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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.

Reblogging for later, no, cuz tell me why I was also thinking of making an x reader where the reader takes the Salesman down a peg😭

A Game of Cat and Mouse - The Salesman x Fem!Reader

Follow Up Piece to: Freak of Nature On Display

Synopsis: Tired of being followed by the man in the grey suit, you decide the turn the tables

Warnings: Stalking, voyeurism, mentions of masturbation, the Salesman being kind of a sub

He was following you again. The man in the grey suit with the brown leather briefcase that probably cost more than you earned in a month. You clocked him about 100 yards back, his reflection visible in a shop window. You didn’t know how long you’d been playing this game of cat and mouse for. Any normal person would have been terrified at the prospect of being stalked, but there was something about the man who followed you that you found undeniably attractive. The day after he’d paid for your coffee, he was back out on the park bench, watching you from afar. You pretended not to notice him, going about your work as if he wasn’t there. Some days however, he would sit with you, making idle conversation as you watched the world pass by. You knew he followed you home, and one night you saw him sitting outside the restaurant across from you apartment. He noticed you too and raised his glass of soju in acknowledgement.

What was it that drew him to you? You weren’t anything special, weren’t anyone important. You were just you. You led a mundane life, filled with days that were all pretty much the same. Perhaps that was why you liked your new stalker; he injected the excitement that was so desperately missing from your world. You knew nothing about him, not even his name, but you were sure he knew lots about you.

You weren’t far from your apartment now, only two more minutes and you be safely behind your door. But you were tired of being safe; you wanted to see your grey suited man again, wanted to hear his voice, wanted to watch the wild way his almond eyes explored your body. You ducked round a corner, backtracking through an alleyway that ran down the side of your apartment. You could see your grey suited man from behind now, an angle you’d never seen before. He looked good from behind, with perfect posture, and an ass that looked great in his suit. He stopped, noticing you were no longer in front of him. you couldn’t see his face, couldn’t see the confused expression that flitted across his perfect features. Sneaking up behind him, you waited until you were inches away from him before whispering into his ear. “I guess this time I’m the cat, and you’re the mouse.”

He swivelled around to meet you, his eyes blazing with an expression you couldn’t read. “You’re not the only one with tricks up your sleeve, Mr Grey Suit,” you smiled, watching his eyes widen as he took you in. No one had ever bested him before, but you’d managed to outsmart him today. “Clever girl,” he purred, “I enjoy our little game.” You’d left him speechless that day at the coffee house, and today was no exception. You were so much more than he ever could have dreamed of, so suited to his needs and desires that he wasn’t sure he could hold back much longer. He liked playing with your mind, but he longed to play with your body too. He wanted to feel you squirm against him, wanted to hear you moan for him as he figured out how far he could push you. “Will you be dining across the street tonight?” you asked, fiddling with the top button of your shirt. He shifted in his Prada loafers, a flash of hunger in his eyes. “Potentially,” he mused, “or perhaps I might find an alternative option to satisfy my tastes.” You both knew he was lying; he was far too hooked on you to get his kicks elsewhere. “Shame,” you pouted, knowing you had him right where you wanted him. “I was going to give you a little show. Maybe next time.” With that, you turned on your heel and left your grey-suited man standing dumbstruck in the street.

That night, he was in his usual spot outside the restaurant. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Your grey suited stalker was becoming predictable now. But, you’d promised him a show, and a show he would get. You nudged the curtain open just a touch, enough that he could see you from where he was sitting.

He watched you from across the street, saw you move the curtain and give him full view of your figure. You were wearing nothing but a tiny silk robe, the dusty mauve colour the perfect contrast against your skin. You unbelted the robe achingly slowly, and he could feel his erection pushing against the fabric of his pants. The robe fell to the floor, and you stood in a matching lingerie set, your fingers running up and down your body. You were teasing him, toying with him. He’d never been teased before, and he aching cock responded to you in a way he’d never felt before. he shifted in his seat, desperate to quell the rising sensation of unbearable lust. He watched you slip your bra strap down, watched as you slowly lowered the cup just enough to show him the faintest outline of your breast. He audibly groaned, downing his glass of soju to quieten his desire. If he knocked on the door, would you let him in? He’d never been at the mercy of someone before, always being the one who played with people. But you seemed to enjoy torturing him. As if reading his mind, you shook your head, your finger delicately tracing your nipple. No, you wouldn’t let him in tonight. But he’d need you soon, otherwise he might go insane.

That night he pleasured himself to the image of you in your apartment, the delicate lingerie so perfectly contouring your curves. He’d have you soon, there was no doubt about that. You were a tease, but he hadn’t fully shown you what he was capable of yet.

Yall, I need to make some better smut for the YFM fandom. Cuz I've only seen 2, and the rest was omorashi which isn't... I mean.... not my thing....

Anyway, feel free to request within boundaries.

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.

What can I say? James always was a perfectionist.

Quick Petplay Headcanons with James:

18+ Petplay mentioned

He's fine with being any animal except for pony or pig.

But he does prefer to be a kitten or puppy.

He doesn't mind being a bunny if you want him to shut up and just listen to you.

As a kitten or puppy, he wants that collar on him at all times, if you're fucking him, he wants a leash so you could pull him and drag him around.

As a kitten, he's quieter, timid, affecionate, and occasionally playful in a snappy way. He might nibble your hand or swat at something you're holding. Or, actually lay on your things and tap on your hand if you try to drag it out. This is the closest you'll ever get to him being bratty. He does talk in this role, but not that much. When he does talk, it's affectionate, playful, and needy.... but his stubborn body language says otherwise.... like a cat.

He makes biscuits into your blankets.

He also has an accurate "Mrrrp?" Purring sound.

Likes playing with thread and yarn or anything that dangles.

As a puppy, he's louder.... much louder. Barking, whimpering, lapping you up, panting, etc. He's extremely needy, whiny, and pathetic. You'll be well aware of this when he roleplays as a puppy because he's a yapper. Most of his words are simple since puppies aren't known for their intelligence, they're just happy to see you and submissive in a loud way. He'll speak using one word to a sentence at most.

He fidgets his foot to simulate him wagging his tail.

He likes playing with balls (including yours, if you have them)

He puts his leash in his mouth and crawls up to you, looking all giddy.

As a bunny, he is absolutely silent. The only sound he'll ever make is him snacking on a carrot in tiny nibbles.

Depending on the size, it can take him 5 minutes to 5 hours for him to take a single carrot (this may or may not be a euphemism for something else that may or may not apply to you depending on you)

Very good at hopping and riding, do what you will with that.

He is absolutely nonverbal in this role, but he is the most sexually active, too. (Y'know what they say about bunnies.)

When you fuck him, sometimes he'll make noises corresponding to what he's roleplaying as. So he'll bark, or meow, or pathetically have a carrot in his mouth.

Regardless of what animal he's playing as, he wants to be manhandled. Grab him by his leash, kiss him, tell him he's been a very good boy, and pound into him when you peg him or use what you have.

Considering bunnies mating tendencies, he does want to be the receiver of a pounding in the mating press position specifically.

Specifically, as a puppy, he'll start asking for your approval and farm for praise when he's getting railed, manhandled, spanked, etc.

ALRIGHT! Let's try this again! Stupid Tumblr primary secondary account..... Anywayyyyy

Hi there! My name is Cheeky Cheesecake, and I'm new to writing smut fanfic! I can do oneshots, headcanons, etc. I'm always down for requests! But please understand that I am in school and I have ADHD, so I do take a while to post. But when I do, I promise, you're gonna love it!😉

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What I WILL write:

NSFW within boundaries

LGBTQ+

Poly x reader

Disabled reader

Reader of color

Mentally ill reader

Ship fics (I'll try, I never did that)

Gentle femdom/gentle dom

Petplay

Fluffy smut

Angsty smut

Comfort smut

What I WON'T write:

Rape/Dubcon/noncon in general (I'm willing to write fanfics that discuss an SA victim reclaiming their sexuality as a sort of catharsis, but actual rape fantasies, I do not do.)

Underage/Aged up/Loli/Shota characters

Furry

Raceplay

Misogyny

Yandere/Stalking/Kidnapping

Fetishized age regression

Piss, shit, vomit, fart or foot fetish

Stepcest/incest

Any fetishism of the LGBTQ+ community.

Turning a gay character "straight" for the reader's sake.

Gore

Ageplay

Extreme degradation

Fandoms~💚

Please note that this list can expand at any given time :)

Your Favorite Martian

Sweet Home webtoon

Pigpen Webtoon

The Walking Dead Game seasons 1-3

The Last of Us

Transformers Rescue Bots

Detroit Become Human

Heavy Rain

Life is Strange

Squid Game

Silent Hill 2

Invincible is slowly becoming a fandom I write for (I'm getting into it)

He makes me feel so [REDACTED]😩💓

James Sunderland's eyes

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.

SEE, YOU GET IT, OMG, WE NEED TO BE FRIENDS CUZ THIS MAN LIKE THIS MAN I JUST SHSNSN

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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.