This Game Is Such Bullshit. I Should Be The One Choking James.

The titty grab😭🫶🏻Somewhere in an alternate universe they're happy and healthy in their special place and OMG I'M LITERALLY NEW TO THE FANDOM AND AM SOBBING OVER THESE TWO💔

Mr. and Mrs. Sunderland 😌😏

To breed or to peg? That is the question.

jk (unless he wants me to)

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.

WHY IS BRO POUTING?????

I NEED TO SQUEEZE HIS LITTLE CHEEKS

Chill Saturday Night

Webtoon Hyuk x F!Top!Reader

18+ MDNI

A/N: Just a comeback dedicated to all of my Hyuk simps. You and Hyuk are all alone at his apartment on a calm Saturday night and get a little frisky. @tapwater-made-everyone-gay THIS IS FOR YOU! <3

⚠️Tags/Warnings: Female genitals mentioned, Fluffy smut, protected sex, female condom use, dental dam, finger cotts, fingering, cunnilingus, P in V, Riding, praise kink (Hyuk praises you, you praise him), Hyuk goes from dominant to submissive, male whimpering, male moaning, begging, female nipple play, foreplay, water-based lubricant mentioned, worshipping, namecalling (Hyuk calls you his Goddess), female orgasm, male orgasm, I suppose gental femdom can be used?

It is currently April 2nd, 1:22 AM. It's somewhat chilly outside, with pitter patters scattering along the window pane as the rain drops slammed against it.

You lay there, scrolling away on your phone. The sound of Hyuk typing fills the room. Eun is sleeping at a friend's house, so it was just you and Hyuk, and you took the opportunity to tease him.

He is typing aggressively, seems like he's either gaming hard or trolling a 12 year old screacher. Until you pull him into a back hug. He jumps at the feeling but nonetheless, he smiles.

"Hey, chill. I kissed you once and now you're all on me?" He teases.

You ignore him, leaning in closer as you respond: "Can you blame me though?"

He grins and gets back to typing. Unsatisfied with his reaction, you let out an exaggerated sigh in hopes of getting his attention. But Hyuk continues typing, veinly hiding his amusement.

Your hands began to wonder along his shoulders. Grazing his jawline, his collarbone, before brushing against his chest. He tries to hide it, but you can tell he's blushing.

So you escalate things further.

"I just want to hear from Hyuk... he's been so distant lately. Really makes me wonder..." You move in closer... "If he's really okay?" You whisper in his ear.

At this point he pauses, and logs off his game. He turns to face you, flustered before replying, "Look, don't worry about me. I'm fine, I've just been tired lately." You give him a doubtful face.

"Tired doesn't mean ignoring Eun and I."

He shakes his head and begins to explain himself. "Alright, alright... I'm sorry. It's just that... hm. Recently I started withdrawling. I guess it's doubts or whatever."

You massage his scalp, causing him to let out a soft whimper as you pry, "Doubts about what exactly?"

He leans back into you, pushing his head into your fingers and responds: "I'm not sure how to say it... but I feel like you could do better. Better than me, I mean."

He mumbled, his eyes looking far, far away from your direction. You frowned hearing that, and asked, "Why, Hyuk?" He sighed and continues, "Pretty obvious, isn't it? Someone as great as you ending up with someone like me. I don't have a lot of money, I'm hopping from job to job, I'm barely making the deadline for rent, and bowls of rice are basically our staple meal. Plus, I'm not that good looking. All I really do is play video games and piss a bunch of nobodies in a server. I'm not the most romantic guy, and for someone like you to be with me, I.... just think you can do better."

You continue to massage his scalp as you carefully think of your next response, "Okay, first off, your economic situation doesn't define you. At least, not in a bad way. It goes to show that you are a hardworker and that you do everything you can to provide for the people you care for. Your hobbies are simply.... hobbies. It's a good thing. And sure, you're not the rom-com romantic type, but you're romantic in your own way. You invite me out to convenience store runs and late night walks, you want to be close to me whenever we watch a movie, you do little tasks for me.... or "side quests" as you call it... you're very romantic. Even if it's not in the traditional way."

It's true. Hyuk was passing his classes by day and working through the night. During weekends, he worked, and he managed the house. Yet he still made time for you and Eun. Poor guy needed a break.

Hyuk looks up at you, now smiling and says, "Thanks. Sorry for being so depress--" you hushed his last word with a gentle kiss. As you pull your lips away, he huffs and remarks awkwardly, "Uh... that was cool... so um.... yeah..."

There was a long pause, before Hyuk decides to just go for it and kisses you deeply. He tries to act dominant, and he eventually gets a little rougher, making him pushes against you and pulls away for air only to kiss you again. As he gets more confident, he gently bites your neck, making those little hair rise and wave. He mutters, "Can I.... take your shirt off?"

You nod, allowing Hyuk to gently lift up your shirt. The soft cloth grazing against your skin before it was tossed onto the floor. He leaves a trail of nipping pecks along your neck before working his way to your breasts. Hyuk's tongue flicks against your nipple and sends a sharp, pleasureful pain courses through your body when his teeth gently clasped the bud. It ripples and a warm wave of arousal travels to your core. You moan, and he laughs with the words escaping his lips, "Look at you... so sensitive. All I did was a little bite!" Hyuk then smiles and kisses your lips while he slides his hand down your shorts.

When he rubs your clitoris with firm pressure, you squirm in his lap and grind against the bulge in his pants. He lets out a shakey breath, the blood rushing to his face with a pink tint. He tries to maintain his cool persona and says in a low tone, "Good girl. Keep grinding against me." He then nuzzles your neck in an attempt to hide his embarassment. Despite being the dominant one right now, Hyuk was still a shy guy when it came to these things.

But he'd be lying if he said he didn't enjoy it.

He massages your clitoris in firm circles before he pauses, landing a few hard taps against it. The taps cause you to quiver from the impact. It was a teasing pain that melted into pleasure, resulting in a moan to slip out of your mouth when the bud began to throb. Hyuk slides off your shorts and lets them fall onto the floor. Now you were completely bare, and Hyuk couldn't stop himself from staring before he started to take off his clothes. He places his hand on your hip and commands you to get on the bed.

When you get on the bed, he rises from his chair only to let out a loud crack from his back. You two look at each other and laugh.

"Was that your back?!" You cackled.

Hyuk laughs and says "Dude, I've been in this seat for 4 hours! Leave me alone!"

You both laugh some more when Hyuk presses his hands against the mattress and says to you, "So, what position do you want?" He goes to slip a finger into you, checking to see if you were wet enough.

He then goes under his bed and takes out a tube of water based lubricant. As he applies it onto you, you answer, "I want to be on top." He pauses, and looked a little surprised. Usually, the man is on top. But then again, being on top doesn't automatically mean dominant, right? Based on Hyuk's understanding, all you can do is be on top, but he's still in charge...

...Right?

Hyuk settles between the cushions while you gingerly slip the thickrubber ring inside of you. He grabs your hip, feeling the warm, soft skin as he whispers, "Here, let me help."

He examines the condom, checking for any tears and looks at the packaging. It didn't expire until the following year. He then grabs more lubricant and gently takes out the condom. Hyuk applies lubricant on the outside of the rubbed and the inside before slipping the thick ring back inside. You two fiddled with it before it reached your cervix. He then presses the thinner ring against your clitoris, and now you were both anticipating what was about to happen.

You make your way, sinking down his shaft with a soft, thick squish. Hyuk tenses up and lets out a panicky moan, his nails dig into your hip and he says, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, w-wait! Give me a minute!" He takes a few deep breaths and looks up at you with a look of worry. Your hand runs through his fluffy, spiked hair and you ask, "What? What's wrong?"

He hesitantly responds, "I...I was just about to cum. I made you stop since I didn't want to blow too quickly..."

The response made you stunned for a minute, before you two laughed again. Hyuk steadies his breath, before giving you the signal to continue. You finally glide down with ease, enveloping him in your soft walls. The heat making him tense up, only to relax once again. Poor boy was trying so hard to take control, to hold back his orgasm. But little did he know, you already had him right where you wanted him.

He wasn't used to sex. Especially being the passenger instead of the driver. You figured you'd take him for a test drive. Besides, what's a chill Saturday night without a little late-night ride?

You rock your hips against his shaft, feeling the veins throb inside of you. Hyuk bellows out a loud moan, cupping his mouth to be quiet. You hold back one yourself and mutter, "Careful, Hyuk. These walls are thin." He furrows his brows and quietly nods. He doesn't want the neighbors to hear what he's doing, but you felt far too good to be silent. Your hands intertwine while you ride him and slowly but surely, Hyuk lets your push his hands to the bed frame. Your hands loss their grip on his, and began to clasp his wrists.

Pinned to the bed and below you, Hyuk's calm and collected persona cracks. With every rock, and every moan escaping your lips, Hyuk became much more compliant, less complacent than usual.

He whimpers, and fails to meet your gaze. He mutters, "Why....why do you feel so good? Please... don't stop..."

You were loving this. Seeing Hyuk finally take a break and just letting you lead. He always felt the need to be the leader, always guiding you and Eun, always taking charge at work, for once, he was getting a break. He pants and his eyelids fall, just open enough to meet your eyes. He averts his gaze, but you, feeling bold, grab his chin and commanded him to look at you.

"Hyuk. Keep your eyes on me."

He was stunned. You never said anything so assertively. Regardless of how assertive or passive you were in your every day life or bedroom, it was nothing compared to the tone you gave him when you made him watch as you bounce onto him. The mattress squeaks with every hard landing and the hot, slick ridges grinding against his cock cause him to break. He clenches his fists and helplessly feels his wrists going numb from your grasp as he rambles, "Goddess... you're.... my goddess... keep....doing that."

High off your ego, you get the audacity to say, "Keep doing...what exactly?" You knew damn well what he meant, you just wanted to embarass him more.

Hyuk was hesitant with his response, "Keep... y'know... doing that..." You get closer to him, no longer riding. He whines, getting ready to complain before you beat him to it and tell him, "What is 'that?' What do you want me to keep doing?"

Hyuk didn't want to say it. He wanted this, but his pride wouldn't let him say it. But if he didn't say it, you wouldn't continue. Not wanting you to stop, he begs you, "Please, please goddess, don't stop... keep... fucking me like this. Please. I'll do anything for you, goddess, anything."

That was unexpected, but you rock your hips in approval, and move again. Hyuk whimpers and babbles out the words, "Thank you, thank you, goddess. Thank you so much." You let out a breathy moan, appeased by his worshipping. It wasn't long before Hyuk's breathing became unsteady and he asks, "Goddess? May I please cum? Please? I'll make sure you do, too. I promise. Please?"

You whisper to him, "Yes, baby. You may."

You let go of his wrists, allowing him to clutch your hips and press you down when his hips bucked and he cries out with ecstasy. Even through the thin rubber, you could feel him spasm and coat the material with his cum. He strokes himself a few times, his chest heaving while he carefully pulls out. He eases the rubber out and ties it up before discarding it.

After doing so, he takes out a dental dam, and two finger cotts. You watch curiously as he applies the cotts with lubricant and places the thin rubber sheet against your clitoris, leaving just enough room to use his fingers. He looks up at you shyly and says, "I told you I'll make sure you get yours. If... you want me to, that is."

You lean against the cushions, the plush fabric depressed from Hyuk's previous leaning. You part your thighs for him and he hooks his arms beneath your legs, caressing the warm skin as he licks your folds. He feels its smooth and wrinkled patterns with his soft, wet tongue gliding against them. He lets a drop of saliva slowly fall onto your clit, before flicking his tongue, and finally flattening against you.

You throw your head back and let out a cry of pleasure when he slips his fingers in, massaging your G-spot while he sucks your bud, moaning into your pussy. The moans sent sensual vibrations through your most sensitive spot, causing the pit in your stomach to deepen. Your breath hitches and you tug at his hair. You pant out the words, "Good boy, you're so good, Hyuk. So good."

The words caused him to moan louder and make his fingers fluttering inside of you. Curling right into your sweet spot and suck away with haste. You grind against his tongue and shut your eyes, completely lost in the pleasure. You could feel yourself building up to that point of no return. You steady your breathing, trying to prolong the pleasure. But Hyuk's words made you even closer. The boy laps you up and pleads, "Please, cum for me, goddess. Cum on my fingers, please, yes..."

Finally, it was your turn. Your chest heaves until you go over the edge with a warm wave of pleasure washing over you. Your nipples harden from the impact and you could hear yourself squelch against his fingers while Hyuk frantically began to place a blanket over your area. You look down, curious as to what got him so frantic.

Much to your surprise (and either horror or delight, depending on you), a fountain gushed out of you, and the blanket was soaked. You breathlessly look at Hyuk, who was speechless for a moment before scratching the back of his head and saying, "Whoa! New achievement unlocked; I made my girlfriend squirt!"

You laughed away whatever anxiety or embarassment was there, and kiss him, praising him for his work. He puts the blanket in the hamper, and discarded the cotts and dental dam. Hyuk tiredly holds onto you and asks softly, "So... I guess I was a good boy tonight?"

You nod, kissing him with the words tucked into his neck,

"Yes, Hyuk. You were a very good boy tonight."

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.

So Idk if it's the fandom or what, but I have explicitly stated for minors not to interact with me or my posts. So far I have gotten 2 minors interacting, and both of which were in the YFM community. It kinda surprised me since I figured the Tumblr side of YFM would be around my age range. I'm 18. I wanna put that out there. I am 18 years old.

I do not say "Minors DNI" to be a dick, it's to keep everyone safe. It is technically illegal for a minor user to sexually interact or engage in adult entertainment, especially when an adult is involved. This includes fanfiction. I cannot stop anyone from reading my stuff since it is public. But I want to be able to openly express my sexuality through writing without minors interacting. If you are a minor, there is no shame in your sexuality, but there you are not welcome here. You are legally and morally not welcome here by me. Do not interact. Putting this in pinned.

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?

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, male genitals mentioned for reader, daddy kink

"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!

While I'm doing that Salesman request, how about some Submissive James Sunderland headcanons to hold you over? (I desperately wanna finish this game but I have no time and am too much of a pussy)

Sub!James Sunderland Headcanons:

Minors, do not interact...18+

Never bratty, like at all. He might say something that is unintentionally bratty. But correct him, and he'll be a lot more mindful of what he says to you.

Loves serving you in any way possible. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, massaging you, pleasuring you, any way and every way.

Still, don't yell at him or degrade him. He's pretty sensitive, especially after Mary's verbal abuse. That, and he's also lowkey insecure himself. He hasn't had sex in a long time, and when he did, it was very vanilla. He knows he isn't exactly young, and he's even more insecure about taking supplements to get it up.

He likes being spanked, but only with soft impact, and don't ever slap him, choke him, or spit on him.

Lives for your praise. He has a very big praise kink and will do anything to hear you say those two special words. His dick gets hard just from hearing you call him a good boy. He'll put away grocceries and do the dishes, only to glance at you from the side. Breath clutched before releasing a euphoric huff when you praised him.

I've mentioned this before (and that post inspired this one) but he's got a mommy/daddy kink.

It's not to the extent of ageplay, but it's to the extent where he loves calling you mommy or daddy (depending on you) and relying on your judgement to make some (trivial) choices for him. For example, he might ask you to pick out his clothes for the day or ask you what he should eat.

"Mommy, what should I wear to go to work," "Daddy, what should I eat for lunch? Do you want some?" Things like that. (I'm researching gender neutral terminology for this right now, so please bear with me)

He has a thing for being quiet, but full-on gagging makes him panic, so he opts for sucking on your fingers, breasts, or whatever you have to offer him, depending on your body.

Extremely needy as a sub. He wants to be near you at all times, he wants your attention, he craves your praise, and sometimes your voice alone gets him off. Premature ejaculation is a curse (or a blessing in disguise...?) For him. Sometimes when you praise him, he loses all sense of control and cums on himself involuntarily without a single touch from you.

But you've trained him a little with some edging and orgasm denial, and now it's almost impossible for him to cum unless you give him explicit permission to. If you get a call from him late at night, just know he's whimpering and pathetically begging you to let him cum. And yes, he always thanks you profusely after cumming.

He doesn't verbally whine or complain if you deny him, but he whimpers. A lot. He whimpers like a puppy that had his paw stepped on. He'll cry a little, too. He's a soft masochist; he only wants soft punishments and soft belittlements. Instead of degrading, he wants to be talked to like a pet, sweet and a little condescending at times with a stroke of his hair. Instead of spitting and slapping, he wants kisses and excruciatingly pleasureful denial.

With that said, he's a dacryphilliac to a degree. He doesn't want to sob, but he doesn't mind shedding a tear or two; especially if you express satisfaction for it.

He's interested in light pet play. Padded collars and leashes, and could either bark for you or meow, depending on what you want. He's fine with either or some other pet except pony or pig.

He's shy about it, but he's very curious about prostate play. The first time he tried a prostate massager, you were watching him as he twitched, whimpered, moaned, and grinded against the soft mattress, hoping to angle the toy deeper all while he looked at you with a pout of embarassment and arousal. You could see his gaze, craving your approval and praise, as always. He fantasizes about you buying a remote-controlled one for him.

He started dipping his toe in the sissification pool. James doesn't like the extreme end of the spectrum. He's still new to this, and he isn't too fond of the idea of crossdressing to his knowledge as of right now. But if you put girly clips in his hair or a feminine ribbon around his wrists, he'll like it.