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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👀

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.

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.

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.

scrolling through your james tag and now i’m obsessed with him in those slutty glasses at the office BYE 💦

ERM, SO REAL?!?! CREAMING OVER IT ONG. I'M ACTUALLY WORKING ON A FANFIC OF HIM WHERE THE READER HYPNOTIZES HIM AND DOMINATES HIM.... MAYBE MAKE HIM WEAR GLASSES? I WAS GONNA MAKE HIM WEAR MARIA'S OG FIT THO😭

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.

Whoaaaaa! Visual porn of an obscure ship on my fanfic app?!

Ambex USFW

Heat Play

Shipping Partner: @livdlearnd Commissioned by Tilibeshka

By The Ring

Rex Sloan x G/N Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sometimes all you ever want is a little fun.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

....

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

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

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

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

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

But that night.... you did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

You don't even care.

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

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

........

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

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

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

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

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

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

When he is met with silence, he instigated further.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Canon.

my babies

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

Rex Splode + Me + Invincible = Eiffel Tower! 🥳

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.”

Crossover Post: Characters who I know DAMN well would 100% talk you through it. 18+ female and male character list.

Women:

Beatrice (So Not My Type webtoon)

Definitely says "Good girl/Good boy/Good job, baby"

Super gentle when she tells you what to do and how to do it.

Commands disguised as requests.

"Could you do me a favor and rub my clit for me?" She'd ask with a sweet pout that you just can't say no to.

Maria (Silent Hill 2 Remake)

Major tease, but very supportive.

"You can do it, honey. I know you can." She says while she's literally edging you endlessly😭

She makes you pole dance for her while she watches and guides you through each dance.

"Spin around.... then drop, now slowly slink your way up.... beautiful. You look so good, doll."

Olivia (Law and Order: SVU)

Soft spoken, but firm with her commands. But if you act bratty, she'll definitely retaliate. She's only rough when provoked.

"Go on.... suck on my clit for me.... good job, sweetie. Now arch your back.... show me what you're hiding under those clothes..."

I could see her teaching you new positions and the best way to angle yourself.

She will softly command you to pleasure her between hot kisses

Eve (Invincible)

Whether she's the giver or reciever, best believe that she'll talk you through it (unless she's feeling more submissive)

She peppers your neck with soft bites, hickies, and kisses while she touches you. Groping, fondling, stroking, rubbing, regardless of your body, she'll be so thorough with you.... but never rough. That is, unless you ask her nicely.

"I know, baby, I know I'm going slow..... but if I went too fast, it'll end too soon!" She'd say softly with a sympathetic pout that had a teasing undertone.

"It's only 2 more hours.... you can do it.... I know you can. You can do anything." She'd say before kissing you while grinding against your body and massaging your most sensitive spot.

Men:

Graham (Transformers Rescue Bots)

He's super shy and embarassed, but he praises you so much while he talks to you!

"You take me so well, baby... don't.... don't rush it." He'd feel his face get all hot as the red tint of his skin creeps up to his cheeks before saying,"Just sink down... yes, slow and steady. Right.... now speed it up... rock your hips the way I taught you.... so perfect..."

Will literally encourage you like you're his student. Constantly praising every little thing you do to the point where you might get flustered or annoyed.

He likes to kiss you while you ride him.... making sure to guide you by your hips and give you the dorkiest, most lovesick cheesing smile ever.

James (Silent Hill 2 Remake)

Pathetic man who's desperate for every ounce of you.

Pants at the thought of you in his bed, let alone on his cock.

So when he talks you through it, it is sheer desperation, like a dog humping your leg.

"Please, baby, please, take me in your mouth. Yeah, just like that, so good, so good, oh god, your mouth feels so good, baby just keep sucking it, keep sucking it. I'll make sure you cum when you're done.... you deserve it, baby, you deserve everything, yes you do, oh fuck...."

Mark (Invincible)

It takes him a while to get into it, but when he does, he treats you as if you'll crack at the slightest touch.

He'll whisper the whole time, so quiet that nobody can hear, but so loud in your head.

Rex (Invincible)

"Shhh.... it's okay, you're okay. It's a tight fit, I know.... just tell me when to stop. Whenever, you say it and it'll all stop. You feel so good around me..... so fucking good, baby."

Very slow and steady with it since he knows Viltrumites tend to be a bit on the bigger side and he doesn't want to hurt you with his girth or strength.

Teasing bastard till the very end, definitely the type to pick on you while encouraging you to cum. Oh, but then that'd be going against his orders... oh well, guess you won't be able to cum for another 4 hours!

Talks you through it while making you watch yourself through a mirror. He likes the way you get embarrassed, it's cute.

"Look at yourself..." He'd say softly into your ear as he pounds into you. "Look at how good you're taking me... I'm so proud of you. So proud of my boy/girl/baby."

"I never said to cum. All I said was to take a look. You look so pretty/handsome/adorable like this. I really mean that, babe."

I WAS JUST SAYING MARK WOULD TALK A MF THRU IT

Mark talking you through it

Pairing: Mark Grayson x Fem!reader

Summary: Mark takes your virginity and talks you through it

Warnings: Smut smutty smut, dirty talk, reader is afab, virginity loss, some profanity

A/N: i have so many ideas and things in the works but so little time 😭 also it’s exam season…but i have a duty to keep y’all fed so enjoy this crumb for now (sorry it’s short!)

You had never done anything like this before.

All the sensations and touches and feelings were new to you. A lot of it felt amazing.. his hands, big and calloused from fighting, were gentle on your bare skin. He was very attentive to how you reacted to everything.

It was after a homecoming game.

He’d forced the guardians to cover for him if anything came up and decided to spend the night with you. It was great especially given that you could finally spend time with him. You didn’t care what you two did. Sometimes you guys binged a show, other times it was a simple walk around campus or a park…

As long as you got to be with him.

However, this particular night after the game you two ended up making out and naked on his bed. It wasn’t big, just a twin xl like all the other dorms, but it was enough for you both. A bed’s a bed after all. He was experienced, at least from what you could tell. He didn’t seem too nervous or shy even.

He moved with confidence, but still asking for consent with everything before he actually did it. It was a bit cute but you truly admired that about him.

Everything was going great until you really looked at him…down there, and something in your head made you freak out.

He was actually kind of big, at least bigger than you expected, and that thick vein running up the side wasn’t helping calm your nerves either.

“Will that even fit?”, You whispered looking down. You looked into his eyes a bit worried. Your legs also close, but you did that unconsciously.

“I’ll go slow..” He kissed you gently, looking back into your eyes with a soft expression and a hand caressing your cheek. “And we can stop if it gets to be too much. Promise.”

You just nod and wrapped your arms around his neck as he positioned himself between your legs. You knew he was strong but sometimes you forgot exactly how strong. It wasn’t big something about the way he pushed your legs open and how a hand held your hip in place…

You quickly snapped out of thought as you felt his head push against your slick entrance while simultaneously brushing gently against your clit. He teased a bit so he could gather some of the wetness to coat himself for an easier slide inside. It already felt so good and he wasn’t even in you yet.

Then, he slowly pushed inside.

It was painful, and a stretch, too. Even going slow you had to stop him when he was halfway in to get used to him, a shaky hand pressing against his hardened abs. He peppered your face with kisses in the meantime until it started feeling okay. Then “okay” slowly became fucking amazing.

His size was still a bit much though, but god did he talk you through it.

It was getting overwhelming quick as he slowly thrusted and his strong arms caged you in. And, he just filled you up so good all you could do was whine and moan. It became so much that you started to cry a bit from the pleasure.

“I know baby, i know.” Mark whispered close to your ear. His voice was breathy and husky now. “I’m right here.. You feel so good. Fuck—, so fucking good baby..”

You couldn’t respond.

Not even if you wanted to.

As he bottomed you out and started picking up his pace all you could do was say his name over and over.

“You’re taking me so well. I knew you could do it, so proud of you…” He groaned while kissing your neck. He said you looked pretty under him too but you could barely hear that part as you were so focused on how good it felt.

The bed stared squeaking louder as he was getting close with you not far behind but you knew he wouldn’t finish before you. The second he started huskily telling you to let go and “finish all over him” it was over.

“That’s my pretty girl. So good for me.” He cooed. He held you by your sides as you came even gently still thrusting to add to it.

And even after he pulled out and finished on your stomach and thighs he was still saying filthy things.

“Look at you, so pretty even all messed up like this..”

That sock never came off that door that night.

Bro I need more brat-taming Rex content ong you do it so well!

Bratty power bottom! Rex and GN reader smut drabble

Bratty Power Bottom Rex! Who makes it his personal mission to piss you off all day long—just for fun. Whether it's the smallest teases or full-on flirting with the nearest hot guy or girl, Rex makes sure you're watching every second of it. He’ll lean in too close, laugh too hard, let his hands linger just long enough to get your blood boiling. And when your jaw clenches or your eyes darken? That’s his favorite part. He lives for it.

Bratty Power Bottom Rex! Who will yank you away from whatever you’re doing, claiming it’s an emergency—only to shove you into the nearest empty room, lock the door, and drop to his knees like he’s starving. He’ll pull your pants down like it’s a race against time, stroke you just right, just fast enough to get you twitching at the edge… then stop. With a mischievous little laugh, he’ll lean up and whisper, “Sorry, babe,” like he didn’t just commit a crime. And before you can catch him, he’s gone—bolting out the door, giggling like a damn schoolgirl, leaving you hanging and pissed as hell.

Bratty Power Bottom Rex! Who gets exactly what he wanted when you finally snap. He’s biting into the pillow, muffling his own moans as you pound into him like it’s a punishment. And maybe it is. He gasps and begs for you to slow down, says he’s sorry, swears he’ll never tease you again—but you’ve heard that line before. He’s said it the first time. And the second. And the third. But the moment he can walk straight again, he’s right back to pushing every one of your buttons with that cocky little grin.

Bratty Power Bottom Rex! Who always seems to have one last round in him. You’ll collapse beside him after wrecking him good, thinking he’s finally done… until he pounces. Like a damn tiger. You never figured out how the hell he has the stamina to keep going, but somehow he does (three rounds is his limit, you’ve tested it). He’ll straddle you, dragging his fingers across every inch of your skin—everywhere except where you want him. He’ll twist your nipples just to watch you twitch before he starts grinding down, fucking himself on your cock—or strap on—while begging for you to touch his aching, untouched dick. Whining, panting, still so greedy for your attention.

BRO A SUBBY MARK SANDWICHED BETWEEN ME AND REX WAS NOT ON MY BINGO CARD HOLY FUCK, PEAK! 10/10.

same anon who requested the mark x reader x rex. I really like it very much‼️‼️ how about smut with them but reader is the dominant and absolutely destroys mark and rex. If your not comfortable with it then normal smut is fine :333

Both? Both! Pt2

Hi! So glad you liked it! I can totally do smut no problem bestie I live for this :P

This is filthy

I rewrote this 2 times

This is so rushed don't hate me🙏

Switch Rex dom reader sub Mark

Marks a bottom no one can ever convince me otherwise

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Fooling around with 2 of the hottest heroes on the chats had to be crossing something off your invisible bucket list.

I mean, come on?!

Right now? You had Mark lying between your thighs, eyes sleepy as you combed fingers through his inky hair, and Rex was at your side. His arm across your shoulders, rubbing circles into the skin as you all watched a movie.

It was supposed to be a quiet night in with your favorite boys, but Rex never enjoyed quiet nights…

Small at first, light kisses on your neck, hand rubbing up and down you arm, whispering soft and dirty things in your ear.

Mark perked up, blinking as he watched with lidded eyes, “so pretty…”

Rex smirked, leaning down and slotting his lips on Marks and effectively waking him up fully. The two boys groaned, fighting for dominance as you rose to kneel beside them. Rexs pulls away from Mark, slotting his lips on yours while Mark kisses your neck and collar bone.

“Good boys…” you mumbled, shuttering when Mark used a bit too much force to bite down on your pulse. He whispered a pathetic “sorry” then continued like nothing was wrong. Rex chuckled, his hand in Marks hair as he pet him, “yeah…Mark her up, super boy…”

You huffed lightly, pulling away and moving to undo Marks pants. He stuttered with his breath, cheeks flushed as you began to shimmy his pj bottoms down and around his thighs, “babe you don't have to-AH~!”

He was cut off when your warm mouth took him fully, his eyes tearing with pleasure, “fuck baby…”

Rex smirked, moving in front of Mark who eagerly opened his mouth and flattened his tounge for his pretty boyfriend. Rex sighs, head rolling back,“good job…”

Mark hums around Rex's dick at his praise, feeling proud of himself. He keeps sucking softly, moaning to make Rex shutter. When you reach down to play with his balls, he gasps around Rex's length, his eyes fluttering closed. Fuck, that feels good.

Mark spreads his legs wider without thought, letting you lick his tip. He moans softly around Rex's dick, taking it deeper. "Mmmph," He tenses slightly as you lick his length like a lollypop, then suck on the tip.

He moans loudly around Rex's cock, the vibrations making Rex groan as well. The combination of your mouth and nails digging into his thigh sends waves of pleasure through him. He starts to suck Rex more eagerly.

Rex groans, leaning over to lift the bottom of your shirt up, revealing your ass and wet pussy. You moan as he sticks his fingers in you, crying out softly around Marks dick. Mark feels your moan vibrate against his dick, making him suck harder. He watches as Rex's fingers slide in and out of your wet pussy, making you whimper around his length. He starts to move his head faster, taking Rex deeper each time. "Mmmph..."

You full off Mark, face flushed and moans muffled by his fat tits. You lip his nipple, then take a bite.

Mark arches his back as you pull off his dick and start to play with his sensitive peaks. He whines softly, spreading his legs wider as you bite and suck on his chest.

"F-fuck..." Rex mumbled, He watches as you jerk Mark off, his pre-cum leaking out of his tip.

Rexs pulls out of his mouth with a wet pop, dick twitching, and moves to jerk himself off, swearing. “Mark…lay down…”

Mark quickly rolls onto his stomach, his round backside now on full display. He buries his face into your stomach as he traps you under him, spreading his legs slightly. He has no idea how sexy this position makes him. Your minds both go dirty - "Damn," Rex mutters softly, stroking faster.

“Eat her out.”

“Yeah,” you tease, pushing his head down, “eat me out.”

Tentatively, he extends his tongue, licking hesitantly along your slit. He shudders, surprised at the taste, but continues cautiously.

“What…? You like my taste?” you giggle between moans, pushing his hair back and away from his face. Mark blushes violently as he nods, his tongue darting out again to tentatively taste you. "It's... really good..." He admits shyly, looking up at you with curious eyes.

Rex snickers, rubbing his dick between Marks cheeks, “remind me to get a taste later.”

Mark squeaks as he feels Rex's thick dick slide along his crack, his face turning an even darker shade of red. He buries his face deeper into your pussy, licking more confidently as if trying to distract himself from the sudden sensation. "Mmmph..."

You moan, legs locking around his shoulders to cage his head. Mark whines muffled into your flesh as his shoulders are locked in place, his arms trapped beneath him. He's completely at your mercy now, his tongue lapping more eagerly as he realizes this position leaves him no choice but to please you.

Rex pushes in, moaning, “fuck! So tightttttt.”

Rex grasps his hair, tucking him slow, “heh..Mmm, you like that? Me fucking you as you eat our girlfriend out…?”

Mark nods eagerly, his eyes wide with a mix of pleasure and tears. He's completely lost in the sensation of being used so thoroughly, his body responding instinctively to the dual stimulation. "Mmm... yes... it feels so good..." He whimpers softly against your pussy. "Mmph..."

“Good…cause-ah…im gonna…fuck…” Rex whimpers, speeding up a bit. He reached under Mark, jerking him off, “come on pretty boy…get her to cum with us…”

Mark's eyes roll back at the sudden increase in speed and the sensation of being jerked off. He doubles his efforts, his tongue flicking against your clit with renewed vigor as he tries to make you cum along with them. "Ngh... fuck... fuck... ngh... mmph...!"

You're head falls back, moaning softly, “M-Mark…f-fingers-!”

Mark immediately slides two fingers into your wet pussy without hesitation, curling them upward to hit your G-spot. His brain is quickly rebooted by desperation as he tries to make you cum as hard as possible. "Mmmph... fuck... come on..."

I whimpered, clenching on his fingers as I see stars. The feeling of his coaxing an orgasm out along with the rhythmic flicking of his tounge makes you tense up, “FUCK!”

Mark's eyes widen with triumph as he feels you clench around his fingers, your juices coating them. He continues to lick and finger you through your orgasm, his own pleasure building rapidly from Rex's thrusts and the hand jerking him off. "Mmmph... fuck... I'm gonna..."

“Cum.” Rex smirks, squeezing his tip, “fucking do it.”

And he does, hot and stick ribbons as he crus out. Tears finally fall as Rex pounds hard as to chase his own release.

Rex swears, slapping marks ass before cumming with a grunt. His blunt nails digging into Marks ass.

You pant a laugh, watching Mark fall on you and Rex roll to your side.

“We…we should have done this when we all first met…”

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

What do you mean there are no puppyboy Rex fics? Fucked up if true. Someone should do something about that.

Wait a minute...

Rex Sloan Petplay Headcanons

(Nsfw under the cut, because duh.)

♡ I don't think Rex would know anything about Petplay for a long time. Not even on his radar.

♡ I do think he's dabbled in pretty light BDSM dynamics, and some other commonly accepted kinks.

♡ Doesn't change the fact he's got that dog in him. He just doesn't know it yet.

♡ I like the idea of him being introduced to it by a partner somewhere along the way.

♡ His first reaction when it's explained to him is a raised eyebrow. "Okay...that's weird. So it's like a furry thing, right? It's gotta be."

♡ And to make a bit of fun. "But I'm just asking how far does it go? I'm concerned for the safety of my shoes- and I'm never looking at a choker the same way!"

♡ And sure it's weird but he's not clutching his pearls, he's been on the modern day internet.

♡ And maybe he's a little curious.

♡ So if his partner is into it, he indulges them. On the dominant side that is.

♡ That indulgence quickly goes from simple nicknames into seeing what he can push. Sit, heel, roll over. Beg. Whine. Hump his leg. "Fuck, you just can't control yourself can you? Hey, no, I didn't say stop."

♡ Okay, maybe this isn't so bad. They love it and he's not complaining.

♡ That blank happy look, the way they speak as if the things they're saying aren't desperate. As if the barking isn't demeaning.

♡ If anything he's a little jealous. It can't really be that good, right?

♡ So maybe he tries on their collar- just for kicks of course. At first he doesn't like the way it presses against his neck, but the look of it in the mirror gives him pause. It's thick and it frames his neck in a way that catches his eye. Until the feeling of it hugging his neck fades into the background.

♡ And after sitting on it a while he gives in and asks to try a bit on the receiving end.

♡ And from that first 'Good boy' he's practically hooked.

♡ No one's ever called him that before. More often than not it feels like someones telling him how badly he fucked up.

♡ A small voice in his head says he doesn't deserve the praise. It takes him a second to adjust to it before a much larger voice says 'Fuck yeah I deserve it, I'm a goddamn superhero.' Life's too short for him to feel embarrassed about this. So he let's it happen.

♡ And when he does his world shrinks to what's in front of him, where he's on his hands and knees. Completely focused on much simpler things like how hard his cock is.

♡ If his dominant is rough, he'll naturally be a bit of a bratty pup. Not listening to commands, biting, talking back.

♡ He finds that a lot harder to do with a soft dom. Especially if they're giving him too much grace for his brattiness...it just feels wrong to disobey.

♡ Because really all he wants is lots and lots of attention.

♡ And that special feeling of being claimed, of having a place to be both mentally and physically.

♡ He talks a lot. Might need to be reminded that puppies don't talk if only to keep him quiet for a bit. Failing that: a nice bone gag for him to drool around, or maybe something bigger to gag on.

♡ But he'd get along well with other pets. At least if they like a bit of rough-housing and being topped.

♡ He must be cuddled after. He's not going to ask but he must be cuddled, he needs that soft touch bad.

♡ Rex is such a good name for a pup.

That's right this was my Rex Splode has a petplay kink propaganda the whole time. Now go out into the world with this, be free!

Fym he isn't a dacryphilliac bitchboy of a munch who has a mommy kink and I'm just projecting? God forbid a woman has hobbies!

me after claiming that every fictional character i’m fixated on is a munch

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

Riding Mark’s abs

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

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

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

“Can I ride them?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

For: @inkdelicious @secretaccountlol

THANK YOU OMG AMBER AND MARK FELT MORE AUTHENTIC AND INTERESTING, EVE AND MARK ARE CLICHÉ AND FORCED, AMBER HAD VALID CRASHOUTS, AND OMFG HOW DID MARK FUMBLE A BADDIE LIKE HER ISTG SMACK HIM UPSIDE THE HEAD

This may be controversial, so invincible fans please keep your pants on, or try to.

Amber is OVER-HATED. Like why do you all hate her so much, sure in season 1 she was a bit irritating but she just wanted an open and honest relationship with mark, she was a good person and a good girlfriend. As soon as he opened up they were doing SO WELL. Like imagine if your boyfriend kept flaking on you 24/7 and when you asked why, he was like "i- well- uh... well-!" Like i would be pissed off too !! she's way stronger than me i would've broke it off after a couple weeks of listening to that. And i understand he can't say anything because ooh secret identity. Throw her a bone, let my girl rest 😭

And i especially do not like mark and eve. Sorry. Really don't. Feels mega forced. "Idk if it's too soon but i love you ❤️" what after like 5 hours?? How hard were you repressing your feelings? Like it just feels depthless. Idk that's just me i can't really explain how it fully feels but i know in my soul it's wrong and i miss my favourite amber.

Angsty smut headcanons I made up of Mark Grayson. Please read disclaimer. 18+

DISCLAIMER & TW: Before I get into this, I wanna say that I am extremely new to the Invincible fandom and will be utilizing the canon events in the comic book series. For this reason, SA is mentioned, and as a victim myself, I believe that completely isolating rape victims from any source of sexual media reinforces the idea that we are nothing beyond our traumas. I shouldn't have to explain myself, and I won't elaborate any further. But sexuality can still thrive even after one is assaulted.

TW: Rape mentioned, sexual trauma, highlights of a victim's mental state afterwards including self-blaming, please filter this post if this is upsetting, I understand. This is by no means a noncon fic, these headcanons are about the aftermath of being assaulted and how it affects victims lives.

Please note that this is my first time ever openly writing about a character who is canonically a victim of sexual assault. I don't want to censor us out of media. We shouldn't be objectfied, but we shouldn't be treated as though we're broken or unable to be more than something that happened to us beyond our control. If you want to give me feedback, I'm very much welcoming of it. But understand that I'm not fetishizing Mark's trauma in any way, shape or form. In fact, I find him comforting, because I can relate to some elements of his story. This is supposed to acknowledge Mark's lore and to comfort the disturbed.

It's difficult for Mark to engage in anything after Anissa. But after a few therapy sessions, he did want to try again since... well, he loves you... and before she raped him, sex was a way for him to express his affection in the most intimate way possible.

It's not like the other cases where Mark takes control, because the thought of doing anything paralyzes him. What would be good for him? If it feels good, is it supposed to feel good or is he just convincing himself that it feels good? Did he even want this? Or did he coerce himself into thinking he wanted it?

You make sure to praise him whenever because you understand how difficult this is for him. You tell how strong he is for choosing to do this, how you love him so much, how you could be his hero, how he doesn't always have to do the saving.... you could save him. You could protect him... no matter the cost.

Everything feels like it's vanishing or falling apart.... but here, he has you to hold onto and trust. You're not like his father, or his enemies, or.... her.... god knows what you'd do to protect him. At last, everything feels manageable.... because he's got a hero flying him up to heaven.

This game is such bullshit. I should be the one choking James.

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IB level psychoanalysis essay on this right now.

An amorous moose asked:

I demand Prawn!Joel to make sex on Prawn!reader.

pairing - shrimp!joel x shrimp!f!reader summary - shrimp!joel makes sex on you. warnings - shrimp sex. breeding kink.

You are a shrimp, and you are in love. In love with your shrimp husband, Joel. There's love in the salty water tonight. The colorful aquarium rocks vibrating with something energetic, something passionate. Or maybe it’s the filter making noise.

Shrimp Joel gives you a look that has your shrimp pussy clenching. You shed your exoskeleton because shrimp sex only happens when you are soft and vulnerable. Shrimp Joel knows this. It is why he made you a romantic shrimp dinner and gave you a relaxing shrimp massage. For to shrimp sex.

You release pheromones into the water, and Shrimp Joel has an impressive shrimp boner. You face abdomen to abdomen, as shrimps in love are prone to do. To an outsider, it may not look like much. In fact, it may even look like you are fighting. You are not fighting. This is just what shrimp sex kind of looks like. Shrimp Joel uses his gonopods to transfer spermatophore into your thelycum. Neither of you moan, because you are shrimps and do not speak. No prolonged intimacy - you do not need that because you are shrimp. One quick pump is enough to satiate both of your shrimp libidos.

Your husband, Shrimp Joel, does his shrimp stuff on the other side of the tank. You, however, are not ready to use his shrimp sperm. This is normal for shrimp such as yourself. Only when you are ready to lay your eggs do you release them, allowing them to be fertilized by the stored shrimp sperm as they pass out of your shrimp body.

The way I'm writing the most submissive and breedable James Sunderland x Reader ever where you hypnotize him and order him around.... stay tuned yall, stay tuned.

Without giving any further context, imma just say James is literally your Barbie doll. That is all.

Teehee, this is me irl, if you even care💗😊👉🏻👈🏻

To breed or to peg? That is the question.

jk (unless he wants me to)

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

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

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

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

mary and james <3

Bro, what the fuck is Invincible even about?😭

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐖𝐚𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞ˎˊ˗ ᥫ᭡

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘢𝘺𝘺! 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘺𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺, 𝘢𝘺𝘺! 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶!”

Is all you hear three days later after you broke up with mark.

It’s blasting outside your window, and definitely bothering the neighbors.

But it makes you laugh seeing him standing outside on your front lawn looking so desperate to see you again.

The music lowers for a minute, and you hear him yell, “did it work?”

Shaking your head, you smile and respond with, “Come inside and find out.”

After that he’s clingy af and let’s you give him a manicure while you yap about what he’s missed, cause that’s what good boyfriends do.

Feel free to use the pics, it took me 5 minutes to make them! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ )

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.

Chat, is it unethical for me to use AI to roleplay?

I wanna explain myself for a minute. Disclaimer: I do NOT fuck with AI for creative spaces. I don't really like AI. I actually kind of had an argument about this with my creative writing teacher, who's super into AI "art." Like I try to keep it away from me at all times for school, art, and literature because 1. It's garbage, 2. It steals from artists, and 3. A bitch wants to be able to think for herself, y'know?

Anyway, so onto my reason. Why do I roleplay with AI bots instead of people? Because I have Generalized Anxiety Disorder and that makes certain stuff real difficult for me. But the main reason as to why I use AI for this stuff is because I want to act out extremely sexual and kinky things that I want to experiment one day. It doesn't sit right with me to NSFW rp or do ERP with a stranger online. I worry about being violated, taken advantage of, doxxed, stalked, or possibly worse. Also, I have never dated anyone. I have never been on an actual date before. I'm only 18, and the thought of acting out explicit sexual fantasies with someone online who could very well be twice my age (despite swearing to me that they're 18) or worse, be a minor in the ERP space pretending to be my age (I knew some people at 14 yrs old who did that kinda stuff) does NOT sit right with me at all!

My romance experiences over the years:

Some girl that lasted for a few weeks online who I met once IRL. I was 14.

My childhood best friend was my first ever real love. We were 14, and it fizzled out. We're still best friends, but we aren't romantically attracted to each other anymore.

A guy who was an asshole and did some questionable shit. I was 16, we reconnected now and he has proven that he has changed but I'm still wary.

A guy who took me to homecoming at 17 years old who led me on. Things weren't gonna happen because of cultural barriers and cuz his parents were classist. He was Malaysian and upper middle-class to upper class. I'm Korean, Puerto Rican, German, and lower middle-class. Hence why it didn't work out. I hold nothing against him at all, I'm just explaining why things flopped. His family wanted a girl of his race of his class and I was neither.

Mind you, none of these people were ever actual dates or lovers. Now a list of the farthest I ever got physically with someone:

I got kissed on the cheek when I was 13 or 14 at a sleepover after begging someone--anyone--to do it. Game is game ig little bro💀

Kissed childhood best friend on the hand at 14 yrs old.

Cuddled childhood best friend at 14 years old

Held hands with childhood best friend at 15 yrs old

Held hands with previously mentioned guy at 17 yrs old

Same guy placed his jacket around me.

Placed head on someone's shoulder

Hugged various people.

See that? See how on the list there's not a single date, let alone a kiss, let alone sex? So why the FUCK would I share the most intimate and kinky things I fantasize about to a rando online?

Like... it's been on my mind for a minute. But as someone who hates AI, I do admit that I use it for ERP mostly because I don't feel comfortable interacting with people online in a sexual context when I have never even had a real date before.

Is that valid...?

No fr. I'm over here cooking up content into the void with hardly anyone reading. Like.... I thought we liked pathetic men! What happened?🥀😭

How it feels looking around in the James Sunderland x reader tag