No Cuz, I'm Just Getting Into Silent Hill 2, And I Didn't Get It At First, But After Seeing Remake James

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

GRAHHHHHHHHHH

It took some time but here he is!!! He sure is putting his back into it :3

And he's enjoying it, too ✨

Go for it, James!!

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.

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 NEED THIS MAN SO FUCKING BADLY LIKE I WANT HIM TO FUCK ME SO BADLY LIKE YALL DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW BADLY I NEED HIM I WANT HIM I WANT HIM SO BADLY I'M TWEAKING TF OUT YALL HAVE NO IDEA HOW FERAL THIS SCENE MADE ME

EDIT: Why is my most liked post me being horny? Anyway, Salesman smut coming soon.

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.

Gavin Reed going down on the reader on a rainy day at their apartment while he ignores a call from work because you taste too good I mean whattttt who said that?

I need more metaphorical fanfics like ong this got my English literature nerd ass squealing with joy. You convey James' guilt and desire for human connection and euphoria so beautifully like I swearrrr I could annotate this bitch!

bliss

pairing: james sunderland x maria

cws/tags: p in v, oral, dubcon? (james is not into it), excessive metaphors

summary: if james and maria fucked or something??

a/n: idk even know how to describe this bc it's silent hill? like what is really happening here is subjective tbh

wc: 1k

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Despite being held captive by Maria’s heat, James is thinking of Mary the entire time. She’s hot on the surface, warm on the inside, cold in her organs, freezing in her bones, and empty of a soul. Her pink acrylics are like fire when she digs them into his skin. She can’t keep him forever, but he’ll be covered in scratch marks for days. 

Beauty is pain, pain is beauty, or however the old saying goes. 

Maria looks more like Mary when she’s naked. When the choker is off. It looks like a dog collar, he once told her. And how appropriate it is for someone who sat pretty on the side of his bed and begged for this – for scraps. That’s what this is. The leftovers of love that no one else will have – like rotten fruit, it was once good. All of this is bitter, but everyone needs to eat something, at least once in a while, right? It’s not a feast, but it’ll do.

Maria isn’t the kind of dog that barks, she whimpers, and it tugs at his heartstrings until they snap and his willpower unravels. She sheds leopard print like snakeskin, hues of violet, magenta, cranberry, fall to the floor all at once. 

Her skin is soft, breasts perky, pink-nippled, the kind you see in magazines. James plays with them like he does keys on a piano – not well-practiced, yet eliciting sound nonetheless. She’s quiet now – a rarity – likely because Laura is down the hall, asleep, unaware, as she should be. More often than not, she is loud. Her heels click-clack down the hallway towards his bedroom like a warning siren, coming closer, speeding up with every step like his heartbeat.

Even with her shoes on, Maria doesn’t reach James in stature. Neither did Mary, but she never tried to, never needed to — she was above him in every other way. She was ephemeral. Quiet and angelic in ballet flats, she could slip into bed without waking him up. Realistically, she took up a third of this bed at most, maybe a quarter at her sickest, but with her absence the entirety of it feels empty, hollow, like the stuffing’s been removed from the mattress too, though two people lay upon it. 

His name floats from Maria’s lips to his ear, breathless, asking for more than he can give. He wonders if this is what Mary sounded like when they did this sort of thing all those years ago. James remembers her voice, her singing in the passenger seat to the mixtape he made for their first Valentine’s Day together, her yelling at him in the hospital. But he doesn’t remember her moaning, not like this, not on the edge of bliss. Those weren’t the memories he held onto the tightest. 

Not with the same grip that he has on Maria’s hips, maintaining the most control he can while she’s the one on top. Not with the same grip Maria’s cunt has around his dick. She’s squeezing the life out of him, but it feels good, undeniably. Unfairly. Penance is a woman. 

She’s so wet he slipped right in, so wet he slipped up and told her, “goddamn, you’re wet”, caught by surprise because what had he done? His mouth hasn’t touched either pair of lips, and he plans to keep it that way. 

When she gets up, removing the warmth that surrounded him, he groans in frustration. It’s a noise that must be familiar to her. His immense vexation is the only thing larger than her infatuation with him. 

James looks down – something he’s avoided doing until now – and sees her crawling downwards, pressing kisses down his stomach. 

“What are you doing?” he says with zero amusement.

Staining him with dark red lipstick. Like wine or blood. Like before and after.

“Has no one ever done this to you?” she asks, and she takes hold of his cock, making him take in a sharp breath before he answers.

It’s like a stab right through the chest, knocking the wind out of him with the force of something unspoken.  

“No, I– I mean, yes, I’ve had this done to me before. I’m asking you why you’re doing this.”

“Why not? You won’t even have to look at me, I can be under the covers, and you won’t have to hear me talking. You can even pretend I’m someone–”

“Shut up,” he says with a force he’d forgotten he could muster as he shoves his cock down her throat. 

He could pretend it’s someone else – the same way he’s been pretending Maria is Mary for the past 30 minutes or so, but he’d never hurt Mary. He hated hearing the sound of her gagging. He always kept her from going too far. Who is it if not Mary? 

It doesn’t matter who I am. 

Could she be his psychiatrist who’s 60 years old and annoys him to the point that it makes him miss Maria? The woman at the dry cleaners or the cashier at the grocery store? Maybe he needs to get back into watching porn. His mind runs faster than his feet ever have to get to the answer. There is only disappointment at the end of that road, only white sheets covering the another illusion.                       

It's Maria's mouth that sputters, her throat that chokes around his cock even though it's not that big.

When she first caught a glimpse of it, she gave him that classic bullshit line, telling him how big it is, and he rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, well, it’s not small.”

“Just be normal, or as normal as you can be. I don’t want whatever this weird porn thing is that you’re doing.”

It makes it all seem fake. 

See, I’m real. 

Maybe, but not like Mary. 

Then again, maybe it's better if this is all fake so James and Maria are just marionette dolls in someone else’s fantasy, caught in a videotape. 

Maria doesn't need to be Mary, James doesn't need to be James. Instead, he pretends they’re both other people. She’s a nurse, he’s the doctor, she’s a mother, he’s the father.

James looks into her eyes when he’s on top of her, searching for something he’ll never find, until he gives up and flips her over and fucks her flat into the mattress. 

Maria is quiet only because she screams into the pillow. 

James is quiet because that’s how all tapes end. 

A click, static, then silence. 

STFU, NO WAY IN HELL DID AN INDIE TEAM DO THIS

James Sunderland's eyes

Benatar NSFW Alphabet

You got Puff Puff. Now it's Benatar edition! >:)

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

He's the sweetest. He'll run you a bath or a shower and massage you. Whether he was the top or you, acts of service is one or his love languages. He'll also make you tea and help you stretch after all of those positions.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

He loves his hands. He likes watching his fingers pleasure you, pin you down, pull you up, he just loves all of the things his fingers can do. On you? He likes your chest. He likes listening to your heartbeat, and if you have boobs, then of course he likes that. Pretty sure it was obvious in "Real Girl" what he likes....

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

He likes to keep things as minimal as possible with mess. So he'll gladly cum inside of you. Whether it's your mouth or your pussy, if you have one.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This guy seems like a polite, respectful, innocent gentleman in public, but he's genuinely a pervert in private with his lover. In private, he'll grope his lover and fondle them. He also has a stash of NSFW sketches he's made of characters he likes and writes erotic poetry. He's secretly a dacryphilliac (someone who gets sexual arousal from crying or watching someone cry.) He likes to feel needed, and he finds it adorable when you cry because he keeps edging you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had sex a few times during his college days and in past relationships. He knows about the female and the male anatomy. He's had sex with someone who was intersex, and he understands the ways to pleasure a human regardless of their genitals. He's also very responsible with safe sex. He stays consensual and communicative, he uses condoms, lubricant, dental dams, and finger cotts, and even after that, he still gets tested regularly for STIs. He's honestly the most responsible out of the four when it comes to sex.

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

He likes intimate positions. He loves missionary, mating press, and cuddlefucking. It's worth noting that Benatar loves these positions as both the giver and reciever. He loves being pounded in these positions or pounding you in these positions.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He's very serious during sex and poetic. He'll mutter sweet nothings as if they were prayers to you and only you.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He's fully shaved and makes sure everything is in order there with no razor burns or nicks.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

He's not the type to do friends with benefits or one night stands. He wants to have sex with someone he loves, and he is utterly devoted to you. He's extremely sweet, romantic, and gentle in bed.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

He does it every now and then. Most of the porn he occasionally watches is all softcore or romantic porn with plot.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

He adores art, so he loves shibari. He prefers to be the rigger, but he'll be the rope bunny if you want him to. He's also a bit of a voyeurist. He loves to draw erotic images of you, paint them, and he makes erotic poetry based on you. He also has a daddy kink. Not to the extent of being into DDLG/DDLB, but to the extent of getting turned on by the name. This goes without saying, he loves to feel needed by you and he loves taking care of you.

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

The bed. Always the bed. It feels more intimate that way. He would never do it anywhere else except his car one time.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you naked, seeing you pose for him, and wearing dainty fabrics such as lace. This isn't limited to just women, though. He likes lace on anyone.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Namecalling, slapping, choking, blood, spitting, raceplay, and harsh degradation (the most degrading he'd ever do would be speaking in a condescending tone or patronize you.) He also doesn't want to recieve that treatment either. He can be condescending and patronizing, but he can't take that himself. Very sensitive as a sub. Also, Benatar REFUSES to have sex anywhere that isn't the bed. He will never do shower sex because it's a safety hazard. He will never do it in hotels or motels (Imagine all the people that did that. Did they even wash those sheets?) And he won't do it in the kitchen (have some decency, we eat here!)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

This man treats oral sex like an art form. Whether it's sucking your or eating you out, he will take his time and savor it. 100% certified munch and prefers to give more than recieve.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Sometimes he's fast and a little rough if he's worked up. But for the most part, he's slow and deep. His thrusts are slow, but they're hard.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He HATES them. He doesn't want to do it anywhere except the bed and under no circumstances expect when you guys have all the time in the world.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He's willing to try a little. He's still the more conservative one in the group. He doesn't really like public play or displaying you or himself to anyone. He wants to keep things between you two behind closed doors.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

2 rounds at most. He gets really tired by the time he's done. He lasts about 7-13 minutes. He does try to last as long as possible, but there's only so much he can do.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't really use toys on himself. He prefers to use his hand and a condom since it's minimal clean-up and because of how low maintenance it is. Cleaning up his hand is better than cleaning up a toy. But if you want to use toys, he'd be willing to try them on himself or on you.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

This man hates to deny you of any pleasure.... but he also loves it. It depends, really. How good were you for him? If you were being a brat, he'll be teasing verbally and physically.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Very vocal. He moans loudly when he's dominant and whimpering when he's submissive.

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

He makes audioporn and sends it to you. He has a private account of Soundgasm where he makes audios just for you. These audios range from his masturbating, to him counting down for you to cum with his permission. Benatar is also trying to learn how to do erotic hypnosis.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average size of 5 inches when he's hard with a bit of a curve and circumcised. He's fairly girthy and knows how to angle himself right.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Fairly high. Ideally, he'd want to have sex 3-4 nights a week. But he's fine with 1-2 nights. He's horny like the rest of the gang, but not as mellow as Deejay and nowhere near as high as Puff Puff.

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

It depends. If he was the dominant one, he won't fall asleep until he knows that you're alright. If he was the submissive one, he'd fall asleep after 20 minutes.