I AM LITERALLY GOING FERAL OVER THIS OMG KEEP EM COMING PLSSSSS!!!!!

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

Ohhhhh noooooo.....😏

I feel like Huxley would add in "Among Us sus" pics with a big red circle and arrow to be "trendy and hip" even if it died out 2 years back.

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OOH NOT US BECOMING MOOTS, YES, I WILL KEEP UR GOOFY ASS POSTED AND HOPEFULLY BEFRIEND YOU IF THAT'S OK

The Salesman

hi this is the same anon who sent that post earlier about being frustrated with the reader in a lot of salesman fics. i saw someone already replied in the comments asking for a male reader, but if you would be willing to do one for a femdom reader that would be amazing! i don’t really have a preference for kinks, whatever you feel like would happen is good!

as always i hope you have a good day!

- anon (:

Super sorry for just answering! I've been so busy with school. Ok! Yes! This is now a project in progress! Pegging the salesman!!!!

YALL---

life update: my eyesight is getting worse

Hey! So this is fucking incredible!

bratty sub!rex x soft dom!mark? might be weird, sorry if u don't wanna do it😭

NOOOO it’s not weird. Thanks for the idea anon lmk what you think >.< Hope you enjoy!!

Mark is pushing him against the wall, hands at his chest as he breathes heavily in front of him. “What the hell was that, man?!” He’s seething, anger seeping from his words.

“Whatever,” Rex is responding, dismissive. But he’s also holding his breath, watching the way Mark is licking his lips, feeling the way he’s holding him against the wall.

Mark is clenching his jaw, eyes squinting at the man in front of him. How can he be so calm? “You almost put us in jeopardy,” one of Mark’s fingers poke Rex in the chest, “if I hadn’t been there, someone would’ve gotten hurt!”

“Well, it’s a good thing you were there,” Rex is muttering, suddenly feeling some heat in his chest rise. He doesn’t know if he’s angry at Mark badgering him, or if he’s just trying hard not to think about how close his lips were.

How easy it would be to capture them in a kiss.

Would he kiss him back? Rex is musing to himself, when he feels Mark’s hand move down to his hip, still keeping him flush against the wall. Rex is looking up at Mark, a bit confused when he sees the dark look in his eyes, until he realises that:

a) he’d just been staring at his lips

b) he had a hard on this entire time

Mark is scoffing, but the his pupils are blown out. “What, don’t tell me you fucking get off on this?” His words are meant to be scathing, but there’s a rasp in his voice that wasn’t there before.

Rex feels his cock throb.

Mark is watching him, experimentally moving his hand from his hip down to abdomen, just below his bellybutton, feeling his abs tense underneath his touch.

Rex is panting, suddenly not so annoyed at Mark’s lecture, and he can feel Mark’s fingers splayed out on his stomach, so close to where he needs him, that he doesn’t even think before whimpering a, “Please.”

And then Mark is kissing him.

It’s different to kissing a girl. Mark’s lips are soft, but his grip stronger, and it’s not slow, or sensual. It’s fast, it’s hard, it’s rough. They’re ripping each other’s suits off, wasting no time before exploring each other, hands grabbing and gripping and squeezing.

“Fuck, Mark. You kiss good.” Rex is teasing him, still panting from the best make-out he’s had in a while.

“I fuck better.” Is all he gets as a response, gasping when Mark is pushing him down into the bed. Mark finds his place behind him, having Rex sit in between his thighs, pinching his nipples as he bites and sucks at his neck.

His fingers move down to grasp at Rex’s dick, chuckling lowly into his ear when he feels it jump against his touch. Rex is whimpering, too sensitive, and Mark’s grip is almost too much.

The raven haired man behind him is spitting on his hand, grabbing his cock again as he pumps him, thumbing at his tip before moving his hand up and down his cock again. “F-fuck, Mark, wait-”

“Nuh-uh,” Mark is tutting, “you wanted to be a brat right?” he’s tugging at Rex’s dick harshly, like he almost wanted him to feel a bit of pain with the pleasure, and Rex is feeling all of it.

“So fucking take it.” That’s all the redhead needs to hear as he’s arching his back against Mark’s chest, ropes of come spilling readily from him. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Is the mantra leaving Rex’s mouth, his hips bucking into Marks touch. It’s too much, it’s not enough, it’s perfect.

“Look at what a mess you made.” Mark is tutting, smearing Rex’s cum all over his abdomen, fingers coming up to suck it off, and Rex can feel Mark’s hardened length against his back.

Rex is turning around, leaning in between Mark’s thick thighs, and although Mark looks painfully hard, and his cock is moving just from Rex’s heated look, he’s muttering a, “Oh, you don’t have to-” before Rex interrupts him.

“Please. Fuck, Mark, just let me suck you off?”

He’s asking so nicely, and he sounds so strained, like he needs it, so Mark is groaning, nodding as he watches Rex part his mouth and envelope his cock into his warmth.

“Fuck, just like that.” Rex had never sucked a dick before. It was more difficult than he anticipated, and Mark was big, making it even more challenging.

He took what he could in his mouth, using his hand to attend to the rest. He’s looking up at Mark, and god, the sight was beautiful. Brown eyes staring down at him, eyebrows scrunched as he groaned lowly.

Rex would get on his knees every day if it meant Mark would look at him like that. He felt himself getting hard again, simply from the dizzying look from the man above him.

It was depraved.

“Come for me,” He’s whispering against his length, vibrations going straight down Marks core. And then he is.

And when Mark sees Rex open his mouth and loll out his tongue, come all swallowed, he’s drawing out his voice, uttering a, “Good boy.”

A quick post! Just some songs that I associate with Gavin Reed.... use it however you want fanfic writers ;)

AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH----

James Sunderland... I KNOW hes a sad wet puppy but like.. I need that blonde man to gently dom me and praise me and encourage me hhhhhhh

don't do this to me rn 😩😩 the softest soft dom to ever soft dom

i just know he says things like "there we go." "so good for me." "just like that, sweetheart." "feeling good, baby?" but even when you try to brat him at the hopes of getting him to be a little rougher, the only thing he does is quirk a brow with a soft tilt of his head and it has you crumbling back down to him. he def laughs and kisses your cheek when you pout and deflate into his arms because he brought you back to him again. just like he always does <3

when he overstims you and you start whining that it's too much and you cant come again, he goes "yes, you can, baby." "please baby, do it for me" and he says it all whiny and begging as he continues to make you feel good. KISSES. SO MANY KISSES. he cant and wont stop kissing you and your pretty body while he makes you come over and over again.

taking all of his cock inside you for the first time and he's holding your hips so gently as he coos at you with stuff like "easy, honey, let me do it." "taking all of me so well, baby." and his voice is so fucking nice to listen to; all reassuring, loving, and trusting. when you ride him for the first time, his hands stay on your thighs as he lets you take him at your pace. mainly because he loves watching how your face scrunches in pleasure as his cock hits your sweet spots and fills your pretty hole. "gonna take all of me? yeah?"

im gonna stop here before i turn this into a 12 page essay

Getting spitroasted by Rex and Mark would cure me of all my ailments.

Rex Splode + Me + Invincible = Eiffel Tower! 🥳

I need more metaphorical fanfics like ong this got my English literature nerd ass squealing with joy. You convey James' guilt and desire for human connection and euphoria so beautifully like I swearrrr I could annotate this bitch!

bliss

pairing: james sunderland x maria

cws/tags: p in v, oral, dubcon? (james is not into it), excessive metaphors

summary: if james and maria fucked or something??

a/n: idk even know how to describe this bc it's silent hill? like what is really happening here is subjective tbh

wc: 1k

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Despite being held captive by Maria’s heat, James is thinking of Mary the entire time. She’s hot on the surface, warm on the inside, cold in her organs, freezing in her bones, and empty of a soul. Her pink acrylics are like fire when she digs them into his skin. She can’t keep him forever, but he’ll be covered in scratch marks for days. 

Beauty is pain, pain is beauty, or however the old saying goes. 

Maria looks more like Mary when she’s naked. When the choker is off. It looks like a dog collar, he once told her. And how appropriate it is for someone who sat pretty on the side of his bed and begged for this – for scraps. That’s what this is. The leftovers of love that no one else will have – like rotten fruit, it was once good. All of this is bitter, but everyone needs to eat something, at least once in a while, right? It’s not a feast, but it’ll do.

Maria isn’t the kind of dog that barks, she whimpers, and it tugs at his heartstrings until they snap and his willpower unravels. She sheds leopard print like snakeskin, hues of violet, magenta, cranberry, fall to the floor all at once. 

Her skin is soft, breasts perky, pink-nippled, the kind you see in magazines. James plays with them like he does keys on a piano – not well-practiced, yet eliciting sound nonetheless. She’s quiet now – a rarity – likely because Laura is down the hall, asleep, unaware, as she should be. More often than not, she is loud. Her heels click-clack down the hallway towards his bedroom like a warning siren, coming closer, speeding up with every step like his heartbeat.

Even with her shoes on, Maria doesn’t reach James in stature. Neither did Mary, but she never tried to, never needed to — she was above him in every other way. She was ephemeral. Quiet and angelic in ballet flats, she could slip into bed without waking him up. Realistically, she took up a third of this bed at most, maybe a quarter at her sickest, but with her absence the entirety of it feels empty, hollow, like the stuffing’s been removed from the mattress too, though two people lay upon it. 

His name floats from Maria’s lips to his ear, breathless, asking for more than he can give. He wonders if this is what Mary sounded like when they did this sort of thing all those years ago. James remembers her voice, her singing in the passenger seat to the mixtape he made for their first Valentine’s Day together, her yelling at him in the hospital. But he doesn’t remember her moaning, not like this, not on the edge of bliss. Those weren’t the memories he held onto the tightest. 

Not with the same grip that he has on Maria’s hips, maintaining the most control he can while she’s the one on top. Not with the same grip Maria’s cunt has around his dick. She’s squeezing the life out of him, but it feels good, undeniably. Unfairly. Penance is a woman. 

She’s so wet he slipped right in, so wet he slipped up and told her, “goddamn, you’re wet”, caught by surprise because what had he done? His mouth hasn’t touched either pair of lips, and he plans to keep it that way. 

When she gets up, removing the warmth that surrounded him, he groans in frustration. It’s a noise that must be familiar to her. His immense vexation is the only thing larger than her infatuation with him. 

James looks down – something he’s avoided doing until now – and sees her crawling downwards, pressing kisses down his stomach. 

“What are you doing?” he says with zero amusement.

Staining him with dark red lipstick. Like wine or blood. Like before and after.

“Has no one ever done this to you?” she asks, and she takes hold of his cock, making him take in a sharp breath before he answers.

It’s like a stab right through the chest, knocking the wind out of him with the force of something unspoken.  

“No, I– I mean, yes, I’ve had this done to me before. I’m asking you why you’re doing this.”

“Why not? You won’t even have to look at me, I can be under the covers, and you won’t have to hear me talking. You can even pretend I’m someone–”

“Shut up,” he says with a force he’d forgotten he could muster as he shoves his cock down her throat. 

He could pretend it’s someone else – the same way he’s been pretending Maria is Mary for the past 30 minutes or so, but he’d never hurt Mary. He hated hearing the sound of her gagging. He always kept her from going too far. Who is it if not Mary? 

It doesn’t matter who I am. 

Could she be his psychiatrist who’s 60 years old and annoys him to the point that it makes him miss Maria? The woman at the dry cleaners or the cashier at the grocery store? Maybe he needs to get back into watching porn. His mind runs faster than his feet ever have to get to the answer. There is only disappointment at the end of that road, only white sheets covering the another illusion.                       

It's Maria's mouth that sputters, her throat that chokes around his cock even though it's not that big.

When she first caught a glimpse of it, she gave him that classic bullshit line, telling him how big it is, and he rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, well, it’s not small.”

“Just be normal, or as normal as you can be. I don’t want whatever this weird porn thing is that you’re doing.”

It makes it all seem fake. 

See, I’m real. 

Maybe, but not like Mary. 

Then again, maybe it's better if this is all fake so James and Maria are just marionette dolls in someone else’s fantasy, caught in a videotape. 

Maria doesn't need to be Mary, James doesn't need to be James. Instead, he pretends they’re both other people. She’s a nurse, he’s the doctor, she’s a mother, he’s the father.

James looks into her eyes when he’s on top of her, searching for something he’ll never find, until he gives up and flips her over and fucks her flat into the mattress. 

Maria is quiet only because she screams into the pillow. 

James is quiet because that’s how all tapes end. 

A click, static, then silence.