#pegs writes

[jflemings]

— lovechild

pairing: jessie fleming x arsenal!reader

synopsis: your daughter accidentally exposes you and jessie’s relationship to the public

warnings: none

a/n: srry if ur name is piper 🫶🏼🫶🏼 also this fic is more kid-centric than initially planned but it’s cute. lmk if you want more of piper in any capacity bc i am more than willing to write it

“mum” piper says whilst holding tightly onto your hand, holding her ninja turtle raphael plush in her other hand as you walk into the change room “when can i wear mama’s jersey to a game?”

you bit your lip and placed your stuff down at your cubby, leaving some space to allow your five year old to sit down. she swings her legs as you dug through her ninja turtle backpack for the snacks you had packed her, handing them off and grabbing out your hair brush.

“when i’m dead” leah interjects from her own cubby “y/n you cannot put your kid in a chelsea jersey”

piper huffs “i wear it all the time at home!”

“y/n!” katie exclaims loudly before walking up to mia and stealing two of her crackers “you didn’t”

“guys she wears jessie’s jersey” you try to explain “it’s not like i’m putting her in a james or reiten shirt” rolling your eyes you turn to your shocked teammates.

there were many reasons why piper couldn’t go walking around in a blues shirt, one of them being that you and jessie weren’t publicly a couple. the two of you had somehow managed to keep your relationship totally private from the beginning, only interacting as rivals on the pitch before you’d go home and cuddle on the couch.

when you and jessie started seeing eachother you made it very clear that piper came first before anything. jessie, of course, had understood immediately and assured you that she wasn’t trying to barge in on the life that you and piper had created and that she was more than happy to follow your lead in the relationship when it came to her.

you had introduced jessie one afternoon on your day off and your daughter had taken an immediate liking to her. you didn’t know if it was the raspberry and white chocolate muffins that she had brought over or the fact that jessie had sat down with her and coloured whilst you finished up some laundry. it didn’t matter though, piper had talked her ear off about anything and everything whilst the two of them swapped coloured pencils and ate their muffins.

she piled question after question onto jessie, never dwelling on one answer for long before quickly moving onto the next thing. jessie didn’t mind, always answering simply and straight forward as the young girl babbled away contently. when you had finished putting the load of laundry on you returned back to where the pair were sitting happily, sitting down and grabbing your own colouring page so you could join.

when jess had left your apartment later that evening piper was quick to ask when she’d be back and if you knew she played for chelsea.

“yes, i know jessie plays for chelsea”

“auntie leah don’t like that”

“yeah katie” piper blows a raspberry at the irish woman cheekily before swatting her hand away as she tries to steal another cracker.

“so mummy when can i?”

katie ruffles her hair affectionately before picking the girl up and throwing her over her shoulder, making piper giggle loudly and forget waiting for your answer as she makes airplane noises and holds out one of her arms like a wing. you shake your head and follow them out of the change room to walk on the pitch, both katie and piper’s laughs echoing in the halls.

——

piper sits on the bench throughout the game with her raphael plush and plays with lotte, stealing glances at the chelsea bench when she sees that jessie isn’t on the pitch. guro spots her and waves, a cheeky grin on her face as she ducks behind fran to play a game of hide and seek. piper copies her, her small hands gripping onto lotte’s coat sleeve as she occupies herself before guro gets subbed on.

it’s when you go down during a tackle with niamh that her attention is drawn back to the game. she frowns deeply kicks her feet “that was mean of niamhy” she whispers, gripping the turtle toy tighter.

lotte looks at her “it’s just the game pip, you know that” she smiles “your mum’s tough though, nothing to worry about.”

you don’t waste any time getting back up and dusting yourself off before a long ball from kyra lands at your feet. you expertly weave through chelsea’s back line and find yourself an opportunity that lands in the back of the net past hampton’s fingertips, the sold out emirates crowd erupting as arsenal lead 3-1. piper jumps up and onto her feet quickly, holding onto lotte’s shoulder as she cheers and claps loudly for you.

the halftime whistle blows and piper allows herself to be carried back into the change room by katie, too distracted to notice she’s left her raphael where she was sitting. she sits through jonas and kim’s tactical and motivational speeches quietly before she reaches for the turtle toy. when she doesn’t feel it beside her like she expects, she begins to look around her frantically.

“mum” she whines, lifting her head up to look for you. when she can’t find you she scans the room for katie, only to not find her either. piper begins to panic as she digs her little arm through your bag, pulling all of your things out and over your cubby before emily comes over.

“what are you looking for pip?” she asks kindly as she squats down

“raph! i can’t find raph!” her bottom lip begins to wobble “emily i can’t find him!”

“okay, okay, he’s around. he’ll be here somewhere” the american soothes, catching the attention of lotte and kyra. once emily is sure he’s not hiding in a pocket, she packs all your stuff back into your bag and urges lotte and kyra to have a look around.

the two of them look under bags and coats and cubbies, quickly roping alessia into their search. “he’s gooone” the five year old all but wails as tears stream down her face “raph is gone”

you and katie return to the change room to a scene. piper is hoisted up on emily’s hip whilst kyra, lotte and lessi quickly put things back in their place with solum looks on their faces. your jaw drops as you rush to take your daughter off your teammate “what’s wrong?” you coo, wiping her cheeks.

piper sniffles and tucks her head into your neck “raph is gone mummy! no one can find him”

you rub your hand up and down her back soothingly “honey he’s not gone, he’s around here”

“no we looked he’s gone”

to avoid anymore tears you begin to bounce her slightly whilst walking back out to the pitch, piper’s cries now reduced to quiet sniffles in your neck.

you hand her off to lotte again, kissing her head and getting back on the pitch. kyra is subbed off ten minutes into the second half and immediately goes to sit by lotte and piper “did you leave him out here?” she asks softly whilst getting on her knees. lotte joins her and the two of them look under the bench and around the area, the australian getting up to ask other players and staff if they’ve seen your ninja turtle.

the search is fruitless and you slouch as kyra sits back down “i’m sorry piper, i’m sure mummy will buy you a new one”

piper wipes her eyes with the back of her hand “b-but mama got him for me! he’s special!”

kyra and lotte now suddenly understand the out of character outburst, giving eachother a sad look over her head as her little shoulders sag. lotte brushes stray hairs out of her face “i’m sure jessie will get you another one”

your daughter’s eyes widen “you can’t tell her, you can’t tell mama i lost him”

kyra furrows her brows “piper, your mama won’t be mad”

she shakes her head “i can’t tell her” piper stresses, holding her pinkie finger out for kyra to take “promise me you won’t tell”

the midfielder sighs but interlocks their pinkies anyway, a sad smile on her face “i promise” she whispers.

piper nods once and pinches her face as she turns her attention back to the game. she spots jessie and sinks into herself, half hiding behind kyra as she watches the canadian nutmeg leah. she snickers lightly at the thought of her auntie leah grumbling to herself like she does sometimes, her frown returning when she watches jessie frustratedly throw her arms when guro misses the net.

it’s only a few minutes later when she comes out of hiding at the sight of you running with the ball, alessia not fair behind calling for it. you cross it and lessi headers it in, your cheers seemingly echoing off of the sold out stadium as she jumps into your arms. the final whistle blows and piper remains reserved in fear that losing this game will mean that jessie is even more likely to get mad at her for losing her special raphael.

the teams shake hands and come off the pitch, leah and katie quickly throwing piper in the air in celebration. when her feet get back on the ground you’re quick to snatch her up and put her on your hip, her little legs locking around your waist securely as she squirms away from your hand that’s wiping at her face again.

piper pushes your hand and lays her head in the crook of your neck once again, making you frown at her behaviour. your daughter was a gunner through and through, even when the london derby came around, so for her to not even have a smile on your face broke your heart.

“piper, honey” you whisper “you didn’t find raph?”

piper sniffles and shakes her head in your neck. you place a hand on her head and lean your cheek on her forehead “i’m sorry baby, i’m sure mama will get you a new raph!”

you knew that she was disappointed, she had the whole set of teenage mutant ninja turtle plush toys and would alternate between the four of them whenever you went out.

raphael was for when you played chelsea or tottenham, because his bandana is red.

leonardo was for when the two of you got to watch a chelsea game, because his bandana is blue.

michelangelo was for when piper went to visit sam or katie, because he’s funny like them.

and donatello was for whenever, because he reminded her of jessie.

you thank all your lucky stars that piper hadn’t brought donatello, or else it really would’ve been a shit show.

you continue to soothe her as you wave to fans and idly talk to leah and kim, the two of them quickly coming over to see what was wrong. piper lifts her head and attentively listens to kim’s soft assurances, even if she didn’t believe them, nodding along and slightly smiling at the arsenal captain.

it’s when she sees jessie with fans over kim’s shoulder that she perks up immediately, her jaw dropping and beginning to squirm in your hold “mummy, mum, down. i want to get down please” she whines whilst pushing you.

you’re confused, and quite frankly shocked, at her sudden burst of energy but put her down without much fight. her feet hit the grass and she’s off running, her little legs carrying her as fast as she can go “mama! mama!” she yells as she pushes past emily.

jessie instinctively whips her head around at the sound of the little voice, squatting down and holding out her arms. piper barrels into the canadian and latches on “mama you found raph! you’ve got raph!”

jessie ignores the eyes that she knows are on the two of them and hoists piper up “you left him on the bench at half time”

piper’s lip wobbles as jessie puts the turtle into her hands, tears beginning to well again “i thought- i thought he was gone” she shakily says, wrapping her arms around your girlfriend’s neck “but you have him”

you bite your lip anxiously as you watch jessie and piper embrace, the look of shock across fan’s faces making you nervous. leah claps you on the shoulder “it’s fine, y/n” she says “it was bound to happen”

“i don’t even know if the public knew we were friends, let alone in a relationship” you whisper before beginning to walk over to the two of them, your brain on autopilot as you approach.

jessie gives you a shy smile over piper’s shoulder and her hand flexes against your daughter’s back. you can tell that she doesn’t know what to do in this situation, her otherwise confident demeanour being betrayed by the anxious look in her eyes.

“mama found raph” piper tells you excitedly as jessie adjusts her hold “he wasn’t gone i just left him on the bench”

she waves the toy in your face and you smile “i told you he wasn’t gone”

she nods shyly and plays with the tails of his bandana. emily comes up to the three of you smiling “you got him” she says excitedly, clearly relieved that she wasn’t going home without him.

“was on the bench” she replies before facing jessie again “i didn’t mean to leave him there mama”

jessie frowns “i know. it was an accident, accidents happen.”

the five year old nods again “so you’re not mad at me?”

the chelsea player’s jaw drops and she looks at you. you furrow your brows “why would mama be mad?”

“because i lost him and she got him for me” she answers you quietly, still playing with the red mask tails. it all seems to click for you. her outburst, her being so sure that he was gone, the anxiety. piper didn’t want jessie to be mad

“pip” jessie whispers, gaining her attention “there’s no reason for me to be mad about that. you got distracted and left him, it was an accident. you just need to be more careful that’s all”

she nods and smiles “i will, i promise” she tells jessie whilst holding out her pinkie. jessie smiles and links their pinkies before kissing her forehead gingerly, brushing hairs out of her face.

“did katie mess up your hair again?”

— —

later that evening the three of you are sitting in the living room watching a national geographic documentary about sea turtles. piper has all of her ninja turtles lined up and sitting against a throw pillow as she sits crisscrossed on the floor completely engrossed in the documentary.

your feet are resting on jessie’s lap and she idly runs her fingers up and down your shins, her eyes also glued to the tv. you snicker quietly at the two of them before your phone vibrates, a message from katie appearing on your lockscreen.

katie

send a link

katie

lovechild 🤣🤣 creasing

your brows furrow as you open her message, clicking the link to the tiktok she sent you.

the video is of a girl, early twenties maybe, wearing an arsenal jersey with a shocked look on her face. the sound is pretty funny, a low, short ‘huh’ playing in the background to go with her shocked expression. the text on the video says ‘when y/l/n’s daughter runs up to jessie fleming yelling mama after arsenal beat chelsea 4-1 at a sold out emirates’.

you clench your teeth and part your mouth slightly in an ‘oh no’ expression before opening the comments. quickly, people are met with the whole story. a fan that was at the game comments that piper had a toy in her hand during the first half but left it on the bench at half time and jessie had picked it up and taken it with her, and that piper had been upset until she’d seen it with her at the end of the game. replies ask if your daughter had actually called jessie mama, to which another fan confirmed, sparking more confusion.

multiple comment that they didn’t even know that you and jessie were friends, and others start to theorise that maybe the two of you had gone through IVF in secret and began to call piper your secret lovechild. from there it seemingly exploded. some user’s saying how unlikely it was because piper was five and jessie hadn’t moved to chelsea until she was three, and others said how she was from your previous relationship.

they weren’t wrong, piper was a product of a relationship you were in when you were twenty before you figured out you weren’t into men. you had gotten pregnant right before you broke up with him but had raised her as a single mother because he was still upset over the reason the two of you ended. it was a tough situation. piper wasn’t jessie’s biologically but that didn’t mean that she was her daughter any less.

you snicker and catch jessie’s attention “what are you laughing at?”

“people on tiktok think piper’s our lovechild” you wave your phone “it’s funny”

jessie smiles and shrugs “we didn’t even know eachother beyond playing against eachother for our national teams” she says quietly, turning her attention back to the tv.

“so?” you question “she basically is”

the midfielder cocks a brow “i’ve only been in her life for two years”

“doesn’t mean you’re not her mum” you point out, not missing the way jessie’s face softens before she goes back to running her fingers up and down your leg.

you toss your phone and sit up straighter “she calls you mama and you treat her like she’s your own. she’s got two mums. you and me.” you say sternly but softly, wanting to get the point across “biology doesn’t mean anything to me”

she squeezes your leg and nods her head “i know” she mumbles.

“mama” piper says abruptly “you’re not watching”

jessie is quick to look at your daughter sitting on the ground. she’s got a pout on and her brows are furrowed “sorry pip”

piper nods once firmly and turns back around, adjusting her turtle plushies so that they too are paying attention.

“does this mean she can wear my jersey next time we play against eachother?”

“if you can outrun my whole team, then sure”

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[blindmagdalena]

Complete Me

Summary: 18+ 2.5k homelander x reader, sub homelander, bottom homelander, mommy kink, pegging, large toy, lite belly bulge, restraints, praise kink, comeplay, schmoopy aftercare.

It's not always easy keeping the most powerful man in the world satisfied, but as far as he's concerned, you were made for the job. art by @krazyyy & used with permission!

There is a void in Homelander that he is unsure he will ever be able to fill.

But fuck if you don’t try your damnedest.

If he’s being honest, he never thought that sex with a human could compare to sex with another supe, but you’ve found tricks that curl his toes better than the clench of any Compound V charged hole could. You put his wrists in cuffs that he could snap with a thought, and whisper Don’t break those, baby. Or mommy won’t fuck you tonight.

He huffs and twists against them, but never breaks them. He listens to you. He’s obedient. He’s your good, good boy, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. The electric thrill of being bound by nothing but your will empowering these flimsy cuffs has him panting. He wants more from you, as he always does, and like the wicked, wonderful enabler you are, you give it to him.

When he first sees the toy you intend to use tonight, long, thick and barely contained by the harness you wear, he thinks you’re joking. “Christ, are you going to fuck me, or bludgeon me to death?” He asks, adjusting against his headboard. It doesn’t stop his cock from throbbing, steadily drooling precome onto his belly while his stomach churns in anticipation. “Don’t be a brat,” you reply, eyes glinting. He watches you spread a generous amount of lube along the girthy chunk of phallus-shaped silicone, his own neglected cock aching at the sight of it. “You said you wanted something big.” “Didn’t expect you to take it so literally,” he says wryly, mouth feeling dry as the bed dips with your weight. “Expected something, y’know, grand. Impressive. Bombastic.”

“My, my. Look at you and all your synonyms,” you purr, smiling. He jerks slightly when you put your hands on his ankles, drawing them slowly up his legs, spreading them out. He’s malleable under your hands, always is, legs falling open in a wanton splay.

“I’m a walking thesaurus,” he gives back sardonically, but his breath hitches with the way you squeeze his inner thighs before adjusting his legs on either side of you.

“I don’t think you’ll be walking anywhere after this,” you say, voice and expression both downright devilish.

He laughs breathlessly. He knows you won’t be able to hurt him, but the notion still sends a thrill trilling up and down his spine like a xylophone. He sucks a breath in through his teeth at the first warm, wet press of your fingers to his rim, circling it in slow, firm glides. Homelander nods. “Yeah, yeah, yes. M’ready.”

“Yes, what?” You push. He smiles. He loves that you push him like this, push him to say the things he wants to, but holds back from out of shame or embarrassment or both. He loves that you don’t let him hide from or deny himself the things that he wants. He loves you.

“Yes, mommy,” he exhales, despite his tongue feeling leaden in his mouth.

The smile you return is worth it. “Good. Take a deep breath, and lie down.”

He complies, sliding down the headboard until his arms are stretched above his head. You adjust yourself between his legs, gripping his ass in your palms to spread it wide, and as he breathes out, the obscenely large head of the toy presses against his slick rim.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he grouses, eyes widening.

“Breathe,” you encourage him, patiently massaging his rump. “Humans can stretch seven inches before anything tears. You’ll be fine. Trust me.” He scoffs, but he does trust you. He knows you won’t break him, wouldn’t if you could. He relaxes his head against the headboard and closes his eyes. It’s not that it hurts, but the pressure that builds as you spread his rim open around the fat head of the toy is intense and alien, more so than anything he’s used to. He twists the chains of the handcuffs, which groan precariously. You reach out to touch his wrist, hushing him. “Breathe, darling,” you remind him again, gentle and soothing. He screws his eyes shut, focusing on the feel of your fingers on his wrist, your other hand under his thigh, and breathes in deeply. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he keens, endlessly shifting and adjusting himself, though never pulling away from the girth of the toy slowly splitting him open.He shakes his head, faith wavering. “What the fuck, that’s not–it’s not going to fit,” he pants, trying to spread his legs further, but no matter how he angles himself, there’s no escaping the slow, aching pressure of the oversized silicone cock sliding into him.

“Shhhh,” you hush, holding the base of the cock in one hand while you use the other to stroke his thigh. “It’ll fit. You’re just poorly prepared,” you say. He can hear the smile in your voice. His cock gives a dripping throb at the pleasure in your voice, knowing that he’s impressing you, even as he complains.

“And whose fault is that?” He asks breathlessly, arching his back.

“Yours,” you answer, giving his ass a sharp little smack. He had asked for this, after all. He didn’t want you to wet or stretch him out too thoroughly. He wanted to feel it.

And feel it he does.

“Halfway there,” you murmur, close enough to kiss him now. He leans into it eagerly, savoring the gentle, plush press of your lips, gripping the chains of his cuffs, wishing he could touch you, even as he relishes this hold you have over him. He keens against your lips, opens up easily for the wet slide of your tongue only to suck at it, greedy for more, more, more. Your hips are almost flush with his. You’re so close, and he’s so full. The sheer size of it inside him doesn’t leave space for anything else, no thoughts or feelings about anything other than what’s happening, other than your touch and your warmth.  He’s panting now, giving sharp little bucks of his hips, though you remain stubbornly still. “It’s too big,” he moans, overwhelmed by this inescapable, full feeling. You soothe him with gentle sweeps of your hands up his thighs, his hips, his sides.

“You’re doing perfectly,” you tell him. He can hear your excitement, smell it in the air. He cracks his eyes open to gaze up at you, and flourishes under the open adoration he finds in your stare. The praise warms him. He adjusts himself again, but there’s no way to make this feel anything less than. He cannot minimize it, cannot escape it. His cock throbs, the leaking head bouncing against his stomach of its own accord. You give one last push, and he moans with your body finally slotting snugly against his, buried as deep as you’ll go. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Homelander nods fervently, swallowing back the lump in his throat. “Good, good, s’good, mmm…”

He leans into it when you touch his cheek, nuzzles your palm before pressing a wet kiss into it. You have a way of touching him that renders him senseless, used, but treasured. He knows that even when you’re done with him, when you have finished playing and this intensity is gone, he will not be left empty or alone. 

You’ll be there. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby,” you whisper. His breath hitches with excitement, the chains above his head clanking lightly against one another. He nods, bites down slowly on his tongue to hold back the little noise that threatens to slip from him when you pull almost halfway out, only to drive firmly back in. You don’t have to move very fast, the sheer size of the toy does most of the work for you, unraveling him with every movement. “Oh f-fuck, ffffuck, nnngh,” he groans, pulling on his bindings. The steel loop they’re hooked to groans precariously. His eyes snap open when you wrap your hands around his throat, slowly leaning your weight down on him. “Look at me,” you tell him, your own eyes clouded with arousal, pupils blown wide. His eyes flicker constantly to the wet part of your lips, aching to kiss them. You squeeze. You may not be strong enough to crush his windpipe, but it’s more than enough to restrict his airflow, to make him keenly aware of every breath he takes. You brace yourself that way, make him feel it as you settle into a steady rhythm, rocking in and out of him, the size of the toy making every push and pull twice as intense.

“There, that’s it. You’re taking me so well. Knew you would, baby. Always so good for me. You’re gonna make a mess for me, aren’t you? Come so hard, I bet you’ll mess up that pretty face,” you coo, the words going straight to his cock. The toy is too big, too unwieldy for you to fuck him fast, but the intensity of being carved in and out of by something so large is just as good.

“Y-yes,” he chokes out. “Yeah, yes, fuck, I’m fffucking–” He can’t think long enough to string a coherent sentence together. He chokes on his own breath when you move a hand from his throat to his belly, pushing down on it as you slide all the way back into him. “Look,” you tell him. He obeys, tipping his head down to see where your hand is, bleary-eyed and feeling as though he’s slipping outside of his own body. Where your hand is, he can see his own skin slightly distended around the sheer girth of the toy. Seeing this extension of you inside him, is dizzying, but the way you press your hand down on it nearly makes him come right then and there, a shiver running through his whole body.

He almost throws his head back, but you stop him, catching him by his hair. “No, no. Keep watching. Keep watching,” you tell him, your own voice thin, growing desperate. Your grip in his hair tightens and he moans for you. “Just like that. Good boy. Good boy.”

Keeping one hand in his hair, you move the other from his belly to his cock, taking it in a firm hold that sets his teeth on edge, biting back a high keening noise. His eyes snap wide open when you start to mercilessly pump it, no preamble or extra lube, just sudden and intense friction and pressure. He chokes on his own fumbling words, no longer holding himself back, openly gasping and making startled, desperate little noises. You look fucking thrilled. You give his hair another sharp tug, keeping it down, keeping his gaze on your hand stripping over his dick, and the barely visible swell of your cock grinding back and forth deep, deep inside him. “That’s it, baby,” you say breathlessly, sweat prickling on your skin, voice thin with exertion. “Show me how you come. Show me how you come on mommy’s cock.” Beyond the capacity for words, all he can do is let go a ragged sound halfway between a sob and a moan, screwing his eyes shut tight as the catastrophic crash of his orgasm overtakes him, his body locking up tight while his cock unloads a ribboning torrent of come so intense, it paints across his whole face, wetting his lips, his cheek, hanging heavily on his eyelashes, spraying all the way up to his hair. You thoroughly milk him of the experience, squeezing out every last drop with gradually slowing strokes, emptying him of the very last drop that spills out onto his stomach. Homelander feels fully outside of himself, transcendent from his physical form, free floating on an upward current of pure sensation. Not even the weight of the toy inside him can keep him tethered to reality, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he sinks down onto the bed, his arms dangling loosely from his bindings. Gradually, however, reality does slip back in. It’s a slow trickle of grounded touches: your fingers tapping on his thighs, his sides, his chest. You drag your nails carefully along his skin, eliciting goosebumps. You lure him back to his body not with demands, but with soothing, purposeful touches. With love.

The toy slides out slowly, and he lets go a tired breath with it. The warmth of you is gone, but only briefly. You’re quick to slide right back between his legs, minus the toy. One at a time, you free his hands, holding each one and lowering it to the bed. Every single moment of putting him back together is full of the same practice and care that you took him apart with.

You trail kisses up his body, the occasional hot slip of your tongue like a static shock. You lap at every drop of the mess he’s made of himself. Your lips feel like worship, your hands like reverence. He doesn’t feel used like something dirty or disposable, he feels like something that has been used and cherished.

His eyes flutter open as you cup his face. His lips spread in a lazy smile while you kiss him, cleaning away the salty mess of his come from his lips, his cheek. He rumbles contentedly when you bring your lips back to his and he can taste himself on them, his own movements languid and weak. He doesn’t bother trying to lift his hands. He’s too busy enjoying the way you tend to him, taking it upon yourself to set his limbs into comfortable positions before you lay down atop him, fingers in his hair, lips on his throat where you had previously been squeezing.

“How do you feel?” You ask eventually. “I’m fucking great,” is what he thinks he says, but to you, it comes out more like, “M’f’k’n’gr’t…”

You laugh softly, your love and affection so palpable in the sound, he wants to bury himself in it. “You were wonderful,” you say, your words settling over him more warmly than any blanket, warmer than the sun itself. He could bask beneath them forever. “So, so very good for me. You always are,” you say, punctuating your words with delicate butterfly kisses. “I love making you feel good. I love you.”

The first time you cared for him this way, he had fallen to pieces in your hands. Even now, there is the threat of it in how his eyes burn, prickling with tears, but he does not fall apart this time. Instead, he relaxes into your every touch, and lets himself feel freedom in this sense of deconstruction, knowing without a doubt that you will not leave him to pick up the shards alone.

“Love y’too,” he gives back slightly more coherently. “Why’d’ey m’ke ‘em th’big?”

“They make them bigger,” you answer, effortlessly understanding his slurred question.

The look he gives you makes you laugh again, a sharper bark of amusement. “Relax,” you tell him, stroking his hair. “I think we’re good. For now.”

“Fiend,” he accuses you affectionately, putting in the herculean effort to lift a hand to your cheek, stroking it with his thumb before he kisses you, melting into the warm, sweet aftermath of the session. He likes that you always tease him with more. It’s a clever way of assuring him that there will always be more to look forward to.

#homelander x reader #homelander x you #my writing #sublander #smut #homelander fanfiction #I DID IT the pegging fic has arrived #i have been struggling to write lately so it feels VERY good to finish something lol #enjoy!!!!

[tearsofcalamity]

handsy p2

⊹ character(s). satoru gojo ⊹ genre. n/sfw ⊹ tags. gn!reader (reader has a pussy/uses a strap but no pronouns used), dom!reader, sub!gojo, dacryphilia, pegging, toy usage (gojo receiving / vibrator, strap, onahole), degradation and praise (gojo receiving), hair pulling, overstimulation, face sitting, 69, cunnilingus, potentially unrealistic numbers of orgasms (gojo cums a lot), you ruin this man ⊹ part one here

teehee enjoyyyy

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI PLEASE!

"so, satoru, is it everything you hoped?"

you stared down with disdain at the man on your bed, raising a brow as he let out a small whimper.

drool trailed down the side of his lip, tear tracks freshly dried on his cheeks as he tried desperately to catch his breath. even as he spoke his next words, his hips continued to buck into the air.

"n-no more... hah... c-can't take it..."

you clicked your tongue, sliding the remote to his favorite vibrator up to the max setting once more.

satoru sobbed, fresh tears wetting his cheeks as he jolted, the toy buzzing just right against his abused prostate. a glob of precum leaked out of his tip, his fingers twisting the sheets beneath him as he squirmed.

his cock was red, sensitive beyond belief from the sheer number of dry orgasms he'd suffered through. you'd only granted him the mercy of touching his cock once, and he'd cum on the spot then—a mistake, clearly, since you refused to stimulate him there beyond that.

"ah, ah," you tutted, pushing his thighs down. "keep still. we're not done yet."

"please!"

"please what, 'toru? use your words," you scolded.

the man bit down on his lip hard, trying to stifle his noises. "c-can't—"

"now, you keep saying you can't, satoru, but you were the one who asked for this. 'make me cum ten times over', you said. well, what's the problem?"

you punctuated your chastisement with a sharp tug to his snow white hair, watching his mouth fall agape as he bucked his hips into the air again. you smacked his thigh.

"I told you, none of tha—"

"please touch me!" satoru wailed, cutting you off short. "fuck me, please, please— hah, ah! please! please, touch me, fuck me—"

you cut him off next, grabbing his chin and yanking him towards you. "how many times have you cum so far, 'toru?"

blue eyes filled with a pathetic gleam as he stared back at you, lip wobbling as he tried to sort through his fucked-out thoughts. you'd had him here for hours, and he wasn't even sure if his count was correct any longer.

"e... eight...?"

"very good," you purred. "so two more to go, right?"

his eyes blew wide, clarity filling them as your hand reached down to tug gently at his weeping cock, your other hand yanking the vibrator out of his ass.

satoru's mouth fell open in a silent scream as he flailed, broken moans escaping him as you touched his dick at last. he was conflicted between moving towards and shying away from your touch, body shaking like a leaf as your hand moved slick thanks to his abundant precum.

between his sobs, the man suddenly found your cunt right above his face. he hadn't even noticed you shift positions.

even in his stupor, he stuck his tongue out, lapping at your juices eagerly as he resisted the urge to grab onto your thighs and pull you down onto him.

you bit back a moan as his tongue writhed against your clit, sucking up everything you had to offer as he keened with abandon. you made sure to show him how good he was being as you ran your fingertip along his cockhead, swiping up his pre and using it to ease the slide of your hand.

you cupped your fist, hollowing it around his cock and glancing back at him, still going at your pussy like a man starved.

"haha... s-satoru, can you even breathe?"

"haahhnnn..." the man exhaled a loud whimper as he continued eating you out, trying so hard to keep his hips still. trying so hard to be good, just for you.

he had gotten his fair share of orgasms already, but he might actually die if he didn't get to cum while lapping up everything you had to give.

you moaned, pleased, smirking back at him.

"dumb little slut," you hummed. "thrust up into my hand like a good little whore. let's see you work for your orgasm."

satoru practically howled with pleasure at your affirmation, his hips thrusting wildly as he used your hand to get off. each mild touch sent him into a frenzy, and at last he couldn't help it, grasping onto your thighs to pull you closer as he thrust his tongue inside of you.

to his surprise (though he didn't have many thoughts going for him at the moment anyhow), you allowed this, only giving his thigh a warning squeeze as he continued thrusting and thrusting.

"hnnn! hhnngh!"

his whines were getting louder, muffled by your pussy as he continued his pleasurable ministrations. his tongue flicked your clit, and you bit your lip.

"g-good boy, 'toru, very good... go on, now, make me cum. you want to cum too, don't you?"

"hnnngh- hnn! haaah— ah!" you tried to ease your pressure, give him some space to breathe, but he refused to let go of your thighs until you came all over his face. a few muffled words, your name and 'please's escaped him from beneath your smothering weight.

after so many orgasms, it was clear it wasn't going to take much for the poor man to shoot his load this time. a warning whimper left his lips, and immediately following it, satoru latched onto your clit with his lips and sucked hard.

you let a moan of your own loose into the air, covering your mouth with your free hand as you felt that delightful little knot coiling in your belly snap. your juices gushed all over his face, his tongue flicking over your clit to prolong your release as he kept his mouth open so as to not let a single drop go to waste.

at the same time, satoru keened, ropes of cum shooting out of his cockhead with each thrust into your hand. his hips stuttered pathetically, trembling violently as he came down from his high.

you had to take a shaky exhale as you came down from your climax, reaching back to wrench off the man's hands. he whined softly as you moved away from his face, donning a completely fucked-out expression as he huffed and panted.

"one more to go, satoru."

"n-no... can't..."

satoru's tongue lolled past his lips, your slick still covering his face as he lay in a daze. he didn't even protest when you pushed your hand towards his face, licking weakly to clean his own cum off your fingers, driven solely by instinct.

his eyes were trained on the ceiling, focused entirely on the fuzz in his brain, the lingering pleasure from his ninth orgasm fizzling out just as your two fingers slid inside of him to check if he was still slick.

satoru's sudden scream was music to your ears.

"nice and loose, looks like all that work we did earlier really helped, hmm, 'toru?"

"yesss— hnghh— no! hurts, t-too much, w-wait—"

you pressed down right where his sweet spot was, his back bending into a pretty arch as you did so.

"aah! ah! p-please, more, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me—"

"greedy whore."

"y-yes!" he sobbed, eyes blown wide with pleasure as he felt a very familiar pressure against his rim, replacing the feeling of your fingers. "p-plea— oh!"

you practically took his breath away as you slid into him all in one fluid motion, the strap filling him to the brim and putting a delicious pressure on his g-spot.

but that wasn't all. the man froze up as he felt another sensation around his cock, a slick, tight, and erotic sort of sensation.

his eyes filled with tears at the sight of your wicked smirk, his cockhead sinking right into the fleshlight you had carefully prepared for him.

he didn't think it was even further possible after all he'd been through tonight, but one look at your eyes and he knew — he was going to get ruined.

you immediately began moving, shoving his cock into the onahole with vigor, slamming your hips against his ass.

the tears broke past satoru's eyes, slipping down his cheeks as he wailed into the air, fingers tearing the sheets as your strap pounded his deepest spots.

"y/n! y-y/n! too much! too much!" he sobbed, screaming, mouth agape as his tongue lolled. drool was beginning to pool on the pillow his head rested upon.

"look at you. moaning like a bitch in heat. you're such a pathetic little whore."

satoru was too far gone, your words muffled by the haze over his mind as his dick was thoroughly massaged by the toy, his prostate taking the steady pumps of your cock. each slam delivered a jolt of pure pleasure that caused him to tremble from head to toe.

"s-so good! ah! ah! hurts! more! aahhhnnn~!"

he didn't even have it in him to be embarrassed at the high-pitched keen he let out, his squeals and whines so loud that anyone in the next town over could likely hear him, even from the comfort of your bedroom.

you sped up both motions, the schlick, schlick, schlick of his cock in the toy accompanied by the smacking of skin on skin as you bottomed out inside of him.

"s-so deep— uhhnnn! fuck! fuck! g'na— please— deeper— harder!"

you complied, of course, gripping satoru's waist with one hand while your other squeezed the onahole, intent on wringing his cock dry.

satoru's jaw went lax, eyes glazed over. every pound to his prostate brought him closer and closer, the jelly-like material of the fleshlight rubbing right over that sweet, sweet spot beneath the head of his cock—

"g'na cum, g'na cum, y/n, y/n please, n-need it, need—"

"shhh, shhh. dumb little sluts don't need to think," you cooed, huffing out a laugh as you moved to pinch his tongue, watching as he instinctively began sucking on your thumb.

he only broke free from his suckling haze as his eyes went wide, a choked gasp leaving him as you pounded him harder, deeper, faster.

"c-cumming! cumming! g'na— c-cum, cum, cumming, please!"

you squeezed again, bullying his prostate just right, stroking his cock in just the way you knew drove him absolutely wild.

"go on, 'toru. cum for me."

"ah— aaaahhhh, fuck! fuuuuck!"

satoru choked on air, a broken wail echoing off the walls as he spurted into the onahole, hips bucking and trembling violently as you gradually slowed your thrusts. his thick, creamy cum overflowed the toy, flowing down over his cock and onto his tummy as he fought desperately to catch his breath, little spurts escaping his dick as he tried to regain control over his bodily functions.

you pulled out gently, drawing another whine from his lips, removing the onahole from around his pretty cock which caused yet another weakened noise.

"did so well," you cooed, brushing his sweat-slicked bangs away from his eyes. "look at you. so pretty when you cum, 'toru. did that feel good?"

all satoru could do was nod, his breathing ragged and irregular, his body still trembling minutely. you kissed away his tears, rubbing his hip as you lay down next to him.

"feel good?" you asked softly. "everything you wanted?"

the man whimpered a bit, tilting his head to bury into your neck, nodding gently again.

you trailed your fingers over the various bruises and marks you had left along his neck and shoulders earlier, smiling fondly.

"I'll call us out from work for tomorrow, mkay?"

when he pulled back with widened blue eyes, you chuckled.

"to give you a day to rest, satoru, not to fuck your brains out again. sure your cute ass is all sore now."

satoru pouted a bit, looking away.

"...I could handle it."

"oh, is that a challenge?"

at once, his pout dissipated into a sweet smile as he turned back to you, nerves causing his brow to twitch. he knew damn well he wasn't up for another 10 rounds.

"I didn't say anything at all~"

"right, right..."

"mmmm..." regaining a bit of his mind, satoru adjusted himself so he was cuddled right into you, a catlike grin on his face. "love you. thank you. felt really good."

you only laughed.

"love you too, satoru."

#n/sfw #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #jjk x reader #i feel like this is baaaad #but #HAD to write abt pegging gojo #and making him eat mad pussy #and making him cry and get fucked and whimper #ok listen #hes totally a whimperer #i know ive established this #but YOU KNOW!!! #anyways #(tosses it to u like a slab of meat to rabid dogs) #enjoy tumblr.... #katze's secret corner

[agentmarcuspike]

marcus pike x gn!reader

– written for PMAMC24

summary: marcus asks you for something he's wanted for some time... cws: pegging, use of a strap-on, reader doesn't have a penis, anal fingering, rimming, showering together, established romantic relationship (2+ years), lots of lube, wet wet wet (not the group), sweet sappy romance, cum play (?), coming untouched, pet names (baby, darling, good boy), begging a lil bit word count: 2.2k

“Do you love me?”

You’re on the couch with your legs resting in Marcus’ lap when he asks you. He’s been rubbing your feet absentmindedly for a while, his thighs unusually tense under your calves, and the question seems to come out of nowhere. It’s not like him at all to doubt your feelings for him, so you sit up to look at him when you answer.

“Of course, baby!” Your hand rests on his shoulder, and you squeeze it lightly. He squeezes your foot back, but his eyes still examine the carpet. “Why?” 

A heavy sigh escapes him when he finally looks at you, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. The warmth from his face almost reaches yours. 

“Even if I asked you something weird?” 

“Yes, Marcus, I’d still love you if you were a worm,” you jokingly comfort him. 

He laughs. “Good to know,” he says, no longer avoiding your eyes.

A few more seconds pass before he speaks again.

“A different kind of weird this time. It’s just something I’ve been thinking about lately… Don’t get me wrong, I’m not dissatisfied with our sex life or anything!” You raise your brows. So that’s what this is about. “There’s just something I’d like to try. If you’re up for it.”

You agree of course, there’s nothing to complain about when it comes to your intimate moments. It has never, during your two years together, gotten boring, monotonous, or uninteresting. You’ve tried out a few things, some kinks you’ve been curious about. A little bit of this and that. But you can’t imagine what Marcus would be so embarrassed to ask you for.

“Sometimes when we’re fucking…” he begins. Just hearing him say the word excites you. “I get a little jealous of you,” he admits after a pause.

You take a second to let it sink in. “Jealous?! Of me…?” Brows knit tight, you search his face for information. “While we’re fucking…?” 

Marcus throws his head back on the couch with a groan and grabs your legs, shaking them a little in frustration. “I thought this was a safe space!” 

You lean forward then, grabbing his face with both hands, kissing him on the lips. “It is! I’m sorry, it is! I just don’t understand!” you share with a laugh. Pulling away, you make sure he looks at you before you continue patiently, “Tell me more, please.”

“Well… I think it’s that, sometimes I wish I could have you inside of me the same way I’m inside of you. Don’t get me wrong, I love being inside of you,”

“Mm, I love that too,” you tease. 

“But I guess I wanna… I want to feel you. Inside of me. Everywhere, really, there’s nowhere I don’t want you, but…” He drifts off. 

“Marcus…” you begin. “Do you want me to peg you?”

“It sounds so unsexy when you say it like that.”

“Sorry. Marcus, do you want me to fill you up? Fuck you as good as you fuck me?”

“I do, I want that.” 

A few days later you both feel prepared. Finding a strap-on together, picking the lube, reading up on how to prepare. It’s all made you more and more excited, and when the night you’ve chosen finally arrives, the tension between you is almost thicker than it was right before your first time together. 

The evening starts off in the shower, where you help each other scrub down. 

Marcus’ skin is warm and soft against yours when you lie down beside him in bed. You trace a drop of water on his chest that has yet to dry with your finger, from his clavicle and down to his belly button, where it makes a little pool. A shiver runs through Marcus at the caress. His hair is still damp as you run your hands through it. Slow kisses turn more desperate, and you grab at each other everywhere but the places that scream the loudest for attention. 

When your hand eventually makes its way down to his groin he’s already hard and leaking precum. His breath hitches as you pump him lazily, a pained groan escaping him as his hips lift off the mattress to hurry your movements. 

His eagerness to have you in him is electric. Goosebumps on his skin tickle yours, and you swallow every sound he makes, your open mouth hovering over his. Once his eagerness turns to desperation, you lean in to whisper, lips brushing the shell of his ear: “Wanna take my time with you.”

Teasingly slow, not breaking eye contact, you make your way down the bed, and settle between his legs. You bend down, placing a kiss on his belly, nose brushing through his pubes as you move downwards. With careful hands, you slowly guide his thighs further apart until you have all of him open before you.

With the tip of your tongue, you shower his tight hole with little kitten licks, letting your tongue glide all the way up to his balls every now and then, sucking lightly on the sensitive skin. Stroking, touching, caressing every inch of skin you can reach, Marcus writhes under your touch, pushing himself into your face, wanting you closer, closer still. His cock twitches above you, so you reach a hand up to touch him. His hand shoots down to wrap around yours, speeding up your movements. 

“Slow, baby, slow,” you encourage. Your suggestion is only met with a whine.

“Are you so desperate for me to fill you up? Such a needy boy tonight?” 

His voice is hoarse with anticipation when he whispers a helpless “yes”. 

In no rush at all, you sit up to open the bottle of lube which lies ready on your nightstand. The transparent gel is cold on your fingers and you squeeze a generous amount onto your middle and index fingers before you turn back to Marcus. You press yourself into his side, chest flush with his bicep. Softly, slowly, your mouths find each other again, and your hand makes its way down. 

“Spread more for me, honey,” you instruct into his mouth. His thighs fall apart, and your fingers find his opening. You paint tiny circles, spreading the cold lube, pressing in ever so slightly. Marcus jumps a little at the contact, but soon he’s putty in your hands, losing himself in the feeling of your fingers gliding into him, slowly but surely. The first two knuckles of your middle finger are fully sheathed in him when you add more lube, making the transition to two fingers easier. 

The way he squeezes around your digits, warm and pulsing, is almost intoxicating, and you suddenly understand his jealousy. There’s no way for you to be closer to him than you are right now. He knows your insides, you know his. If you could, you’d open up his chest and crawl inside. Instead, you bury your face in his neck, enjoying the feeling of working him open, stretching him out. Little moans and gasps from him as you get deeper lets you know he likes it, and you curl your fingers upwards as you grind yourself against his thigh. 

“Do you want more?” You ask, almost answering yourself. Yes. 

“Yes,” he begs feebly. “Want you. Need you,” And he sounds so forlorn you can only oblige. 

The floor is cold under your feet as you get up. You’ve prepared the harness on your dresser already, so all you have to do is strap it on. On the bed Marcus is stroking himself lazily, his eyes growing dark as he’s watching you tighten the belt around your waist and thighs. 

“Oh, darling,” he breathes. You give him a playful twirl, making him giggle. It’s an incredible sight, your man spread out and ready for you on your bed, eyes full of lust and a smile on his lips. All desire is not yearning. This is something more. You catch yourself swallowing harshly to avoid tearing up at the scene. What kind of saint must you have been in your past life to deserve a man like Marcus in this one? You return his loving smile, silicone bouncing in your harness as you climb back onto the bed. 

Settling between his legs, you once again grab the bottle of lube. You squirt some more on your fingers to spread over his hole, before aiming it down at the silicone. “Say when,” you say, unable to control yourself, as you cover it with the gel. Marcus rolls his eyes in faux annoyance, but he can’t hide the smirk playing on his face. He loves you. You know it.

His strong thighs bracket yours, and you let your thumb rub a few soft circles on the soft skin of his hip before you line yourself up. 

“Are you ready for me?” You lean over him, placing a hand on each side of him, hovering over his torso as you push ever so slightly, but not enough to breach him. He only moans in response. Your arms bend and you lower yourself down on your elbows, trapping his desperate cock between you, your open mouth breathing into his. 

“Do you want me inside of you?” He throbs against your stomach while he nods. 

“Fuck, yes, I do.”

And with one long slow motion, you push inside of him. 

For a second you think you can feel it, the silicone an extension of your body. His hot breath fills your mouth when he gasps, and you breathe it in, replacing the air in your lungs with him. He’s tight, clenching hard around the thick length you’ve buried in him, so you sit very still, letting him adjust. 

His eyes are on yours, hands cupping your face with his thumb resting where your jawbone meets your ear. The furrow between his brows, the one that deepens when he concentrates, speaks for him. 

“Is it too much?” you ask, furrowing your own.

“Almost,” he chokes, voice a restrained rasp. 

Worried you’ve hurt him, you quickly ask “should I pull out?”, and you’re about to do it when his hands fly from your face to your ass.

“No.” 

His big hands give your cheeks a light squeeze, and with a little pressure he keeps you in place. 

“No,” he repeats, a whisper this time, a request, as he covers your lips with his own. 

With slow shifts of your hips, you move in and out, pushing sweet noises out of him with every thrust. His hands glide across your skin, coming to rest over your forearms. The only moments he takes his eyes off you are when they roll to the back of his head and he groans in pleasure. 

“That’s it,” you encourage. “Take it, baby. Take all of me.”

And he does. With every thrust, his breath grows shallower, and you can tell he’s getting close. Your stomachs are sticky with sweat and precome, joining the slick sounds from the lube in an obscene duet performed by your bodies. You bury your hands in his hair, gently pulling at it, making him mewl and whimper, as if he’s an instrument and only you can make him sing. 

Marcus grinds against you, impatient, and you scan his face as you change your pace, trying to find the spot inside him that will send him over the edge. You know you’ve found it when his mouth opens in an O, sore lips pouting, and his brows shoot together, giving him an almost quizzical expression, like he can’t believe what’s happening. 

“Oh shit, I’m–”

And before you can even sit back to take his cock in your hand, the space between your bodies is filled by his spend, thick ropes of cum running down the sides of his torso as you fuck him through his orgasm. You cup his face with one hand, nose brushing his.

“So good, baby. Give me all of it.”

He holds his breath with eyes squeezed shut, while his cock twitches a few more times, still trapped in the wet mess of sweat, cum, and lubrication between you. The silence is just as sticky as you watch Marcus catch his breath and fight to open his eyes. 

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers with a laugh. You giggle back, and kiss the tip of his nose. It’s cold, despite his flushed face and skin glistening with sweat.

“I’m gonna pull out now,” you warn him. A strained groan escapes him as you do, and you collapse on your back at his side, his strong arm around your shoulders. For a minute you just lie there with your eyes closed and breathe together, reveling in the hazy blissful moment. 

With a sigh, Marcus buries his nose in your hair, squeezing your shoulder lightly with his hand.

“Thank you,” he says, softly. You turn to face him. His eyes are still glazed over, and he looks so content and satisfied you can’t bear the thought of dragging him out of bed to hit the shower again.

“Anytime,” you wink, as you roll out of bed. His hand flexes a few times, as if trying to hold you back, but he quickly gives up and lets you go. Through heavy eyelids he watches you cross the bedroom floor. 

“Amazing,” he says absentmindedly, mostly to himself, eyeing the harness and the indents it has left on your skin as you shimmy out of it. You give him a warm smile before opening the door.

“I’ll get something to clean you up. Be right back.”

When you return with a warm washcloth, he’s fast asleep, stomach still painted with the two of you, and face still painted with contentment.

a/n: thanks to gin @wannab-urs for organizing this year's "Peg That Middle-Aged Man Campaign", and all the other writers for inspiring content! divider by @saradika-graphics and graphic by me.

#pmamc 2024 #peg that middle aged man campaign 2024 #marcus pike fanfiction #marcus pike smut #marcus pike x you #marcus pike x reader #my writing

[yuyubeans]

him.

pairing: mingi x cuteness

genre: me loving mingi

wc: 105

mingi is so pretty. his little donut lips, his pretty monolids with moles all over his beautiful tan skin, he deserves to be painted in kisses he's so... everything. his little bobbling adams apple, his loud laugh, omg he laughs at everything, either way, he's so beautiful, his face, his personality, his soul, ALSO, IF I MEET THOSE FUCKING BITCHES WHO DIDN'T EAT WITH HIM I'M GONNA FUCKING BREAK THEIR NECKS, LIKE HOW DARE YOUUUUU. anws, as I was saying, his pouty lips!! he legit is ":3" like tell me he's not cos he is, my little chicken fajita with nachos on the side :D

a/n: I love mingi so much 😔, this came in my head when I read this anws, I'd love feedback or like insults on my layout, idm man anws bye

© yuyubeans, 2024.

#i need friends #writing #ateez #jeong yunho #choi jongho #xiaojun #mingi #mingi x reader #song mingi #hongjoong smut #ateez mingi #mingi ateez #ateez yunho #ateez x reader #ateez scenarios #ateez angst #ateez atiny #ateez fanfiction #ateez fluff #ateez hard hours #ateez hongjoong #ateez hybrid #ateez mtl #ateez pegging #ateez smut #free use ateez #smut ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez imagines

[hungharrington]

Hey jay I was wondering since it’s stranger things day aka steve Harrington day do you have any pegging Steve thoughts?

hi angel! i’m sorry if i’ve neglected any of ur previous pegging asks, it’s on my list of to-write but i really want to do it justice 😭 u can have this random ramble tho! love u <3

i think, even though it’s him bent over on the bed, back arched, nervously running his hands down his own thighs all jittery, i’m willing to bet steve still has an attitude. he’s all like, “oh yeah, like you can talk” when you teasing him for quivering beneath you, even though you’re being gentle to start with — working him up with just one finger to begin with, letting him relax, letting it slowly burn hotter and hotter in his gut. and he’s still soooo snarky, all “c-can’t believe i can have you moaning with one finger when this is what it fe—“ and the word gets stolen right out his throat as the pad of your fingers brushes his prostate and he gasps and moans. and then it’s game over for stevie baby :) he’s trying to keep his composure, even as he moans like a bitch in the heat, but now you’ve found that spot you’re bullying it, trying to hit it with every thrust of your fingers — and poor steve can’t keep up :( he’s trembling, his heavy cock just twitching between his legs as he fists at the pillow and drools onto it, panting and whining, his hips rolling back to meet your thrusts with a mind of their own. when you finally slow down a bit, he wails a bit, muffled into the pillow and when he pulls his face out, he’s peering over his shoulder babbling, “no, no, no, don’t stop— please, keep- fuck, keep going,” and you know, considering how snarky he was to begin with, it takes almost no time at all to get him to beg for another finger :)

#it’s not technically pegging tehe! #I NEED TO WRITE IT I KNOW #I KNOW!!!! #ITS ON MY LIST!!! I SWEAR!!! #along with a thousand other things #jay answers #anon #steve harrington x reader #steve x reader #steve harrington #jay writes #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader smut #sub!steve

[80yearoldmanmoodboard]

Some gems from the Autobiography of Special Agent Dale Cooper: my life in tapes

#Twin Peaks #Dale Cooper #The Autobiography of Special Agent Dale Cooper: My Life In Tapes #Dale Cooper woulda thrives on tumblr I think #Dale Cooper is gay as a maypole #he uses the most gay wording “I’m getting really good at behind thrown against the wall” fuckin bottom bitch #also there was a scene where he was running a ”is too much of a good thing really bad?” experiment in college #In which he had sex with a girl over and over for a whole day and/or night (it wasn’t clear) #and he talks about her pulling out something from her back which we’re left to assume is a sex toy and then he tells us #that he’s may be too sore to check out #so I’m pretty sure they’re implying Dale Cooper got pegged in college #and he enjoyed it #so have fun with that freaks #also the leather shit #if y’all are into writing twin peaks smut Dale Cooper talks about sex all the time in this

[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?

#something homosexual is going on here #i also think bout how chil was the first to peg laios for his monster eating enthusiasm #he knew and was waiting for the shoe to drop #i think bout how chilchuck asking laios to call him 'chil' might have gone down and how laios might be the first person outside his family #to be allowed to call him his first name #i need to write my whole thoughts bout these two one day and how they infected my brain like that parasite infected laios #chilaios #laichil

[stellexpress]

extremely biased because they're my favorites but god i think damsel/tower would be such a fun combination

damsel: don't you just adore the sensation of your heart beating? all i want is to make him happy ^_^

tower, an equally fragile vessel, dispassionate as a result of her divine ascension, and disgusted by any acknowledgement she's still bound by flesh and desires: how i pity thee

#꒰ ✧ ꒱ wish upon a star #// i do think they'd initially be “friends” in the sense that the tower would develope a savior complex and try to rescue the damsel #// experiencing the pure mirth of saving a corrupted version of her old self - something dainty and weak and unworthy of worship #// and along the way through the damsel's influence she perhaps reclaims some of her humanity again #// not in a “taking her ego down a peg” way but being more comfortable with bruising and allowing herself to enjoy things below her status #// like i dunno i think it'd be neat. two princesses idolized to the point of having their humanity stripped of them getting to talk #// someone should write a vessel roadtrip fic or smth (that someone will probably be me) #slay the princess #the tower #the damsel

[candybarz]

thinking about masochist!armin

warnings: anal (armin reciving), armins dick is mentioned alot, just masochist armin, no gendered reader or both gendered

not proofread

masochist!armin who originally was never a masochist but that all changed when he saw you

masochist!armin who's thoughts started getting more and more lewd when he saw you being aggressive

masochist!armin whos dick was throbbing one night when he thought about you slapping him senseless

masochist!armin who would bit his lip till the taste off blood entered his mouth while bucking his hips forward into his fist aggressively wanting more all because of that one thought

masochist!armin who jerked off to the thought of you grabbing his throat and calling him names, goose bumps shooting across his skin

masochist!armin who came to his afternoon classes and the sex gods must have heard his prayers when you turned in the crowded hallway while swinging your arms around to hit your friend and accidentally hit him in the dick

masochist!armin who probably came right then and there as he whimpered a little "its okay." trying not to moan infront of you

masochist!armin who beat his dick numb when he got back to his house, moan all types of things into his pillow.

masochist!armin who wishes you could slap his dick while calling him a little whore

masochist!armin who probably bust his pants when you told him to "stop being a little bitch" when his friends were teasing him

masochist!armin who only told his best friend eren about this "problem" he had and eren set up a whole secret plan

masochist!armin who went to a party eren begged him to go to because "it will be a party you'll never forget." not knowing what it meant

masochist!armin who gets roped into truth or dare after watching you dance around in the hot outfit you were wearing

masochist!armin who gets asked "whats something no one knows about you?" and admits he was a big masochist.

masochist!armin who plays never have i ever and surprised everyone when they asked if anyone has ever came to the sound of someones voice

masochist!armin who gets told by eren that theres a present for him upstairs as everyone started to leave the party.

masochist!armin who gasped when he saw you upstairs waiting for him with a smile, a sadistic one.

masochist!armin who looks at you as you tell him you've always had a crush on him and eren told you that he likes you.

masochist!armin whos dick imprint is well shown on his sweat pants as he tried to cover it but you stop him saying that your totally fine with him being like that around you.

masochist!armin who is shocked when you asked if you could help him with his fantasies.

masochist!armin who nods his head like a starving animal while you played with his sweats waistband

masochist!armin who jaw is slacked watching you suck gis dick like you were hungry, making him whimper and his eyes filled with tears

masochist!armin who lets the loudest moan possible escape from his lips as you squeezed his dick and pinched his nipple

masochist!armin who is filled with joy when you said he could be as loud as he wants because eren said it was okay

masochist!armin whos dick is getting jerked off while you bite him causing his head to spin like crazy

masochist!armin who IMMEDIATELY gets hard again when you pull out your dick (fake or not) and asked if he wants to be fucked

masochist!armin who is bent over taking your dick/strap like there was no tomorrow making him moan your name for the world to hear. "ngh-fuck me harder please, i cant take it anymore faster haah~"

masochist!armin who drools on the pillow moaning as you smack his ass watching it jiggle as your balls hit his with every thrust you made

masochist!armin who is so loud the whole house could here it and all of armins friends were secretly cheering him on thinking it was you moaning but only eren knew as they talked about how he was "fucking your shit up"

masochist!armin who now has a cock ring on as you gave him hickeys all over his body, he lets out the sluttiest moans whimper for more

masochist!armin who is now balls deep into you as he huffs and whimpers at the feeling of being inside of you while your praising him.

masochist!armin who bust a fat hot load into you making you moan at the feeling as he collapsed onto you while pushing his cum straight back into you

masochist!armin who is now friends with benefits with you (everyone thinks your dating)

we all love masochist!armin right?

#aot smut #attack on titan #aot x reader #armin arlert #armin x reader #armin smut #anime #men gets pegged #spider writes #smut #sub armin #submisive and breedable #armin aot

[thewritersaddictions]

Request: (ST) The Adults- Billy Hargrove : Both Ways

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Curvy!Fem!Reader

Pov: Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, 18+, PinV, Spanking, Assplay, cute nicknames, fluffy smut, dirty talk, Billy Hargrove is an ass man. Like he loves a big jiggly ass.

Summary: Billy trusts you enough to talk about how he wouldn't mind letting you peg him.

A/n- @ firefly-graphics for dividers

WC- 2.3k

Stranger Things Master List // The Adults Master List p2

Billys hands are bruising your hips as he continues his rapid thrusts. Your knuckles are currently turning white from the death grip you’ve got on the bed frame in front of you. The bedframe hits the wall with each thrust of Billyys hips into yours. Your whole body is glistening with sweat, but Billy won’t let you go until you’re coming around his cock again. 

“Look at this pretty ass.” Billy grunts through his teeth as he shifts on his knees. You’re glad that you and Billy finally made it out of each other parents house, and now have a apartment of your own. Dealing with only the furoius couple on the other side of the wall. The awkward meets in the elevator or at your front doors. You moan at his words, and push your ass back to met his thursts. Billys hand lands on your meaty ass with a heavy slap. The echo of the slap bounces on the bedroom walls, and the sensation has your squeezing him tighter and your moans are turning more like screams of ecstasy. 

Another hard slap lands on your ass. Your ass jiggles from the force of Billy large hand falling down to your plush skin. Even though Billy hands are a little callussed and rough around the edges he still manages to rub sweet circles of comfort into your raw skin. “I can you squeezin’ me. I know you like it when I… fuck… when I slap this delicious ass baby.” Billy grunts out as his hips thursts into your ass with no mercy. Your eyes squeeze shut and even though your mouth opens nothing comes out as you cum around Billy cock. 

Billys thurst start to fall out as he thrusts a few more tiems before filling the condom. He slips out when you fall limp to the soft, and cold mattress. He’s goen for a few moments but it gives you time to gather your breath and self as your role over from your stomach to your back. Billy comes back and its the first time you’ve seen his face since you ended up on your knees and your ass high in the air. In Billys hand he’s got a wet washcloth, he climbs the bed and slots himself betoween your legs. You squirm at the cold feeling between your legs.” Stop fuckin’ squirmin’ so much. Let me be a damn gentleman.” You giggle, and nod your head. The rag gets thrown into the firty laundry bin, and Billy lands down beside you with a plop. 

The silence is comfortable, nothing that the two of you can’t deal with. But something is on the tip of your tongue, and the longer the two of you sit in this silence the harder you fear it’s going to be to tell him. “Billy?” You whisper, the only light coming into the room is from the open window. He hums but he sounds like he’s on the edge of sleep, so you just mutter a sweet “I love you.” Into the night air and curl up beside him a throw blanket at the edge of the bed being used at cover for the night. 

The two of you can talk tomorrow about what you’d like to add to your sex life.

Except the two of you don't get to talk the next day, the next week or even in the next month. Life all of the sudden decides it’s ready to take the both of you for a ride. Billy gets a solid promotion at his job, leading him to not be home most nights. You on the other hand are thriving in your own workforce, being a nurse at such a young age has both its ups and downs. It’s not till a month later and your scheduled date night you are able to actually talk with your boyfriend and see his beautiful face while he’s not sleeping and drooling all over the pillow. 

Billy had called you earlier in the afternoon telling you to come home, get dressed for a night out on the town, and then to go to the only not shitty restaurant in town. Your heels are stead-fast on the hard concrete as you wait for your boyfriend to appear. The waiter brings you to the table, and as you wait you look through the menu. Of course in Billy fashion your thoughts are transplanted the minute that his hands on you. “You look sweetheart.” He murmurs into the shell of your ear and it sends a welcome wave of shivers down your spine. 

“You don’t look too bad yourself.” You comment as he shucks off his dress jacket and sits down in front of you. He smirks and grabs the menu. The rest of the night is amazing. The conversation comes to life after your waiter comes back to take your orders. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” You say, your voice dipping into sadness. Billy looks at you with such adornment, “That may be true, but we still sleep in the same bed.” He offers trying to soften the blow that is your fucked up work schedules. 

“I wanted to talk to you about something.” You say as you bring the spoon up to your mouth and you can panic behind Billy's eyes. He nods, “Don’t worry it’s nothing bad, at least I don’t think it’s anything bad.” You add, but the fear never leaves the back of Billy's blue eyes. The rest of the dinner is spent talking less, and eating more. Billy picks up the check, and it doesn’t take long before the two of you are jumping into your cars and are driving back home. You both arrive home at the same time, and when you both make it to the front door something slips from Billy's mouth. 

“I want you.” His admission makes you grow hot everywhere. You lean up into his space, a hand cupping his cheek softly as your murmur against his lips. “I want you Billy.” His eyes are filled with lust, and he grabs you by the waist to push you into the apartment. Your lips are feverish, and your hands go in random directions. Trying desperately to get every bit of each other in your hands. Billy's hands are attached to your hips pulling you close to his chest and the tent in his pants. He groans into your mouth, and then he’s kicking the door to close it. 

The back of your knees hit the side of the couch and Billy lets you fall to your back. “God you’re fuckin’ beautiful.” Your cheeks are already hot with lust, but with Billy's words and voice you grow even hotter. Billy throws his shirt across the apartment, his bare chest has you biting your lips between your teeth. With such a long wait Billy doesn’t have too much patience left before he’s falling to his knees between your legs bunching your skirt around your hips. Damp panties are revealed, and you can feel the cocky smirk written all over your boyfriend's face. 

Billy doesn’t let up once his lips are attached to your dripping cunt. You barely manage to get a single breath in as the man between your thighs has his tongue deep in your weeping cunt. Your nails graze his scalp and he groans into your cunt letting you know he likes it. Your legs are open wide making room for the large man, but you can feel your first orgasms rearing its beautiful head. Your spine is lighting up and it's going to come sooner rather than later. Your legs start to shake, and your toes curl under the delicious pressure that is Billy’s tongue. His hands are gripping your thighs so tight that you’re sure you’ll have bruises on his hands there in the morning, but you don’t care as your spine explodes with ecstasy and your head becomes dizzy with over stimulation from Billy's tongue.

It’s only when you start to push Billy away does his tongue and lips leave your sore cunt. Billy’s lips are red, and his eyes are glazed over with lust. His lips are your before you have a chance to catch your breath, and you can taste yourself on him. While the two of you kiss and bite each other's lips Billy's nimble fingers manage to undo the buttons of your dinner blouse leaving you half exposed to him. Between your legs you can feel the raging hard on in his jeans. Billy wraps his arms around your frame lifting you back up into his arms and he shifts slightly and before you know it you're in his lap with his back resting against the firm back of the couch. His hard on pressing perfectly into your wet cunt. You moan at the feeling, and grind into it. Your shirt goes flying and Billy works on your bra as you try to get the damn belt out of the loops of his tight jeans. 

Billy ends up having to help you with his belt but you aren’t waiting much longer because once you’ve got the belt on the floor your hands are digging down into his jeans and boxer to pull out his thick cock. His cock is heavy and hot to the touch, and it has you dripping, wetting the jeans. With his leaky cock sitting between the two of you, Billy is quick to get rid of any other materials in the way. Your lips are warm when Billy takes your face delicately in his hands and brings his lips up to meet yours. Billy swipes his tongue over your lower lip, asking for entrance into your wet mouth, and you let him. There’s no battle for dominance cause you already know where the dominance is. Billy pulls you closer, your clit rubbing ever so slightly over the leaky head of his cock. You both moan into each other mouths, and Billys' hands roam all over your back. 

Your hips are thrust up, and then your ass is groped by your boyfriend. The edge of the couch burns your skin just a little. Your breasts press into the couch cushion, but nothing feels better than the way his cock seethes into your wet cunt. The sounds echo in the living room. You can’t look at Billy, not with how his hand has your head pushed into the cushion. Your feet dangle off the side as Billy thrusts start slow, and then he rapidly picks up speed. Skin slapping and the wet noises are making your head so clouded with lust. 

Your breath is taken away when Billy’s thrust picks up speed. “Fuck!’ Billy groans out with pleasure as he continues to fuck you at an unforgiving pace. Nothing else mattress besides the feeling of his hands on your hips and the way his hip bones meet yours. His fingers are digging into the plush flesh around your hips. Your hips rock back, Billy’s hand moves from your hip to your back, pressing your spine down. With this new position, everything feels better. It feels like Billy is ripping you apart, and that feeling is completely altered. 

You feel the smallest press of his thumb. “Oh!” You shriek, The longer Billy’s thumb presses into your hole, the more everything feels like your body is on fire. “You like that, don’t you?” Billy asks as you feel cold wetness fall to your hot flesh. The two of you had never talked about assplay before, but the more Billy pressed his thumb into your aching hole, the more you couldn’t give a shit. His thrusts haven’t lost their power, so you let him continue to play with your body however he sees fit. You feel your orgasms start to build up. Your spine is hot, and the bubble boiling over the edge before exploding. Your legs are coated in your slick, and Billy isn’t far behind you with hit hips snapping into yours. Billy grunts his hold on you, getting tighter by the second. He finishes deep inside of you, watching it come pouring out when he pulls out with a hiss from your lips. 

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you just yet,” Billy says with a promise. He picks you up gently and walks the both of you towards your bedroom. He places you on top of the mattress with ease, and then he’s on top of you. Billy’s long blonde hair tickles your hot skin, but his kisses cool it. Your arms are hanging lazily over his shoulders. Your lips are pressed together for what feels like forever, but then Billy is slipping back into your wet hole. You hum with satisfaction and moan when his long rough fingers come down to play with your clit. “FUCK!” You scream, and your head rolls back into the pillow. “That’s it, good girl.” He mutters into the hot air; your blunt nails fall down his back, leaving red marks in their wake, but Billy doesn’t care he’ll wear them with pride all over town. 

Your hand holds onto Billy’s ass, keeping his short but fast thrust close to you. Skin slaps, and you love the sound as your fingers dig into the soft flesh of his ass. You aren’t sure why you do it, but your hand lifts, and you slap the flesh of his ass. Billy’s thrust pauses his eyes are unreadable. But there’s a tinge of red filtering onto his features. No words are spoken between the two of you, but when you slap his ass again, you feel his thrust pick up in speed and his cock twitch in your cunt. “Oh fuck, Billy,” You mutter biting hard down on your lip. With every slap, his thrusts are harder, and he feels thicker in your tight hole. 

His grunts sound like heaven to your ears, and when he rests his head on your shoulder, you know you’ve found something that this rugged man loves. “Say it, Billy.” “Say what?” He grunts, “Say you like when I slap your ass.” You demand even though your breath is ragged and your head falls back into the pillows. “Say it, please.” You beg him, and with one powerful thrust, Billy is telling you. “Yeah, I like it, baby, I like when you slap my ass. It makes me so hard, baby. Fuck you’re gonna kill me.” He mutters between the soft skin of your shoulder and neck. 

Completed on: 02/13/24

Posted on: 02/17/24

The Adults-

#fluff #fem reader #female reader #requests are open #requests open #open requests #strangers things #stranger things x you #stranger things #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargove imagine #billy hargove smut #billy hargove x reader #tw pegging #bisexual #smut writing #smut prompts #smut #x reader #requested smut #fluffy smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x plus size reader #curvy reader

[ughgoaway]

pegging.

ANON THIS WAS SUCH A FUNNY ASK TO RECIEVE I WAS GIGGLING SO HARD, YOU WERE SO BLUNT I LOVE IT AHAHAH

buttttttt I do love subby matty...

(I've never written pegging before sooooo... we will see how this goes...)

(p.s. There is use of the m-word in this blurb...)

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I can imagine him bringing it up one night... maybe you're casually chatting about kinks because you both want to make sure you're happy and satisfied in this relationship, so you discuss them regularly.

you can see matty shifting and wringing his hands together in his lap, so you put your hands on his and tilt your head curiously at him.

"Sorry, m'nervous," he laughs, and you can feel the anxiety radiating off him.

"Babe, there is almost nothing you could say that I would find strange, I promise," you reassure him, moving your hand to stroke at his cheek, which is gradually growing pinker and pinker he was certainly peaking your curiosity. What could he be so nervous about asking?

he finally makes eye contact with you and says, "Well... how would you feel about you being even more... dominating?" matty says shyly.

he opens his mouth to explain himself but snaps it shut and flicks his eyes away from yours, seeing him this antsy was already turning you on. knowing you had so much power over him made you feel slightly dizzy with ego.

you grab his face with his hands and force his eyes to meet yours, "cmon baby, tell me what you want," you tease, leaning in to press kisses to his neck.

Matty's breathing stutters as you mouth at his neck, but he manages to get something coherent out, "want you to fuck me." he whimpers, biting his lip to hold his moan as you bite at the base of his neck.

you pull back with wide eyes, and matty almost immediately starts stuttering apologies, but then he catches the sly smile on your face and the arousal in your eyes.

you were into it too. oh... interesting

///

cut to a few weeks later, and matty is holding himself up on shaky arms, arching his back needily and whining already. you're moving around him silently, studying him.

watching his dick leaking and seeing his eyes getting more hazy. he follows you with his eyes carefully, staring at the strap attached around your hips. keeping his eyes trained on the hot pink dildo between your legs.

he whimpers and turns to look up at you with desperate eyes, "please," he whispers softly, arching his back further and keening backwards.

you smirk at him and grab the lube of the beside table, sliding behind him and stroking over his lower back.

the contact shocks him forward, falling on his face as his arms give way. his muffled moan is loud to your ears as you move your hands lower, teasing at his hole with a dry finger. he immediately whimpers and tries to press back, but your firm hand on his hips makes him stop.

"Ah ah ah. don't be so impatient, baby, " you demand, opening the lube with a click and slicking up your middle and pointer finger.

as soon as matty feels the cold lube against his hole, he's moaning wantonly. you work one finger in slowly, sinking to the first knuckle and waiting. but matty pushing back tells you all you need to know, "needy boy," you laugh as you press your whole finger in. matty lets out a garbled moan and turns his head back to stare at you. His cheeks are beet red, and his hair is sweaty, sticking to his face.

he is totally at your mercy, patiently waiting for you to give him more. give him what he needs. he already feels his head spinning at the contact.

soon enough you're 2 fingers deep, fucking him quickly with your fingers and giggling at his reactions. each time you sink into him and brush that spot inside him, he grunts and his cock leaks onto the bed below him.

you work him open steadily, scissoring your fingers in his tight hole. a steady wet patch growing lets you know he's ready.

"you ready for my cock sweet boy? want to be fucked?" you ask pulling your fingers back and tracing against his hole with a featherlight touch.

matty twitches at your touch and lifts himself back up, his arms shaking as he does, "yes yes yes. m' so ready. please fuck me. need it, need you."

matty whines as he hears the wet noises of you slicking up the dildo. His hand instinctively moves towards his dick but your hand striking his ass cheek brings him back to earth, and he snaps it back to hold himself.

"Good boy, keep your hands to yourself, okay?" You demand softly. Before matty can respond, he feels the silicone teasing at his hole.

he can't help the choked moan that falls from his lips, he keens into it and feels the cold, slick cock penetrating him. he can't hold himself up any more, falling forward again, burying his face into the pillow and crying out as you work into him slowly.

you sinking into him already has him slipping into subspace, feeling dizzy and hazy the more you work yourself in. he can't believe you're actually fucking him, or how much you both are enjoying it.

you're nearly all the way in when he lets out a harsh cry, looking at you with tears falling down his cheeks. "doing so well, angel, nearly got in all in. Do you want to take it all? take mommy's cock?" you don't even think about the nickname before it slips past your lips, but the needy nods and moans from matty tells you he heard it. and he liked it.

"Yes, mommy, I can take it. please fill me up. " he wiggles his hips back, and his breath hitches when you begin to press in again.

a broken cry leaves his lips as you pop the final bit of the toy in. He settles into the feeling as you hush him and stroke his sweaty back softly.

"Move, please, m' ready. please" matty begs with a whimper. You start thrusting slowly, rolling your hips ever so slightly as you do.

your pace is even as you fuck him, studying him carefully and taking note of his reactions to your motions. it was his first time being fucked, but it was also your first time fucking someone. so you tried to keep track of his actions, of what he likes and dislikes. But he seems to just love it all, crying and groaning constantly.

a few minutes later, and after some reassurance from matty, you are pumping out of him furiously. "look at your greedy fucking hole, sucking me in over, and over, and over." with each word you pound into him harder.

"made to be fucked by mommy, weren't you baby?" you tease and slap his ass, before burying yourself in him to the hilt and revelling in the strangled screams that leaves his lips.

your thrusts are frantic and deep, and matty feels as if you are melding together, fusing into one.

he gets close embarrassingly quickly, partially from your relentless hips pounding into him and partially from your filthy words.

you lean forward to whisper in his ear, and matty cries out at the change of angle, especially because you keep driving into him. relentlessly fucking him with no mercy.

"You getting close, baby? you gonna cum on mommy's dick, hmm?" you whisper into his ear, tracing the outside with the tip of your tongue.

"yes yes yes yes. gonna cum just from you mommy, please let me cum" its then with a crashing realisation that you remember matty hadn't touched himself at all. he was this fucking close just from your cock pumping into him, pounding his prostate and rutting into him.

matty feels his gut tightening and the goosebumps forming under his skin as he hurdles closer to the edge.

you pull out until just the tip is inside him and then drive back in forcefully, burying yourself as deep as you can go inside him. matty feels like he's gonna split in two, and after 4 gut-deep thrusts he's cumming with a shout.

his cock spurts hot cum onto the sheets below him, coating them in white streaks. it feels never ending, his legs shaking as he just keeps cumming. you slow down but keep working yourself in and out of him, marvelling at his shaking legs and the sheer amount of cum leaving him.

he's writhing on your cock, throbbing around you as shockwaves overtake his body. ecstasy fills his veins, making his whole body shudder and shake helplessly.

matty feels like he could pass out from the pleasure, the tip of the dildo pressing agaisnt his prostate and milking every last drop from his leaking cock.

he lets out a broken whimper, and you slow down, giving him a minute to breathe before pulling out, staring at his wrecked hole for a few seconds before he collapses onto the bed. he couldn't care less that he's lying in a pool of his on cum, only focused on the aftershocks wracking his body.

a content smile covers his face as tears contuine to stream down his cheeks, he looks fucking blissed out. and you think you could cum from the sight alone.

#i do love some sub matty #💓💞💖whimpering whining men💖💞💓 #this was fun to write but ive never pegged someone so idk if this is accurate lol #read it with an open imagination is all im gonna say #anon! #matty healy smut

[luckycharms1701]

Maybe a request, you can ignore if you don't like the idea tho!

What about f!reader pegging one of the turtles headcanons? i'd ask specifically for Donnie in this one.

😬 gonna be real here anon-chan. i’m so glad you’re here but i’m not sure i’m the one to fill this request. see, the problem with sending this to me is that i am a bottom. i am like super bottom. pegging isn’t really my thing. but! the people i would send you to have requests closed right now, so i will do my best to tide you over until you can ask someone else. i am sorry in advance.

edit: uhhhhhhhhhh spicy. so spicy. i uh cannot emphasize enough, 🌶️🌶️🌶️

It definitely starts as an experiment, something he’s heard about and wants to try. When you do, he finds that he loves it. He loves it a Lot.

He creates a strap specifically designed to maximize pleasure for both of you. It takes him a couple of attempts to get it right. The less said about that the better. It’s worth it though, for what he ends up with. A double-sided strap-on, thick and heavy on one side for him and a rabbit on the other side for you. It vibrates. Everywhere.

He always makes sure to get you off before asking you to peg him. The more he wants it, the more orgasms he gives you first. One of his favorite things to do is fuck you with his fingers until you’re practically insensate and then ride you.

Even better when you suggest it. He gets this look on his face and practically tackles you onto the bed. He’s so happy that you enjoy this too that he gets overeager. The clothes practically fly off. Still, he’s the king of prep. Neither of you is doing anything with the strap-on until you’re both ready.

He loves that you can share this experience, getting to fuck someone you love. When he can, he’ll pay attention to how you fuck him and use that knowledge to absolutely devastate you when it’s his turn. You didn’t think he could get better at fucking you, but he proves you wrong.

His favorite thing. Is when you first bottom in him. He’ll whine and beg for more, even knowing you can’t go any further.

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i. i’m sorry that’s all i’ve got headcanon-wise. however, a little blurb DID pop into my head that’s uh more my speed and therefore might be a little better? maybe? anyway it won’t leave me alone so here you go, a little extra for you. featuring donnie topping from the bottom.

edit: uh. well! that wasn't supposed to happen. what. enjoy?

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Donnie whines as you bottom in him, and you shudder before forcing yourself to still. You are desperate to rub against the smooth silicone pressing into your clit, but you know what will happen if you do. You try to think about anything else as he continues to whine and pant and writhe, getting used to the strap-on inside of him. He sounds so beautiful, and you answer his whine with a moan of your own. His eyes pop open, and his lips twitch upward.

“Are you ready, baby?” He laughs lowly at how quickly and violently you nod your head, then stretches to reach the bed stand. You can see the way his movement causes him more pleasure, your cock deep inside of him rubbing against his walls. He picks up the remote that haunts your dreams.

The lowest setting immediately sets you to shaking, but you don’t move yet. “Good girl!” Donnie’s praise goes straight to your core, and you can only whine in response. “Look at me. Don’t look away. I want to see you.” You raise your head from where it had fallen to your chest. The desire in his eyes sends an electric thrill through you that causes you to practically gush around the dildo deep inside of you. You start shaking harder for a different reason.

Donnie takes a deep breath and squirms as the vibration courses through him as well. He gets a wicked look in his eye, and an alarm goes off in the part of your brain that isn’t mush. Before you can say a word, he ups the vibration and thrusts upward, pushing the strap-on deeper into you.

You feel the sheets stretch underneath your fingers as your whole body stiffens, desperately holding back the urge to match the way he’s grinding into you. You cannot hold back the scream or the tears though. It takes everything in you to keep your eyes on Donnie. The satisfaction on his face as he drags you to the edge once again does not help with your struggle, and he knows it.

His eyes go half-lidded with his own pleasure as he continues to grind into you. His hand that’s not holding the remote comes up and presses into your lips. You obediently open your mouth and his thumb snakes in and holds your tongue down. “You’re doing so good for me, darling. So, so good.” You hold his gaze, trying to convey your desperation. You’re not sure you could speak even if his fingers weren’t in your mouth.

Donnie leans up and his tongue joins his fingers. He leisurely maps out your mouth, as if he has all the time in the world. Your moan is garbled with all of him in your mouth. He pulls back, hand leaving your mouth and stretching around your neck instead. He stares at you, still grinding hard, and waits. You swallow and open your mouth.

“D-Donnie… please… please!”

His smile is wicked as he clicks the vibration higher, causing both of you to gasp. “A-alright love. You can move.” You barely catch yourself from dropping your head in relief, then you pull back and start to thrust.

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head bonks: @yorshie @avery73 @justalotoffanfiction @thejudiciousneurotic @writinandcrying

#tmnt #bayverse donnie #bayverse donnie x reader #theory tag #writing tag #that was #supposed to be like a couple of paragraphs #i #maybe i'm more into pegging than i realized #anYWAY

[hegoeshardasfuck]

dogs like praise too

wordcount: 0.9K

tags: sub Sebastian, dom reader/player, praise kink, outdoor sex, handjobs, whimpering for the win, gender neutral reader/player, no petplay

synopsis: Sebastian only figured out he wanted to be used and fucked after he married you, thankfullly 'making love' was a tenderness that didn't appeal to either of you

note: my beautiful swagless emoboy billiards player husband should get dominated and i wrote this in one hour after my friend mistook his wrench for handcuffs in the winter sprites. hope ya'll enjoyed and if ya did consider dropping a like or checking the Ao3 port.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54598753

You learned really fast that Sebastian would whimper in bed, unapolagetically so. He'd even say 'nya' if you wanted him to, which he was grateful wasn't that often. Not unless you really wanted to get to him at least, really wanted to get under his skin and force him closer to the edge with words and demands instead of touch.

It worked too, and maybe the fact he enjoyed it was what got to him the most. The fact that despite all odds he enjoyed being put in his place got to him when he'd never even considered it.

Sam always wanted to take it slow, never further than the simplest of sex between friends, he was scared of parts that he kept locked up. Abigail always wanted to be used in the same way he's learning to love, she liked it rough and so did he. But only now is he learning he likes it rough better when hands are tangled in his hair.

That he likes it fast and hard in the dead of night or broad daylight on the ground or on the bed. He likes gasping for words and choking on spit and holding on for dear life when he didn't know sex could whip him into such a state. It left his brain numb as you called him a good boy and he whimpered and moaned and just took it. He found a perverse pleasure in being used, whether it was his mouth you were monopolizing or his ass, he liked it. An unsteady gait or a sore jaw he'd willingly take both as consequence for being yours as long as you needed.

"You're such a good boy," You murmured against his ear, he was pressed up against a fence this time. Your breath was hot on his skin and waged war with the cooling autumn air.

Sebastian can only nod, eyes shut and lips sealed as to not be too loud so soon. You'd barely touched him yet. His grip tightens on the fence nearly to the point his knuckles turn white. He whines wantonly as you nip at the column of his throat, knees shaking as your hands dip past the hem of his boxers.

You give a humming sort of laugh, "You're so sensitive." He squirms as you tease him, words snaking through him and sinking into him. They feel good. He registers them as a sharp pleasure, prickling across the expanse of pale skin.

"I am?" Sebastian managed, voice cracking with a type of lust he'd ensnared a very long time ago. A type of lust he was never allowed to explore with his friends or his dates because they wanted him to do the work in sex. He feels a slight discomfort as you press him further against the bars of the fence.

"So sensitive, shocked you haven't already cum." One hand rests across his chest, slid up under his jacket and popping each individual button. The other keeps a steady pace that keeps his knees weak and his struggle for balance strong. "But despite that, even though you're trying to put on a show and impress me by being so quiet and having so much stamina, you're still such a good boy."

A wrecked and untrained semblance of his voice spills our with a desperate, "Oh god." He slumps against the fence, knees rested on a bar and your front flush to his back. He's panting, breaths catching and inconsistent as he still tries not to moan.

"Go on," You urge like you're the devil on his shoulder, devious and sinister with sadistic charms to your speech.

Sebastian whimpers and mewls and even moans, he bit his inner cheek until it nearly bled to be a show off. To prove he can dominate, to prove he can have control, to prove a lie that you can see through. He's seeing stars now, they crowd out the corners of his vision as he lurches to the edge with a blend of words and touches.

You grip at his shoulder from under his shirt, nails digging into flesh and fabric rising past his midriff. He shudders at the sharpness in his flesh as you speak, "Cum for me."

And he does exactly as told. You can feel his breath hitch the moment before and then he's breathing harsh and desperate. Your name filters out between moans and breaths as he crumbles a bit more in your grip. It'd be a pathetic display if he were anyone else, dropping the reigns and handing them over so easily.

But you like it, someone so sure of himself breaking apart for you. Defiant at moments and with the physical strength for mechanical work. Sharp and distant and attempting to be mysterious with a dart always on hand. A billiards player whose never heard of defeat and is no condition to learn the concept. Yet he comes undone in your fingers so easily, like frayed fabric.

"Good boy," You murmur.

"Yours, your good boy." It's all his frazzled mind can come up with at the moment as he nods and shakes. He presses against you as you raise your hand to rest at his hip for support, "Oh god, Y/N."

You step back and help him not sway and tumble with his steps, "Aftercare time." You say it lightly, almost teasingly, but more out of care for Sebastian. You can't have your husband walking around in such a state, you gotta take good care of him, especially after making it known who makes him feel the best. Who caters to his needs and keeps him satisfied romantically and sexually in ways no one else has yet.

Sebastian groans softly as he follows you precisely, "Okay." He wants to curl up against you but he knows you have farm duty firsthand. Knowing that won't make him turn down whatever aftercare you have planned for him.

#stardew valley #sebastian x reader #smutfic #smut fanfiction #lemon #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #please excuse me while i think about pegging him

[yuyubeans]

dusty dreams

pairing: hwa x nightmare relief

genre: fluff

wc: ??

yk those pet rocks like everyone had as a kid? that's what hwa was to you, your rock. always there no matter what.

as your heart started to race, you jolted awake, gasping for air, angry beads of sweat dotted all over your forehead, hands clenching the sheets tightly, slightly waking up seonghwa, "baby what's up?" you just blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of the nightmare that still lingered in your mind. "nightmare hmm?" he's said, gently helping you lay on his chest, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, as slowly the realization dawned that it was just a dream, thank god, with a deep sigh, you shakily sunk back into seonghwas chest, relief washing over you as he welcomed the comforting embrace, "you're so brave, theyll never hurt you I promise"

he's always there :))

a/n: for @moonchildust I hope you like it :3

#i need friends #writing #ateez #jeong yunho #xiaojun #choi jongho #song mingi #mingi #mingi x reader #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x seonghwa #park seonghwa #seonghwa smut #seonghwa #ateez mingi #ateez scenarios #ateez mtl #ateez fanfiction #ateez angst #ateez atiny #ateez fluff #ateez hard hours #ateez hongjoong #ateez hybrid #ateez pegging #ateez reactions #ateez texts #ateez x reader #BOOO NIGHTMARES #yuyubeans

[tswwwit]

Who is your favorite character to write and why?

Bill, because I get to abuse exclamation points, along with really weird turns of phrase!

And he's a fantastic target for slapstick.

#answers #Nothing like taking an arrogant all powerful asshole down a peg #Slam dunk that dorito in the garbage #Hit him in the face with a shovel #Have him fall down multiple flights of stairs #Put him in a dunk tank and give Dipper a bunch of things to throw #It's all beautiful #Also whenever I write him in triangle form he 100% still adheres to cartoon physics because that is his nature #The shapeshifting and weird powers are fun to play with there #One looney tunes ass motherfucker. Bless him