OH MY GODDDDD THIS IS PEAK AS FUCK. USUALLY IN M RECIEVING ORAL FICS, ONLY THE GUY CUMS, BUT THE FACT

NSFW under the cut, MDNI

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 request🤭

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👀

Quick Petplay Headcanons with James:

18+ Petplay mentioned

He's fine with being any animal except for pony or pig.

But he does prefer to be a kitten or puppy.

He doesn't mind being a bunny if you want him to shut up and just listen to you.

As a kitten or puppy, he wants that collar on him at all times, if you're fucking him, he wants a leash so you could pull him and drag him around.

As a kitten, he's quieter, timid, affecionate, and occasionally playful in a snappy way. He might nibble your hand or swat at something you're holding. Or, actually lay on your things and tap on your hand if you try to drag it out. This is the closest you'll ever get to him being bratty. He does talk in this role, but not that much. When he does talk, it's affectionate, playful, and needy.... but his stubborn body language says otherwise.... like a cat.

He makes biscuits into your blankets.

He also has an accurate "Mrrrp?" Purring sound.

Likes playing with thread and yarn or anything that dangles.

As a puppy, he's louder.... much louder. Barking, whimpering, lapping you up, panting, etc. He's extremely needy, whiny, and pathetic. You'll be well aware of this when he roleplays as a puppy because he's a yapper. Most of his words are simple since puppies aren't known for their intelligence, they're just happy to see you and submissive in a loud way. He'll speak using one word to a sentence at most.

He fidgets his foot to simulate him wagging his tail.

He likes playing with balls (including yours, if you have them)

He puts his leash in his mouth and crawls up to you, looking all giddy.

As a bunny, he is absolutely silent. The only sound he'll ever make is him snacking on a carrot in tiny nibbles.

Depending on the size, it can take him 5 minutes to 5 hours for him to take a single carrot (this may or may not be a euphemism for something else that may or may not apply to you depending on you)

Very good at hopping and riding, do what you will with that.

He is absolutely nonverbal in this role, but he is the most sexually active, too. (Y'know what they say about bunnies.)

When you fuck him, sometimes he'll make noises corresponding to what he's roleplaying as. So he'll bark, or meow, or pathetically have a carrot in his mouth.

Regardless of what animal he's playing as, he wants to be manhandled. Grab him by his leash, kiss him, tell him he's been a very good boy, and pound into him when you peg him or use what you have.

Considering bunnies mating tendencies, he does want to be the receiver of a pounding in the mating press position specifically.

Specifically, as a puppy, he'll start asking for your approval and farm for praise when he's getting railed, manhandled, spanked, etc.

By The Ring

Rex Sloan x G/N Reader

18+ Minors begone! I have been rotting away for far too long and need to come back. So have my first angsty smut ever.

Summary: Rex always thought you and him were together, but to you, you guys were just a couple. Despite how awful of a partner you were, Rex always has the doubt in his mind that you do care, and you are his.

Warnings/Tags: Cheating from Rex's end, penetration but reader's genitals are kept vague. The reader is genuinely a p.o.s. reader is using Rex for sex, actively objectifies him, and doesn't care about anything else, and this isn't meant to romanticize objectification at all. I'm just practicing a new way of writing. Sex is dry af, dead bedroom, lots of angst, plastic love, literary devices cuz I'm a nerd💀, shattered relationship, hurt but no comfort yall, I'm sorry, it's 12:20 AM and I had a thought😭

You laid there bare while he slipped his way in. Your body is as hot as his charged molecules, but your moans are as loud as a dying kindle. His rough palm clutching your jaw to pepper kisses while you half-heartedly whimper. Moaning was a courtesy, not a requirement. Neither was cumming.

Moaning, begging, sucking, cumming.... it was never a requirement or a need... just formalities.

You knew from the start what kind of person Rex Sloan....or Splode.... was. A firecracker made in an assembly line designed to fizzle, flicker, explode, wow, and then tarnish to leave behind its tattered pieces. Its smell embedded into the ground and your clothes that stank of gunpowder. If there was one thing you loved about Rex.... it was his big personality. He was an ass, but he was always entertaining even in the more distasteful circumstances. He was the definition of fun and adventure.

Sometimes all you ever want is a little fun.

But too much of one's sweet indulgences will always leave a bitter taste in their mouths. Rex was a firework you loved to watch explode, fizzle, and flash vibrantly with all of his true colors. But what happens when the fireworks are too loud? What happens when the fireworks are too bold? What happens when the fireworks burst too close to your home? What happens when the fireworks are simply.... too much?

You dispose of them. Tuck them away into a closet until you get board and long to see their violent bursts again.

Rex was a skeleton in your closet. You didn't bring him up to family or friends--not because you were ashamed, moreso you didn't find it necessary. He was just a firework to watch until he fizzled away from your mind. His ambers always remained in your gyri for his body, for his face, and occassionally his personality.

But sometimes, you really wished he'd just stay in his place.

He thrusts faster into you, pounding, needy, desperate and depraved. What once felt so thrilling, so desirable, so irresistible, has become so.... so.... monotonous. It wasn't the sex that ruined things, it was him.

Assembly lines have changed the world forever. People gained jobs, capitalistic societies thrived, and consumers ate up every new appliance and car and cosmetic that released. But assembly lines were exploitative, coldly formatted to prioritize profit over people, and greedy.

Rex gained respect, Rex thrived in action-packed environments, Rex ate up every ounce of attention, and Rex.... was just a faulty firecracker designed to maximize your gratification until you decide to recall because he oversupplied, and you wanted more of him in ways that did not correspond to his ideas. Rex changed your world forever.

You couldn't care less about his job, his life, or his friends, not when he was inside of you. But now, that wasn't even enough because of course it wasn't. Rex could work in his place in line, tending to your conveyor belt for hours upon hours in a day, and you'll only ever pay him with half-hearted honeyed affirmations and the occassional peck on the cheek. Yet you'll still command more from him. You were as affectionate as Tyson Foods, or Apple, or Google, or Amazon, or whatever big wig corporation had a CEO with a warm smile and a cold way of life.

There was better than Rex. There always was and always will be.

If you desired, you could get a replacement by next evening.

Rex massaged your spot, whimpering and muttering: "Why.... why are you so quiet, baby? Is it not good enough?"

He sounded.... different from his usual cocky demeanor... scared. It was as though the entirety of his worth as a person, as a man, as Rex Splode, as Rex Sloan... rested between his thighs.

....

The fear that filled his body fueled his fiery passion further as he hoisted you up and pounded. This time, you moaned. An authentic, genuine moan that filled the room and gave Rex the validation he needed to gain that sense of machismo. The kind of masculinity that was as secure as the neglected mechanical cogs on a calculated conveyor belt. Rex was monotonous and loud, but by god did he have a use.

He slides out before slapping himself back in with a clap of flesh while he whispered....

"My baby.... my baby..." He huffs between steamy kisses and loud claps. His words synchronized with the sounds of his thrusts as he continued.... "You're my baby, say it to me...."

You bite your lip, not from pleasure--no, no, no, that candle put itself out long ago--but rather resistance, rebellion, apathy, reluctance, everything that Rex would define as "shitty." But you humored him, striking the match to light his fuse as you pant out, "I'm your baby, Rex. I'm your baby."

Rex was a firecracker you always set off when you wanted a show and you always made sure to set him off into a lake when he was too much. To bet on losing dogs is the very definition of insanity. But Rex places his stamp down and pays the price every time. He knows. He knows that what he's doing is wrong, seeing Kate behind your back, talking to Eve, touching other people, only to bury himself deep into you. He didn't deserve you. He knew that. But he loved you so, so much. You were perfect, affectionate enough to keep him coming, but distant enough that he could never worry about genuinely losing a bet. That was until he heard you laugh with him, not at him, or when you were so forgiving, and loving.... where did you go? You don't even look him in the eyes during sex.

But that night.... you did.

And it gave Rex the foreign feeling of butterfly houses populating with heat insulated.... he couldn't help but hiss at you through clenched teeth, "I wanna feel it.... you looking in my eyes when I come..."

To bet on losing dogs is the very definition of insanity. Deep beneath the depths of his hearth through the cracked stonework and sooted walls of his personhood, lied the burned letter he always sought to ignore.

You don't love him. He can tell by the way you always gaze at his body and dismiss his words, how you craved him for his looks and not his jokes, and how even after you drained him, you still commanded more. You never asked how he was doing, you just always focused on "making him feel better." Except he never did. But he loves you so.... for whatever reason, he does.

He loves you so much that he'll cry to himself over his infidelity even though you couldn't care less if he left you today. He hates himself for it but christ, he needs someone that's you but.... isn't like you. He stopped going after Rae, Kate, and Eve. He started seeking people who looked as close to you as possible. Some nights, he'd even pay a prostitute extra to let him call them by your name, or to dye their hair like yours, and so on. Or when he watches porn.... he always tries to find one where the bodies, the actors, and the sounds were as close to you as possible because he knows it will never truly happen. For once, sex was something that made Rex miserable.... how can he possibly enjoy you when he has to sleep knowing that if it weren't for his anatomy, you would leave?

If he can't make you stay with his jokes, or his meals, or his fireworks from charged coins, he only had one last thing.... his body.

He loves you so much that he actively bets on his losing dog. He sees you and he knows that you are bound to fail him everytime without trying because that's exactly your problem. You don't try.

You don't even care.

He could sit there in his car and scream how he loves you, but whether he screamed in the car alone, or screamed right there in your home you still left him alone. As long as he came back to bed bare, only then would you truly acknowledge him and hold him.

Finally, Rex reached his peak and lets go, only to make sure you reached yours, too. As you cum, it wasn't a powerful crash of waves, it was a poltergeist of pleasure that throbbed throughout your body. But Rex knew this was all he could do. He knows you're bored of him now.

........

In the middle of cuddling you, Rex finally snaps bitterly:

"Why don't you ever say my name when we fuck? You don't even look at me!"

But when he said that, he looked to see you scrolling away on your phone. Inattentive, careless, and inconsiderate as always. He bets on losing dogs.

Then he decided to tell you the truth....

"I've been seeing other people. Kate, Rae, Eve, and others." He confessed whilst firmly looking at you with those green eyes lit with determination; a faulty firework ready to blow up into the lake once more.

He sat there in silence, expecting you to get angry, cry, scream, or do something indicating that you do care about him.

When he is met with silence, he instigated further.

"You tasted her. Every time you went down on me, you tasted them, 'cause I ain't washing my sins, baby!" He exclaimed with bravado, he knew everything. He knew you were just putting on a front.... you do love him, you care for him, that you were worth losing every bet, that you were worth placing every bet down like a deranged gambler, that you weren't his losing dog, that you were his, that he'll break your heart, that he'll make you cry, and then it'll all be okay. He knew---no, he knows, everything. Even if you are dry and you can't keep up, he knows it'll hurt.

But it didn't hurt like he thought it would.

After he confessed his infidelty and clutched his plastic pride, all you did was roll over and tiredly mutter to him,

"Make sure you get tested tomorrow. I don't wanna have to take antibiotics 'cause of you."

And just like that.... you set him off and briefly witnessed his burst into the lake. He gets up, agitated and shouting at you, but you have long fell asleep. Realizing he was losing on your side, he went to the bathroom and wrapped his lips around the faucet before turning it on to the highest setting.

Through gargles, choked sobs, fizzled sorrows, and longing ambers being flooded by metallic water, he coughs up remains before pulling out the diamond ring in his pocket. It wasn't flashy, it was cheap, but it was a promise. The promise to be better, the promise to stay by your side, the promise.... to bet on another losing dog.

With a somber gaze that pawned off his emerald eyes, Rex places the ring onto the sink; ready to place down yet another stamp that's long dried after so many bets. The diamond was starting to yellow. He didn't hurt like he thought it would.... he told you the truth with the hopes of having your love at last, and all you did was reduce him to a urine sample. All Rex is left with a quiet place to scream how he loves you. He knows that the promise to stay by your side is a guarantee lose, but he's become nothing but a poor gambler.

So he fizzles into the bowl of the sink, and bursts into the lake... ready to work another shift in the assembly line that was your manufactured love. He'd bet on losing dogs anyday. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Because to bet on losing dogs, to fail by your side, to be stuck in your assembly line, was to know everything.

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!🫶🏻

As someone who had a terminally ill family member, I will always cry over these two. I have never cried over a PS2 voice actor's lines until I heard Mary beg James not to go. And when she read her letter in the end? I fucking sobbed cuz

(imma explain down below so you can avoid it. TW: Sick loved one)

Everything Mary was saying, the apologizing, the self-loathing, all that, was some shit I'd hear my grandpa say when he was alive. Like, I played Silent Hill 2 (never finished it) expecting it to be a random ps2 monster game and it wound up being one of the most cathartic and weirdly comforting games at its core.

Random lore drop abt some random smut writer, but yeah. RIP Pop-pop💗

mary and james <3

THE FACT THAT I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS BEFORE AND SOMEONE HAD THE SAME THOUGHT AIGHHHHHHH----

Riding Mark’s abs

He just lies there, all pretty and pliant for you, as you rub your clothed cunt against the hard ridges of his abdomen. It’s nasty, and you love it.

The idea came about when you were lying on his shirtless chest, fingers exploring the expanse of his skin. Moving up and down, nails scraping his nipples and running all the way down to his V line as he shivers.

You feel his back arch up into your hands, fingers sprawled against his abdomen as you feel them tense, and suddenly—before your mind can catch up to the words leaving your mouth, you’re asking-

“Can I ride them?”

He’s looking up at you, pupils dilated and an expression on his face that you can just describe as devastated.

Wordlessly, he lifts you up onto his stomach, hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll disappear, and he’s dragging you against him.

And you don’t expect it to feel so good.

He’s looking at you almost reverently, eyes filled with love and lust and a thousand other emotions he can’t begin to explain. He guides you through it at first, hands never leaving your hips as they pull you forward and backward.

You don’t know what to do with your hands, trying to grab his hands at your hips, then his chest, then deciding to settle on his cock.

You reach a hand behind you, rubbing him above his sweatpants, and he’s bucking up into your hand, chasing the feeling. You reach your hand under, feel the heat coming off of him.

He reaches a hand up to cup your breasts, pinching and kneading, before grabbing your jaw and pulling your face to his. He’s kissing you like he needs you to live, like he can’t live without the taste of you in his mouth, and it’s dizzying.

Your eyes roll into the back of your head, and he’s pulling you in closer, pushing you down harder onto his abs to help you chase your release.

When you do, you’re tensing above him, legs twitching on either side of him as he carries you through the waves of pleasure, your slick coating his abdomen.

And when you come down from your high, he’s gripping your hair, pushing you down, and telling you to clean up the mess you made.

For: @inkdelicious @secretaccountlol

Gavin Reed going down on the reader on a rainy day at their apartment while he ignores a call from work because you taste too good I mean whattttt who said that?

Yall, don't give me ANY ideas......

Ohhhhh noooooo.....😏

Hello everyone! It's been a while. I'm back from my hiatus! I still gotta fill out college work and I'm still grieving and lots more but I'm here and I'm gonna be taking requests and working on the Hyuk smut reuqest. My goal is to get it done by Sunday at 11:59 PM. Thank you for your patience!