#simon peg

[reallycoolsoup]

I hate when Simon peg is in a movie but Nick frost isn't, like don't separate them they'll get anxiety

[wack-ashimself]

My DEVASTATING prediction for season 4 of 'the boys'...

I hope I am wrong.

Spoilers.

Hughie* gives his dad compound v to save his life (well, his mom does, technically), turning his dad into a supe.

They discover a super virus that can kill exclusively supes.

....

....2 and 2 together.

(at least he got some extra time with his dad).

My specific prediction? His dad uses his powers to save Hughie/everyone, but comes into contact with the virus, AND...suffers a REALLY painful death. Like, extremely fucked up death. This show loves its' violence...

*Am I the only one who saw pictures of Hughie in the comics and went 'That looks exactly like Simon Pegg, who plays Hughie's dad in the tv series....?"

[tojisun]

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

about this

YEAAAA oh god yea!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

and lord, it is.

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

christ.

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

[starlit-writer]

okay so we all know like "military man fucking you missionary and his dogtags swinging in your face as he fucks into you"

WHAT IF

"military man getting fucked in missionary by you, the diamond around your throat swinging as you fuck into them"

the very same one that he bought you, a mark of his love, his devotion, to his very own deity.

idk man, i love writing submissive men who are in positions of abject masculinity or power

[lustjunkiie]

eek! i’m sorry this is smut (*-*)

cw: pegging AGHH

(1/2; john & simon)

John Price:

“John?” You ask innocently over some dinner, sitting on the couch with your husband as he pores over some bank statements. He hums curiously, his glasses perched on his nose.

“Have you ever been fucked?” You ask, and he slowly turns his head to meet your gaze.

“Me?” He asks, taking his glasses off completely. He’s a bit taken aback. You nod and he blinks slowly. “Can’t say I have.”

“What if we changed that?” You ask, and he’s even more intense in his gaze than he was before.

“What’re you sayin’, dove?” He asks, tucking the documents away into a folder and setting them on the table.

“C’mon, John,” you set your dinner aside. You stand, gently gesturing for him to get up by tugging at his shirt. He obeys and follows you to the bedroom. You feel it: he’s tense, he’s hesitant, but he’s curious. The air in the bedroom is intimate as you instruct John to lay down slowly and undress himself. He is naked as the day he was born, per your instructions, as he lays down on his back.

“I might be too old for this. New tricks ‘n’ all.” He remarks from the bed as you stand in the closet, pulling the silicone toy to sit correctly on your pubic mound. It’s average size, and not too intimidating. But John sees you as you step out of the closet and he blanches. This is what you meant?!

“Never too old,” you smile as you climb into bed, nude yourself. You reach into the nightstand and pull out some lubricant — ignoring John’s soft onslaught of questions — and setting it aside for in a moment.

You lean over his body slow, feeling pride in being about to dominate such a large, powerful man. Even if only for tonight. Your hands traced his body slow, kissing at the expanse of his hairy chest and down to his hips, biting softly at his love handles. He’s already so blissed out, and you’ve barely even touched him. He’s half-chub now, and you feel that he’s ready. So you reach a free hand down to his hole, and open him up softly — adding fingers as you go.

John is torn. Between giving into this newfound pleasure and taking back his dignity. But he gives up on his pride quickly when the cold lube hits his hole. He shivers softly and looks up at you, pupils blown and lips parted softly. His whole body is so warm, he’s on fire. He’s looser now, and you slowly tease him with the silicone. He moans, already trying to spread himself more for you.

This is strange. John laid out beneath you, silently begging for more of what you’re teasing him with. You slip the tip in, and he’s already chasing the feeling, bucking his hips to try and bury you in. You shake your head, pressing a hand over his belly-button — holding him down.

“I gotta go slow, baby.” You explain, gently moving your hips back and forth, giving John time to loosen and open up.

After a moment of adjusting, you sink to the hilt and John is gone. He’s sure he’s died and gone to Heaven. He’s the hardest he’s probably ever been, and it’s leaking obscenely against his stomach and he’s stroking himself as you bully into his hole over and over again.

His little noises are new, but God, are they nice. “More,” he’d moan, bucking his hips for more friction. “Fuck,” he’d cry out. His back arched and his toes curled as you gave it to him like he gave it to you.

He’s panting, heaving and sweating and his face is so flushed and he has never looked hotter. He eventually comes with his spend landing all over his chest and his stomach, and he’s so blissed out as you go to rinse off the silicone.

You come back to bed after tucking the toy away, snuggling up to his side. “Wasn’t that nice?” You muse, and he nods. His voice is gruff as he responds.

“Very nice, luv. Fuck. We gotta do ‘at more often.” You giggle, going to respond before you hear a soft snoring. Can you blame him, dove? You wore him out six ways to Sunday.

Simon Riley:

He’s cleaning out you guy’s big, shared closet when he finds the box that the strap came in. He opens it, to find it still wrapped and unused — as if you’re saving it for something, no, someone — and dots start connecting in his head. He knows three things are true.

1) This thing is brand new, ordered behind his back.

2) He is the only man in your life. And has been for a while.

3) Your two-year anniversary is next week.

Jesus, fuck.

Is this the surprise you’ve been planning? The thing you’ve been dancing around? The thing he’s been teased about? He doesn’t know if he should toss this and hide it away or succumb to his curiosity.

I mean, you’ve never led him astray before.

Maybe this could be nice?

You come home from work, sauntering to the bedroom where he lays — watching some trashy reality show. (He will always deny that he was watching it.) You slip into some pyjamas and toss your work clothes in a corner before sliding into bed with him. He sighs, his hand finding purchase on your ass as he wraps his arm around you.

“I found something today.” He says, a hint of a smile in his voice. You already know by his tone.

“I bet you did.”

“So, you wan’a try ‘at, aye?” He asks and you nod. You’re a bit caught off guard by the way he’s already standing and undressing himself.

“You want to try it now?” You ask, sitting up.

“Want to give my bird whatever she wants.” He answers, and it feels so Simon. Like, he’s clinging to you like a life raft and if his last breath was spent underneath you — he’d be content. You nod, and retreat to grab the new toy from the closet. The prep is relatively easy, slipping it on over your thighs and securing it.

Simon is on the edge of the bed, half-chub, when you come back.

“On your hands and knees,” you order, trying to get used to the newfound authority you have. He looks at you — amused and surprised — before obeying.

You slot yourself behind him with a bottle of lube, prepping him with a few fingers. He’s grunting even at this.

He’s finally loose enough, so you align the toy and slip it in, burying ‘yourself’ to the hilt. He lets out a groan, and is already breathing heavily as he shoves his face into the pillow to muffle himself. You tug his hair back, tutting and freeing his face.

“Need to hear you, pretty boy,” you say, finding a steady rhythm and Simon is convinced he’s died and gone to Heaven, jerking himself dryly as you work behind him. He’s done in ten minutes flat, his face red and his body heaving.

“I have never,” he starts, shocked. “Never came that fast.” You giggle, tucking the toy back into the closet and shrugging.

“You always need to trust me.”

“Mm, you can lead me blind in the dark, luv, and I’d fookin’ trust you.” You giggle and Simon is asleep, his face buried in your tits, in barely any time at all.

[mistytwooo]

I want a Ghost fic where it’s Dark stalker ghost, but he’s pathetic, a loser, submissive, and easily manipulated by black dom reader… DONT JUST SIT THERE DIGING IN YOUR NOSE HOLE, START WRITING

[soaps-mohawk]

Having thoughts... Johnny went ham in the lingerie store and I am terrified for reader and everyone else if he finds a sex shop in the nearby cities because he is a menace and I feel like he'd be worse in an adult store than he was with the cute underwear

Oh he would absolutely be a menace. Unstoppable. He's buying half the store to try things out with the reader.

Johnny: *Holding up the world's biggest dildo*

'Mega:

"I don't think that will fit in me"

Johnny: oh its not for you, it's for me 😏

'Mega: "I don't know whether to be impressed, afraid, or turned on right now"

[toshidou]

it's time to bring back my brand

[lxvvie]

what ceechynaa said? “I'm peggin' that man at the back of the bus” 🙂‍↕️

[yesyourstalker]

Did y'all see what happened to fucking Winter King when he kissed a woman? Okay this is what happens when we normalize heterosexuality

[lay-z]

Should Simon get pegged next?

Yes.

IMHO he's either a whimpering mess or he's a power bottom. Something about him letting you think you have all the power and then turning the tables just... ::chefs kiss::

💜💜💜💜💜

OMG I CAN'T EVEN FUCKING DECIDE WHICH ONE I'D LOVE MORE RRRRAAAAHHHHHH 🗣🗣🗣

[chaosordoffl]

Concept: Simon Riley's father doesn't give a fuck about his son being queer, so long as he's not a pussy about it.

1. The FUCK does that mean (every bad thing ever)

2. He still never shuts up about it (in the worst way possible)

3. Yes he still calls his son slurs (no he does not have the spirit the spirit hates him)

[ghcstao3]

ghost’s family surviving meaning getting to see joseph grow up. but also meaning ghost discovers that he does, in fact, have one (1) fear, and that being tween joseph and the very specific, deepest insecurity-targeting middle schooler insults all kids his age seem to be capable of

[fairyboygenius]

sub!brat! gaz being sucked off by soap, having his mouth stuffed by ghost, and being pegged by afab!switch!reader *drops it and runs away*

[kristisnotdead]

simon pegg and nick frost films tho>>>

“Do you want anything from the shop?”