “Please.” You begged, already breathless despite the fact that he had barely touched you. 

“Patience.” He chided, before pinching your nipple, a light shock flowing through you in a way that made you shudder below him. His languid pace continued, taking his time, and before long you were practically crying below him, begging for anything really. His hand drifted down, slowly coming to ease your pants off. He spread your legs, easing down between them, blowing lightly on you, causing your hands to fly down to his hair, pulling lightly on it, trying to lead him where you wanted, but he only chuckled lightly at you, rubbing his hands over your thighs. “Needy, baby girl?” He asked, earning a groan of frustration in reply. It felt like just one touch would send you hurtling over the edge.

He ran a single finger through your folds before finding your clit, circling it lightly, and you felt your body instantly sag, truly giving over to him. He laughed lightly again, sending a light bolt directly to your clit and with that single moment, your back was arching as you came around nothing, tears coming to your eyes as you climaxed.

“Kami, please!” You whined, hips bucking away or towards him, you weren’t really sure. 

“Please what?” He smiled up at you, clearly loving this. “What do you want, hmm?” he was driving as he smiled up at you.

“Fuck me!” You cried. He shook his head at you, leaning down to place a single kiss to your clit.

“Not yet, I have to make it up to you first.” His grin was devilish as he met your eye, head finally, finally moving down.

[alltubedandwiredup]

A short-ish fantasy story i wrote some time ago. Not self-insert and male protagonist. Medfet (+18)

i woke up to find myself sitting in what looked like a hospital room. i looked around in comfusion, only to find i was lying in a gynaecologal bed, and surrounding me i could see houndred different machines. someone approached me from behind, placing a reassuring hand in my forhead.

- hello darling, have you slept well???i hope you have, because today we start with your very special treatment

- im going to tell you how this is going to go, eric.

- mainly, we are going to connect you to these machines you see around you at the same time as we inject you with a new developed medication. it is going to be a long treatment im afraid, but im going to take care of you. your doctor did refer you to us as a critical case. now, ill explain you further as we go, does that sound right?

in that moment, two nurses came into the room and positiones themselves at the feet of my bed. the doctor then nodded

- eric, one requeriment of the treatment has been the removal of your hair since we needed to be able to properly wire you to the equipment. after this, she pressed a button and two big mirrors uncovered. one in the ceiling and one right in front of me. i cringed at my hairless sight. my head was bald, as well as my legs and… my groin. my balls and ass were the smoothest i could imagine. The nurses took some straps in my things and ankles tied me firmly to the bed, before the doctor pressed anothe button and my legs were being lifted into stirrups, leaving me comoletly exposed under the bright medical lights.

then, one of the nurses started doing strange marks all over my bald head, wich then she started to cover with dabs of gel

- we will need to have you constantly monitored in every way possible. these things here are to then attach 24 electrodes to your head. this way we will control your brain activity in every moment. We will do the same thing with your heart beats, the blood and oxygen in your blood, and your temperature

My other nurse started to attach more electrodes to my chest at the same time as the first one started to place the ones in my head. two went behind my ears, two behind my eyes, three on my forehead, two in my temples and the rest on my scalp. she finished with a last one in my chin before she started securing them with tape. i couldnt look away from the mirror, somehow this wired state aroused me deeply. once she finished, the other one had wrapped a preassure monitor on my arm, had placed a pulse oxymeter on my middle finger and sticked a temperature monitor to my head as well.

- now eric, this is when we connect you to the actual tratment. ill start with the IV tratment. you will feel slight pinches in your ball sac.

as she explained, i felt the first needle go in, at my right, the quickly came the second. the doctor took both of the cannulas hanging from two drips at my feet and connected them to the needles, before securing the needles and the tubes with tape.

- foley nurse.

i knew what was coming next. she took the bright orange tube of a catheter and lubed it, before aligning it to my urethral opening.

i did see the nurses sticking more electodes, this time smaller ones, in my lower abdomen, close to my dick, but i was too concentrated in the discomfort of a tube sliding into my little hole. when the catheter was all the way into my pisshole, the doctor connected it to a longer clrear tube and taped it to my leg. the doctor then took the rest of these electrodes and sticked them into my balls, in my thigs at both sides of my penis and around my anus. one nurse apeared in my frame of vision again, holding a series of tubes.

- now those are the last things eric, the anal probe, the nipple suctioning electrodes, the feeding tubes and the breathing apparatuses.

my nurse started sticking a long electrode under my nose, then the next one approached with two long tubes

- big breath darling- she said.

she started introducing it in my right nostril. at the same time, felt an enormous pleasure in my hole.

- oh eric you are very very tight, we need you to open… come on… open up… open that anus eric… come on, be a good patient and open .

i could feel as the doctor worked the probe into my virgin anus as the first feeding tube met and end. it was taped to my cheek as the nurse repeated the process tubing my left nostril… all wile the doctor kept working on my anus

- we need this for the tratment eric… just a bit more, you are doing soo soo good.

- cmon be a good boy… let it go in… good job

i finally felt my ass close around a smaller end at the same time the nurse approached me with a nasal cannula, placing it into my nose as well and around my head. finally the doctor looked at me happily as the nasal cannula was also taped to my cheeks.

- that was a good job. your little anus is so tight, hopefully it won’t be as much at the end of the treatment

one of the nurses inserted both my nipples into two tiny tubes connected to a machine next to me. the tubes sucked my nipples engording and trapping them.

- okay, i think now we can start. are you ready? now we will start giving you some sweet relaxing gas through that nasal cannula in your nose, just to keep you calmed throughout the treatment, you might feel sleepy. oh and i must warn you, you might obtain sexual stimulation during this. its okay, some patients do it. dont you feel ashamed. im going to leave now okay, but ill be watching you constantly. so you dont need to stress.

then everyone left the room and i was left with my reflection. i was covered head to toe in tubes and wires. i could see my bottom fully exposed and covered in a million tubes and wires: there were electrodes everywhere, the catheter tubing my urethra and two ivs connected to my balls. i realized that the thing in my ass was an electrified plug, with two wires coming out of it. i colud barely look at my reflection without cringing. i didnt recognice me under so many wires and tubes. my face was covered in tape securing every tube going into my nose. with tubes in every hole, i didnt look human, i was connected to so many machines i was a part of them

i felt when the devices turned on. it started by a tingling sensation in my balls, that extended through the rest of my goin. that tingle started to feel very pleasant soon, at the same time as i realized it was hard to focus my eyes. i gave up and let the gas drug me up as the pleasure kept building inside me. it didnt take long before i orgasmed, from there, i gradually lost awareness of the orgasms i kept having, feeling the pleasure as something far away.

i think i was in and out of conciousnes for a while before i heard the doctor come in. she came next to the bed and strocked my cheek, bypassing the tubes taped to it. i was so lost in the pleasure and the drugs that i failed to focus my eyes. so i just stared at her blankly, my head lolling to the side and drooling.

- doctor? i asked her weakly.

i think she laughed at this, and just kept strocking my wired head

- you are sooo drooly my darling

she said running a towel through my chin

- you are orgasming so much are you??… mmm thats right, keep going… this is going to help you eric…

- can you tell me where does it feel better? is it in your ass… or in your dick… or your balls… can you tell me eric?

i was completely unable to respond, not even to think were in my medicalized body i was feeling the biggest pleasure

- shhh its okay, you are very out of it are you?

a climax hit me in that moment, making me arch my feet and roll by eyes back, as a long moan of pleasure came our of my mouth. the doctor kept running a calming hand though my forehead

- uuuu look at you… the anal electrode is working you up so good, look at how your anus twitches around it, its fucking you with the electricity

there i felt her push slightly the electrode into my ass, making me moan as i bursted into pleasure from the slight movement.

- you like this little thing do you? wou had never had anything up your rectum right? off to a good stat i guess, my little patient.

- keep going… thats it… good job… is another orgasm coming baby? are you about to cum?… thats it, cum from the machines, good job

that’s the last thing i registered before loosing consciousness for the next hours