Reblogging for later, no, cuz tell me why I was also thinking of making an x reader where the reader takes the Salesman down a pegš
Follow Up Piece to: Freak of Nature On Display
Synopsis: Tired of being followed by the man in the grey suit, you decide the turn the tables
Warnings: Stalking, voyeurism, mentions of masturbation, the Salesman being kind of a sub
He was following you again. The man in the grey suit with the brown leather briefcase that probably cost more than you earned in a month. You clocked him about 100 yards back, his reflection visible in a shop window. You didnāt know how long youād been playing this game of cat and mouse for. Any normal person would have been terrified at the prospect of being stalked, but there was something about the man who followed you that you found undeniably attractive. The day after heād paid for your coffee, he was back out on the park bench, watching you from afar. You pretended not to notice him, going about your work as if he wasnāt there. Some days however, he would sit with you, making idle conversation as you watched the world pass by. You knew he followed you home, and one night you saw him sitting outside the restaurant across from you apartment. He noticed you too and raised his glass of soju in acknowledgement.
What was it that drew him to you? You werenāt anything special, werenāt anyone important. You were just you. You led a mundane life, filled with days that were all pretty much the same. Perhaps that was why you liked your new stalker; he injected the excitement that was so desperately missing from your world. You knew nothing about him, not even his name, but you were sure he knew lots about you.
You werenāt far from your apartment now, only two more minutes and you be safely behind your door. But you were tired of being safe; you wanted to see your grey suited man again, wanted to hear his voice, wanted to watch the wild way his almond eyes explored your body. You ducked round a corner, backtracking through an alleyway that ran down the side of your apartment. You could see your grey suited man from behind now, an angle youād never seen before. He looked good from behind, with perfect posture, and an ass that looked great in his suit. He stopped, noticing you were no longer in front of him. you couldnāt see his face, couldnāt see the confused expression that flitted across his perfect features. Sneaking up behind him, you waited until you were inches away from him before whispering into his ear. āI guess this time Iām the cat, and youāre the mouse.ā
He swivelled around to meet you, his eyes blazing with an expression you couldnāt read. āYouāre not the only one with tricks up your sleeve, Mr Grey Suit,ā you smiled, watching his eyes widen as he took you in. No one had ever bested him before, but youād managed to outsmart him today. āClever girl,ā he purred, āI enjoy our little game.ā Youād left him speechless that day at the coffee house, and today was no exception. You were so much more than he ever could have dreamed of, so suited to his needs and desires that he wasnāt sure he could hold back much longer. He liked playing with your mind, but he longed to play with your body too. He wanted to feel you squirm against him, wanted to hear you moan for him as he figured out how far he could push you. āWill you be dining across the street tonight?ā you asked, fiddling with the top button of your shirt. He shifted in his Prada loafers, a flash of hunger in his eyes. āPotentially,ā he mused, āor perhaps I might find an alternative option to satisfy my tastes.ā You both knew he was lying; he was far too hooked on you to get his kicks elsewhere. āShame,ā you pouted, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. āI was going to give you a little show. Maybe next time.ā With that, you turned on your heel and left your grey-suited man standing dumbstruck in the street.
That night, he was in his usual spot outside the restaurant. You couldnāt help but smile to yourself. Your grey suited stalker was becoming predictable now. But, youād promised him a show, and a show he would get. You nudged the curtain open just a touch, enough that he could see you from where he was sitting.
He watched you from across the street, saw you move the curtain and give him full view of your figure. You were wearing nothing but a tiny silk robe, the dusty mauve colour the perfect contrast against your skin. You unbelted the robe achingly slowly, and he could feel his erection pushing against the fabric of his pants. The robe fell to the floor, and you stood in a matching lingerie set, your fingers running up and down your body. You were teasing him, toying with him. Heād never been teased before, and he aching cock responded to you in a way heād never felt before. he shifted in his seat, desperate to quell the rising sensation of unbearable lust. He watched you slip your bra strap down, watched as you slowly lowered the cup just enough to show him the faintest outline of your breast. He audibly groaned, downing his glass of soju to quieten his desire. If he knocked on the door, would you let him in? Heād never been at the mercy of someone before, always being the one who played with people. But you seemed to enjoy torturing him. As if reading his mind, you shook your head, your finger delicately tracing your nipple. No, you wouldnāt let him in tonight. But heād need you soon, otherwise he might go insane.
That night he pleasured himself to the image of you in your apartment, the delicate lingerie so perfectly contouring your curves. Heād have you soon, there was no doubt about that. You were a tease, but he hadnāt fully shown you what he was capable of yet.
A quick post! Just some songs that I associate with Gavin Reed.... use it however you want fanfic writers ;)
No but real talk: Should I throw in a cheerleader Mary? And should the reader be a watcher on the live stream (so like, voyeurism and shit, plus he takes your requests for a small donation), or should the reader also be a performer in this.... collaborative film?
Random horny thought that I'll write about eventually: Camboy!James dressed as a jock and he acts out a thing where he gets gangbanged by his cheerleader squad..... maybe cheerleader Maria????? Maybe cheerleader reader or the reader is tuning into his stream???? Idk??? Thoughts?
I feel like Huxley would add in "Among Us sus" pics with a big red circle and arrow to be "trendy and hip" even if it died out 2 years back.
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Random thought, but like, imagine Graham fucking you over his desk???? Like idk, guys like Graham are either super vanilla or super freaky and something is telling me that he would totally be a freak. I could just imagine this man telling you to keep quiet while he has you bent over his desk since everyone is out of the house, but he's worried about someone coming in. I'm talking, hand over your mouth, slamming into you, grunting and moaning, and rubbing your clit or pumping your cock simultaneously while he tells you to be quiet and whispering all sorts of praises and dear god I might've found my next smut idea after handling a requestš¤
Hey! So this is fucking incredible!
bratty sub!rex x soft dom!mark? might be weird, sorry if u don't wanna do itš
NOOOO itās not weird. Thanks for the idea anon lmk what you think >.< Hope you enjoy!!
Mark is pushing him against the wall, hands at his chest as he breathes heavily in front of him. āWhat the hell was that, man?!ā Heās seething, anger seeping from his words.
āWhatever,ā Rex is responding, dismissive. But heās also holding his breath, watching the way Mark is licking his lips, feeling the way heās holding him against the wall.
Mark is clenching his jaw, eyes squinting at the man in front of him. How can he be so calm? āYou almost put us in jeopardy,ā one of Markās fingers poke Rex in the chest, āif I hadnāt been there, someone wouldāve gotten hurt!ā
āWell, itās a good thing you were there,ā Rex is muttering, suddenly feeling some heat in his chest rise. He doesnāt know if heās angry at Mark badgering him, or if heās just trying hard not to think about how close his lips were.
How easy it would be to capture them in a kiss.
Would he kiss him back? Rex is musing to himself, when he feels Markās hand move down to his hip, still keeping him flush against the wall. Rex is looking up at Mark, a bit confused when he sees the dark look in his eyes, until he realises that:
a) heād just been staring at his lips
b) he had a hard on this entire time
Mark is scoffing, but the his pupils are blown out. āWhat, donāt tell me you fucking get off on this?ā His words are meant to be scathing, but thereās a rasp in his voice that wasnāt there before.
Rex feels his cock throb.
Mark is watching him, experimentally moving his hand from his hip down to abdomen, just below his bellybutton, feeling his abs tense underneath his touch.
Rex is panting, suddenly not so annoyed at Markās lecture, and he can feel Markās fingers splayed out on his stomach, so close to where he needs him, that he doesnāt even think before whimpering a, āPlease.ā
And then Mark is kissing him.
Itās different to kissing a girl. Markās lips are soft, but his grip stronger, and itās not slow, or sensual. Itās fast, itās hard, itās rough. Theyāre ripping each otherās suits off, wasting no time before exploring each other, hands grabbing and gripping and squeezing.
āFuck, Mark. You kiss good.ā Rex is teasing him, still panting from the best make-out heās had in a while.
āI fuck better.ā Is all he gets as a response, gasping when Mark is pushing him down into the bed. Mark finds his place behind him, having Rex sit in between his thighs, pinching his nipples as he bites and sucks at his neck.
His fingers move down to grasp at Rexās dick, chuckling lowly into his ear when he feels it jump against his touch. Rex is whimpering, too sensitive, and Markās grip is almost too much.
The raven haired man behind him is spitting on his hand, grabbing his cock again as he pumps him, thumbing at his tip before moving his hand up and down his cock again. āF-fuck, Mark, wait-ā
āNuh-uh,ā Mark is tutting, āyou wanted to be a brat right?ā heās tugging at Rexās dick harshly, like he almost wanted him to feel a bit of pain with the pleasure, and Rex is feeling all of it.
āSo fucking take it.ā Thatās all the redhead needs to hear as heās arching his back against Markās chest, ropes of come spilling readily from him. ļæ¼
āFuck, fuck, fuck,ā Is the mantra leaving Rexās mouth, his hips bucking into Marks touch. Itās too much, itās not enough, itās perfect.
āLook at what a mess you made.ā Mark is tutting, smearing Rexās cum all over his abdomen, fingers coming up to suck it off, and Rex can feel Markās hardened length against his back.
Rex is turning around, leaning in between Markās thick thighs, and although Mark looks painfully hard, and his cock is moving just from Rexās heated look, heās muttering a, āOh, you donāt have to-ā before Rex interrupts him.
āPlease. Fuck, Mark, just let me suck you off?ā
Heās asking so nicely, and he sounds so strained, like he needs it, so Mark is groaning, nodding as he watches Rex part his mouth and envelope his cock into his warmth.
āFuck, just like that.ā Rex had never sucked a dick before. It was more difficult than he anticipated, and Mark was big, making it even more challenging.
He took what he could in his mouth, using his hand to attend to the rest. Heās looking up at Mark, and god, the sight was beautiful. Brown eyes staring down at him, eyebrows scrunched as he groaned lowly.
Rex would get on his knees every day if it meant Mark would look at him like that. He felt himself getting hard again, simply from the dizzying look from the man above him.
It was depraved.
āCome for me,ā Heās whispering against his length, vibrations going straight down Marks core. And then he is.
And when Mark sees Rex open his mouth and loll out his tongue, come all swallowed, heās drawing out his voice, uttering a, āGood boy.ā
No cuz, I'm just getting into Silent Hill 2, and I didn't get it at first, but after seeing remake James and the fics and all other James propaganda like I GET IT. I literally got converted.
For the James smut asks, I wouldn't mind your list of what kinks you think he has
Heck yeah nonnie, I sure can do that!
Warnings: smut, impact play, a bit of unhealthy sexual behaviours
James Sunderland kinks headcanons:
Praise/Humiliation kink: to you, heās always willing to show you and himself how good of a partner he can be. Heās attentive, gentle and constantly praises and compliments you in the moment: how good youāre making him feel, how great youāre taking it or how fucking ready heās to do anything you want. For him, heāll enjoy either. Taking a slap hearing how pathetic he is for oozing pre-cum for you when you barely touched him? Heck yeah. Hearing gentle murmurs calling him āgood boyā and how good he fucks you? Heās the happiest man.
Talking about slapping him - he will like impact play He asks for you to do that at one point and if youāre on board - heāll ask for you to do that from time to time when heās in the mood. Slapping across the cheek, or tugging his head by the hair. Heād be into that at times, his feelings of guilt and self-hatred never leaving for good. I believe heāll also be not very knowledgeable about proper BDSM rules, so learning how to do stuff ethically will be on you, unfortunately. It will never delve into something very deep, so just mutual agreement before doing some things, or him asking to do something explicitly + safe word would do. I donāt think his habits would be very healthy tbh though. I donāt think heād ever want to be rough with you in return. Though, if youād ask him to spank your butt - heād do that and enjoy it.
One thing that is also crossing borders with his tendencies is edge play. Heāll be a pathetic whimpering mess after a few times you deny him his orgasm. I donāt think heāll be able to last for long, but a few rounds is something he could do. Heāll beg for you and cry when you stop and force him to wait yet again, yet heās enjoying every second of it and the way the orgasm feels when you allow him to reach his peak at last. Itās the mix of emotional impact and the way it physically feels for him. With you he tried an edge play a few times - but youāre so pliant and sweet, that he cannot stop himself in time and with light chuckle he decides to just give you few orgasms instead.
It's 3:25 AM, I have work tmr (technically today), unfinished work, and I'm stuck here getting off to the thought of James being my professor cuz someone wrote a fic abt itš
The way the reader self insert had that much audacity, jfc! I usually hate infidelity fics but I'm ngl, the thought of James being a professor had meš¤š¦
Sweet Home fandom: Heads up! Hyuk smut is in the making! Will he be submissive or dominant? Depends on what the requester wants!
Your Favorite Martian: Wholesome Benatar smut in mind, Wholesome Puff Puff smut, future projects include a horny Axel, and a posessive Deejay....
Transformers Rescue Bots: WLW Dani Burns content in the future!!!! That'll be my first time making sapphic smut. Graham Burns project ofc cuz I love that man, Kade content for the simps I have spotted, and Charlie for them dilf lovers....
If you have any ideas for these characters, or requests, by all means, inbox is open people!
Why am I not surprised?
Or
lord the peasants are so loud today