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Yo, idk you, but if you like pathetic men who probably cry when they get topped, look at James Sunderland.

Tell me this mf wouldn't cry like a little bitch and beg for more when he gets fucked. Also, I am all up for writing male readers, so bro if you ever wanna get into Silent Hill 2 I gotchu😩🙏🏻

no thoughts just thinking of crybaby bottom men <3

crybaby men! who tense up when you first enter them, not because it hurts, you could never hurt them but from the sheer amount of euphoria they feel. is it okay for sex to feel this good?

crybaby men! who blabber thank you thank you thank you's! while you slowly get accustomed to their tight hole. he practically cums on the spot when he sees your cock distend his tummy.

crybaby men! who start bawling when you say you have to pull out. why would you need to do that? even if he wishes too, there's no way you could get him pregnant!

you grimace as you shealth yourself into his warm hole, your jaw clenches, and your hands that are holding the sheets in a vice grip begin ache as you hold back from completely fucking the words out of him.

soon after, he holds his hands over his face as he attempts to hide from you. his breath begins to hitch as he's at the cusp of breaking down.

why?

you begin to pull out slowly, your thoughts swim thinking you might've hurt him somehow yet he... stops you? his ankles wrap around your lower back, hindering you from pulling out.

"h-hey, look at me," you softly pry his hands of his face and you didn't expect to see the most debauched, fucked out face looking back at you.

you gulp as your heart rate begins to spike, just what was he doing to you?

you though you couldn't possibly get harder but just by looking at his face you stand corrected.

he's staring at you, misty eyed and drooling. brows furrowed and lips quivering.

"..re.." he mumbles. he pulls you down lower, tilting his head up ever so slightly as he leans in for a kiss. you're still recovering from this crazy development so you didn't catch what he said.

"w-what'd you say baby?"

"more, please..! feels t-too good, nghh.." he mewls on your lips before trapping them in a heated kiss. his tongue wriggles between your lips asking permission to explore the heated cavern of your mouth.

you open your mouth ever so slightly and that's all he needs before he's threading his fingers in your hair pushing you into him.

you had to pull back because you needed air and your nose was starting to sting from how rough he was kissing you.

he growled as you pulled away, cute.

"please.. i want you to f-fuck me.. your already in so deep..' he takes your hand and places it on his bulging stomach for emphasis. "you can't leave me like this.. i'll do anything! i'll be so good for you, please just fuck me!"

you smirked, were you really in a position to give him anything less? he was already ruined just from you putting it in.

when he begged so sexily how could you deny him?

yuuji itadori, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro naoya, denji, mark grayson, katsuki bakugo, keigo takami, gihun, and your favs.

The Beauty of Free Will

James x G/N!READER

18+ Minors do not interact!

Tags//Warnings: BDSM dynamics, submissive James, G/N reader, petplay, anaphoras galore, hypnosis/hypnotizing James, James being a free-use sub, voyeurist and exhibitionist dynamic, sadism and masochism dynamic, filming, mentions of sissification, breeding, prostate milking, dacryphillia, and possibly other things.

Free will is a beautiful thing. You can do whatever you want whenever you want however you want---within reason. But what is the reason? Who creates reason? Is it our moral compasses or our habitus that we develop over time?

In James's case... it's you. He has his free will, and with it, he wants to forfeit it. He took his free will to create submission. Not to say that he doesn't make his own choices, he does! But some days... he needs a break from the weight of such an ability. With free will comes the overwhelming burden of how to apply it to one's life; it's the price to pay for being able to do what you please. But you used your free will to accept his, and thus, a dynamic was born between man and caregiver, pet and human.

Some days, James is a grown man with a vague idea of what his agenda is. On other days, he turns to you for guidance, and you provide him a list of things to do throughout the day. The list would be detailed, with tasks such as what chores he had to do, what meals he is to eat, what clothes he is to wear, what time he is to shower, what he is to do during leisure time, and more. It was a long list, and it was strict with little leeway for adjustments, which is why James loved it. His mind gets foggy with structural submission and converts that realization to utter euphoria. Since you set out everything for him, there is no need to think about what to do, when to do it, or how to. All he has to do is this list.

That's the beauty of free will. It could be gifted to you by yourself, or you could forfeit. It could be used, it could be declined, or it could be traded. The act of accepting, declining, or forfeiting free will is a form of free will in itself. James traded his free will to you for that rejuvenating and sensual fog he gets when you take control. When you tell him what to do, when you pick out his clothes, when you decide what he'll eat, when you decide to make him roll over or arch his back, when you decide to use your free will to let him pleasure you with his mouth using the techniques you tell him to use.... and he uses his free will to give himself up so he can be used as your personal toy. When you decide if he can cum, if he should cum, if he should cum hard or if he should be denied or ruined, and best of all.... when you decide go swing that pretty coin in front of him.

Free will is a beautiful thing.

James would always perk up when he saw it. A glamorous, 24k gold coin dangling by a black thread swaying side to side with coquettish whispers and sweet nothings that made James melt onto his knees. He could feel his eyes lull as his sporadic mind became more linear, consistent with a delicious fog rolling in. The beauty of free will. It can be used to accept submission, it can be declined for the sake of pleasure, and it can be traded to be a complete, utter slut to use.

When James was enticed, he swears he feels invincible. That was the irony of free will. You declined it and traded it for submission, only to feel more free than ever. There are no social constructs, no expectations of how one should act based on their sex, no nothing. It's just a thick, heavy fog that could make one giddy, free, and absolutely docile. During these times, James could be whatever you want. He consented to it all before, and he always films himself to document his explorations to feel even safer. He could be your kitten and lick himself clean while you watch, or he could drink you. He could be your puppy and hump your leg, or he could bark for hours on end. He could be your bunny and be bred for hours, or he could take any carrot of any size just for you. Or.... he could be your toy. His mouth is warm and wet for free use, his fingers are calloused yet permeable to any fluids, his ass is tight and presented to you, his nipples are sensitive and untouched, his cock is erect and sensitive to the touch... he is hours of pleasure and entertainment. But the beauty of free will is that it could be reinforced at any given moment at any point of these sensually submissive sessions. All he has to say is "Pasta" and everything ends.

That is the beauty of free will.

So the next time, James foregone his free will to gain free submission, he could feel the fog settle even more with every spank, every beg, every scream, every cry, every orgasm, every denial, every dildo, and every outfit you made him wear. You could do whatever to him, as long as you didn't hit him or shout at him. You could sit on him, dress him up handsomely or beautifully, walk him around like a dog, cum on him, fuck him, spank him, and he'll beg for more every time until he says his safeword.

He loved sucking on whatever toy you used so he could taste you more and stay silent. He loved being folded, he loved being pounded, he loved being overstimulated, he loved being denied, he loved being told yes as much as he loved being told no, he loved being filmed, he loved sucking himself, he loved being free to use for your pleasure, he loved feeling your orgasm ripple through waves as you released all over him, he loved smelling like nothing but your fluids, he loved being completely, utterly, yours. Your little toy, your little doll, your little pet, your little everything. All of his repressed desires are released like Pandora's box when he sees that pretty gold coin.

When he's a kitten, he loves to play with the coin, when he's a puppy, he loves to bark at it, when he's a bunny, he loves to sniffle at it, and when he's a toy.... he loves to get into whatever position you tell him and truly understands what delights are made from free will. He could remember, amidst the fog in his subservient brain, the night he stroked himself for your viewing pleasure. He pumped himself slowly, fastly, consistently, inconsistently, whatever ways you told him to. He was granted the gift of free through your permission, and he suddenly felt the warm, creamy fluid burst onto his face with light drizzles and drops. James spent hours mindlessly sucking away his cum while you watched him milk himself even more.

The beauty of free will.... to watch a show performed by your man, your toy, and your pet. The beauty of free will to be watched, to be ordered, to be used for someone's sexual gratification.... all while both of you have the free will to say one simple word to end it... all while both of you have a routine afterward to cater to one another's emotional, physical, and mental needs... all while you both have each other to cuddle up to at the end of it all.

Free will is a beautiful thing.

The way I started squealing and whisper shouting to nobody "WE ARE SO BACK!!!!" When I saw this. Dear god, lemme follow you😭💗

Hiya!🎶

I noticed you liked my post, and I saw ur x reader and I just wanna request a James Sunderland x fem!reader where they're cuddlefucking on a rainy day with Heavenly by Cigarettes After Sex playing? Super specific, I know, just do the best you can. So much angsty smut of him and I just want some wholesome, fluffy smut, please. If you can :3 thank you!!!!

JAMES SUNDERLAND X fem!reader

nsfw content — pls scroll if uncomfortable!

summary; cuddle fucking w james :)

warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, cream pie, spooning & from the back

nsfw content below!!

late nights with james were always the same. boring, just like your loser, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. your television would play in the background as white noise while the two of you huddled close, bathing in each other's body warmth. quiet whispers as long as little caresses would travel between the two of you.

his hold on you was always gentle, like he was scared to accidentally hurt you. his warm arms would wrap around you lovingly, your bodies interlocked, legs tangled with each other. tonight was no different. the moon was out, and your television played an old sitcom, filling the rooms silence. all else that was heard was both of your low breaths, small whimpers, and gasps.

he would press small, praising kisses along your shoulder from behind, intently sliding his cock in and out of your warmth. this was his favorite way to spend time with you, to feel intimate while also being lazy, which he was excellent at. his ears stayed open to your small moans, drinking in your noises. every little whimper that would leave your throat, he’d swallow it whole with a small moan in response, burying himself deeper into you.

“shhhh,” he hushes gently, slowly rocking himself behind you, holding you snug against his chest. he hugs the blanket tighter around the two of you, keeping you locked in his arms and unable to go anywhere. you both wouldn’t want it any other way. his body heat was always high in comparison to your low heat, so you always huddled close to stay warm, especially now.

he tucks your shoulder under his chin, fluttering his eyes shut to enjoy your body and how comfortable you were to hold. your soft skin, the addicting scent of your hair, the way you cooled him down. he wouldn’t trade times like this for a million bucks. the sitcom was long forgotten.

a small whimper leaves you as he brushes against a spot that's overly sensitive. his eyes brighten subtly, and he hugs you tighter, whimpering gently into your skin as he begins to buck his hips into you, smushing his tip against your gummy insides. your noises grow more consistent as he picks up his pace, now focused on making you cum over his cock. his hands grab at you, his intentions turning more greedy. he wanted to hear you cry out his name as he pushes you over the edge, to praise you through it.

“you’re okay,” he hushes, squeezing your breast, thrusting deeply into your soaking hole. “you’re almost there.” it was a miracle he wasn’t whining and whimpering himself, that he wasn’t the one who needed to get talked through this. “you feel me?”

you nod, gasping softly as his thrusts grow more firm. you feel your body get turned onto your tummy, your face smushed into one of your couch pillows. the couch was a frequent spot you and james would make love, the nights where you’d be waiting for him to return home late, and when he finally did, the two of you would be too lazy to move off the cushions into the bedroom. he always ended up making love to you on the pull-out bed, holding you tight against him and savoring your pretty moans.

the tension in your tummy forms a knot, one that tenses your whole body. you gently beg against the couch, feeling his hands hold yours down gently, your fingers intertwining. your sweet moans are muffled, the soft plap plap plap echoing in the room. after a minute, his thrusts grow more slick, his cock now lubricated by your cock. he groans at the sight of your milky cream forming around his base as he fucks it back into you, which slowly starts to push him over the edge. your tightness, your sweet noises, the sight of your pretty butt in the air— its enough to finally make him cum.

he releases himself deep in you, groaning at the sensation. he goes still, the nights deafening silence washing over. he pants lowly, no energy to pull out. your body goes slack, flat agains the couch, so he simply lays on top of you, his cock still sheathed. his arms wrap around you lovingly, spooning your now warm body.

“you okay?” he whispers softly. you smile weakly and nod, turning your head over your shoulder to press a kiss against his lips. he melts against you, cuddling as close as possible. he always became needy after orgasms. “you made me feel so good, you know that?” you praise. it was your turn to pamper the male.

gentle whispers and praises go back and forth before you both eventually fall asleep, huddled close and tucked under the blanket.