#PEGGGINNNNG ill never shut up about it. esp not if its my husband

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Crowwwwwwwww I'm thinking of trans Mountain crying while getting peggeddddddddd can u help pls 🙏

trans ghoul tuesday, all this pegging talk . . . you know i had to do it to 'em.

enjoy my love

"These really do fold up nicely, don't they?" Cumulus teases as she pins his knees to his ears. Mountain’s wet with slick and saliva, cunt puffy and red where the air ghoulette had been teasing him with her mouth. His clit twitches as Cumulus traces the head of the dildo against it, slow and even. Mountain moans at the pressure and digs his claws into the sheets. 

“You’re so pretty like this, sunflower,” she hums. “Been waiting so patiently for me to fuck you, huh?” He whines at her words, another rush of slick drooling out of his hole as he clenches around nothing. He’s always like this under her: wet, blushy, needy. 

Mountain’s mouth hangs open in a wordless cry as Cumulus drags the strap through his folds, so slick and velvety. “‘Lus, please,” he breathes. “Please, been so good for you.”

“Aw, you have, haven’t you, darling?” She rubs a soothing hand over the backs of his thighs, over the scattered marks just as purple as her toy. “And you’re still being so good, look how wet you are,” she coos, dipping a finger between his folds. Mountain moans softly as she swirls it around his entrance, smiling when it comes out glistening. 

Cumulus’ gaze flicks up to his face, flushed a deep pink. He bites his lip as he watches her hold up the slick-coated digit, hovering just in front of her face. She reaches up to him then, smearing her finger over his mouth, grazing ever so gently against the chipped fang poking out over his bottom lip. He moans, immediately darting his tongue out to taste, to welcome her into his mouth. 

“There you go, have a taste,” she purrs, petting his tongue as he suckles. She continues to stroke over the soft hair on the backs of his thighs, admiring the goosebumps that pop up in the wake of her touch. He throbs when she gives the sensitive skin a little pinch, his little dick so fat and full of blood even without her touching him. 

Mountain moans around her finger and bucks his hips, pleading with glassy, half-lidded eyes. 

“You want me to fuck you, little clover?” Cumulus pulls her finger from his mouth, a thin trail of saliva stringing out between its tip and the corner of his mouth. 

“Yes,” Mountain says eagerly. His legs are just barely beginning to tremble, and his clit still throbs with every little pinch. The earth ghoul wraps his hands along the backs of his knees, holding himself open for her. He cranes his neck back with a groan as she dips that finger in between his folds again, prodding slightly deeper and making his back bow off the bed. 

“Please, Lus,” he begs in a broken voice. 

Cumulus brushes his damp hair back away from his face with her free hand, tucking it back behind his horns. “Okay, okay my darling. Let me give you what you need.” She gives him one last thrust with her finger before she pulls away, teasing his plump clit on the way out. Mountain gives her a surprise trill in response, a noise that makes him blush with a thread of embarrassment. 

“That’s awfully cute, sunflower,” she smiles, rubbing the excess slick onto the toy. Cumulus presses her hands into the backs of his thighs, just below his own hands. The toy rests neatly between his folds as she thrusts slowly, taking her time slicking it up. There’s no shortage of it, not when Mountain whines and clenches out another glob that attaches itself right to the base of the strap. 

“Doing such a good job,” Cumulus chirps. She runs her hand over the silicone briskly to coat it the rest of the way. She rubs the tip of the toy around his entrance, teasing the first centimeter of it inside. Mountain’s nails dig into the flesh behind his knees, tendons flexing in his hands. The softest of noises bubbles up in his throat as he fights the urge to pull Cumulus in. 

The air ghoulette hums and presses more of her weight onto Mountain’s legs, slowly pushing the length of the toy in. 

“Fuck, that’s—oh—” is all he can say as she fills his cunt, stretching him just enough. She slides in easily, a fact she continues to praise him for, until her hips are flush against him. Cumulus gives a sympathetic groan as the earth ghoul huffs out little uh’s as he’s made to sit with her deep inside. 

Cumulus places little kisses to his calves, smiling at the way his eyes screw shut and his mouth hangs open. “Just what you wanted, huh, little clover?” She rolls her hips ever so slightly, earning another gasp. 

“Uh huh,” Mountain moans, pressing onto the toy with any leverage he can. “Please, ‘Lus, need you to fuck me.”

Cumulus leans down to capture his mouth in a tender kiss. She rolls her hips again, still kissing him sweetly. Mountain whines through his nose, letting go of his knees to grab at her face and lick against the seam of her mouth, trying to turn it filthy. 

The air ghoulette pulls away before he can get a proper taste. Mountain’s legs follow her body, unfurling to rest on her shoulders as she inches out, slow and deliberate. The earth ghoul’s trembling now, breath quick in anticipation. 

Without warning, she drives home, burying the toy to the hilt in his cunt. Mountain keens, thighs threatening to squeeze together as he throws his head back. She pulls out again, thrusting back into him with the same enthusiasm. His clit throbs with it, fat and flush in the middle of his folds.

It doesn’t take long to set a comfortable pace, one that has the earth ghoul whining steadily and clutching at the sheets. 

“So good, ‘Lus, fuck, so so good,” he starts babbling after a few minutes. He can barely keep his eyes open now, alternating between rolling back into his head and staring through droopy eyelids. 

“You look so good, So pretty on my cock, sunflower,” Cumulus praises. 

“Fuck.” Mountain’s hands roam over his chest at the comment, feeling himself up. 

“Even prettier when I touch you . . .” she trails off, running her hand down the earth ghoul’s leg and coming to rest just above his pubic bone. Her thrusts slow substantially, reaching a lazy, teasing pace. Mountain’s chest heaves, every nerve under her hand alight with need. Her hand dips lower, lower, lower, until: “Here.” Cumulus presses her thumb to Mountain’s clit just as she presses all the way in once more.

“Yes, like that, just like that,” he chokes out, stomach twitching with each pass over his dick. He’s almost dripping now, Cumulus’ toy sliding in and out of him with no real friction as she picks up speed again. She shifts the angle of her hips, focusing her thrusts upward and using her free fingers to press against Moutain’s lower belly as she thumbs his clit. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Mountain chants, slipping his own fingers under her thumb instead, guiding her hand to press more firmly against his abdomen. 

“That’s a good boy, darling, there you go.” Mountain groans long and loud at that, fingers stopping and starting against his length with each thrust. 

“‘M gonna cum, gonna—fuck oh fuck—” His moan cuts off as the wave of pleasure crashes over him, body spasming and bowing off the bed. Cumulus fucks him through it, slowing only when he collapses against the bed half a minute later, gasping and twitching, hand still idly circling over his clit. 

“‘Lus, please,” he begs, knees pressing together in front of her face. 

“Oh, I know you’ve got more in you, don’t you little clover,” she says, a little meanly. 

“W-wha—” Mountain barely has time to ask the question before Cumulus is flipping both of his legs to one side, holding him in a slight twist. She leans back and thrusts deep and hard, reveling in the confused and fucked-out look on his face. 

“Oh fuck oh no,” Moutnain says through ragged gasps. He’s still twitching and throbbing with overstimulation, forced to take what she gives him. It’s nothing less than the hottest thing she ever does to him. He can feel the tears prickling at the corners of his eyes already, threatening to spill in hot, angry lines down his cheeks. 

“Aw, let me see those sweet little tears, sunflower,” Cumulus purrs, digging her nails into his thighs. 

Mountain sobs as another orgasm rips through him, tears spilling from his squeezed-shut eyes, flowing freely.