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"You Keep Your Eyes on Me"

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Salesman x G/N!Reader

18+ Smut, MDNI

Summary: Just a typical Friday night, playing some games with your favorite Salesman...

⚠️Tags/Warnings: Jump straight into action (no buildup), Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, G/N masturbation, Gunplay, filming, bone gag/gagging, edging, denial, praise, dick tapping, dacryphillia, degradation, pet names (doll, baby, puppy), a hint of petplay??? genital slapping (kept vague for G/N), sex toys/hitachi wand, spreader bar mentioned, handcuffs, mutual masturbation (Salesman is jerking it to the sight of you), mutual orgasm, cumshot, aftercare, the Salesman may be catching feelings🤔

Your eyes lazily gaze into the mirror, that soft red light shining back at you as you bit down on the silicone bone even harder. The cool, metal rings bounded by the leather straps leaving its imprints on your cheek. You shake the bar that parted your ankles, keeping your thighs wide open for him.

He is looming over you, with that typical smug smile of his. He extends the pole with the wand attached to it, before pressing it against your swollen sex. You shake violently, feeling the vibrations build up to your release until---

"Ohhh... not so fast. Patience." The Salesman says, pulling the pole away and massaging your shoulder. You growl through the gag and glare at him through the mirror. He cocks an eyebrow and says, "Slow and steady wins the race. Calm down, doll." That smile creeping into his voice before he sighs and settles between your thighs.

You watch with dilated pupils, the chains linking the leather cuffs rattling when you try to reach out and touch him. He steps back and waves the tip of his handgun as he says softly, "Ah, ah, ahh! No touching."

You let out a whine, making him chuckle before stepping closer once again. The room echoes with the jingle of his belt, before he springs out. His tip glistened in the shade of the pink tint the room provided. His precum dripping onto your stomach. He strokes himself slowly, teasing you with every stiff pump his fist made before lining himself up.... only to lightly slap his cock against your tender skin. You moan, resulting in his laughter slipping out of his lips before he pulls back once again...

When he steps to his spot, behind your back, he places his hands on your shoulders and begins to lightly rub them. You tense up at the sudden feeling of his firm, calloused hands gliding against your hot skin, but he hushes you and whispers in your ear, "Go on, doll, touch yourself. Do it for me to watch. Put on a show that I can watch now.... and forever..."

You both shift your gaze to the recorder that was propped onto a stand, facing the mirror. The piercing red light blinked and blended in with the lights that dangled from the ceiling. You knew he was recording, you both agreed to do so. But still... to think he'd be watching this later...

You look up at him, feeling a little self-conscious. The reality of your fantasy was finally settling in... you are being filmed for his pleasure, all while he plans to watch you perform. It seems as though he caught on, and he massages your shoulders more while he speaks softly, "Baby, it's just us. No one will see the video except me, and yourself, if you want to watch. If you want it to stop, then you can shake your handcuffs 3 times, and I'll stop everything. The recording, the scene, everything. Alright? This is just a game. But you always have the option to pause or quit."

You nod, feeling relieved by his reassurance of the safe signal you two settled upon prior to the scene. You go to reach for the wand, when the Salesman pulls it away and says, "I have a different idea for this round. Something challenging, but fun nonetheless. How about, you use your fingers to touch yourself, and you use my gun to get off?"

His hands graze your shoulder, before trailing down your arms only to stop at your nipples. He rubs the buds in circular motions before saying, "And don't worry about a thing. It's completely unloaded." He then takes out the revolver and spins the barrels in front of your eyes.

"See?" He asks, and sure enough, the barrel was completely empty. He circulates his rough fingers around your areola and flicks your nipples, feeling them firm up as an airy moan slips out from his lips. He presses up against your shoulder, his cock becoming more apparent in your face. He tears a package from his pocket and rolls on the rubber onto the gun. He grins and says playfully, "A condom on a gun. That's definitely something new! Huh?"

He hands you his gun, and waits patiently, the smile still plastered on his face. You hold the weapon, feeling it's cold hard weight against the palm of your hand that juxtaposed the warm, soft, slippery rubber that had been applied onto it. Carefully, you guided the gun between your thighs, brushing against your skin while the handle caused your handcuffs to clatter and jingle against each other. You fumbles with it, steel slapping steel, yet your skin wasn't slapping against his.

The Salesman sees this, and smiles. His fist slowly stroking himself at the sight of you struggling to simply insert the gun. He chuckles, and moans in satisfaction at your issue. He looks at you through the reflective glass and says, "Are you struggling, doll? Can't even do something as simple as this?" He grabs the gun from you and continues, "It's okay, I was expecting that. Allow me to do all of the work. You just sit there and look pretty."

You watch with wide eyes as he drags the cool steel against your skin. Your thighs flinch, but his hand pins one down, forcing you open. The veins on his hand pulse when he grips your thigh, slathering his precum on your skin. The Salesman bends over to whisper in your ear, "Very good. You're doing so well for me. Now, keep those legs open." With that, he carefully slips the tip of the weapon into your sex. You feel the cold rubber contrasting your heat, making your hole clutch around the gun.

He sees this through the mirror how your hole pulses from the adrenaline of the revolver. You leak with arousal and the sight of it alone made him want to finish right then and there. But this man had a disturbing amount of patience. He harshly slaps his rough palm against your sensitive spot, which caused you to yelp like a puppy through the bone gag. He laughs at your position and says, "Poor puppy, so sensitive and all I did was put it in. Keep biting that bone. It's the only way you'll ever learn to be quiet."

His words sent a rush of pleasure down your body, and when you were close, his warm demeanor drops immediately. He slaps your parts again, harder this time. He clutches your jaw and hisses out, "Did I say you could cum? Hm? No. I didn't. If you cum without my permission, you will be disqualified. If you're disqualified.... then..."

You mutter against the silicone bone that stayed propped in your mouth. The Salesman chuckles and leans his ear against your lips, his disheveled black hair tickling your nose as he says, "Sorry? Come again? I can't quite hear you."

You mutter again, making him fight back the urge to laugh at you. He grabs the tight leather straps and unbuckles the gag. He pulls the black bone away, drawing a string of saliva from your mouth while the rest poured out onto you.

You stretch your mouth, trying to relieve yourself from the discomfort of being contorted for so long when the Salesman tsks in a mocking fashion, "Look at what you've done! You poked a hole in my property!" He shows you the pierced gag, before petting your head and saying, "But it's okay. You'll pay for damages, right? We can work out your debt."

You frantically nod, tears welling up in your eyes from his smacking. He presses his cheek against yours and licks the salty trail down your face before he whispers, "Good puppy. I know you'll take accountability for your actions. I did train you, after all. Now then, what was that you were trying to tell me? What will happen if you are disqualified?"

Your predicament alone could bring you to tears. Spread open for some Salesman you met off the street in front of a mirror, deprived from pleasure, and yet still craving more of his games.

You choke back a sob from the sensual humiliation so you could speak, "If... I'm disqualified, I can't cum for 2 months." The Salesman beams at your response and replies in a condescending tone, "Correct! Such a smart puppy! What if you complain about your punishment?"

You sniffle and continue, "If I complain.... you double the punishment....4 months." He nods and extends the pole with the hitachi wand. He presses the vibrator against the swollen skin between your thighs before pushing the tip of the gun deeper into you. He pats your head and rests the pile onto your shoulder. A few hums muffled between his lips and then he speaks, "As I said before, you will touch yourself in front of this mirror for me to watch. You will not cum until I say so. I will set a timer, you have 30 minutes. With every whine, beg, or cry, I will add an additional 10 minutes, and if you moan... an extra 20 minutes will be added. Good luck doll, you will certainly need it."

You look at yourself, legs parted and reflected by the glass. You were glistening with sweat and the lubricant from the condom ran down your thighs. You press the wand against yourself, feeling the vibrations build up to pure pleasure only for you to push your cuffed wrists under the top and lift up the pole, stopping yourself from going over the edge. The Salesman spectates, jerking off and staring at you with a lustful gaze. His precum dripping and running down your shoulder while you fucked yourself in front of the mirror. You looked at the camera, which had been recording all along.

You avert your eyes, humiliated and flustered by your predicament. It was then that the Salesman holds your chin and turns it to the mirror while he said, "You keep your eyes on me."

It felt likes ages... but it's only been 2 minutes. Just 28 minutes to go.

When the time passed, and you were down to 2 minutes, the Salesman slaps his cock against your cheek as he says, "Look at you, baby. You're a natural. How about this, since you've been so good for me, I'll countdown. I'll count down from 10 to 0. When I get to 0, you can cum. The punishments for failing this are the same as the ones we spoke of. Now... 10... 9..."

The Salesman counts down, massaging your inner thigh and encouraging you, "Good, good. You're holding out just the way I taught you. Deep breath, in and out...yes... good job. 8...7....6....5...."

You try to steady your breathing, waiting for his permission. You briefly contract against the gun, throbbing as the vibrator sends waves of pleasure to your core. Your breaths stutter, but the Salesman slaps your inner thigh and pinches your nipple while he scolds, "Quit it, bitch! Not until I say so!" He lets out a breath, pumping himself and whispering in your ear, "There we go... slow and steady. Breathe.... 4...3...2....1...hold it...." The salesman keeps you on edge for 10 extra seconds, a few extra seconds of extrauciating pleasure, and then finally he says...

"0... congratulations, you have reached the end. Go on... you have my permission."

The gratifying euphoria of his calm but firm confirmation brought the throbbing hot sensation of you coming undone right before his very eyes. Your body ripples with pleasure as the room's pink hue highlighted the way your face contorted and relaxed from the high the Salesman had blessed you with. You could hear him let out a deep moan. That was when you felt your chest become covered in his cum. Thick ropes of his climax painted your skin and glistened from the room's atmosphere. You were both heaving, trying to calm down from the aftershocks of what had happened.

The Salesman unlocks the handcuffs that bounded you to the pole and the spreader bar. He rubs your limbs and kisses you on the head. He whispers, "You did such an amazing job, puppy. You're so good to me. I don't know what I did to get someone as sweet as you. Now then, let's play a new game. A bath game, this time. You wash me, and I'll wash you. Whoever finishes washing their partner first...hm... they can get a treat. How about it?"

You nod, giving him a shy smile while he wiped your tears. He is well aware of the intensity of this scene. Especially with the gunplay, you never did that before. While he doesn't know what you two are exactly, he does know that he, much to his surprise, gets concerned for you. He doesn't know why, but he seems to enjoy looking out for you.

He stretches your body, rubbing away the aches that remained from your games. He then wraps his arm around your shoulder, and carefully takes you to the bathroom.

In a quiet room, the hot water splashes while your chest presses against his. Despite the grey area in the relationship, you had to admit, it is pretty intimate. Even he thought the same. He is so used to having an empty house, and this aftercare after every session was causing something to change within him...

Whatever the case may be, the Salesman holds you close and speaks softly,

"You know... I could get used to this..."

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

James Sunderland's eyes

AI "art" isn't real art. I don't care if it's AI generated fanfiction, AI generated songs, AI generated paintings, I DON'T FUCKING CARE! IT WILL NEVER BE ART. IT'S MEANINGLESS. UTTERLY MEANINGLESS. AI ARTISTS? FUCK YOU, YALL AIN'T ARTISTS.

ai does not belong in creative spaces. period.

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

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IB level psychoanalysis essay on this right now.

An amorous moose asked:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, idk you, but if you like pathetic men who probably cry when they get topped, look at James Sunderland.

Tell me this mf wouldn't cry like a little bitch and beg for more when he gets fucked. Also, I am all up for writing male readers, so bro if you ever wanna get into Silent Hill 2 I gotchu😩🙏🏻

no thoughts just thinking of crybaby bottom men <3

crybaby men! who tense up when you first enter them, not because it hurts, you could never hurt them but from the sheer amount of euphoria they feel. is it okay for sex to feel this good?

crybaby men! who blabber thank you thank you thank you's! while you slowly get accustomed to their tight hole. he practically cums on the spot when he sees your cock distend his tummy.

crybaby men! who start bawling when you say you have to pull out. why would you need to do that? even if he wishes too, there's no way you could get him pregnant!

you grimace as you shealth yourself into his warm hole, your jaw clenches, and your hands that are holding the sheets in a vice grip begin ache as you hold back from completely fucking the words out of him.

soon after, he holds his hands over his face as he attempts to hide from you. his breath begins to hitch as he's at the cusp of breaking down.

why?

you begin to pull out slowly, your thoughts swim thinking you might've hurt him somehow yet he... stops you? his ankles wrap around your lower back, hindering you from pulling out.

"h-hey, look at me," you softly pry his hands of his face and you didn't expect to see the most debauched, fucked out face looking back at you.

you gulp as your heart rate begins to spike, just what was he doing to you?

you though you couldn't possibly get harder but just by looking at his face you stand corrected.

he's staring at you, misty eyed and drooling. brows furrowed and lips quivering.

"..re.." he mumbles. he pulls you down lower, tilting his head up ever so slightly as he leans in for a kiss. you're still recovering from this crazy development so you didn't catch what he said.

"w-what'd you say baby?"

"more, please..! feels t-too good, nghh.." he mewls on your lips before trapping them in a heated kiss. his tongue wriggles between your lips asking permission to explore the heated cavern of your mouth.

you open your mouth ever so slightly and that's all he needs before he's threading his fingers in your hair pushing you into him.

you had to pull back because you needed air and your nose was starting to sting from how rough he was kissing you.

he growled as you pulled away, cute.

"please.. i want you to f-fuck me.. your already in so deep..' he takes your hand and places it on his bulging stomach for emphasis. "you can't leave me like this.. i'll do anything! i'll be so good for you, please just fuck me!"

you smirked, were you really in a position to give him anything less? he was already ruined just from you putting it in.

when he begged so sexily how could you deny him?

yuuji itadori, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro naoya, denji, mark grayson, katsuki bakugo, keigo takami, gihun, and your favs.

WIP of Sub!James x Daddy!Reader

Minors do not interact. Also, TW: Internalized homophobia (from James's end)

More tags/warnings: Male reader, cockwarming, gay porn, male genitals mentioned for reader, daddy kink

"Um... How do I do this? Do I just... put it in my mouth?"

James asks while he looks up at you. His calloused hand stroked your inner thigh before spreading over your lap. You could tell by his quivering lip that he was nervous, terrified even. You two were still getting used to this, but James had never been with a man before you. He loves you, he wants you, but the act of putting you in him.... putting a man in him...? It felt.... repulsive.

But did he want to do this...? Yes. Yes! He's been fantasizing about it since forever! It's just.... difficult for him to start. You run your fingers through his dirty blonde hair and say, "Don't feel like you have to do anything. We can always stop."

James looks at you, and says, "I never... did this before. I don't know how to do it." You smile, stroking his hair and telling him, "Do what feels right. Lick it, suck it, kiss it, whatever feels good to you. You're gonna be great regardless, baby."

The second you said that to him.... he immediately started blushing and muttering a response. The topic of sex alone was embarrassing for James, let alone gay sex. But then when he got his barrings, he says, "I want to do it.... but... I-I'm kind of--"

"Scared?" You complete.

James nods. You pet his hair more, making him whimper as you say, "How about you keep it warm for me? You could put me in your mouth, and we could watch something. No actual sex, just helping me stay warm while we watch a movie. You could lay in my lap, watch a movie, and keep me in your mouth. If you want to stop, all you have to do is take me out."

He looks at you, his skin tinted a pink hue and his Adam's apple jiggling when he swallowed a breath of anxiety and rests his head on your thigh before unbuttoning your pajama pants. He was slow, shy, and sweet as he nervously met your gaze. Your waistband grinds against your bulge from his quivering hands, making you muffle a moan. James blushes and chokes on a breath when your cock protruded through the slit of your pants' buttons.

"Dear God!" James huffs, before modestly licking your tip and engulfing you in his mouth. You huff, and look down at him while he rests you into him, and he mutters what movie he wants to watch. It was some corny romance film that he overheard a few guys talking about at a bar. James, being a bit of a sap at heart, figured that it would've been a good time to watch it.

......

You absent-mindedly stroke James's hair as you watch the movie with him. Surprisingly, James still had his cheeks full of you and was very calm. He coos to the sensation of your delicate, firm hands brushing every strand. The feeling caused a wave of chills to wash over him as you two continued to watch. The film itself was.... interesting. For starters, it turned out to be a gay couple, which James didn't expect. The only times he's watched romcoms were with Mary long ago, and even then, they were always between a man and a woman. This was new for him.

Only it wasn't a romcom... it got a few laughs out of you two, but nothing would've prepared James for what would happen next...

The scene was set. A man with dark skin and fluffy coils for hair was cuddling against the other man, a tan and chubby guy. The man's smooth chest rubbed against the fuzzy curls of the other man's chest as their tongues slipped between each other's lips until the chubby one began to leave a trail of kisses down the fluffy-haired man's body.

James was stunned. He's never seen a scene between men that was so.... what were the words? Vile? Uncouth? Indecent? Unnatural? Repulsive? Perverted? Sinful?

No... it just wasn't right. It should be the woman on her knees for the man... not... whatever this was.... right?

Or.... no.... that's just not true....

But there was a small part of James that countered every remark, every lash, every guilty thought with the words he couldn't say, "Intimate, Loving, Erotic, Desirable, Sensual, Romantic, Wholesome..."

The scene continues, and now the chubby man is sweating and sliding the fluffy-haired man's cock into his mouth. His cheeks were hollowing themsleves and sliding with such ease, taking every inch until he gagged before releasing his grip to pump his lover with his fist with such haste and taking him back in. But not without a loud wet squelch from his saliva, making the other man bellow out a moan and thrust into the other's mouth.

The room filled with wet slaps, moans, squelches, and gagging as the scene unfolded for such a long time. James was speechless. He's never seen anything like it. Even the more raunchy films that he's seen in his past years were nothing compared to this. He could feel himself grow harder with every slap, gag, and grunt from the actors. He wanted to pry himself away from the TV, seeing something so... so... obscene! But he couldn't shake the feeling of curiousity. How would it feel to give? How would it feel to receive?

He can feel you, too. The way you're throbbing in his cheek, the way your veins refined themselves, the way you straightened out, the way your tip poked against his throat, and the way he could taste a foreign saltiness on his tongue. He wanted it. He wanted this so badly. He wished the actors were you two. He wished the fantasy between man and man were a reality, not just some guilty pleasure. He wanted--

Suddenly, one of the actors lets out a whine and says, "Cum on me, daddy!"

James choked, literally. Your hips bucked in response to the abrupt stimulation, making you pause the movie and say, "James, are you okay?"

He looks up at you... his dirty blonde bangs sticking to his forehead, cheeks flushed, and breath heavy. He was quiet before taking a chance to get off the couch and on his knees. With a vulnerable, subservient gaze and a coy tongue, his mouth opens up, and he points into the gaping hole.

Finally, he says sweetly,

"Can I... suck it, Daddy?"

And that's all for now! I'd really appreciate some feedback since I have never done mlm smut before! Lmk if I can do more or how to improve! Is the WIP good? Should I continue? Like... tell a girl how you feel!

I was just talking to a friend a few days back about this. Mary's voice acting was so raw and real. And for a PS2 game??? My jaw dropped hearing those deliverances.