#asks: pegged

[anniflamma]

Thank you for making this fandom exponentially hornier your service will never be forgotten king o7

You're welcome and here's more

[tojisun]

soap makes you peg him with a vibrating strap so he can turn up the intensity whenever he wants and feel your hips stutter and hear the noises you let out and how sweet you sound begging for him every time he does it

about this

YEAAAA oh god yea!!

they (because simon’s there, watching raptly) lull you to a false sense of being the dom only for johnny to flip the dynamic around, and have you pawing at him, shaking. begging.

and he says you sound so good. god, you sound so delicious.

“hen, look at ye, huh?” johnny croons. he’s flushed himself, breaths hitching at every shaky thrust from your strap, before he flashes his crinkled eyes at simon.

he gives his mate a nod. simon grins, wolfish, and finally fiddles with the dial that he’s been holding.

they both wait with bated breaths, their eyes glued to you, then—

a yell is ripped from your throat, your body spasming at the punching pleasure.

johnny laughs, twitching, his hand falling past your ass to swipe a finger along your slit and tug at the tail of a vibrator is shaking manically within you, surely pressing at your tender spots. he knows it really is because he had been all slack-jaw as he watched simon bully the little pink thing with fervent enthusiasm in your cunt, crooning how you’ll feel good soon.

he promised, after all. promised that you’ll enjoy johnny—he tries not to blush at the dismissive tone that simon used to describe him; like johnny’s just a body to fuck. promised that this will be a memorable night.

and lord, it is.

your strap fucks into him harder with every convulsing twitch from you, and his eyes roll to the back of his skull as the dildo digs at prostate.

christ.

johnny doesn’t know if he can ever get back to normal sex after this.

[gladiatorcunt]

Art seems like such a sub, like he’d be so down pathetic when he sits between your legs, back to your chest while you give him an hj. He whimpers while you whisper dirty things in his ear and shakes more with each pump OOH I NEED HOLY WATER 😭

he gives switch vibes with a sub lean for suuuuuuure 😮‍💨

cw: 18+ mdni, handjob, sub!art, set more in the college era, reader’s a switch too btw but art makes them feral, very loving tho, taking care of him after a tough practice, afab reader

“That’s it, just lie back on me. You must be feeling so sore.” You coo, caressing his biceps and getting into position on his bed.

You recline against the wall and open your legs. Art can’t hide the way his eyes light up as he eases onto the bed and swiftly turns around, resting his back against your chest with a soft sigh. You pick up on the groan he attempts to stifle in his palm, knowing how his muscles be absolutely aching right now.

It’s a big deal for you to show that you support him by showing up to his games and practices, so that’s what you doing earlier. You’ve always admired his determination when it comes to tennis, so you don’t mention that losing a college game isn’t the end of the world. Still, you won’t deprive yourself of the eye candy that comes in the form of your boyfriend sweating and grunting as he practices his drills.

Once it was over, he bounded over to you with a tired grin and jokingly pushed your face away when you tried to kiss him. “Angel, i’m all gross now.” He’d laugh, and you’d shut him up by licking some of the sweat of his cheek.

“Did I do good today?” He asks and looks up at you with his big eyes.

You’ll never not be grateful that he seeks out your approval like a dog with a bone, because you’ve never been so proud of someone in your entire life.

“You always do the best, babe.”

Art blushes and tilts his head back onto your shoulder. And for a cliché moment time stand still, the sunset outside casts an orange glow over the room and the two of you. Your boyfriend looks beautiful like this, eyes shut in exhaustion and nestled in your arms.

But you have other plans for the evening than just admiring your boyfriend, there will be plenty of that later during pillow talk.

Art cracks his eyes to see your hands trail down his arms to end up at his crotch. He’s so relaxed that he doesn’t squirm as much as he usually does, but he turns his head to nuzzle your shoulder.

You soothingly murmur to him, “My boy worked so hard today, i think he deserves a reward, don’t you?”

“I want whatever you have to give me.” He genuinely smiles into your skin, shifting his hips to push up against you palming his bulge.

And it’s true, he’d throw his head back like a whore and moan unabashedly no matter if you were edging him with a vibrator of if you were gently grinding your fat ass against his dripping cock.

You teasingly squeeze his clothed bulge and then dip your fingers under the waistband of his white boxer briefs. Thank god for the fact that Art likes to strip down as he soon as he gets back to his room after practice.

“Lift your hips for me, baby boy.” You tell him with a nip to his earlobe.

He sighs again as he gives you the suitable free space to push his underwear down enough to free his cock. It’s so long and pretty, such a good size too. Flushed blush pink at the tip and veiny, your mouth waters but giving your boyfriend head is a reward for a different day.

Art whines when you get your hands on his bare cock, “You know ‘m sensitive, feels so good already.”

“But your tears are so pretty when you’re overstimulated.” You peck his temple and lean your head on top of his, curling your hand around the base of his dick and steadily beginning to pump him. “You should be happy to cum as much as you want, sweets.”

He whimpers and spreads his legs over yours. You hook your feet around his and keep them there.

Pearls of precum bead to the tip of his cock, making the slide easier. You grip him tighter and move your wrist in quick circles as you speed up your thrusting.

“Oh- F-fuck!” He keens, latching onto your hips and arching his back against you.

“Shh, if you can’t handle this how are you supposed to handle my pussy? It’s so much tighter than my hand, baby, you’ve felt how warm and wet it is.”

He cums embarraingly quick when he gets like this, all doped up on how you make him melt. It’s adorable and a huge ego boost, but he can only cum inside you so much before he’s out like a light.

Art gasps at the mention of his treat, and awkwardly twists his torso around to face you, “I can handle it, can i have it now? Please please please please.”

“I don’t know…” You hum, pretending to consider his begging.

You clasp your fingers around his leaking dick and thumb the tip, spreading the precum. You fuck his length with your fist and you’re going so fast, you’re making a ‘thwop! thwop! thwop!’ sound.

“I think I want you to cum just like this, love.”

Art keens as you furiously jack him off. You rile him up by whispering in his ear.

“Got me so hot watching you today. Seeing the sweat on your body when you pulled up your shirt to wipe your face, i wanted to ride you into the ground.”

Art gapes, trying to kick his legs out on reflex but your ankles over his keep him right where you want him. He screws his eyes shut tightly and moans in between his babbling.

“Unh- unh- ‘s so good, gonna cum, can i cum? Please say i can cum, ‘m gonna burst- FUCK!”

You don’t know who’s crying more, Art or his cock. He’s leaking so much that you had to concentrate or you’ll lose your grip.

You don’t let up until he’s heaving a strangled cry and shooting his hips up, spilling on and over your hand like a fountain. He gets so sloppy with it, fucking himself with your fist through the aftershocks.

“That’s it, such a big load for me. I bet you were aching holding all that in, baby.”

And he’s so gorgeous, mouth open wide and tugging on his hair in random intervals. You grab his face with your free head and rub your thumb over his cheek. You let him come down at his own pace, and when he focuses his pretty eyes back on you, you bring your sticky hand to his mouth.

Art cleans his own mess, maintaining eye contact with you. The fierce tomato red blush he’s sporting deepens. You wink at him and slurp up an equal amount of his cum, like a couple sharing a milkshake in an old fashion diner.

[skycowboys]

Shoot sorry, tumblr ate the original Ask of "why is Peg so mean to Scrubs?" Here's my answer -

It's not very common, but sometimes a mare is just mean. I've seen mean mares start as dominant mares that are pushed and shoved into aggression by everything from bad training to a bad herd dynamic. Often times there's a negative human element involved.

You know………like Scrubs. It's a bad feedback loop of aggression with them. He's harsh because she's harsh and on and on.

Mean mares take a lot of time, skill, and patient handling to soften, so unless she comes across a better handler that can deal with her horrific attitude and/or he finds a pegasus that tolerates his heavy hand without fighting back, they'll probably just stay in their current """"equalibrium""""".

~ Larn

[anyataylorjoys]

YELLOWJACKETS (2021— ) S2E03: Digestif

[jesuistrestriste]

imagine playing a round of never have i ever with patrick and art like ofc patrick drinks every. single. time. the things you and art ask get very out of hand but patrick just smiles dumbly while taking a sip of his drink. art looks kinda horrified while you just ask “SERIOUSLY?????”

helpp patrick is such a FREAK. i know he would be getting wasted just sitting there and drinking for the wildest ones

like art’s being dumb and tipsy and says “never have i ever.. gotten my ‘salad tossed’..”

and he’s giggling bc he wants to see if you’ll drink, but the two of u are immediately aware of the fact that pat is raising his cup and gulping down his alcohol . he finishes and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and just looks at you guys like “what?”

the whole scene basically looks like this

[devotion-disorder]

For Noel and Kuuya, I’m gonna be a lil’ bit nasty.

What are their kinks? (Side note their names are really cute I love it.)

*rubs hands* aight here we go

Noel: bondage, biting/marking, oral, dacryphilia, toys, exhibitionism, edging, cockwarming, (slightly) corruption Kuuya: breeding, creampies, overstimulation, mutual masturbation, somnophilia, body worship, DEFO some kind of scent fetish, pegging, anything you're into really

[plutonicbees]

old news but I've been seeing ppl call johnny's alien lover a centipede and I feel that it should be known that she is literally just. hallucigenia with big eyes. human-sized hallucigenia with different head.

like if johnny ever happens to stumble across information on extinct cambrian ocean worms he'll be having some flashbacks.

[feketeribizli]

re marci's engineer: it'd be so funny if his engineer is a beautiful woman and F1 twitter is like "woaw... i love straight people 😻" meanwhile they post a screenshot of marci and the engineer but he has googoo eyes for one of the mechanics in it à la paul mescal - daisy edgar jones - phoebe bridgers photo

id love to be on f1twt objectifying him 🥰 no need for googoo eyes just his disposition alone is enough. to me. anyway meet marcis engineer berta!

[dungeonrabbits]

*munches*

i think bout this panel alot and how chilchuck was the only one not surprised overall, in fact, exasperated. did laios show him his 'super cool original monster do not steal™' before? just how much has laios told chilchuck bout his history and interests and vice verse.

laios never shows any particular surprise bout the information (besides the age thing and even then was tactful) we find out bout chilchuck later on too. and while the half-foot claims the party "keeps personal history private" there must be more going on here if laios of all people is allowed to call chilchuck 'chil', y'know?

[tojisun]

Thoughts on pegging? If you’re into it thoughts on pegging soap???

i have thoughts. many of them, in fact.

additional cw: breeding kink & unrealistic sex

it started off as a drunken joke between me and my friends but i kept tumbling the idea in my head and realized that i like it a little too much. that it wasn’t a haha moment for me—it’s a visceral turn-on.

just. the idea of climbing atop a man as i fist my strap-on, so grounded in how i must look (beautiful, maybe, with my matching colours of bra and strap).. the idea of folding his legs to his stomach, my stomach slotting perfectly on the underside of his thighs.. the idea of crooning reassurances as i guide the bulbed head to his puckering hole, watching the dildo glisten with the excess lube lathered on his skin.. the idea of watching him gasp out in pleasure, his face creased with his peaking euphoria—

oh.

oh i need it.

johnny would be so beautiful—all flushed and sweaty, his overgrown mohawk a mess with how much his hair’s been ruffled against the pillows. he’s blinking his wet eyes up at you, kiss-swollen lips gnawed on by his own teeth as he shakes in his anticipation.

“y’ready for me, baby?” you ask, breathless yourself because this is new. this is different.

all it was before was a maybe. a next time, if you want?

it never reached this point. never been a possibility. but here johnny is, laid before you, all giddy and excited, his blood thrumming with his own need.

“yeah,” he finally replies, a croak with how his voice sticks to his throat. “wan’ ye now.”

“okay,” you whisper, rubbing your hand softly on the dip of his hip, your thumb dimpling his skin. okay.

it’s all so careful, tender, but so, so messy. so wet and slippery. you totally missed your mark, and the silicone ended up rutting against johnny’s balls, making him hiss at the muted pleasure.

the two of you freeze, all noise snuffed out at your blunder. it takes johnny snorting out a half-smothered chortle for you to move again.

“shit, m’bad,” you grunt out, ignoring the way your cheeks begin to flood with warmth, burning you up from the base of your neck to the crown of your head, but johnny continues to sputter out his laughter, bulkier body shaking at his ecstatic giggles, and you pinch him in retaliation.

it only makes him bite back a smile, his cheeks round and red, and his eyes narrowed in contained-desire. and he looks so, so beautiful before you like this.

all loose and relaxed, trust handed over to you. he is so confident in himself; so sure of your ability to fuck him good even with your little nervous mistake.

he laughs because the unsureness is part of the thrill—watching you navigate through the flow of taking him, stumbling but resolute. just as desperate.

you huff, pitching forward just enough to nuzzle your nose on his jaw. “shut.”

johnny nips your cheek in reply.

the second time you line up your strap to his puckering hole, the two of you are wide-eyed, trembling, breaths coming out in ragged rasps.

you couldn’t tear your eyes off his hole when you push in—not even the sound of johnny’s quiet moan could make you falter—watching the tight ring expand, pink and glistening as more lube trickles down the shaft of your strap at every inch he takes. it’s all so sinful. debauched. sloppy.

“jesussss,” johnny rasps out, dizzy and aching, and he sounds so wrecked you that couldn’t help but drag your eyes away from his pretty hole to watch him.

you expected the fevered blush, the spit-slicked lips, the blown-wide pupils. but you didn’t expect how catastrophic it looks on johnny, so raw with his pleasure, so wild with his hunger.

he looks lost in the feeling, suspended within the moment, like all that exists is the euphoria razing through him.

you know that feeling. johnny has always filled you up to the point that your toes tingle and your cunt flutters and your mind is static like it is packed with cotton so you know where he is at right now. you just didn’t know how addicting it is to be the one to be giving out that feeling. to be the cause.

your core throbs, slick gathering between your thighs, and you whimper, unable to stop yourself, before you’re digging your feet into the mattress and fucking all of the remaining inches in.

johnny’s eyes bulge out, awareness snapping back into him. his jaw drops, his tongue lolling out uselessly, before a choked keen rumbles from the base of his throat—

your pelvis is pressed flush to his when he gargles out, “fu-huuuu!”

his cock is leaking, beads of pre- dribbling from his slit to stain his abdomen, dragging some patches of his hair into pearly-sheened clumps. you rut close, hips rolling softly, trying to nudge your strap into the sensitive part of his walls, and johnny huffs, breathing through his mouth as he tries to get used to the feeling of being filled. stuffed.

your need grows, mouth salivating.

you grin, so mean it passes off as a snarl, before you pull out, murmuring shushing noises at johnny’s hiccup, until all that’s left is the curved head of your dildo.

you don’t even know why you looked, what could it have been that compelled you, but you flit your eyes to your strap only to pause with a sharp intake of air.

the shaft of the silicone is shiny. drenched.

fuck—

you snap your hips forward, bullying all of your cock back into johnny’s walls. he screams, blunt nails clawing the sheets at the razing pleasure. your mind is screaming with only one thought—i know.

you know how it feels; how maddening it can be. how dizzying it will be.

how each thrust is too much and not enough, at the same time. how the feeling of getting fucked is like being set ablaze; like feeling euphoria lapping from the base of your feet and into the plane of your spine. and seeing johnny squirm, and hearing johnny sob—it makes you fuck him harder, faster, wanting to make him cum.

his cock bobs between you two angrily, flushed so prettily and leaking so, so much.

you almost giggle at how wet he is until johnny’s words pierces through you.

“deeper, bon,” he mewls, voice sticky with his tears. “wan’ you deeper.”

you tremble at the sight he makes, all so beautiful under you like this. begging so prettily like if he doesn’t, you wouldn’t give it to him. like you would hold his bliss above him and make him cry for it.

and you don’t know what is it that overtook you—you lean forward, brushing your nose with his—what it is that filled you up as you tremble, your skin dotted with goosebumps—but all you tell your boy, with your voice rasping out of you like a croon, is—

“y’sure, johnny? might make y’pregnant if i fuck any deeper.”

johnny’s breath stutters, his eyes going impossibly wider—

“fuck,” he hisses out. “fuckfuckfuck—”

sincere apologies but ive been. pondering

[gilverrwrites]

Idek if anyone else is into this but I can literally only think abt pegging Tim like idk I feel like he’d be such a good sub like I need him under me in some way shape or form

And he just loves to act like he’s in charge, he gets so cocky, but the moment you start easing into his tight, slutty little hole that big brain short-circuits. He’s all glassy eyes, and pink skinned, begging for more, promising he’ll be such a good boy if you fuck him deeper, harder, faster.

Wither he’s holding his legs apart by his knees, or you’re pressing his face into the pillows, he’s cock will be leaking in minutes, just painfully hard, pleading for attention. You can feel the frustration in in his tense muscles when you tell him ‘No touching’. He’s so fun to tease, getting louder and whinier the longer you make him wait for release.

[itsmommyforyou]

Wish I could have a dick so I could cum inside my partner

[l3viat8an]

Putting a collar ‘n leash on Lucifer <3

[oddsconvert]

nonhuman ! Whumpee! Nonhuman! Whumpee!

I got too excited and carried away, IM SORRY - IM GONNA RAMBLE 🙈

New non-human royal whumpee just dropped! 🤪

Prince Evander Viluf of Eireania.

Eldest son of King Espen and Queen Alora, big brother to the twin princesses Dorothea (Dotty) and Devora.

He has large antlers, like branches reaching for the sky, and they're usually dripping with the finest jewels. A long lion-like tail that whips about and sways with every step. His one golden eye is a physical manifestation of his ability to dreamwalk - entering another's dreams, observing and manipulating their subconscious.

When Malachi, the long-feared warlord storms the kingdom, he slays the king and queen and seizes the throne, reducing the once-proud Prince Evander to a mere trophy/a pet...

“Surrender to me, little noble. Relinquish the throne… and I will spare your sisters. Defy me, and I will make them suffer a thousand deaths. And I promise, your highness, that you will beg me for the same fate as their sorry souls, but I shan’t let you off so lightly. No. That would be mercy."

[ecstarry]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! ❤️

hi hiii <33 this is a cute one thank you sm babe <3

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