Genuinely Crashing Out Right Now Cuz I Spent Hours For Days On End Doing My HL Essay For My Senior IB

I was buying myself tampons yesterday and realized my input about them sounded like some shit Rex would say.

"Bought S Tampons 'cause that pussy S Tier."

I muttered that to myself while walking home, cuz y'know I was just carrying the box with no bag and destigmatize periods and stuff, only to realize that sounded like smth he'd say.

So.... I take it that I should complete this? Any feedback?

WIP of Sub!James x Daddy!Reader

Minors do not interact. Also, TW: Internalized homophobia (from James's end)

More tags/warnings: Male reader, cockwarming, gay porn

"Um... How do I do this? Do I just... put it in my mouth?"

James asks while he looks up at you. His calloused hand stroked your inner thigh before spreading over your lap. You could tell by his quivering lip that he was nervous, terrified even. You two were still getting used to this, but James had never been with a man before you. He loves you, he wants you, but the act of putting you in him.... putting a man in him...? It felt.... repulsive.

But did he want to do this...? Yes. Yes! He's been fantasizing about it since forever! It's just.... difficult for him to start. You run your fingers through his dirty blonde hair and say, "Don't feel like you have to do anything. We can always stop."

James looks at you, and says, "I never... did this before. I don't know how to do it." You smile, stroking his hair and telling him, "Do what feels right. Lick it, suck it, kiss it, whatever feels good to you. You're gonna be great regardless, baby."

The second you said that to him.... he immediately started blushing and muttering a response. The topic of sex alone was embarrassing for James, let alone gay sex. But then when he got his barrings, he says, "I want to do it.... but... I-I'm kind of--"

"Scared?" You complete.

James nods. You pet his hair more, making him whimper as you say, "How about you keep it warm for me? You could put me in your mouth, and we could watch something. No actual sex, just helping me stay warm while we watch a movie. You could lay in my lap, watch a movie, and keep me in your mouth. If you want to stop, all you have to do is take me out."

He looks at you, his skin tinted a pink hue and his Adam's apple jiggling when he swallowed a breath of anxiety and rests his head on your thigh before unbuttoning your pajama pants. He was slow, shy, and sweet as he nervously met your gaze. Your waistband grinds against your bulge from his quivering hands, making you muffle a moan. James blushes and chokes on a breath when your cock protruded through the slit of your pants' buttons.

"Dear God!" James huffs, before modestly licking your tip and engulfing you in his mouth. You huff, and look down at him while he rests you into him, and he mutters what movie he wants to watch. It was some corny romance film that he overheard a few guys talking about at a bar. James, being a bit of a sap at heart, figured that it would've been a good time to watch it.

......

You absent-mindedly stroke James's hair as you watch the movie with him. Surprisingly, James still had his cheeks full of you and was very calm. He coos to the sensation of your delicate, firm hands brushing every strand. The feeling caused a wave of chills to wash over him as you two continued to watch. The film itself was.... interesting. For starters, it turned out to be a gay couple, which James didn't expect. The only times he's watched romcoms were with Mary long ago, and even then, they were always between a man and a woman. This was new for him.

Only it wasn't a romcom... it got a few laughs out of you two, but nothing would've prepared James for what would happen next...

The scene was set. A man with dark skin and fluffy coils for hair was cuddling against the other man, a tan and chubby guy. The man's smooth chest rubbed against the fuzzy curls of the other man's chest as their tongues slipped between each other's lips until the chubby one began to leave a trail of kisses down the fluffy-haired man's body.

James was stunned. He's never seen a scene between men that was so.... what were the words? Vile? Uncouth? Indecent? Unnatural? Repulsive? Perverted? Sinful?

No... it just wasn't right. It should be the woman on her knees for the man... not... whatever this was.... right?

Or.... no.... that's just not true....

But there was a small part of James that countered every remark, every lash, every guilty thought with the words he couldn't say, "Intimate, Loving, Erotic, Desirable, Sensual, Romantic, Wholesome..."

The scene continues, and now the chubby man is sweating and sliding the fluffy-haired man's cock into his mouth. His cheeks were hollowing themsleves and sliding with such ease, taking every inch until he gagged before releasing his grip to pump his lover with his fist with such haste and taking him back in. But not without a loud wet squelch from his saliva, making the other man bellow out a moan and thrust into the other's mouth.

The room filled with wet slaps, moans, squelches, and gagging as the scene unfolded for such a long time. James was speechless. He's never seen anything like it. Even the more raunchy films that he's seen in his past years were nothing compared to this. He could feel himself grow harder with every slap, gag, and grunt from the actors. He wanted to pry himself away from the TV, seeing something so... so... obscene! But he couldn't shake the feeling of curiousity. How would it feel to give? How would it feel to receive?

He can feel you, too. The way you're throbbing in his cheek, the way your veins refined themselves, the way you straightened out, the way your tip poked against his throat, and the way he could taste a foreign saltiness on his tongue. He wanted it. He wanted this so badly. He wished the actors were you two. He wished the fantasy between man and man were a reality, not just some guilty pleasure. He wanted--

Suddenly, one of the actors lets out a whine and says, "Cum on me, daddy!"

James choked, literally. Your hips bucked in response to the abrupt stimulation, making you pause the movie and say, "James, are you okay?"

He looks up at you... his dirty blonde bangs sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed, and breath heavy. He was quiet before taking a chance to get off the couch and on his knees. With a vulnerable, subservient gaze and a coy tongue, his mouth opens up, and he points into the gaping hole.

Finally, he says sweetly,

"Can I... suck it, Daddy?"

And that's all for now! I'd really appreciate some feedback since I have never done mlm smut before! Lmk if I can do more or how to improve! Is the WIP good? Should I continue? Like... tell a girl how you feel!

Yall, Benatar smut is in the near future. So is Puff Puff smut cuz yfm needs more content. Ofc, feel free to request. I'm kinda worried though since it seems like most yfm fans are minors (ironically). So minors, DNI, you'll be blocked.

⚠️NSFW warning under the cut. Just a random realization I had.⚠️

So since Griffin Rock is like.... known for its advanced technology... imagine the sex toys? Freaky ass thought, I know, but the thought occurred. I've been watching this show since I was a little kid, and now, as an 18 yr old, the thought came to mind.

Like, the rose toy vibrator and the hitachi wand were already a staple in the sex toy industry. Then we invented a showerhead SPECIALLY made for female masturbation, which was a game changer. Imagine what kinda shit Griffin Rock has?

Do what you will with that food for thought, yall.

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?

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.

Yall, I need to make some better smut for the YFM fandom. Cuz I've only seen 2, and the rest was omorashi which isn't... I mean.... not my thing....

Anyway, feel free to request within boundaries.

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.

To breed or to peg? That is the question.

jk (unless he wants me to)

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 peg😭

A Game of Cat and Mouse - The Salesman x Fem!Reader

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 didn’t know how long you’d 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 he’d 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 wasn’t 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 weren’t anything special, weren’t 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 weren’t 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 you’d 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 couldn’t see his face, couldn’t 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. “I guess this time I’m the cat, and you’re the mouse.”

He swivelled around to meet you, his eyes blazing with an expression you couldn’t read. “You’re not the only one with tricks up your sleeve, Mr Grey Suit,” you smiled, watching his eyes widen as he took you in. No one had ever bested him before, but you’d managed to outsmart him today. “Clever girl,” he purred, “I enjoy our little game.” You’d 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 wasn’t 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. “Will you be dining across the street tonight?” you asked, fiddling with the top button of your shirt. He shifted in his Prada loafers, a flash of hunger in his eyes. “Potentially,” he mused, “or perhaps I might find an alternative option to satisfy my tastes.” You both knew he was lying; he was far too hooked on you to get his kicks elsewhere. “Shame,” you pouted, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. “I was going to give you a little show. Maybe next time.” 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 couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Your grey suited stalker was becoming predictable now. But, you’d 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. He’d never been teased before, and he aching cock responded to you in a way he’d 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? He’d 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 wouldn’t let him in tonight. But he’d 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. He’d have you soon, there was no doubt about that. You were a tease, but he hadn’t fully shown you what he was capable of yet.