What I WILL Write:

Random thought: How do we feel about pathetic James being a sub w/ a mommy kink?🤔

The thought occurred to me in the middle of class. Good god, my ADHD brain and her hyperfixations🫣

Why am I not surprised?

Guys, I got a crackfic smut idea. OG James x Remake James. Who's topping?

Or

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.

The Beauty of Free Will

James x G/N!READER

18+ Minors do not interact!

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

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

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

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

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

Free will is a beautiful thing.

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

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

That is the beauty of free will.

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

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

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

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

Free will is a beautiful thing.

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!! FOLLOWING YOU NOW!!!

@cheekycheesecake01 Some quick doots with cat Hank💙

NSFW under the cut, MDNI

Random thought, but like, imagine Graham fucking you over his desk???? Like idk, guys like Graham are either super vanilla or super freaky and something is telling me that he would totally be a freak. I could just imagine this man telling you to keep quiet while he has you bent over his desk since everyone is out of the house, but he's worried about someone coming in. I'm talking, hand over your mouth, slamming into you, grunting and moaning, and rubbing your clit or pumping your cock simultaneously while he tells you to be quiet and whispering all sorts of praises and dear god I might've found my next smut idea after handling a request🤭

The titty grab😭🫶🏻Somewhere in an alternate universe they're happy and healthy in their special place and OMG I'M LITERALLY NEW TO THE FANDOM AND AM SOBBING OVER THESE TWO💔

Mr. and Mrs. Sunderland 😌😏

He makes me feel so [REDACTED]😩💓

James Sunderland's eyes

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…”

While I'm doing that Salesman request, how about some Submissive James Sunderland headcanons to hold you over? (I desperately wanna finish this game but I have no time and am too much of a pussy)

Sub!James Sunderland Headcanons:

Minors, do not interact...18+

Never bratty, like at all. He might say something that is unintentionally bratty. But correct him, and he'll be a lot more mindful of what he says to you.

Loves serving you in any way possible. Cooking, cleaning, laundry, massaging you, pleasuring you, any way and every way.

Still, don't yell at him or degrade him. He's pretty sensitive, especially after Mary's verbal abuse. That, and he's also lowkey insecure himself. He hasn't had sex in a long time, and when he did, it was very vanilla. He knows he isn't exactly young, and he's even more insecure about taking supplements to get it up.

He likes being spanked, but only with soft impact, and don't ever slap him, choke him, or spit on him.

Lives for your praise. He has a very big praise kink and will do anything to hear you say those two special words. His dick gets hard just from hearing you call him a good boy. He'll put away grocceries and do the dishes, only to glance at you from the side. Breath clutched before releasing a euphoric huff when you praised him.

I've mentioned this before (and that post inspired this one) but he's got a mommy/daddy kink.

It's not to the extent of ageplay, but it's to the extent where he loves calling you mommy or daddy (depending on you) and relying on your judgement to make some (trivial) choices for him. For example, he might ask you to pick out his clothes for the day or ask you what he should eat.

"Mommy, what should I wear to go to work," "Daddy, what should I eat for lunch? Do you want some?" Things like that. (I'm researching gender neutral terminology for this right now, so please bear with me)

He has a thing for being quiet, but full-on gagging makes him panic, so he opts for sucking on your fingers, breasts, or whatever you have to offer him, depending on your body.

Extremely needy as a sub. He wants to be near you at all times, he wants your attention, he craves your praise, and sometimes your voice alone gets him off. Premature ejaculation is a curse (or a blessing in disguise...?) For him. Sometimes when you praise him, he loses all sense of control and cums on himself involuntarily without a single touch from you.

But you've trained him a little with some edging and orgasm denial, and now it's almost impossible for him to cum unless you give him explicit permission to. If you get a call from him late at night, just know he's whimpering and pathetically begging you to let him cum. And yes, he always thanks you profusely after cumming.

He doesn't verbally whine or complain if you deny him, but he whimpers. A lot. He whimpers like a puppy that had his paw stepped on. He'll cry a little, too. He's a soft masochist; he only wants soft punishments and soft belittlements. Instead of degrading, he wants to be talked to like a pet, sweet and a little condescending at times with a stroke of his hair. Instead of spitting and slapping, he wants kisses and excruciatingly pleasureful denial.

With that said, he's a dacryphilliac to a degree. He doesn't want to sob, but he doesn't mind shedding a tear or two; especially if you express satisfaction for it.

He's interested in light pet play. Padded collars and leashes, and could either bark for you or meow, depending on what you want. He's fine with either or some other pet except pony or pig.

He's shy about it, but he's very curious about prostate play. The first time he tried a prostate massager, you were watching him as he twitched, whimpered, moaned, and grinded against the soft mattress, hoping to angle the toy deeper all while he looked at you with a pout of embarassment and arousal. You could see his gaze, craving your approval and praise, as always. He fantasizes about you buying a remote-controlled one for him.

He started dipping his toe in the sissification pool. James doesn't like the extreme end of the spectrum. He's still new to this, and he isn't too fond of the idea of crossdressing to his knowledge as of right now. But if you put girly clips in his hair or a feminine ribbon around his wrists, he'll like it.