Whoa This Gave Me An Idea Based On The Transmasc James Headcanon Someone Online Made. What If Pyramid

Just a little WIP of a smut I'm writing....

You watch with dilated pupils, the chains linking the leather cuffs rattling when you try to reach out and touch him. He steps back and waves the tip of his handgun as he says softly, "Ah, ah, ahh! No touching."

You let out a whine, making him chuckle before stepping closer once again. The room echoes with the jingle of his belt, before he springs out. His tip glistened in the shade of the pink tint the room provided. His precum dripping onto your stomach. He strokes himself slowly, teasing you with every stiff pump his fist made before lining himself up.... only to lightly slap his cock against your tender skin. You moan, resulting in his laughter slipping out of his lips before he pulls back once again...

When he steps to his spot, behind your back, he places his hands on your shoulders and begins to lightly rub them. You tense up at the sudden feeling of his firm, calloused hands gliding against your hot skin, but he hushes you and whispers in your ear, "Go on, doll, touch yourself. Do it for me to watch. Put on a show that I can watch now.... and forever..."

And.... I'll stop right there..... for now. Stay tuned yall✌🏻😉

We always talk about "whimpering Mark" this and "Sub!Mark" that and it's great and all but like

WHAT ABOUT THIS BITCH?!

I want this mf brat tamed, spanked, slapped, hair pulled, spat on, teased, leaking, sweating, panting, barking, edged, denied, overstimulated, whimpering, screaming, begging, sobbing, whinning, shaking, and fucked until he can't think, walk, or talk. I need this mf tied to the goddamn bed, cock caged, back arched, and slammed into while his dumbass manbun gets tugged so he is forced to watch his reflection in the mirror get dumber by the second. I need him getting Eiffle Towered by a fem reader and a male reader, I need him going down on the reader, I need him to stop saying "Mama" and start saying "Mommy," I need him to get strapped in a chair and cucked by Mark like idc have Mark x Reader where Mark cucks Rex, or Mark cucking Rex with Eve, or fuck it, Mark having the reader and Eve, whatever it takes to humble Rex.

Someone said Rex is a good pup name, ong, PUT A COLLAR ON HIM AND TAKE HIM OUT FOR A WALK! GIVE HIM SNACKS, GIVE HIM LOVE, GIVE HIM AFFECTION, BUT ALSO GIVE HIM STRUCTURE, GIVE HIM ORDER, GIVE HIM PUNISHMENT, GIVE HIM A BONE TO BITE ON, GIVE HIM A LITTLE TUG AT THE LEASH.

And of course, call him a good boy, cuddle him, and give him a bath in the end cuz aftercare is everything👏🥳

My period just started, and it's making me horny and word vomit, yall I'm so sorry.

Anyway, if anyone gets inspired and writes something.... I'm looking forward to it👀

SEE, YOU GET IT, OMG, WE NEED TO BE FRIENDS CUZ THIS MAN LIKE THIS MAN I JUST SHSNSN

Rescue Bots Graham Burns

Propaganda below the cut

Need him.

I made a playlist based on Mary and James as a couple. I wanted to convey the honeymoon phase, then slowly get worse. The segment of just Lana Del Rey is supposed to be Mary's POV, where she feels so ugly that she suspects James is cheating. Then post-mortem, he does kinda but not really since Maria isn't real. Some songs are supposed to refer to Maria and even though James never cheated on Mary, I'd imagine her being paranoid that he does out of her insecurities.

Since Silent Hill 2 is primarily focused on James's pov, that's why it kinda carries on, but Lana Del Rey, Etta James, Someone Else, and the 2 songs before Loverman are all Mary's POV. There's 1 song out of place toward the end. Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift is supposed to kinda be like Mary's tape where she asks James to take her back to Silent Hill, kinda like Taylor Swift saying "Say you'll remember me/standing in a nice dress/staring at the sunset babe/red lips and rosey cheeks/say you'll see me again/even if it's just pretend."

Wildest Dreams was also kind of referencing the Bliss ending where James watches the tape while he hallucinates on drugs and makes a false reality where he's with Mary. Some of the songs convey James's guilt, his self-pity, his imagination of Maria, and some songs like "Line Without A Hook" and "Lovers Rock" are meant to show his insecurities. I'd imagine him feeling like an inadequate husband before Mary's death. Bro, it took me 30 minutes to order this playlist since I wanted this in a linear structure starting from their newly wed phase to the withered flowers stage.

Also! Anyone catch onto the irony of some of the songs in the playlist?🌝

The way I'm writing the most submissive and breedable James Sunderland x Reader ever where you hypnotize him and order him around.... stay tuned yall, stay tuned.

Without giving any further context, imma just say James is literally your Barbie doll. That is all.

Update post!

Hiya! This is an update post! I will occasionally pop in to tell you guys what I'm currently working on and what to look forward to in the future! :)

Current Project:

Sub!Salesman x Femdom!Reader (This was requested by an anonymous user and yes, I am working on it. So sorry it's taking long.)

Future Projects~⭐️

Sub!James Sunderland x Dom!Reader (This will be my first MLM fic ever. Basically, James is cockwarming you with his mouth and eventually sucks you off. Also he calls you daddy, so heads up on that!🌝👍)

Top!Graham Burns x G/N!Reader (Originally gonna be f!reader but I changed my mind. You guys go from wholesome texting to sexting to him fucking you over his desk)

Dani x F!Reader (First WLW smut ever and kinda self indulgent with her talking you through it and getting past internalized homophobia. Shit gets a little deep)

Pyramid Head x Reader x James (First threesome fic ever! Woo! Anyway, get spitroasted by James and his manifestation of guilt🤷🏻‍♀️)

Top!Mary Sunderland x F!Reader (A little WLW. Mary is healthy, and she broke things off with James. Now she wants to break you off! Strap-on activities🫣)

Sub!James x Femdom!Reader (Using a remote-controlled vibrator on him the whole trip in Silent Hill back when it was a nice town. A little public play and James whimpering like a bitch)

Daddy!Benatar x Reader (Okay... YFM smut will be happening)

18!Puff Puff x 18!Reader (Please note: Puff Puff is in his 20s in YFM, but he's 18 in this because you and him are fumbling around. Wholesome childhood friend type shit)

Gavin x G/N!Reader (He's late to work because he couldn't stop going down on you.)

PLEASE NOTE: You can still request! These are just projects that I wanna make in the future! Also, if I fulfill your request late as fuck, I'm sorry, school takes up my time and my ADHD hyperfixations make it hard for me to keep up. But I'll get to it, and when I do, I promise it'll be great! So many smut milestones to hit! Stay tuned!🫶🏻

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, he’s always willing to show you and himself how good of a partner he can be. He’s attentive, gentle and constantly praises and compliments you in the moment: how good you’re making him feel, how great you’re taking it or how fucking ready he’s to do anything you want. For him, he’ll 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 “good boy” and how good he fucks you? He’s the happiest man.

Talking about slapping him - he will like impact play He asks for you to do that at one point and if you’re on board - he’ll ask for you to do that from time to time when he’s in the mood. Slapping across the cheek, or tugging his head by the hair. He’d be into that at times, his feelings of guilt and self-hatred never leaving for good. I believe he’ll 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 don’t think his habits would be very healthy tbh though. I don’t think he’d ever want to be rough with you in return. Though, if you’d ask him to spank your butt - he’d do that and enjoy it.

One thing that is also crossing borders with his tendencies is edge play. He’ll be a pathetic whimpering mess after a few times you deny him his orgasm. I don’t think he’ll be able to last for long, but a few rounds is something he could do. He’ll beg for you and cry when you stop and force him to wait yet again, yet he’s enjoying every second of it and the way the orgasm feels when you allow him to reach his peak at last. It’s the mix of emotional impact and the way it physically feels for him. With you he tried an edge play a few times - but you’re so pliant and sweet, that he cannot stop himself in time and with light chuckle he decides to just give you few orgasms instead.

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.

I was just talking to a friend a few days back about this. Mary's voice acting was so raw and real. And for a PS2 game??? My jaw dropped hearing those deliverances.

Goddddd sex with Joel would be a fucking DREAM!😩

Joel loves slow sensual sex with you. He loves worshiping your body, talking his time with you. you loved the way his big brown eyes looked down at you so lovingly with his pouty lips. His favorite thing is kissing you, your neck, your lips your favorite spots. You loved smelling his cologne the smell of woodsy pine, feeling of his big hands on your waist and his rough stubble of his beard on your cheek. He loved the way you would bite his lower lip, it drove him crazy. The first time he told you he loved you was in the middle of sex. He whimpered in your ear “I love you so much” right when you both hit your high, it was the most beautiful thing you ever heard