Scrolling Through Your James Tag And Now I’m Obsessed With Him In Those Slutty Glasses At The Office

Very, very brief WIP smut of that x fem!reader I'm making of Graham.

Graham feels you tighten around him, and he couldn't help but moan before biting his lip to muffle himself. He gently pushes down your back, pressing your warm, soft chest against his cold, metallic desk. You peek over your shoulder to see him tucking his turquoise tie between his teeth and grab your hips.

Despite your attempts at being quiet, the room echoed with soft claps when he delivered slow, deep strokes inside of you. He feels you smacking against his hips, and it makes him resist the urge not to moan louder. Instead, he grunts and clutches your jaw. His heated pants tickled your skin as he whispered in your ear, "Good girl... such a good girl. You're doing such a good job taking me... just let me know if this gets too much for you, okay?"

You moan in response, almost entirely unaware of what he was saying. The feeling of his cock knocking inside of you made it hard for you to listen, let alone comprehend. Graham then massages firm patterns against your clit, making you cry out with pleasure.

Suddenly, rumbling bangs of metal pounded the floor below, and Graham loosened his tie to gently slip it between your lips. Right on cue, Boulder from downstairs shouted, "Graham! Is everything okay up there? Is She okay? I heard a scream!"

And.... pause! That's all for now!

I've been thinking of ideas for smut. I was thinking of like.... Puff Puff and the reader celebrating their 18th birthday by losing their virginity together? Like, hear me out, the reader and Puff Puff have been friends since 6th grade, they've had a crush on each other for years, and now they're 18 and confessed to each other, and in the heat of the moment, they kiss and decide to do it. But they're too scared to go all the way and do penetrative sex, so they just use their hands. It's a little awkward, but they're just stumbling together, trying to figure out how each other's bodies work. Thoughts??? Wholesome? Cringe? Idk?

More Petplay Headcanons with James (Kitten James edition) 18+

Tags//Warnings: MDNI. I can not take the term "Kitten" seriously after Discord, but I also can't take "Catboy" seriously, either, so I'll just roll with this.😭 Anyway, mommy/daddy kink mentioned, voyeurism, sex toys, and petplay🧍🏻‍♀️

He wears a gentle cologne so when he rubs his face on things, it actually leaves a scent.

His meows are soft and deep. He gets embarrassed whenever he does it, but for you? Anything.

Wants to be sprawled on you at all times. Whether it's on your lap or your legs or wherever.

Leaves extremely light scratches on your skin....unless you tell him not to.

When he talks, it's 2 sentences at most (1 sentece at most when he's a puppy, 2 sentences at most when he's a kitten, and completely nonverbal as a bunny) and when he talks, it's deeply soft-spoken. Some things he would say would include:

"Mommy/daddy, may I play with the ball of yarn?" (He makes sure to say "may I?" instead of "can I?" He finds it the most respectful way to speak to you.)

"May I nap on you?"

"Do I have to get in the water?" (Very dedicated to his role, so he acts like he hates baths. Still, he wants to bathe with you)

Still, despite his antics, he likes to get wet if you're able to. He doesn't mind a partner who can cum on him, or squirt on him.... just don't forget his face.

Purposely messes with the bell on his collar just to get your attention.

Likes playing with bags.

Wants head pets and chin scratchies while he goes down on you (don't forget to praise him, too!)

He secretly (not-so-secretly) wants a tail buttplug but he gets way too embarassed trying to ask.

Thankfully, you're such an empath that you surprised him with one! (Totally not because he was as subtle as a hammer dropping hints about it.)

When he first tried it on, he was nervous about how he looked. It wasn't until you turned on the massager setting that he arched his back and suddenly forgot what he was panicky about.

He doesn't use it often since he's embarrassed and is concerned about the safety of anal, but he definitely likes his tail. The matching ears only made his submission deepen even more.

The sensation of the cool metal tip pushing into his walls and warming up to his temperature with a buzzing hum as the soft fur grazes his skin makes him moan every time. But the challenge for him is to stick to his role.

He loves his tail, and some days when you deny him, all he can do is helplessly fuck himself with the plug while you work. He is so desperate for your attention. It gives him such excruciating satisfaction even if he doesn't reach that finish line or if you don't look his way.

The best thing is when he has his tail in with his other toys. He loves putting on a show for you, and would jerk himself off in front of you. Cock in hand, tail inside, cat ear clips shifting from the vigorous movement, cups suctioned to his nipples with a loud hum, his bell jingling, and when the plug's reverbrations travel deep enough to hit his prostate, all you'll hear from him is a loud, whiny, "Meowwww~!"

When he cums, it's as loud and whiny as a cat in heat. The day after, the neighbors reported hearing a cat outside.... much to his humiliation and arousal.

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.

OH MY GODDDDD THIS IS PEAK AS FUCK. USUALLY IN M RECIEVING ORAL FICS, ONLY THE GUY CUMS, BUT THE FACT THAT THE READER CAME

My only thing is I wished the pussy eating lasted a little longer since the narration focused on James's pleasure longer. Still by far the best James smut I've read besides that one fic of him being a college professor. Like omg I was kicking my feet and squealing. This was PEAK

hi! i’m surprised nobody’s written a smut with james making a sex tape with the reader ! >< i think he’d be into those lol & man, i’d kill for a gentle dom james :( with his soft spoken voice, i can just imagine the reader who’d be taken aback by whatever dirty talk he’d say haha

i luv ur work pls keep writing smut for james tysm

★ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 . . . 1.8k

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 . . . request , complete. JAMES SUNDERLAND X F!READER !! 18+ SMUT MDNI !!

★ 𝐂𝐖 . . . recording/voyeurism . f!masturbation . oral ( m! & f!receive ) p_rn w/o a plot !

★ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 . . . lmao i think there might be some trauma there with video tapes 💀 however .... filming spicy moments is soooo tasty. james is the sentimental type for sure so yeah , he would love capturing your orgasm face on camera :') thank u for the sweet words i hope i was able to get the vibe <333

You should’ve never gotten him that damn video camera. It was practically a part of him now, swinging from his shoulder like an extra limb, capturing every moment he deemed worthy of “preserving memories” for the two of you. The sentiment had been endearing at first, but it was becoming an obsession. You’d lost count of how many times he’d darted to the corner store for yet another pack of film. Tonight was no exception.

After dinner, you were seated at your vanity, unwinding from the evening. One by one, you slipped off your jewelry, the pieces landing with a soft, musical clink on the glass. As you reached for your serum, you noticed James in the mirror, his camera aimed right at you, a mischievous smile playing at the corner of his mouth. You rolled your eyes, dabbing the serum onto your fingers and smoothing it over your face.

“Is this fascinating to you?” you asked, rubbing the serum in slow circles, letting the cool liquid seep into your skin.

“Can’t help it. You’re so pretty,” he replied, that grin widening as he watched you through the lens.

You met his gaze in the mirror, raising a brow as an idea flickered to life. Smiling to yourself, you reached for the loose knot at your waist, pulling the tie on your robe and letting the soft fabric slide from your shoulders. Beneath, you wore a delicate lingerie set.

You glanced back over your shoulder, catching the way his brow quirked, his eyes flaring with interest as James drank in the sight of you. His grip on the camera tightened, and you could almost feel the spark between you, the silent communication passing back and forth.

“Maybe I should make it more entertaining for you,” your was voice barely more than a whisper as you turned to face him.

James swallowed, the smirk fading into something more intent, his eyes on you and only you. He adjusts the camera, "are you sure about this?"

"Keep rolling," you request, before you slowly began to unhook the clasp of your bra. The silky material fell away, revealing your breasts to the cool air of the room. James’s breath hitched, the sound audible even over the soft whirr of the camera. You could see the excitment burning in his eyes, the way they traced every detail of your body.

“Do you like what you see?” you murmured, your fingers lightly brushing over your nipples, making them pebble in response.

“God, yes,” he breathed, his voice thick with desire. “Keep going.”

Encouraged, you slipped your hands down to the waistband of your panties. With a teasing glance at James, you hooked your thumbs under the delicate lace and slowly pulled them down. The fabric slid over your hips, leaving you completely naked. The camera followed every inch of your movements, every moment captured in crystal clear detail.

James let out a low groan, his grip on the camera tightening even further. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

You smiled at the sight of his erection. Turning slightly, you leaned against the vanity, providing James a perfect view of your ass. Your fingers trailed down your thighs, coming to rest on your inner thighs, just above your cunt.

“Touch yourself,” James commanded, his voice rough with need. “Show me how much you want this.”

You obeyed, sliding one hand between your legs. The sensation of your own fingers against your slick folds made you gasp softly. You pressed two fingers against your clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles. The pleasure spiked quickly, a hot throb building deep within you.

“That’s it,” James encouraged, his eyes locked on your hand as it worked its magic. “Make yourself come for me.”

Your other hand moved to your breast, pinching your nipple between your thumb and forefinger. The dual stimulation sent waves of ecstasy crashing through you, making your hips buck involuntarily. You could feel the orgasm coiling tighter and tighter, ready to burst.

“Help me James,” you whimpered, your voice breaking with desperation. You turned to face him, legs wide. “I need you.”

James didn't hesitate, camera still in hand he crossed the room in three long strides. He grabbed your hips, pulling you against him, his hard cock pressing insistently against your thigh. Even clothed, you could feel the girth of it.

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he demanded, his voice low and husky.

“Your cock,” you gasped, your fingers still working furiously at your clit. “I need to feel you inside me.”

James's grip on the camera tightened. He chuckled low in his throat. "How about I give you a command?" he suggested. "And you follow it exactly."

You nodded eagerly, your body humming with need. "Yes," you breathed, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart.

He lifted the camera higher, framing you perfectly. "Suck my cock while I record," he instructed.

Your pulse quickened even more at his words, the thought of performing for him, of being watched so intimately, sending a thrill through you. You moved without hesitation, dropping to your knees before him. The cool air of the room brushed against your skin, making you shiver, but the heat radiating from James soon warmed you.

James adjusted the camera, ensuring every angle would be captured. His breath hitched as you reached out, your fingers curling around the waistband of his pants. You looked up at him, meeting his gaze through the lens, and slowly began to pull his pants down. Your hands trembled slightly with eagerness, but you maintained eye contact, letting him see the hunger in your eyes.

His cock sprang free, already hard and eager for your touch. You wrapped your fingers around it, feeling the warmth and hardness against your palm. A soft gasp escaped you at the sensation, and you saw James's eyes darken with desire as he watched you.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice rough with pleasure.

Encouraged, you leaned in closer, your lips brushing against the tip of his cock. The taste of him, slightly salty and utterly intoxicating, made your mouth water. You flicked your tongue out, tasting him fully, delighting in the way his hips twitched beneath your ministrations.

James groaned, his fingers tightening on the camera as he recorded every second. "That's it," he urged, his voice strained. "Take me in your mouth."

You obeyed, opening your mouth wider and taking him in. The head of his cock pressed against the back of your throat, and you swallowed reflexively, sucking gently. Your hand continued to stroke him, matching the rhythm of your mouth, as you worked to bring him pleasure.

The sounds in the room were intimate and raw—your wet slurping noises, James's ragged breaths, and the faint whirr of the camera. Each noise seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment, making the air crackle with electricity.

You glanced up again, your eyes locking with James's through the lens. He looked wild with desire, his chest heaving with each breath, and you felt a surge of pride and arousal at being able to elicit such a response from him.

James's free hand came to rest on the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. "Fuck, you look so good like this," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Keep going, baby."

You moaned around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. His hips bucked involuntarily, and you took the opportunity to deepen your suction, sliding your mouth farther down his length.

James's grip on your hair tightened, guiding you as he thrust into your mouth. The sensation of being controlled, of being used for his pleasure, was incredibly arousing. You reveled in it, your own need growing with each passing second.

Your tongue swirled around him, exploring every inch of his shaft as you kept your eyes locked on his. Completely devoted to him, the connection you two shared was palpable with lust.

James's breathing grew more erratic, his movements becoming jerky as he neared his climax. "Fuck, I'm gonna come," he warned, his voice strained. "Where do you want it?"

You pulled off his cock, gasping for breath, and looked up at him with pleading eyes. "On my tits," you begged, your voice hoarse. "Please, James."

He didn't need to be told twice. With a low growl, he aimed his cock at your chest, his hand moving faster on his shaft. The first spurt of come hit your skin with surprising force, splattering across your breasts. You gasped and the sensation of his hot release settling onto your skin.

James continued to orgasm, his hips jerking as his release erupted from him. Wave after wave of hot cum coated your chest, the sticky substance pooling between your breasts and trailing down to your navel.

You stared up at him in awe, feeling a sense of accomplishment at having brought him to such an intense climax. He panted heavily, his face flushed with exertion, as he finally lowered the camera onto the dresser, its lens still focused on you two.

Wiping his hand across his forehead, "fuck, you're amazing," he whispered, his voice filled with admiration.

Rising to your feet, you smiled up at him, your body thrumming with satisfaction. "I love giving you a good show," you admitted, your voice soft and sincere.

James leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue swept into your mouth, tasting himself on you, and you moaned into the kiss, your body arching towards his.

"Now, I want to taste you.”

Before you could respond, he sank to his knees, his hands gripping your thighs. His tongue darted out, licking a long stripe from your entrance up to your clit. The sensation was electric, sending shivers down your spine.

“Oh, God,” you cried out, your body trembling with anticipation. “Don’t stop.”

James chuckled darkly, his tongue flicking back to your clit, circling it with relentless pressure. His fingers found their way to your entrance, slipping inside you with ease. You moaned loudly, your hips rocking against his hand, needing more.

“You’re so wet for me,” he murmured, his voice vibrating against your sensitive flesh. “Just from sucking my cock.”

His thumb pressed firmly against your clit, rubbing in time with his fingers thrusting inside you. The pleasure built higher and higher, threatening to overwhelm you. You could feel the orgasm hovering just on the edge, ready to rip out of your chest.

“I’m close,” you panted, your voice strangled with need. “Please, James, I need…”

“Come for me,” he growled, his thumb flicking rapidly over your clit. “Let go.”

The command pushed you over the edge. Your body convulsed, a scream of release tearing from your throat as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. James held you steady, his fingers and thumb working relentlessly until you collapsed against the vanity, gasping for breath.

He gathered you into his arms, cradling you close as you both fought to catch your breath.

“Mmm,” you hummed, nuzzling into his neck. "Do you have enough tape, I wanna take this to the bedroom."

James looked at you with wide eyes,

"Well, we can always record over something else."

Ooooh this is such a fun crossover! :0

NEEDY PROFILER OVERLOAD

You think so? Interesting. I always found him too pathetic to be vain.

Hey man, why did the deepest level of your subconscious thoughts manifest that?

I have been thinking about this man nonstop for the past 48 hours.

For the James smut asks, I wouldn't mind your list of what kinks you think he has

Heck yeah nonnie, I sure can do that!

Warnings: smut, impact play, a bit of unhealthy sexual behaviours

James Sunderland kinks headcanons:

Praise/Humiliation kink: to you, he’s always willing to show you and himself how good of a partner he can be. He’s attentive, gentle and constantly praises and compliments you in the moment: how good you’re making him feel, how great you’re taking it or how fucking ready he’s to do anything you want. For him, he’ll enjoy either. Taking a slap hearing how pathetic he is for oozing pre-cum for you when you barely touched him? Heck yeah. Hearing gentle murmurs calling him “good boy” and how good he fucks you? He’s the happiest man.

Talking about slapping him - he will like impact play He asks for you to do that at one point and if you’re on board - he’ll ask for you to do that from time to time when he’s in the mood. Slapping across the cheek, or tugging his head by the hair. He’d be into that at times, his feelings of guilt and self-hatred never leaving for good. I believe he’ll also be not very knowledgeable about proper BDSM rules, so learning how to do stuff ethically will be on you, unfortunately. It will never delve into something very deep, so just mutual agreement before doing some things, or him asking to do something explicitly + safe word would do. I don’t think his habits would be very healthy tbh though. I don’t think he’d ever want to be rough with you in return. Though, if you’d ask him to spank your butt - he’d do that and enjoy it.

One thing that is also crossing borders with his tendencies is edge play. He’ll be a pathetic whimpering mess after a few times you deny him his orgasm. I don’t think he’ll be able to last for long, but a few rounds is something he could do. He’ll beg for you and cry when you stop and force him to wait yet again, yet he’s enjoying every second of it and the way the orgasm feels when you allow him to reach his peak at last. It’s the mix of emotional impact and the way it physically feels for him. With you he tried an edge play a few times - but you’re so pliant and sweet, that he cannot stop himself in time and with light chuckle he decides to just give you few orgasms instead.

⚠️NSFW warning under the cut. Just a random realization I had.⚠️

So since Griffin Rock is like.... known for its advanced technology... imagine the sex toys? Freaky ass thought, I know, but the thought occurred. I've been watching this show since I was a little kid, and now, as an 18 yr old, the thought came to mind.

Like, the rose toy vibrator and the hitachi wand were already a staple in the sex toy industry. Then we invented a showerhead SPECIALLY made for female masturbation, which was a game changer. Imagine what kinda shit Griffin Rock has?

Do what you will with that food for thought, yall.

Posting this political vent cuz I'm more anonymous on here than my other acc.

I wanna fucking cry. I'm Korean and Puerto Rican. My family consists of African Americans, Koreans, Puerto Ricans, and Mexicans. I'm pansexual, some folks in my family are pansexual or bisexual. I'm a girl, among all of the other girls and women in my family. We're lower middle class, I have ADHD, and so do my other folks. I have Depression and Anxiety, like some of my other folks. My grandma is widowed and Jewish. My friends are from various groups. Some are trans, some are Muslim, some are Jewish, some are Afro-Latino, etc. What's gonna happen to us? I want to disappear. The world is melting. As kids, we were promised that we can be anything. Well, I wanna be dead. My daddy told me that the world was my oyster. I'm 18 now, and by the time I reached my age, we overfished the world. We pawned off all of the pearls that we had promised future generations for our unsustainable, insatiable, lust for a piece of silky paper with a president who killed thousands. I love my country. I love my country. I love my country. I want to leave my country. God bless the land that was never free for me. God bless the land that had gone against everything whatever God we believe in stood for. God bless the land that was built upon slavery, exploitation, rape, and murder. Yes, god bless this land that was never ours to begin with.

God bless this land that has been overdrilled, god bless these animals we have overkilled, god bless the mess of the U.S. God bless the lord that is the man in the church who told us what God said as his spokesman even though God never approved of his sins that poured out of his mouth like the wine that spilled all over the land. The wine of the rich that flooded our homes with a sour taste because the grapes they fed us weren't ripe for us. We can choke on the mold, because no grapes will turn to wine for us. Because nothing beats a fine wine. We aren't old money. Most of us aren't.

God bless our vinegar because we aren't from rich blood, so we could never bleed such a delicacy.