Note: “Imagine pegg!ng Quentin” + “Can you make pegg!ng Quentin into a fic or head Cannon?” This is more reader-on-Quentin an*l play in general. But it was really fun to write so I might do a sequel sometime that focus more on pegg!ng. Still figuring out the best way to censor stuff on post-purge Tumblr… This ask was good inspiration, too.
Doing stuff to Quentin’s b*ckside would involve…
Somnophilia being the key to getting your boyfriend to be more open about his interests. You decide to steer the conversation into m*sturbation techniques. That manages to get him to admit he likes to finger himself when he thinks of you.
Quentin’s immensely relieved when he sees your curious expression. If you’re okay with it, would you be interested in touching him there?
Playing with his *sshole becomes a regular feature of your s*xual activies. Whether it’s m!ssionary, bl0wjobs, handj0bs. He wants your fingers and/or tongue up there. Sometimes Quentin asks you to wake him up by rubbing on his hole.
It’s not unusual for your BF to wear a plug when it’s just the two of you together. You two don’t even necessarily have to be doing something sexy. Sometimes he’ll fall asleep on the couch with it in and you’ll know to wake him up when his b0ner presses against your leg.
You’re not surprised when he wants to get you a str*p-on. But you’re wary about hurting him so you two go d!ldo shopping first. By that time you’re familiar enough with his pr0state you’re able to guess which one Quentin wants to start with.
While you probably overdid it with the lub3, your boyfriend is so grateful. You start by j3rking him off before taking him in your mouth, pressing the d!ldo against his eager orifice. As your lips slide down his shaft, his an*s slowly opens up for the toy.
He’s squirming a lot so you shoot him an inquisitive glance. Quentin begs you to continue. Shortly after your suck!ng and penetrating sync up, he pulls himself out.
Before you can mutter something about how thirsty you are for his c*m, your SO hands you something. It’s the harness. You look back up, only to find Quentin turned away from you, spreading his butt0cks.
Note: Read on Wattpad. This may or may not be my idea of an ideal relationship lol.
Imagine being dared into exploring Harmony’s urban legendary mine. You’re startled when you come across a miner in full uniform and trip while edging backwards. With Harry Warden standing over you, you’re sure you’re about to meet your end.
To your surprise, he places his pickaxe down and lays on top of you and listens to your heart beat. You stay like that for a while. Then you think, f*ck it, I deserve this, and start to undo your shirt.
You can’t say you’re terribly surprised when he picks you up in order to pound you hard against the wall. The fact you’re not using any sort of contraceptive only makes you wetter.
As your toes clench and unclench against his b*ckside, you can’t help but smugly think how jealous your friends will be when your belly swells with this infamous figure’s brood.
Note: Hm, not sure if I made the reader sweet here. Maybe she’ll mellow out once the sp*rm and egg meet. XD
Request: “Can I get a Chris argent imagine? Where you're Allisons best friend and one day when your over at their house you're coming back from the bathroom or whatever and accidentally walk past Chris's bedroom and he's j*cking off and moaning your name then he sees you and like you two f*ck with Allison still in the house or something”.
TBH, I’m embarrassed by how many times I rewrote this. It was originally much longer but I tried to cut down on unnecessary dialogue. Figured you guys just wanted to skip straight to the smut.
Yeah, it’s me he’s moaning an ode to.
Without supernatural hearing you wouldn’t have been able to make out Mr. Argent’s grunts. You had greeted him as usual before Allison pulled you up to her room to hang out. His eyes had been pinned on you. Like he thinks I’m a bad influence or something, you had thought as you climbed the steps. You figured you were mostly just a bad influence on his imagination. Then your stifled name hit your ears. Allison’s dad was definitely trying to be discreet about jerking it to thoughts of you.
He’d be discreet about his masturbatory habits in general. Especially the habit of fantasizing about his daughter’s best friend.
The door creaked a bit as you entered the bedroom. It took some self-control not to immediately saunter into plain sight and undress. You smiled as you approached Chris Argent, who barely had time to tuck his boner away. He only looked uncomfortable for a second before donning a neutral expression.
“Hi, Mr. Argent.” You flicked your ear. “You know I could hear you out in the hallway?”
“I- Where’s Allison?”
“In her room. She probably still has her headphones on. We were listening to music. I told her I needed to take a bathroom break.”
To his credit, he took more than a couple seconds to think the implications through. Your gaze flickered to his covered crotch, which bulged with a thick organ that wanted to fill you, then back to his face. There was a hopeful smile on yours. Chris sighed before unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock.
“Come here, ______.”
As you laid yourself on the bed he used to share with Victoria, you softened your expression and waited for him to say something else. Then you decided you might as well get a few more words in. Just in case he wanted to stuff your mouth.
“I used to think you were always eyeing me because you were afraid I was going to lead Allison astray or something,” you offered. “If I’d known you wanted me-”
“You still shouldn’t have done anything about it. But here we are.”
Then he was on you. It was nice being felt up by someone who had a couple decades of experience. You got the feeling that if Mr. Argent was rough with you, it would be because he knew you’d be comfortable with it. The way his hands went from carefully appraising your breasts through your bra to caressing the back of your neck while simultaneously trailing fingers down your belly… His right hand swept over your concealed rear while his left cupped your front.
“______, have you had sex before?”
“Yeah.”
His erection was pressing against your midriff. You had to give him props for showing some restraint. The thought of you not being a virgin made him even harder. Afterwards, Mr. Argent may regret fucking his daughter’s bestie but at least at that moment he was concerned about your comfort.
“Anyone you and Allison go to school with?”
“Who cares if I have?” you mumbled. The thought that this DILF did actually warmed your heart a little. “You have way more experience, right?”
That got him smiling. “We should make this quick. If you like it, then I’ll show you just how experienced I am in the future.”
As you allowed him to unfasten your zipper, you were pretty sure you were almost as wet as he was hard. Your pants were pulled off of your hips, taking your panties with them. Even with how aroused you were, you were beginning to feel a little nervous about the situation. Especially with his next words, as he grabbed your hips and rolled you onto your stomach.
“How’d you like to be dripping our cum out of your puss-?”
“Um, what about birth control?”
“I got a vasectomy after Allison was born.” His hand swept over your bottom again, more slowly as he admired your soft flesh. “I’m sorry, ______, I should have mentioned that.”
“Decided you shouldn’t bother trying to do better after her? She’s the perfect best friend.”
And that she’ll remain as long as she doesn’t find out about this...
“Allison has perfect taste in best friends,” Argent added. “But for now let’s focus on…”
“Oh, right.”
His palms brushed against your buttocks again as you both calculated how to angle your hips. Before the quiet made you feel too tense, he carefully slipped inside. Sighing in satisfaction at how snug you were, your best friend’s dad placed a couple digits on your sweet spot. But he didn’t do much more than create the most minuscule amount of friction as he pounded into you. You realized Chris Argent wanted both of you to climax around the same time.
“I think I can cum without fingers on my clit.”
“Really? Let’s try it.”
A hand was placed over your mouth. Then Mr. Argent really started to fuck you. Oh God, you thought, delighted. He knows what the hell he’s doing.
Yeah, right there... There, there!
Your muffled gasps and moans urged him to go faster. Seconds after you pushed back once more, shuddering, you were rewarded with a thick load of sterile semen. Your partner started to get up. Before you could ask him to put his hands back on you, fingertips began to massage your labia.
“Ohhh…”
“You deserve to cum at least one more time.”
Then he went back to playing with your pussy, using his fingers to plug you up so your combined fluids wouldn’t leak out just then. You looked over your shoulder. There hadn’t been a single trace of regret in his voice. Neither was there any on his face.
“Chris-”
“Mr. Argent,” he corrected, using one hand to swat your backside. “I don’t want you getting in the habit of being too familiar with me around Allison. Or any of your friends.”
