Random Thought: How Do We Feel About Pathetic James Being A Sub W/ A Mommy Kink?🤔

Random NSFW stuff I feel like James would say (dom and sub version)

18+ mentions of a mommy and daddy kink.

Dom:

"You look so beautiful/handsome like that... stretch yourself a little more"

"You're so good for me. You make me so proud, baby."

"No, don't worry, I'll handle it."

"Think you could give me a hand?" (He says this at some point in game and all I could think of was him palming himself🤭)

"You can handle a few more minutes, dear..."

"Be patient."

"We can stop whenever you want, honey."

"I love the way you taste...."

"Can you take me a little deeper? Just do your best, my love."

"You're too good for me, baby."

"Keep moving like that.... good girl/boy/good job"

"Your mouth feels so good..."

Sub:

"Can I play with the toy? Y'know...the...the one that... that you have the controller for....don't make me say it... please... please let me use it... at least for 3 minutes?"

"Am I a good boy when I take it like that...?"

"I want to be your handsome, boy.... adorable just for you..."

"Can you put your fingers in my mouth.....in the back?"

"Mommy/daddy! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to talk back!"

"It's so embarrassing....but don't stop, please."

"Please, I'll do anything to cum, anything!"

"I can't cum unless you give me permission!"

"Thank you, mommy/daddy!"

"Put it on my face, please!"

"Can I watch you, mommy/daddy?"

"Fuck me deeper, please....right there....please make me cum....I'm your good boy! Your little toy... please? I'll be so good!"

More Petplay Headcanons with James (Kitten James edition) 18+

Tags//Warnings: MDNI. I can not take the term "Kitten" seriously after Discord, but I also can't take "Catboy" seriously, either, so I'll just roll with this.😭 Anyway, mommy/daddy kink mentioned, voyeurism, sex toys, and petplay🧍🏻‍♀️

He wears a gentle cologne so when he rubs his face on things, it actually leaves a scent.

His meows are soft and deep. He gets embarrassed whenever he does it, but for you? Anything.

Wants to be sprawled on you at all times. Whether it's on your lap or your legs or wherever.

Leaves extremely light scratches on your skin....unless you tell him not to.

When he talks, it's 2 sentences at most (1 sentece at most when he's a puppy, 2 sentences at most when he's a kitten, and completely nonverbal as a bunny) and when he talks, it's deeply soft-spoken. Some things he would say would include:

"Mommy/daddy, may I play with the ball of yarn?" (He makes sure to say "may I?" instead of "can I?" He finds it the most respectful way to speak to you.)

"May I nap on you?"

"Do I have to get in the water?" (Very dedicated to his role, so he acts like he hates baths. Still, he wants to bathe with you)

Still, despite his antics, he likes to get wet if you're able to. He doesn't mind a partner who can cum on him, or squirt on him.... just don't forget his face.

Purposely messes with the bell on his collar just to get your attention.

Likes playing with bags.

Wants head pets and chin scratchies while he goes down on you (don't forget to praise him, too!)

He secretly (not-so-secretly) wants a tail buttplug but he gets way too embarassed trying to ask.

Thankfully, you're such an empath that you surprised him with one! (Totally not because he was as subtle as a hammer dropping hints about it.)

When he first tried it on, he was nervous about how he looked. It wasn't until you turned on the massager setting that he arched his back and suddenly forgot what he was panicky about.

He doesn't use it often since he's embarrassed and is concerned about the safety of anal, but he definitely likes his tail. The matching ears only made his submission deepen even more.

The sensation of the cool metal tip pushing into his walls and warming up to his temperature with a buzzing hum as the soft fur grazes his skin makes him moan every time. But the challenge for him is to stick to his role.

He loves his tail, and some days when you deny him, all he can do is helplessly fuck himself with the plug while you work. He is so desperate for your attention. It gives him such excruciating satisfaction even if he doesn't reach that finish line or if you don't look his way.

The best thing is when he has his tail in with his other toys. He loves putting on a show for you, and would jerk himself off in front of you. Cock in hand, tail inside, cat ear clips shifting from the vigorous movement, cups suctioned to his nipples with a loud hum, his bell jingling, and when the plug's reverbrations travel deep enough to hit his prostate, all you'll hear from him is a loud, whiny, "Meowwww~!"

When he cums, it's as loud and whiny as a cat in heat. The day after, the neighbors reported hearing a cat outside.... much to his humiliation and arousal.

DACRYPHILLIA MENTIONED!!!!

"It's to much!"

Pairing: Mark Grayson x GN! Reader

Synopsis: You edge Mark to tears with a cock vibrator, savoring every desperate sound as he breaks beneath your touch.

Content tags: smut, overstimulating, edging, cock vibrator, handjob, Dacryphilia

Mark’s wrists strain against the bedframe, muscles flexing with every tremor that rolls through him. You’ve got him right where you want him — naked, flushed, helpless. His chest rises and falls with sharp, shallow breaths, every inhale catching as the cock vibrator buzzes steadily against him.

You’ve had it on him for twenty minutes now. Twenty long minutes of teasing, stroking, and pulling your hand away the second his hips stuttered or his moans hit that desperate pitch. He’s soaked in sweat, eyes glassy, lip bitten raw. His cock twitches in your grip as you wrap your hand around it again, lazy and slow. The vibrator hums beneath your fingers, perfectly in tune with his leaking, overstimulated tip.

"Please—" he gasps, voice thick and raw. “I c-can’t—need to come, please—”

You lean in, lips brushing his ear. “You don’t get to need yet,” you murmur, biting down lightly on his lobe. “You’re still being so good for me.”

His head tips back into the pillow, a broken sound clawing out of his throat. A tear slips down his cheek, and you pause to wipe it away with your thumb.

“Oh, Mark,” you coo, almost mockingly sweet. “You’re crying already? That’s so pretty. You’re such a pretty little mess.”

He chokes on a moan as you twist the dial on the vibrator just one notch higher. The shift is subtle but devastating. His back arches off the mattress, legs trembling, muscles locked with the need to thrust. But he doesn’t. Not yet.

"I-It’s too much, I—" His voice is high, strangled, like he’s on the edge of breaking.

You kiss along his jaw, breath warm and slow, contrasting how worked up his body is. “It’s never too much for you. You can take it.”

“I’m—” he tries, tears streaking now, his thighs twitching. “I’m gonna come—please—”

You let go of his cock.

His entire body jolts like you struck him, a wounded noise torn from his throat. “No—no, please—!”

You tut. “Almost, baby. But you know the rules. You don’t get to come until I let you.”

He whines, squirming against his restraints, the vibrator still buzzing mercilessly around him. You drag your fingers down his abdomen slowly, watching how he twitches at every touch.

“I bet you could come just from this. Just from the vibrator,” you tease, brushing your thumb over his slick head, not stroking — just touching. “Would that embarrass you? No hands, no thrusting — just a pathetic little mess?”

He nods, breath catching again. “Y-Yeah—yes—please—”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you whisper, grinning as you reach down and cup his balls, gently massaging while the vibrator does its work. “Coming like a toy. Like my toy.”

He whimpers, so close again, the tip of his cock leaking freely. His whole body is shaking now, muscles jumping from tension and denial. You can see it in his face — how badly he wants to give in, how close he is to losing all control.

"You’re gonna cry for me again before I even let you come," you promise, kissing the corner of his mouth. “And when I do let you, you’re gonna thank me. On your knees.”

Mark’s eyes roll back as a second tear slips down his cheek. He’s not even trying to be quiet anymore — he’s whining, breathless and overwhelmed, caught in that limbo between pleasure and pain. You keep your hand there, just cradling him, watching as the vibrator pushes him to the brink again. Not touching, not helping. Just waiting.

And when he starts sobbing for real — hips bucking, thighs clenching — you finally whisper:

“Good boy. Come for me.”

Mark shatters.

His hips jerk, spine bowing off the bed as he cries out—loud, broken, utterly lost in it. His orgasm hits like a tidal wave, thick ropes spilling over his abdomen, his cock twitching violently. His throat works around a sob, eyes squeezed shut, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead. But you don’t move the vibrator. You keep it right there — buzzing against the sensitive underside of his cock, your hand still loosely wrapped around him, holding him in place.

"Ah—! W-Wait—!" Mark gasps, panic bleeding into his voice. “I—it’s too much—!”

His hips try to jerk away, trembling under you, but he can’t get far. You press your free hand gently to his chest, holding him down—not forcefully, but with presence. Control. A reminder.

“Easy,” you murmur, voice calm, grounding. “You remember your safeword?”

He nods rapidly, breathless and wide-eyed. “Y-Yeah—yes.”

“Say it if you need to. No hesitation,” you say, locking eyes with him. “We stop if you say it. Understand?”

Mark swallows hard, nodding again. “I-I understand.”

You soften for a beat, leaning in to kiss his temple, sweat-slick skin warm beneath your lips.

“Good boy,” you whisper. “Now take it for me.”

And he does — or he tries. Because the vibrator keeps working him, and he’s still hard — achingly so — even post-orgasm. His cock twitches violently, oversensitive, raw. You ease your fingers under the head again, not stroking, just letting your touch remind him he doesn’t belong to himself right now.

He whines, choked and wrecked. “F-Fuck—! Oh my god—”

His thighs twitch, muscles spasming helplessly. Another orgasm builds too fast, sharp and desperate. He’s trying to hold it back, babbling through gritted teeth, but it’s no use. It tears out of him in a strangled sob as he spills again, smaller, thinner—but no less intense. Pain and pleasure blur, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Tears are streaming down his face now, silent and shining. He gasps, “Please—it hurts—!”

“I know,” you whisper, brushing some of the wetness away with your thumb. “But you haven’t said your word.”

He shakes his head weakly, panting. “Don’t… want to stop…”

Your mouth curls into a pleased smile. “Good. Because you’re going to give me one more.”

He sobs—louder this time. “I-I can’t—”

“You can.” Your hand cradles his cock again. The vibrations continue without mercy. “And you will.”

Every sound he makes after that is pure wreckage. He’s not even trying to be composed anymore. Just raw noise—crying, gasping, pleading into the sheets as you guide him through the edge of another climax. He thrashes, overwhelmed, babbling your name, and you stay calm, steady—watching him with heat in your eyes.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” you murmur, brushing his cheek. “So beautiful like this. Falling apart for me.”

And then it hits again—his third orgasm, ripped from him like it’s punishment and reward all at once. He screams through it, chest heaving, tears soaking the pillow beneath his head. You don’t move the vibrator right away. You just let it rest there—buzzing quietly—while his body twitches and shakes beneath you.

Only when his moans turn to shallow, hiccuping breaths do you reach down and finally shut it off. He melts into the mattress, sobbing, but his hands are still clenched in the restraints—until you untie them. The moment his wrists are free, he curls into your touch, collapsing against your chest with trembling arms and shaking legs. You hold him close. Quiet now. Gentle. Stroking his hair.

“You did so well,” you whisper, kissing the crown of his head. “I’m so proud of you.”

Mark hiccups, still riding the aftershocks, utterly spent—but safe. And you stay right there, wrapped around him, until the trembling stops.

STFU, NO WAY IN HELL DID AN INDIE TEAM DO THIS

James Sunderland's eyes

OH MY FUCKING GOD, JUST WHAT I NEEDED

semi being your stress reliever and it shows.

she wants to see her pretty girl plopping down on her lap the second she comes back home from work, all tense from the long hours of taking decisions. she’d whisper a lil’ “your mind is all burnt out, hm baby?” as you hides your face in the crook of her neck, only giving her a whine as an answer but is enough for her because she knows exactly what you needs. hours later, she keeps fingering your sloppy pussy while keeping an arm around ur waist— no matter how much you say it’s too much or how you keeps trying to wiggle your way out, she knows your body craves more and you both know she won’t stop until you go limp. so she keeps her assault on that gummy spot inside your cunt, feeling your thighs trembling around her hand and your tears wetting her shirt, all while telling you what a good job you did today, handling all your stuff like a big girl… but now she’s here, so you only need to look pretty and take everything i she gives you. you’re her little princess so you really don’t need to worry your little mind around her.

How do I get fire text? :)

lord the peasants are so loud today

Off-topic (I guess it's off-topic???) But wholesome smut where the reader and their lover lose their virginity together>>>>>>>>>>>

you and mark grayson being both virgins is something angels sing about in their heavenly chorus.

he's learned things from pornhub and twitter porn links that wildly over exageratte how to make your girl squirt for the first time. magic mike has taught mark how painful it feels to smack your dick on hardwood flooring just to try and grind on some sexy beat. he gets made fun of by Rex for even asking what correct hole does his dick get put into, and if it'll snap off if you bounce too hard on him when you want to ride.

he's pulled out all the stops, rather shitty mind you. Debbie and Nolan are on a date in Italy, and he's got exactly thirty minutes to make you wet enough so it doesn't hurt when he slips in for the first time.

unfortunately for him, he doesn't get far enough to get you naked before he's cumming in his boxers.

he blames friction and how a victoria secret thong can really emphasize a plump mound and camel toe when its covered in your slick. rose petals are bleeding on your skin that he's sprinkled upon his duvet earlier. the bed springs creaking way too annoyingly loud when he attempts to press boxer covered cockhead in between your clothed pussy lips. you two have been dry grinding and humping eachother for the last ten minutes.

something about you almost naked, sweaty breasts rolling up and down in rolling waves; and sticky clear strings of cum stringing his softened dick and your quivering cunt together . it really puts worms into his brain and lets him settle on your panties trapping your clit down and making you twitch under his body. your head pressed against his pillows while you two watch his bulge grow back to life when you whine for more.

mark's a virgin, but he says its by choice, and not because he's scared about hurting you for the first time.

Teehee, this is me irl, if you even care💗😊👉🏻👈🏻

YALL---

life update: my eyesight is getting worse

Whoa this gave me an idea based on the Transmasc James headcanon someone online made. What if Pyramid Head symbolized internalized homophobia? Like, James is in the 90s (I think that's when Silent Hill 2 takes place???), he had a beautiful wife like he was "supposed to have," he loved her, he murdered her, and while the Bubble headed nurses symbolize sexual frustration, what if the beefy Pyramid Head, the hyper masculine humanoid who's aggressive and is a polar opposite to James's more passive nature symbolizes guilt for his murder and guilt for being bisexual, desire to be a "real man," while also having some frusturation with his sexuality?

Hey man, why did the deepest level of your subconscious thoughts manifest that?