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bro u write like ai

Oh no, it's the fact that I comment like an NPC, isn't it? Or the fact that AI is learning how to write exactly like a human????

If it's cuz I sound too formal in my smut writing at times, it's cuz I took IB English Language Arts. In that 2 year course, they literally beat you over the head with symbolism and anaphora and other literary devices. AI steals from actual artists/writers regularly, so if I sound like AI, it's probably because it steals from us🥀

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WHY do they have lube at the fucking Dollar Tree?!?!?!!💀

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Eating cookies while staring at the ceiling and listening to The Weeknd after nutting at 1:43 AM.

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I think I already know what the results are gonna be, but I like to give you few people options. It's just courtesy.

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Dawg, I NEED a sequel to this....

Just helping a friend

Summary: Rex had offered to “help” you out after you broke up with Mark. So, now you’re at his door at 2am.

Pairing: Rex Splode x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MDNI🔞, Smut, oral (male receiving), PiV, cûmshot mentioned, profanity

A/N: This is my first Rex fic. We love Rex over here. He’s so cocky I love it. I also need him carnally.

Anyways, the reader is implied to be part of the guardians and has powers but it’s not specified what kind so go crazy. Also, Mark kinda sucks in this universe.

You didn’t know why the fuck you were here.

This was just so stupid.

You broke up with Mark a month ago and you were having dick withdrawals a week in.

Rex noticed when he saw you looking stressed one day and joked about “helping you”, but you just told him to piss off. Called him a man whore and to get out of your face.

He laughed and just told you that you knew where to find him.

Whatever.

Right?

Okay, then why were you here? Knocking at his door at fucking 2am? In a long tshirt with no panties on?

You couldn’t even answer when he opened the door and you really couldn’t say anything when he stood there smirking either. Hell, you wanted to slap him and run off, but who were you kidding. At this point, a dick is a dick.

“So……” He started. You could tell he wanted you to admit you needed him.

You weren’t gonna beg.

He looked half asleep, hair down which was a rare slight in itself, and loose pjs that just consisted of a shirt and shorts. The hair being down though almost made your heart skip a beat.

“So, nothing. Let me in.” You muttered, but he didn’t move.

“Nuh-uh! Tell me why you’re here baby.” He teased while he crossed his arms and leaned close to your face. You just wanted to slap him. So, so bad.

“Rex. Let me make this clear. I’m not gonna beg you, and you should be happy i’m even considering this shit. Don’t make me change my mind.”

He scoffed and stepped aside. “Fine. But don’t forget you came to me.”

You walked in his room as he closed the door and immediately took notice of all the empty soda cans, dirty clothes and posters of half naked women on his walls. And then the smell of weed hit your nose. You knew robot would freak if he saw the state of this room and almost giggled.

“Um, your room sucks.” You say dryly. You wanted to avoid jumping to the point on why you were here, but you could tell you wouldn’t be able to stall for long with how he was looking at you.

“Wanna know what else sucks?”

You almost didn’t answer. But out of curiosity…

“What.”

“That mouth in a minute.” He smiled a shit eating grin. Your heart fluttered but you ignored it.

“Die.” You spat and immediately pretended to get ready to leave but he stopped you.

“Okay, okay…I’m sorry. Dick move…wrong kind of dick move anyways.”

“Stop with the jokes Rex. Are you gonna be serious about this is or not?”

“Yeah, yeah…”

You stood by his bed and looked around once more. You wondered if it would really be worth it. You prayed it wouldn’t cause Rex to get the wrong idea too. You guys were just friends. Just friends…

“So…you probably know why i’m here…”

“For a dick appointment.” He said smiling again.

You rolled your eyes.

“This means nothing. I swear it Rex.” You pointed at him to make a point and tried to look stern, but, god, you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want him to hurry up and satisfy this itch inside you.

He didn’t say anything for a minute but just kept smiling.

“Rex!”

“I know, geez. I won’t tell anyone.”

“Well, swear it then. Or you don’t get this. I don’t care, I know you’ve been trying to fuck me since forever.” You sighed. That last part was a fib. You didn’t know that but it sure felt like it sometimes.

“I swear I won’t tell anyone. And, i know it doesn’t mean shit when we’re done.” He dramatically expressed, hand on his heart and all.

“Just sex?”

“Yup.”

“Okay….” You sighed.

Now this is the awkward part…getting to the sex.

“Soooo…”

“This was your idea, dude.” You crossed your arms and looked at the ground. Looking into his eyes were impossible now.

He shifted towards you, but you still refused to look at him. Once in front of you he put a hand on your shoulder so you could kneel in front of him and suddenly a strong hand lifted your head and you were looking into his eyes once more. They looked different oddly enough. Already clouded with lust. Who was this?

“I think we should put this pretty mouth to work first…”, he mumbled softly. His gazed shifted towards your lips as a finger slipped inside and honestly who were you not to suck it? At this point why not?

It was hard to ignore his growing bulge especially when it was right in front of your face. It was harder not to palm it through his loose pj shorts.

You started sucking his finger eagerly as you looked into his eyes. The more you rubbed his clothed cock, and the more he bit his lip and groaned.

He pulled his finger out of your mouth slowly, and you let a “pop” sound out. He didn’t take his eyes off of you while he moved to pull his shorts and boxers down simultaneously. His gazed shifted towards on you was heavy as you proceeded to yank off your shirt to reveal you bare chest to him. Really it was all of you that was bare since it was the only thing you had on. He groaned.

He stroked himself slowly to the sight. “Fuck.”

“You like what you see?” You teased cupping your breasts.

“Are you kidding me? When wouldn’t I?”

You giggle as you leaned forward to wrap a hand around him. He fits in your hand almost perfectly, nice and thick. A prominent vein runs up the side beautifully and his flushed tip is already oozing with pre.

“I hate how pretty your dick is.” You whined before licking the underside slowly. Then you licked and teased his tip a bit earning you a delicious, deep moan. Rex never responded to this but a hand held the back of your head as you started to suck gently. You wasted no time blowing him just to hear him more.

If you knew this is the only way to shut Rex up you would’ve suck him off ages ago.

You started to deep throat him over time while you rubbed in his thighs. Your jaw was starting to ache after a while and your throat was tired. He was big enough to hit the back of your throat each time.

You looked up at him a few times and each time he was looking right back at you. Face reddened, but his eyes filled with hunger and desire. He watched you intensely as you tried to give him the best head ever. He watched as spit dripped from your chin and how your pretty eyes watered.

This ordeal didn’t last long. He started to damn near face fuck you as he got closer to finishing, and you had to pull away. You felt him twitching in your mouth and after being with Mark you knew it meant he was going to finish very, very soon.

“Hey, I did not agree to swallowing cum tonight.” You blinked at him. He just groaned, most likely out of frustration, but said nothing.

You got on the bed and you both moved silently. You noted Rex’s lack of immature jokes and jabs since starting this. His new serious persona almost gave you butterflies. You’re were so used to him just cracking jokes, but now…now he’s so focused on you. All of you. The way you moved. The way each curve of your body was on you.

His bed creaks as he gets on top of you. A quick wet kiss is pressed against your neck then another on your collarbone. He kissed you like you were fragile. Big hands hold you in place on each side of your hips.

“You ready?” He asked huskily.

You felt heat rush to your face as you realized what you were about to do. His warm body caged you in and his half lidded eyes anchored down on the soft messed up sheets on his bed. He truly was eyeing you down like you were some goddess. Something divine. He made you feel seen in a way Mark never did and it was weird. You didn’t even like Rex, hell he annoyed the fuck out of you.

But something about him now…

You just nodded and wrapped your arms around him. You felt him probe against you and you mentally prepared yourself though your head still swam. You felt as he inched in slowly. A sigh left both of your lips. Fuck, you needed this.

He gave you a second to get used to him and his size. It’s been a minute. 5 weeks and 3 days to be exact. You couldn’t stop looking at him though. While the eye contact felt intense there was something about him that was different and you couldn’t pin point what. Not yet anyway.

He started moving again a minute or so later after you gave him the go ahead. His hips immediately found a good rhythm as he thrusted into you at a deep but steady pace. You were already a mess. You felt every inch of him once he bottomed out and it felt like heaven. Moans escaped your lips over and over with each slam of his hips. This was a fucking a girl would fantasize over.

You back was arching minutes in, forcing your chest to press against his. Both of you were sweaty and aching but driven by pleasure. His pants and quiet whines fill your ears, making your pussy clench around him. Swears come out and your name falls from his lips like hushed prayers. The sound of him sliding in and out of you only get slicker, wetter, as time went on. It almost wasn’t enough. You didn’t just want him in you, you wanted him in your soul. But that was something you’d take to your grave.

He suddenly pulls out of you flips you over so you were on your hands and knees now, a hand pushing on your back so your ass arched in the air. You whined as a finger teased you.

“Beg.” A quiet, deep voiced command. You bit your lip. You hated how he sounded and how bad it turned you on. How one word made your thighs tremble and your hole clench around nothing.

“Pl-please, Rex.” You whined softly, eyes flicked over his toned body. “Please, please fuck me. Take me. I need it. I need you. Rex…”

A growl. Almost animalistic.

This just couldn’t be Rex anymore.

Regardless, he’s satisfied with your begging and pushes in. It’s even better than went he went in the first time. The new angle has you open mouth moaning. You started getting too loud, breaking an unspoken rule between you two since obviously others were in the building and could hear, so he pushed your face into the pillow. And fuck, did it reck of him. A slight hint of musk, ash, weed, and axe body spray.

His hands, still on the sides of your hips, grip tighter. He was close.

This thrusts were sloppier and he was chanting your name a million times. He kept saying how good your pussy was, how he loved the way your ass moved when it met him. Other murmurs of loving this….you? You probably heard that last part wrong. Head in a pillow and all. But who cared what he said as long as he didn’t stop. You never expected him to fuck this good. Never.

Your orgasm has been creeping up on you. Slowly, like the way a predator stalks prey. And just like when it catches the pray, sudden and quick, that’s exactly how you came. You let out a muffled loud whine from the pillow to warn him and he encouraged you to “cum all over his big, fat cock”.

You weren’t going to argue.

You shook hard and clenched him harder. You body locked. You haven’t came this good and ages. Rex continued to fuck into you but more sloppily. Your body was still shaking from the aftermath when you felt him twitch inside of you. Part of you prayed he didn’t finish inside.

“Fuck, fuck—please, fuck, ahh~” He breathed.

Quickly, he pulled out of you and you felt multiple hot spurts of him meet your back and ass. It was all over you. He came with another growl followed by obscene swearing.

“Holy shit.”

You fell on the bed after all was done. You just couldn’t hold yourself up anymore.

Finally, after you both caught your breath, he wiped you down with some piece of clothing. Probably a shirt. You lifted your head from your pillow to see it was fucking yours.

Okay, the mood was killed.

“Rex-” you whined tiredly.

“What?” Rex smirked still almost hungry. “You won’t be needing it anymore tonight anyways…”

You wanted to ask what the hell that meant, but you were still catching your breath. Your heart still was beating frantically from the height of what just happened.

He finally laid down with you as you rolled on your back, still processing the fact you just fucked Rex. Because you needed dick that bad. And of top of it all, you enjoyed it like crazy.

“Soooo…am I good or what? Better than Mark? Hmm?” Rex said in his usual playful tone. He laid a hand on yours gently. You didn’t know what it meant, what it could mean now.

“Ugh, shut up.” You gave him a weak laugh, wincing a bit from soreness as you sat up a bit. He laughed back. It was warm. Full of something you couldn’t explain.

You guys sat in silence for a bit. Still naked and clammy. Rex was notably still half hard and you wondered how he wasn’t tired yet. You wondered what this meant for him, sure it was silly because he probably didn’t care, but what if he did? What if you did? There were looks he gave you that did not say “Hey, I’m just fucking you as a favor”. No. It said something deeper. Something he was probably too scared to say, and something you were definitely even more scared to hear.

The drama if you two got together. Especially, this close after breaking up with Mark. The idea of it…it genuinely almost made you sick.

But you noticed how he’d look at you sometimes. When you looked down because Mark bailed on another date, he lifted your spirits with his usual jokes and had that look in his eye when you finally laughed. Or when you got hurt to the point of ending up in the hospital. He was there, by your bed, with that look again. Something soft. Something yearning. Desire. When Mark left, he was there. Always there.

So, when he jokingly pitched the idea of “a dick appointment” to you after you broke up with Mark part of you wanted to throw up. He said it would mean nothing, no strings attached. Just a friend helping a friend. Heh, yeah..

You looked at him quietly in the dim room. And, you finally really looked at him.

He looked at you the same. The smirk was gone. His expression unreadable.

A seed was planted tonight and you were terrified of what it will bloom into.

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NSFW warning, a little headcanon rant abt James Sunderland ;)

Content warnings/Heads up: Talks of humiliation, filming, dacryphillia, size kink, overstimulation, edging, petplay, sissification briefly mentioned, humping, throat fucking.

I headcanon that James has a thing for filming/being filmed. Like dom wise, he'd wanna film his partner to watch when they're away, but sub wise he gets off on the humiliation of being filmed and fucked on camera.

I could picture him having videos of himself using toys, edging, and overstimulating himself till he's about to cry while begging his partner--who he knows is gonna watch this over and over again--to tell him how he's such a good boy, how handsome or pretty he looks, how good he is at taking toys as large as 10 inches--not even because of the "bigger is better" misconception, it's just to show off how skilled he is. The things he would do on camera just for you ranged from size play with toys, throat fucking himself enough to cry pretty little tears, edging himself, overstimulating himself till he whimpers and cries, moaning whatever dirty things you told him to say, trying different positions on himself, humping his pillow, wearing ears and a tail plug to act like whatever pet you tell him to be, maybe even a little sissification play?👀

Like, I know I'm just projecting as always, but something tells me James got that undiscovered freak side in him. Like someone praised him once at his clerk office or whatever the fuck he does and something clicked.... and it wasn't the camera....

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Just had a thought, obviously (warning) NSFW:

Pyramid Head x James oiled up in jock straps.

Credit to @eurodynamic for this gif.... I couldn't find another one, so I apologize for using your gif.

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"For Our Mary."

A crackfic by me. 18+ minors, this isn't for you.

Tags/Warnings: Pay gorn, Selfcest, James Sunderland Remake x OG James Sunderland, OG James is referred to as Choppy James and Remake James is referred to as Alternate James. Mentions of shitty PS2 graphics, mentions of OG James having a goofy ass voice, semi-meta?, mentions of Mary, OG Maria and Remake Maria cameo, handjob, blowjob, semi-bratty bottom Remake James, erm.... enemies to something? Anal, condoms used, teasing, the word twink is used, OG James has the vocabulary of a guy in 1993 so he isn't exactly "with the times" in terms of social awareness, (Yall, someone come get OG James and his fossil ass😭)

James couldn't believe his eyes when he saw who stood before him under that mysterious beam.... himself. He looked so different.... so.... choppy, smooth yet pixelated, blocky, and his legs were so long...

And the Choppy James wasn't surprised by what he knew, but more so what he saw. He knew he had a clone of himself after his world was bought out by the Bloober Gods, but he didn't expect this James to look so.... so.... tired, rough, and detailed, but they messed up in some areas. Where were his muscles? He was always built like a truck, why is this version of him so dainty looking? He even has lashes! As an extension of himself? Choppy James was disappointed. But as his own person? Choppy James found himself admiring the Alternate James for his lashes, his eyes, his prickly hairs that added a little texture to his overall appearance, his full brows, his hair that was more feathery in comparison to Choppy James's clumped strands, he had never seen anything like it. He knew about Pixel Surgery, since some people in his world started getting work done to look more "advanced" but this Alternate James was just.... naturally advanced. His body, albeit thinner, had depth. The bulge in his throat, the spikey stubble around his neck, the subtle creases, everything about him was so advanced, so unreal, so.... pretty.

Choppy James probably cared for Mary, but as he stood there gazing at Alternate James with his pixelated pupils.... he almost forgot she was gone.

Alternate James panicked, waving his wooden stick and shouting, "No... It can't be!" He flails his weapon only for it to break apart..... oh, so in his world, weapons actually wear down? Wood actually rots like in the movies? Weird. Choppy James saw this and pauses, walking up with freakishly straightened legs to the broken stick. He bent down awkwardly, making Alternate James back away only to be confused by Alternate James's statement that he made in his flat voice: "Wood rots? Huh. Weird."

"Why the fuck does he sound like a text-to-speech voice?" Was all Alternate James could think of.

Suddenly, Choppy James tucked the stick into Alternate James's arm.... his long fingers distorted and blurred as if they were melted together. Finally, after a long, awkward silence, Alternate James says: "Have.... you come here to find Mary, too?" There was a beat of silence before Choppy James responded in his flat voice: "Oh, no, no. I didn't. I already found her and moved on. I'm just here to see what the Bloober Gods have done."

Alternate James was confused.... Bloober Gods? He found Mary? He moved on? The fuck was he talking about? This cannot be him. No way in hell. He loved Mary far too much to just.... move on! He then asked, "Bloober Gods? What're talking about? And what do you mean you 'found Mary and moved on?" Once again, a long silence fell upon the two until Choppy James said: "Wait, you don't know? Ohhhh... hm... I can't tell you. That will disrupt the timeline."

Agitated, Alternate James chucked the broken stick at Choppy James and snapped, "Oh, but meeting your doppelganger won't? Stop being so cryptic! Just tell me where Mary is! What happened to her? Why did you move on? Answer me now!"

Choppy James sighed and told him: "We can meet because my story is completed, therefore I won't be affected. Your story won't be affected if I simply appear. Now if I told you the truth.... then that would ruin everything. Your story isn't complete. Did you even run into Pyramid Head?"

Alternate James huffed before nodding, which prompted Choppy James to say, "See, you found him, but not Mary. Your story isn't complete, therefore I can't tell you anything. I can meet you, I can interact with you, but I cannot tell you what happened. As for Bloober Gods.... they're the higher beings who redid the world into advancement. Believe it or not, you are just a recreation of me."

Alternate James scoffed and said, "No way in hell am I supposed to be you!" Choppy James then gives a slender flash of a white block..... presumably teeth, only to respond: "I thought the same thing when I noticed you were built like a twink."

Alternate James was flabbergasted, stunned, floored, and managed to retort: "Better than being built like a Lego..."

It was only then that Choppy James flashes another blocky smile(?) At least the Alternate James had some form of a spine..... but that was quickly disregarded when Choppy James roamed the town with Alternate James only to see him struggle and whimper over the slightest scratch. He needed a health drink for one hit! How pathetic! Choppy James, for some strange reason, ran in to beat the Lying Figure with a pipe he obtained. He saved the pathetic man, but not without commenting: "How could you take so much damage? Back in my days, I could take 6 hits before I even stumbled!"

Alternate James muttered, "Oh wow, you're really showing your age..... jerk." He then chugged a health drink before beating another Lying Figure while he watched Choppy James circle around a Creeper, swinging his weapon as he chased the bug in circles.... but somehow he's the pathetic one.

He couldn't stand him. Whether that statement was Alternate James's feelings toward Choppy James or vice versa, it could've gone either way. Choppy James found Alternate James far too weak and helpless to even be an imitation of him, while Alternate James found Choppy James arrogant for a guy from some 8-bit reality, and he thought his method of swinging a stick around a bug was as inefficient as it was stupid! How did Mary ever tolerate that?

And yet.... Alternate James did notice Choppy James's broad and strong physique.... something he could only dream of. Choppy James.... well, he thought Alternate James's pretty and pathetic demeanor was... charming, in an annoying way. Eventually, the two end up at Heaven's Night.... where Alternate James finally had it with Choppy James.... he circled around Pyramid Head and got badly damaged, leading Alternate James to pick up the slack.

"What the hell is with you and running in circles anyway?" He retorts.

Choppy James snapped back, "It's a strategy! Why don't you learn that instead of whimpering for Mary and getting beat?"

Alternate James pushed Choppy James onto a booth table and gripped his shirt as he spat out, "Don't talk about my Mary like that! Focus on yours!" Choppy James grunted at the impact, and responded, "I don't have to worry because what's done is done. Don't ask me anything, I won't answer. But you.... you need to worry about yourself."

Alternate James, only inches away from Choppy James's lips, muttered, "I'm doing just fine." But Choppy James, feeling a little silly, eyes Alternate James up and down before saying:

"You're pretty strong.... for a twink."

Alternate James slammed Choppy James again, and said: "I told you to stop calling me that! I'm not a twink, I'm not even gay--!"

"Really?" Said Choppy James before softly saying, "Admit it.... neither of us had anyone in a while..."

Alternate James was confused--no, in denial. He questioned Choppy James, playing dumb, and Choppy James grinned and said: "Don't tell me the Bloober Gods downgraded your intelligence, too? You know what I mean.... sex. I take it you haven't had it in a while because of Mary's condition, right?"

Alternate James was silent, now. No more retorts, or sass, and Choppy James stroked Alternate James's stubble to feel every prick as he said: "I know.... I had the same thing happen to me.... but... since it's just each other.... and since our Mary wanted us to be happy.... why don't we fix that?" He said while inching closer.

Alternate James.... presses more.... and then finally kisses Choppy James softly. It was gentle as first the feeling of Choppy James's smooth, static lips tickling Alternate James's softer, plushier lips. Slow kisses drowned out the monsters outside... and with it came sloppier ones, until Choppy James felt Alternate James's kisses trail down until he was on his knees and tugging the other's pants down to free his cock.... only for Alternate James to say with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Can you even get it up? I know you're something of an 8-bit..."

Choppy James chuckles and challenges Alternate James to whip it out and see for himself. So Alternate James undresses him, and be surprised that he was right. He did have it up and he was... humiliatingly, much bigger than Alternate James.... but he was concerned.

He gazed up at Choppy James and said, "Uh.... won't this hurt going in? It's.... a literal rectangular prism... how did your Mary even take that...?"

Choppy James strokes Alternate James's feathery strands and spoke softly: "Her body was built for it.... literally. Bodies in my world are much less sensitive than yours. Just take as much as you can. I know you can do it."

His voice was the epitome of empty platitudes. But Alternate James will take it.

Then he sinks his mouth down... adjusting his jaws and expanding his cheeks to accomodate as his tongue lingered to explore the unfamiliar shape. Everything about him was electric, Choppy James. His touches were ticklish to Alternate James, like fingers on TV static. If it tingled in his mouth, Alternate James could only imagine where else it could go. As he sucked Choppy James, he could hear his hollow breaths and stock noises of slick wetness. Choppy James entangled his hand into Alternate James's hair and whispered: "Good boy.... Bloober was right.... you are advanced. I didn't know you could take so much.... and if you do a really good job, I'll even get you off. Now.... you wouldn't mind it if I went deeper, would you? I want to feel just how advanced that throat of your is."

Alternate James popped his mouth off to gasp for air and gripped Choppy James's bulky thighs before Choppy James began to thrust into the other's mouth. He savored every gag, feeling the advanced one's soft muscles in his throat cushion his prism as his saliva lubed and coated him. This... was definitely better than anything he's ever had, and he definitely made that clear with his loud moans. After a harsh thrust into Alternate James's throat, a warm, creamy fluid rushed through. The other James gagged as he swallowed. He goes to stand up when Choppy James effortlessly picked him up and laid him onto the table.

Alternate James immediately began to pull his pants down, springing out in front of the other James, making him stare at it intensely. Feeling shy, Alternate James said, "It's not big.... in comparison to yours, but--"

Choppy James wrapped his palm around the man's cock, making him jolt with pleasure.... he guessed it right. The static definitely had its benefits... Alternate James whimpered at the overstimulating, foreign, ticklish sensation. Choppy James muttered, "Cute. It's not bad, James. You're not as big as me, sure, but you're definitely shaped nicely. I never thought it'd be shaped with a tip like that." As he placed his hand up to Alternate James's mouth and commanded, "Spit on my hand. I can't use my mouth since it's dry compared to yours."

Alternate James pouted with a grumble, complying with the other's order, but was disappointed knowing that he wouldn't be able to recieve the same pleasure he gave. Choppy James noticed this and immediately responded, "Now, now, I promise I'll make it up to you. Just give me time." He began to jerk Alternate James's cock, causing the advanced one to buck his hips and moan..... he was so sensitive. Choppy James then allows Alternate James to spit on his other hand.... which had a glove on from the hospital with lubricant. He then started slipping his finger into the advanced one's hole, making Alternate James gasp at the foreign sensation as he attempted to relax.

Choppy James talked the other through it with words that seemed a bit more genuine, "It's okay, you're okay. I need to help you get comfortable. I promise, it'll feel a lot better soon."

And then it did.

Alternate James never once had sex with a man, let alone a doppelganger of himself. He never even imagined himself with a man. But in that moment, it felt so right.... and it only felt better when Choppy James prepared everything before slipping into Alternate James completely. The two moaned in uninion at each other's bodies; Alternate James with his warm, soft, tight hole and Choppy James with his ticklish static-y girth with a much different shape. The two men held onto each other, and Choppy James hooked Alternate James's leg over his shoulder to angle himself just enough to fill his advanced doppelganger with his shape without hurting him while simultaneously jerking him off. Alternate James moaned obnoxiously loudly while he gripped the tablecloth until it tore itself apart. Fibers of the cloth brushed against Choppy James's skin as he rested his palm against the wooden surface to support himself.

Alternate James wrapped his legs around his doppelganger and sunk scratches into his flesh as he cried out, "Fuck me, James, please! Faster, deeper!"

Choppy James gave a thrust that rocked the table violently as he grunted with haste and teased, "Deeper? You sure you can take that much? I'm a little big for you..."

Alternate James pleaded, "Please! I don't care! Stretch me! Please! Please! Fuck me deeper! Nobody does it like you! Please, James, please!"

Alternate James never thought he'd beg himself to fuck him. Or that he'd beg anyone to do that.

Choppy James gave a blocky grin and said, "Well, since you asked nicely..."

With that, Alternate James could feel the static in his gut as his doppelganger pounded him. A bulge forming in his stomach when the static began to prick deeper from Choppy James's angles until it rocked his prostate. Alternate James cried out, "Yes! Right there! James, don't stop fucking me, don't pull out, don't pull out, don't---!" Alternate James's words were interrupted by the mind-numbingly pleasurable orgasm that crashed into his gut.... he could feel the static from Choppy James's cock stutter as he throbbed against the other's prostate. The two men rode out their highs until Choppy James pulled out to discard his condom.

Alternate James stumbled to pull his pants up, prompting Choppy James to help him while planting kisses and sweet nothings against his skin. Suddenly, the club door opens to hear two women...

Maria, the one from Choppy James's world and Alternate James's world, walk in. Maria, the one in leopard print, gasped and shouted "Oh, what the fuck now?!" The other Maria calmly walked in to ask only for her jaw agape at the sight of the two doppelgangers. One James, her James, cock drunk and flushed, and the other one, the Choppy James, adjusting his pants.

Choppy James's Maria walked out, while Alternate James's Maria went after her. Leaving the two men alone on the tabletop of an abandoned night club, kissing under the neon lights of Heaven's Night.

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I WAS WORKING ON THE SELFCEST FANFIC OF JAMES X HIMSELF AND IT FUCKING DELETED ITSELF YO I AM SO MAD. I SPENT AN HOUR WITH PROGRESS AND BANTER BRO WJAT YHE FUCK--

Edit: NVM I GOT IT BACK😛

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Oh that reminds me! First off, smut talk, so ignore this if that makes you uncomfortable.

I'm making 2 threesome x readers. One where the reader is getting topped by James and Pyramid Head and the other where the reader is a monster manifested by James and James gets dominated and goes monsterfucker.

PYRAMID HEAD & JAMES SUNDERLAND Silent Hill 2 (2024) dev. Bloober Team [ × , × ]

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NEW SMUT INSPO JUST DROPPED! IMMA MAKE IT AFTER I FINISH MY CURRENT PROJECT!🗣📢

… 👀

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James Sunderland cock and ball torture when

(Ooh that reminds me.... I gtg work on his fanfic✍️🏻🧐)

You could step on James Sunderland's balls once or twice and he'd probably like it.

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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👀

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NSFW TMI but like..... the duality between wanting to dominate someone and wanting to be dominated is crazy.

I'm pansexual, and on the rare occassions I fantasize about women or femme ppl (only rare due to internalized homophobia and shame yippee) I often fantasize about being dominated.

But with men and masculine ppl, it's something of a 50/50. A vast majority of my fantasies with them involve them being submissive.

And I think I got a pretty good idea as to why.

Since we live in a society where men are seen as the leaders and masculinity is ideal, it's only natural of me to want to rebel against it and invert the roles. If we lived in a society where women are the ones who always have things in their favor or femininity was seen as the default, I'd probably want them to be submissive.

Which, btw, mini-rant but I FUCKING HATE THE FEMDOM PORN I SEE. Well, I have a love-hate relationship with porn in general. Sometimes I wonder how I would've turned out if I never saw porn.

Anyway, it's just something I noticed. But in dom porn, the female sub is always being used as an outlet for the male's pleasure. In femdom porn, however, the domme is giving the male sub pleasure. It always comes down to male gaze and focusing on a man's pleasure. So even femdom isn't exactly "empowering" or whatever we call it. While I'm at it, I hate lesbian porn. For obvious reasons. It's never for lesbians or wlw people. Like, at all. Gay porn caters to men, and so does lesbian porn. Got me digging in the trenches for a decent sapphic porn audio, let alone an actual video!

I completely forgot wtf I was yapping abt. The ADHD is showing.

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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.

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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.