#pegging cw

[sugarspicenights]

consider... non-penetrative (for you) sex with your fictional faves... getting him off with a stroker toy just so you can watch him cum and coo at him for being messy... giving him the strap in doggy and watching him fall apart and beg for more...

[lesbianlyonelb]

Saw the scene of Lyonel singing, got horny, blacked out, and wrote this.

Lyonel Baratheon x OC (Janella Tyrell)

Modern AU

Warnings: NSFT (pegging, drug usage, shotgunning)

"You're being cruel."

Despite Lyonel's words, he doesn't sound as if he's actually in serious pain. If anything, a tinge of delight creeps into his voice. Janella reaches up and presses one finger to his lips.

"Don't move. This is the good stuff. I don't want to lose any."

Lyonel rolls his eyes. 

"Yes, of course, dear. It isn't as if we can't get any more of it-"

Janella reaches around and slaps Lyonel's ass. He lets out an interesting sound, somewhere between a moan and a yelp of pain. He glares at her for a second but then breaks into a wicked smile.

"If you want me to stay still, that didn't exactly encourage me."

Janella ignores him in favor of finishing the task at hand. It's hard to roll a blunt with Lyonel purposefully squirming in her lap, but she eventually manages it. She holds it out to Lyonel.

"Lick it."

Lyonel wiggles his eyebrows.

"Sucking the strap should be done before riding it." He doesn't even bother trying to keep his expression serious. He takes the blunt and licks the edges of the paper, maintaining shamelessly eye contact with her. Janella wants to roll her eyes but doesn't. 

The sight in front of her is too much for her to look away. 

Lyonel sits atride her lap, his hips pressed down onto her and her strap buried all the way inside of him. His legs rest on either side of her, feet already planted underneath him for when Janella finally gives him the go ahead. The only article of clothing he wears is an antler crown he claims belonged to some ancestors of his.

When Lyonel hands the blunt back, Janella twists around towards the side table beside the bed. The motion jostles Lyonel, and he lets out a positively sinful sound. Janella grins. She twists her hips and torso a little more than she has to just to hear the noise again. 

"If you really don't, ah, want me to move..." Lyonel warns. Well, warns is a strong word, he's already moving his hips in tiny circles. Janella roughly grabs one of his hips with her free hand. 

"You want some of this?" She gestures toward the blunt. "Then you stay still."

She nearly giggles at Lyonel's expression; he practically pouts at her but stays in place. 

"Good boy." Janella murmurs absent-mindedly, running her thumb over his hip bone. Lyonel let's out a hitch of breath Janella will pursue later. She turns her attention back to her task at hand, grabbing a lighter and an ash tray.

Finally, Janella turns back to Lyonel. She places the blunt between her lips and lights it. Once she spots the smoke at the end, Janella inhales as deeply as she can. As she holds it, she gestures for Lyonel to lean closer.

Lyonel's eyes glitter. He moves without hesitant, meeting Janella halfway. Janella keeps the blunt in her left hand as she places her right hand on Lyonel's cheek.

When he eagerly moves in with parted lips, Janella exhales. Some of the smoke curls between them, but most goes directly into Lyonel's mouth. He inhales greedily. Janella fights her cough until Lyonel pushes back a little.

Fuck. Trying to hold off her cough only makes it stronger. Air floods through her lungs, and the cold sensation makes her cough even harder. Above her, Lyonel sits more upright and tilts his head back, exhaling towards the silken canopy of their bed. Janella watches him with greedy eyes, tracing the lines of his neck and throat. She wants to bite him, mark him. 

Never one to deny herself, Janella sits up as best she can. Her mark ends up being the hollow of his throat, right above his collarbone. Lyonel let's out a surprised noise which quickly morphs into an intense cough. Janella wraps both of her arms around him, one around his waist and the other going to his ass. The delighted laugh Lyonel let's out makes her double her efforts to leave a hickey.

"Take this damn bra off." Lyonel grunts. He reaches out and tugs at the straps of her sports bra. Janella pulls away.

"Why?" She challenges.

"I want to see your tits, that's why."

Janella shakes her head. She lets herself fall back onto the bed, taking another hit after she lands.

"Nope." Her voice comes out strangled as smoke billows out of her mouth. She coughs, hard.

"No?" Lyonel's voice pitches into mock outrage.

"Nope." Janella giggles. "This is about your tits and your ass bouncing on me. So get to it!"

Janella slaps his ass for emphasis. The sound Lyonel let's out makes her grin, so she does it again with a giggle.

Her giggle turns into a moan when Lyonel roots down through his feet and begins moving. Lyonel doesn't go up far at first, maybe an inch or so, but it isn't long before he's riding her with all of his might. Janella leans back, lazily putting her right arm above her head. 

When she takes another hit, she pushes up again. Lyonel's rhythm stutters when he leans forward. This time, as Janella shotguns him, Lyonel doesn't stay still, moving his hips the entire time. Janella's lips curve into a sly smirk.

"Next time we do this, I want to take body shots off of you." 

Lyonel let's out a delighted laugh, eyes slowly turning bloodshot and gaze going hazy.

"I'm certainly game for that."

[abbacchiosbelt]

Kinkmas ‘22 — Day 3: Kurapika Kurta + Pegging

kurapika needs a break from his thoughts, and you know just the solution.

CW: Pegging, reader’s strap is referred to as a ‘cock’. Gender neutral but reader is implied to be AFAB.

WC: 1.2k.

Notes: this one is a little loose with grammar and more... flow-y, but i hope it’s enjoyable regardless!

Kinkmas Index

Kurapika’s breath hitches when you rub the head of your strap against his tight hole, his knees straining on either side of you while he awaits your permission to sink down. Only with you could he allow himself to be spread open in such a vulnerable state, the body he’d trained as a weapon instead turned into a source of pleasure by your gentle touch and instruction. His cheeks are flushed and his lips bitten pink, blonde hair sticky with sweat against his forehead - you’d teased him for so long, had stroked your hand slow and easy over his straining cock until he was begging for more. 

But you refused to give it to him that way, refused to make it easy on him - Kurapika would have to work for it, and working for it meant a distraction from all the thoughts plaguing his head. It was rare that he had the time to indulge himself like this with you, so he would take everything you were willing to give him without complaint. At this moment, all that existed for Kurapika was you. You, his beloved, the one thing that could have thrown a wrench in his journey for vengeance had you not been so understanding of what it meant to him. 

You’d soothed him, soothed the self-hatred that was rooted deep in his very being until he opened himself up to you. You knew what it meant to be with Kurapika, yet you’d accepted him nonetheless. Not just accepted, though - you loved him. Loved him enough to let him destroy himself because it was the only thing that would bring sleep to the beast which raged inside of him. Loved him enough not to ever try to stop him because stopping would destroy him even more than letting his dreams of vengeance fade away.

You couldn’t change him. He didn’t want you to. He wanted to love you despite that, and you let him.

So in this rare moment of alone time when you’d pressed your lips to his and told him that he looked like he needed a distraction, he’d listened. Kurapika had let you undress him slowly while your hands and mouth roamed his body, lips pausing to press extra kisses across the scarred parts of his skin. He’d whined and breathed out your name as you took his cock into your hand, hissed in frustration when you’d pulled away before he could come. And when you had instructed him to grab the toy that had been carefully selected and placed on the end of the bed, he’d done so with haste, eager to comply with your every honey-covered command to him. 

Kurapika’s obedience had earned him your fingers inside of him, gently opening him up as you lathed kissed against his sensitive neck. But still, you wouldn’t give him what he really wanted, not yet - which led him to where he was now, hovering above your strap, cock flushed and dripping with precome. 

“Please,” he says, his gaze locked with yours. “I want to feel you-” The nudge of your silicone cock against his hole again makes him gasp, and you smile up at him. Kurapika begins again, desperation painting his voice. “Fuck me, please,” His name falls from your mouth, pleading, and finally you give him what he’s been asking for.

The well-lubed head of your cock slips inside of him with ease, slow and steady, but Kurapika’s breath is knocked out of him all the same. He pants out your name, groans deep in his chest when you reach out and grab his hips to pull him down the rest of the way. He feels so full, cock jumping at the sensation. Kurapika wants to move, wants to fuck himself on your cock, but he waits. He knows better. 

You’ll give him what he wants, you always do.

“Feel good?” You say, unmoving. Kurapika nods, and you thrust up into him as a reward. If only he could understand your side of things - how good it felt to see him unravel under your instruction, and how it made your heart ache with how much you loved him. Physically, too, seeing how much it affected him had arousal burning hot in your veins. The strap you used laid snugly across your clit for stimulation, and while you certainly enjoyed it, your focus right now was on Kurapika. “Tell me,” you coo, squeezing his hips with your hands. “Tell me that you love my cock.”

The filthy words coming from your lips make Kurapika groan. It wasn’t often that you let such lewd things fall from your mouth, but every time you did it caught Kurapika by surprise. It’s what finally allows him to truly let himself go to you, mind & body tethered to reality solely by you. It’s what makes him able to speak without embarrassment flushing hot over his body. “I love your cock,” Kurapika says, his eyes closing in reverence. “I love it, I love how you make me feel when you fuck me with it.”

“You’re always so good for me.” Kurapika opens his eyes to reply to your praise, but the drag of your cock to the edge of his hole makes him forget the words lingering on his tongue. All he can do is moan when you pull him back down, his eyes falling to gaze at the place where the two of you are connected. 

A pleasurable haze overtakes Kurapika as you continue to fuck him, his cock bouncing in time with your thrusts. No thoughts enter his mind aside from how good it feels to be fucked by you, and how much he wants to come. Your name falls from his lips over and over as he pleads without realizing it, his mind clinging to you as his anchor. 

The pleasurable haze seems to last forever until you draw him out of it by calling his name, soft and sweet. Kurapika doesn’t notice one of your hands leaving his hip until he feels it wrap around his cock and pump once, twice, before he’s coming all over your stomach, thick and hot load reaching all the way up to your chest. Your touch is everything to him - it’s the thing that makes him reach his high and the thing that brings him back down, keeps him from falling to pieces. The last throes of orgasm finish washing over him when he slides himself off of your cock, legs unstable as he attempts to maneuver your thighs apart. He wants to make you feel good too— A hand in his hair, barely there, stops him.

“I’m not worried about that right now,” you say, Kurapika unmoving as you begin to undo the toy from yourself. One hand remains on his head, petting it, until the toy is off of you and tossed to the side. You pat your stomach, and Kurapika lifts his tired body up just enough so that he can rest his head on your soft body, eyes closing as you continue to pet his hair. “Just rest for now.”

And for once, Kurapika would- lulled into sleep by your calming presence and loving touch.

[onlyjaeyun]

Jaems need his dick chopped WHY HE IS SO TOXIC?????

NOT let talk about hoon attitude,,like yn need to be girlboss in the future and put him in place peg him

-🦢

I HAD TO MAKE HIM TOXIC IM SORRY IT GIVES THE STORY SPICE 🤥🤥

aND PLS 😭 if i was a peg girly you bet your ass i would have written that but unfortunately im more on the other side of the spectrum 🤥

[kazuluvs]

MANNERS | touya todoroki x reader

SUMMARY: your boyfriend puts up too much of a fight for something so simple to do.

TAGS: afab + gn reader, dom reader, sub touya, pegging, teasing, brat touya, brat taming, he calls you a bitch, orgasm denial, soft coaxing, a little sadism, i think that's it || nsfw, minors & ageless blogs DNI.

A/N: *scratches head* idk how we got here fellas. i was js tryna watch ghost rider, and now here we are 😟 also the formatting is shit but icba ill edit a better one later. @kazupedia here u go! and as always feedback and rbs r always encouraged <3

“i’ll fucking—k-kill you.”

“mhm.” you hum, your hips pushing your silicon cock deeper against his prostate, before halting. your nails rake down a pale patched chest, passing over his nipples and forcing a hiss out of the man underneath you. “of course you will.”

“i will, i’ll burn your face o—” touya’s tough threat (and that’s all it is, really) is abruptly cut off with a choke when you teasingly move, the brush of your cock against his sweet spot forcing him to swallow his words.

“you were saying?” his face twists into a scowl as he turns away from you, chest heaving and crimson from the scratches of your nails. your eyes follow the movement of his throat bobbing, the harsh swallow audible in the quiet room.

“fuck you.”

“isn’t that what’s happening?” you click your tongue, a filthy grin stretching on your face. “oh, my bad. i’m the one doing the fucking here, aren’t i?”

his face flushes red—with anger, irritation, arousal—and his scowl deepens, but he keeps his mouth shut. he’s aware of his position, at least.

“oh, c’mon,” you drawl, lazily dragging your cock out and slowly driving it back in, purposefully changing angles and avoiding his sweet spot to relish in the quiet whimper that escapes him, “all i’m looking for is some manners.”

“i’ll show you manners—”

once again, his words are cut off with a sharp inhale when your finger lightly trails up his drooling cock, the tip swollen a deep, dark red and leaking with precum.

“i could do this all day, y’know.”

his eyes widen, and you watch amusingly as his cock twitches—at your words and in desperation. he knows you aren’t lying.

“it’s just a word. a small please is all i’m asking for.” you pout. “surely you can give me that, at least?”

“when hell freezes over.”

a laugh escapes you, and you lean down. satisfaction rises in your chest when you watch his pupils dilate the closer you get to him. your breaths intermingle and your noses graze each other when you finally stop, and a sadistic glint shines in your eyes.

his eyebrows scrunch together, but your hand’s already wrapping a tight grip around his cock and giving him a long stroke. his head drops back as a whine fans across your face, his hips bucking eagerly into your touch.

at the same time, you angle your cock to finally graze against his prostate, and a deep groan rips itself from his chest. he looks so good like this, all debauched and teetering on the precipice of an orgasm. the sight makes you lick your lips, desire bubbling hot in your gut.

“feels good?” your words are teasing, and his only reply is a low moan and an arch of his back. it’s amusing, really, how easy it is to shut him up. his breaths are hot and come quick in front of your face, and your hand increases its pace on his slick cock, the squelch loud and filthy amongst his moans.

his head lolls to the side, but you won’t have it. he’s going to fall apart underneath you, and you want him to see who’s doing it. a hand comes up to grip his chin and force his face back around, his eyes half-lidded and hazy with desire when they meet yours.

“don’t turn away from me.” you whisper. “look at me when you cum.”

“’cause you will, won’t you?” you lean back, fucking harder into him with heavy and precise strokes that hit all the right places and touch the deepest parts of him. it’s a little desperate, honestly, but he’s too far gone to notice. “gonna get all tight around me and cum hard, right? like you always do?”

he mindlessly nods, dark hair sticking to his temples with sweat and his hands fisting the bed sheets. his cock twitches and dribbles more precum in your hand, and you use your thumb to spread it around the tip, his balls drawing tight as he quickly nears his end.

you know he's not listening to you when you meanly mutter under your breath, "yeah. bet you want that real bad, huh."

a low chuckle leaves you when his mouth drops open, and you almost feel a little bad for what you’re about to do. a shiver runs down your spine when his eyes squeeze shut and he pants his next words out.

“gonna—gonna cum—”

and you completely stop your movements.

his reaction is instantaneous. turquoise eyes snap open when your hips still against his pelvis, a harsh cry tearing out of his chest when you rip your hand away from his swollen and heavy cock.

“what the fuck—”

“i don’t know why you’re surprised.” you sigh. “told you i wanted you to show some manners first.”

some sick satisfaction swells in you when his face contorts into a furious expression, teeth gritting as he spits his next words out.

“fuck you, fucking—bitch,” he angrily curses, “fuck this, i don’t even need you, i’ll just make myself cum on my goddamn own—”

he makes a move to get up but your hand pushes hard at his chest, harshly forcing his back down on the mattress.

“get off me—” he snarls, eyes flicking up to meet yours, before freezing.

your eyes bore darkly into his own, carrying an intensity he doesn’t think he’s ever seen before in them. he swallows slowly and carefully rests back into the bed.

a smile—wicked, he’s sure that’s what you are—forms on your lips, but your eyes don’t waver in their heavy stare.

“do you really wanna do that?”

for once, he stays silent.

the smile drops, and another weighty sigh leaves you. languidly, you lean back on your haunches.

“you really not gonna let me take care of you?”

his face stays impassive, but the quick glance away from you tells you all you need to know.

“don’t you wanna make me happy?” you murmur, gaze softening a little on purpose, “make me proud?”

your hand comes up to caress his hips, thumbing at the skin.

“don’t you want to cum for me?”

a shaky breath leaves him, and you hide your pleasure under a disappointed mask when he huffs, turning away from you and biting down at his chapped lip. easy.

after a few quiet moments, he mumbles something.

“what’s that?” you prompt, a little too eagerly.

he huffs again, rolling his eyes and turning back to face you, his hands playing with the bedsheets underneath him.

“i said,” he repeats with an annoyed tone, red creeping up his neck, “p-please—make me feel good. now.” he stubbornly adds on.

and there it is. a triumphant look takes over your face, and a gratified grin curves on your lips at the begrudgingly bashful nature of your dear boyfriend.

his submission feels like fire in your veins, and you’re once again reminded of just how sweet your grumpy lover is.

“well, of course, baby,” you coo, the grip on his hip turning firm as you steadily pull your hips back, slick cock momentarily peaking out and shining with lube, before you sheath it back inside him with one deep stroke. a broken groan tumbles out of him, and you hum.

“i’ll make you feel real good.”

[bieddiediaz]

it bothers me how many people seem to attach some sort of moral value to the act of pegging - it's just a sex act, people. it has no more value than any other sex act, people who enjoy it are not 'more queer' than people who don't, people wanting or not wanting to get pegged is not representative of how comfortable they are in their sexuality, it's not superior to any other sex act, and idk how to explain that 'liking it up the ass makes you gay' is not an argument you should be making

[seanfalco]

Yes! Pegging Nathan via his little buttflap!

I love the thought of Nathan getting into butt stuff because at first he’d be like, “No way! I’m not doing that, that’s GAY!” Especially in front of his friends.

But then in private he’d be dropping little hints and asking questions, letting you know that he’s at least a little curious.

Then, while fooling around, he’d encourage you slip a finger in just at the moment of climax and after that he wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it.

One day, you’d be passing a sex shop and he would suggest buying a strap on and harness “just for a laugh, lol.”

And then the next thing you know, he wants you to do him doggie style every Friday night. 🍆❤️

Happy Thursday!

I love how this is exactly how it would go. He’d play it off like a joke to save his pride, but he’s actually really intrigued.

I just really love the idea of pegging Nathan especially. Despite his bravado he’s such a subby boy. He’d make the cutest little sounds as you’re pounding that cute arse from behind. 🫣

[thighridingsamu]

morgan baby what do you think chikara’s favorite position is? i need all of your thoughts.

i realized i asked people to bother me after i decided to watch the given live action episode im the worst

he just wants you on top. theres something about being underneath you that makes it all better.

i always picture it like this. you're in bed and he leaves those kisses on your temple that he knows will make you pouty from attention, leading up to you turning your face to kiss him. chikara's a little mean and wont help you out, wont roll on top of you to deepen the kiss. he let's you get whiny and straddle his hips, chest against his and lips traveling down his neck. eventually he pushes your bottoms down your legs and lets himself out so you can sink down on him. mf wont move either, cockwarming is honestly enough for him. let's you do all the work unless he knows its been a long day or you really need to get off on him.

and sitting up, you on his lap as you fuck yourself on him/he fucks up into you, is always a fave. easy access to your neck and chest, and he finds it way too cute when you lean down to kiss him. and it's barely even a kiss when you're panting and moaning, babbling about how he feels so fucking good.

my baby's also a pillow princess, are you fucking kidding me? as much as he loves fucking you, he wants to be fucked. he wants you to shove his face in the sheets, reduce him to a drooling mess. god and he takes it so well, just lets you bend him over and kiss up his spine, teeth digging into his shoulder. to feel you pressing into him from above has his mind reeling.

and for quickies he likes sitting you down where he can (counters, sinks, drawers) and fuck you while he stands. spreads your legs open wide, hands pushing your knees apart and forehead pressed against yours.