#fantasizing about grinding on his fucking horse cock-

[cygraves]

Inexperienced!Simon Riley

Just ovulating and losing my mind about fictional men as usual. Off work for a few weeks while i get some personal things dealt with and decided i needed a new blog to yap on. so be prepared for a very horny and deranged me and my ramblings about my favorite fictional fling of the week one Mr. Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley.

I like to consider myself up with the trends (wow that makes me sound old) and I've been seeing a lot of inexperienced Simon on my feed lately (bless you truly) and its got me biting at the bars of my enclosure thinking about Inexperienced!Simon Riley with reader who's just so excited to fuck him crazy style but they hold back because he hasn't done much but (because i say so) Simon accidentally grips the back of readers neck just a little too tight while rutting up into them at a slow rhythm and the downright pornographic moan that comes out of readers puffy lips has his hips stuttering and his dick twitching as he comes way too soon but readers no where near done with him yet and reader spends probably way too much time rutting against him slowly until hes hard again and then starts getting faster and harder as reader gives in and fucks Simon how they want and---

i just UGH i need him bro like its not fair-

Anyway lemme know if you guys would be interested in that! Much love!

[sugarstainzz]

IMPATIENCE KILLS - HAN JISUNG // warnings beneath break 

genre. smut pairing. han jisung x gn!afab reader  sum. your poor, needy boyfriend is desperate for a bit of relief, and it’s impossible to ignore him word count. 1.3k

tags. kinda sub!jisung, soft dom!reader, needy sex, unprotected sex (wrap before u tap), ruined orgasm, implied oral at the end, a bit of biting, “mama” is used quite a bit, pt.2

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han jisung is a needy little bitch. 

obviously you know this. you’ve known it for a while. even before you were dating you could tell. the way he stared at you for a bit too long, how he never even joked about attempting nnn, how he hated sleepovers because he “needs privacy at night.” and this neediness only became more obvious after you got with him. 

the stares escalated to groping, squeezes and caresses instead of gazes and knuckle brushing. the ass grabbing, the voice notes begging you to come home faster, jumping between your thighs when he was so sure- and dead wrong - that you were sleeping. 

it’s not that he wants to cum all the time. he just kinda needs to. his thick cock has a mind of its own, always hard and leaking over anything and everything. 

this is especially obvious right now. 

you were working on making some dinner for the two of you. nothing fancy, it’s movie night food. instant noodles with a bit of bacon and egg to liven it up. the alcoholic horse on your screen is the most important thing. or at least, you thought it was. 

jisung coming up behind you wasn’t anything to pay attention to. neither were his arms around your waist or the gentle brush of his lips on your neck. but as the gentle kisses deepen and you feel his groin press against the soft form of your ass, it becomes a bit clearer. 

the hard-on rubbing against you makes it quite obvious. 

“you want something?” you ask him, your voice a quiet hum. he doesn’t say anything back. he just whines and grinds into you. his dick is getting harder in his sweats and it’s even harder not to fantasize about it. 

“sungie.” you start again, managing to keep your composure. “do you want something, baby?”

“wan’ you…” he whines. “wanna put it in. needa put it in.”

“you gotta wait a bit.” you say, patting his hand. “i’m still cooking.” he shakes his head, nose brushing against the back of your neck. 

“don’t make me waittttt.” he cries. “please y/nnnn. i’m so hard it hurts i need it so bad please.”

you sigh, setting the noodles to the side. they need to steep for a couple more minutes anyways.

“you need it?” you ask him.

“mhm~”

“you neeeeed it?”

“so bad. please~”

you can’t help but giggle. he’s so whiny, it’s perfect. damn near crying and you haven’t even done anything. it’s already getting you wet.

“please what?” you whisper. 

he squirms a little bit behind you, desperate for relief. you can feel where the head of his cock poking his thigh- the fabric before it is already soaked in precum. you shiver a bit, your sopping cunt clenching around nothing. god, he’s so leaky. 

“please lemme put it in~” he starts. “i want you so badly, y/n. i promise i’ll make you feel good too. just lemme fuck you please.” fuck, he’s so good at begging. 

you don’t say anything, afraid your tone will give away your own desperation. instead, you gently break out of his hug and bend over, resting your torso on the cool countertop. 

jisung immediately drops down behind you, fingertips rubbing against your cloth-covered pussy. the black fabric of your panties is soaked with arousal, sticking uncomfortably to your skin. 

“so pretty…” he whines to himself. he gently peels your underwear off, letting it fall down your thighs and pool at your ankles. he plants a kiss on your entrance, licking a fat stripe up the length of your cunt. you lock your knees, ready to get some needy, pussy-drunk head, but he pulls away. you’ve hardly a second to think before he pushes his cock in, bottoming out inside of you. 

white stars of shock twinkle across your vision for a split second. he isn’t the largest in the world, but his long enough that you like a bit of warning beforehand. and even though it’s nothing special you feel so full. Ugh…

“jisung- ugh- what the fu-”

“i’m sorry,” he apologizes. “i’m sorry i know i should’ve eaten you out but you’re so wet and i want- needed- i- i- i’ll- i’ll just wait a moment, ‘kay?” it’s a generous offer. he’s already twitching inside of you. you can feel his cock in your stomach, pressed between your plush walls and the marble countertops. it takes a moment of heavy breathing, but eventually you give him the okay to start thrusting.

and start thrusting he does.

he bunny-fucks into you, each thrust making your brain go a bit fuzzier. each snap of his hips is punctuated with the head of his cock kissing a deeper spot inside of you. even though you’re wet and relaxed, you still normally need prep, and because you didn’t get any, his cock feels even bigger than normal. it’s pressing against your g-spot so hard, and every stroke past it makes you feel ready to cum. 

“m’sorry i didn’t eat you out,” he whines again. “I know I messed up m’sorry,”

“it’s okay, baby-” you sigh between moans. “fuck- feels s’good.”

“feels good? ‘m doin’ good?”

“so- fuck- just keep fucking me sungie oh my god…” 

somewhere in his mindless haze, he remembers to give your throbbing clit a bit of attention. his slender fingers tease you, your slick making his hand slide around sloppily. he rests against your back, whining in frustration as he tries to make you cum. 

“y’needa cum, baby…” he mutters. “please cum i know this pretty pussy can come for me please cum…” he’s not even teasing or coaxing. so soon he’s desperate for you to climax so he can feel the spasming of your cunt around him. he needs to feel the rush of it, hear the moaning when your orgasm hits you. and you need it even more. it’s as though his desperation has rubbed off on you. each whine, each moan, each spasm of his fingers and stutter of his hips behind you pushes you further into madness. 

you’re so close. so so close to the edge. you’re shuddering with it, with the tightness building in your belly. your skin tingles and burns in the best way, his slick-coated fingers pushing you to the abyss. but his movements are becoming erratic and choppy again. he just can’t hold on any longer.

“fuck- ‘m gonna cum~!” he whines loudly. 

“ya g’na cum?” you ask him. “sungie’s gon-gonna cum?”

“mhm~”

“you sure you can’t hold on a sec-second longer?”

“no mama ‘m sorry sung-sungie’s gotta cum i can’t hold it ‘nymore i jus’ gotta please-” 

your mind goes so fuzzy. you wanna be mean so bad. you wanna tell him to hold on, to cum before him, to have him fuck into you until he’s crying and begging but he just sounds so so sweet…

“mama?”

“you can cum, sungie,” you pant

he keens.

he unloads inside of you and bites into your shoulder so damn hard you think it’s bleeding. jisung finishes hard, and his warm cum is building up inside of you, coating your walls. he pants against your body, teeth still clamped on as his softening cock slips out with a wet pop. semen spatters against the tile floor, sticky against your thighs and ankles. your elbows shake with pleasure and your ruined orgasm. he’s mumbling nothing into your skin, you can’t understand a single thing he says.

gingerly, he grabs your shoulder and turns you around. you’re still trying to catch your breath and don’t fully register him sinking to his knees until his fingers are squeezing your thighs, beckoning them to open. 

“jisung?” you ask, going a bit rigid as he kisses your throbbing clit, ignoring the cum dripping onto his chin.

“‘m not g’na jus’ let you not cum..."

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a/n. helloooo my loves! thanks sm for reading- i haven't written anything in a super long time, so soz for anything choppy or nonsensical. stick around if u wanna see more, and always feel free to shoot me a req or drabble or what have you. mwah mwah mwah -sugar🤍

[oddaodd]

Wishful, Sinful, Wicked Blue

· Tommy Shelby Smut ·

Warnings:  smut 

Author´s note: this was loosely inspired by the The Doors song “Wishful Sinful” so if you feel like it go and listen to it ✨

They hadn’t known each other for long, but they were close alright. She was the owner of a very important merchant ship company, which she ran successfully. She and Tommy became business partners when he reached out to her to ship his gin across the sea and what begun as a simple business comradeship soon became something else .They both held a huge amount of admiration for each other and they had an incredible connection that both of them felt but neither of them dared to voice out loud. They were each other’s safe haven for putting it so, he knew he could always turn to her whenever he was having a shitty day and she knew she could do just the same. So it wasn’t uncommon for them to spend entire nights drinking and talking.

So there they were, Y/n’s lavish home had been the venue for their rendezvous on that particular stormy Friday night. They were sitting next to each other on the floor in her parlor, she was nursing some gin and Tommy was through what must have been his tenth cigarette for the night, after downing his own glass. The empty bottle of gin laying on the table and the other half empty one attested to their drinking prowess. She laid her head on his lap and he looked at her with an amused smile.

“If you weren’t yourself “Thomas Shelby OBE, who would you like to be?” She asked. Talking about everything and nothing was something they often did

After thinking about it for a second he said “Fuck, I don’t know. Perhaps a Jockey or a horse Trainer. Why?”

She smiled “ Just curious”

She stretched her arm to grab one of Tommy’s cigarettes that laid on the table without sitting up and Tommy lit it for her. They remained like that, in comfortable silence for a bit, both drowned in their own thoughts.

“If you weren’t “The Y/n Y/l/n” who would you like to be” his newfound curiosity towards her answer prompted him to ask.

She exhaled the smoke “oh I would like to be a sailor”

He chucked a bit, surprised by her answer “Really?”

She smiled and nodded, offering him the half Smoked cigarette. “I mean I could travel all around the world, Just imagine all the exotic ports of call” she paused for a second, thinking about her fictional sailor life while Tommy looked at her with adoration. “Of course I wouldn’t want to be a sailor all my life, maybe I would build myself a house in front of the beach in some tropical land. I do love to hear the wind cry in the beach. You could be there too, I don’t know how horses do on boats though, but I guess we could manage”

He chucked again and She looked up to meet his eyes to find them already on her, she adored his eyes, they made her weak on the knees. He put the cigarette out and with his now free hand held her hand. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t fantasized about him and all he could do to her with his hands several times.

“You and me and sunshine, huh?

This time she was the one to chuckle “I wouldn’t ask for anything else”

They stared at each other, silence covering everything once her chuckle died. She found herself staring unapologetic at his eyes. How wishful sinful and wicked blue they looked. She thought of how bad she wanted him to kiss her. He must have had thought the same thing for he let go of her hand and leaned in to kiss her. Without hesitation, she met him in the middle, prompting herself on her elbow. When their lips first connected something came alight in Tommy. His lips felt so good on hers, as if they were meant to be there all along. The kiss soon turned more passionate as she bit and tugged his lower lip. She could feel a smirk gracing his lips as he egged her to straddle him. Once she placed herself on top of him her hands went to tug gently at his hair  and his hands went to rest on her thighs.

Tommy soon started to unbutton the front of her dress as he kissed her neck, y/n´s breathing became heavy, the feeling of his lips and his own heavy breathing on her neck made her insides ache in pleasure and she felt  herself getting wet right there and then. She started grinding on him and a needy moan escaped her mouth as she felt him  getting hard under her . She started unbuttoning Tommys shirt but abruptly stoped at the feeling of his fingers toying with her though the now damp material of her underwear .

“So wet for me, love” he whispered into her ear and she moaned in response. He pushed her underwear aside before pushing two of his fingers inside her and smirked “so wet and tight” He started gently pumping in and out of her.

“Do you like how my fingers feel inside you, love?”

She managed to whimper a yes, knowing that she would never again look at his hands and not remember that very moment. He kept going and she felt herself loosing grip of her own self.

“God, love I have to taste you”. he said, removing his fingers from between her legs. She gave a shuddering moan at the very thought of his mouth on her sex and laid down on the carpet, he hitched her dress up and slowly took off her underwear. He ran one of his fingers along her folds before diving in with his mouth, licking her and teasing her entrance with the tip of his tongue. He looked up at her to see her  and was arrogantly pleased to see a  look of absolute neediness and pleasure in her face, She looked down at him and heavily exhaled as she saw him between her legs. The wishful sinful wicked blue of his eyes in addition to the finger of his that started rubbing her clit proved to be too much as she felt her climax nearing. “God Thomas I’m gonna cum” he carried on with his teasing, her comment only egging him to continue and soon enough, with a loud moan she involuntary shut her legs around his face , her hands tugging less than gently at his dark hair as she came.

Once she came down from her high Tommy went up to kiss her, she kissed him back hungrily, tasting a bit of herself in his mouth” I need you inside me Tommy” she begged. He smirked before getting rid of his pants, lining himself up with her entrance and teasing her with his head. “Please” she whimpered. Deciding not to torture her any longer he slowly pushed into her. She closed her eyes in bliss and wrapped her legs around his waist as he filled her. He started thrusting into her at a slow pace and as her moans and whimpers became needier and messier he sped up.

A symphony of moans, praises and whines filled the room, neither of them  caring if anyone heard. “You feel so good around me” he whispered into her ear, knowing exactly what his words did to her. “And you feel so good inside me” she moaned feeling the familiar coil inside her building up again.

“F-fuck Tommy I’m close”

“I know love, I can feel you clenching around my cock”

“God, Thomas” She whimpered and held on to his arms. “I want you to cum inside me”

“Fuck y/n” He moaned at her wishful, sinful words and started rubbing her clit in circles as he felt himself getting closer too. “You want to feel my cum inside you, is that it?” He teased, his accent thick and his voice low.

“Yes. Tommy please” she begged feeling herself on the brink of her orgasm and he felt it too.. “Fuck love. Come around my cock ” he whispered to her ear. She felt the coil inside her snap at his words and violently came, holding tightly on to him. The clenching of her walls and the raw expression on her face along with her moans made him come only seconds later. The feeling of him spilling inside her  only prolonging her orgasm as they rode their highs together.

He then laid next to her on the carpet. Both panting and breathless.

“If you ever become a sailor, Im going with you” he said after a while, recalling their previous conversation.

She knew she couldn’t take his words to heart. Thomas Shelby was not the type of man to just drop everything and go, and  she would never leave her company either,  but nevertheless, his comment made her insides warm. She brought  her hand up to his face and prompted him to look at her. “Wishful, sinful, wicked you” she mumbled with a smile and at that moment, the world living outside y/n´s parlor seemed to fade like the sun shining deep beneath the sea.

[moody-cowdaddy]

Helping Hand

Arthur Morgan x Reader | Oneshot/Drabble #2

Summary: You're in major need of relief, and Arthur offers a solution.

Category: PURE SMUT. Masturbation.

A/N: Super short and to the point. I also haven't forgotten about the requests, I'm going to continue working on them now. I just needed to get this outta my system. 🤤

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You absolutely dreaded getting your cycle each month. The symptoms before you got it seemed to get worse and worse each time.

It also didn't help that you wanted to jump just about any person's bones that you saw during those times because of those symptoms, either. You were damn near insatiable when it came to that time of the month, and touching yourself could only help you so much. Ever since you had been at camp, you had fantasized about Arthur. Thinking about him was how your hand ended up between your thighs most of the time, and when you were like this, the thought of him fucking you was literally all you could think about.

So, of course it would end up being you and him that were put in charge of taking the wagon to Valentine to collect goods. The whole ride there you were squirming in your seat, clenching your thighs, and praying to God there wouldn't be a damp spot visible in your pants from how wet you were.

Luckily, there wasn't, and you were happy to have a moment out of the wagon to compose yourself as Arthur gathered up the supplies in town, but the ride back was when the real trouble began.

Your core was aching so terrible on the way back that, you thought you'd literally explode. You could barely pay attention to a thing Arthur was saying, all you could focus on was being this close to him and those oddly pleasurable sensations everytime the wagon hit a bump, which, was pretty much the full length of the road from Valentine to Horseshoe Overlook. You had your thighs clenched as tight as a drum, trying to hold back the small moans that threatened to escape.

"You even listenin' t'me?" Arthur complained, finally noticing you weren't paying a lick of attention to him.

"Wh-what?" You snapped your head towards him.

He grumbled, shaking his head. "I asked why y'was squirmin' 'round in that seat like'a snake. Y'been doin' it ever since we left camp."

You could feel your face go hot and red, realizing that he had noticed how strange you were acting. Just as he spoke, he hit a particular big bump in the wagon and it made an audible moan escape you.

"Stop. Please, stop the wagon," you begged. You still had your thighs clenched tightly together.

"The hell's wrong wit'chu? You a'ight?" He cocked his head at you, pulling the reins for the horses to slow.

You sighed, shaking your head. "It's.. female problems."

"An' what does that mean?" He squinted at you.

You turned your head to him, a blank look on your face. "Like, the kind that people usually have.. Another person to take care of for them..."

He sat there for a minute, looking at you in confusion until it dawned on him what you meant. "Oh.. Oh. I mean, I, erm, well, I don't rightly know what'ta say for that'un. Think we've all been through that."

"I hadn't really expected y'too, but you asked an' I answered. An' yeah, that's the problem. I have no one." You gritted your teeth hard, not wanting your embarrassment to show.

Neither you or Arthur were very shy about anything with eachother, you'd have conversations about anything, and that included the ins and outside about what people do in the bedroom, but this was the first time either of you had ever come right out and basically say that you needed some sexual relief.

"If you ne- I me-," Arthur stammered as he stared you dead in the eyes before sighing and turning his head back to the road.

"What is it?" You shrugged.

He turned his head back to you, slightly. "I was jus' gon' say I'd help if I could, but I didn't wanna say nothin' outta line."

You shook your head at him with glazed eyes. "No.. That's not outta line," you breathed. "Would you help me, Arthur?" You bit your lip.

He swallowed hard, his grip tightening on the reins as he shifted in his seat. "What do, uh, what'd'ya want me t'do?"

You pressed your hands down onto your thighs, still looking at him. "Jus' touch me.. Please.. I ain't gonna last long anyway," you admitted.

His lips parted slightly as he breathed, seemingly surprised, and a little more than interested to hear you talk to him like this, and that was made all the more evident by the bulge in his pants. He looked at you in the eyes, then down to your pants, then back up into your eyes again.

"Get'em unbuttoned then, girl," he said in a commanding, low tone.

You obeyed quickly as you fiddled with the button on your pants to get them open, and to get the zipper down. You shimmied them down just enough so he'd have some room to get his hand inside. He let go of the reins on the wagon, looking at you with hunger as he reached over to you, slowly slipping his hand inside of your pants.

You hissed, feeling the first brush of his fingerstips over your mound, you threw your leg over onto his to spread yourself open for him just a little more. Luckily, the road was completely deserted and you didn't have to worry about anyone seeing, but right now Arthur Morgan had his own hand shoved into your pants, so you really didn't give a shit if a whole parade decided to come through in that moment. You moaned louder when his fingers slipped between your folds for the first time, making you lift your hips just a little to get more friction.

His eyes widened when he felt just how wet your were. "Christ. Y'sure y'ain't been swimmin'?"

You scoffed, shakily, "I told ya.. I'm achin' so damn bad, Arthur."

"I know, darlin'. I'ma take care'a ya now," he said gruffly.

"Oh, please," you moaned, clamping one of your hands around his arm when you felt his finger starting to draw circles around your clit.

"How ya want it?" He said, trying to hold back the grunt in the back of his throat.

"Mmm," you moaned, "jus' like that."

"Y'like that?" He breathed, dipping his hand down to insert a finger inside of you. "What 'bout this?"

"Just play with me," you groaned seductively.

He shifted in his seat again, and you could see his cock straining against those dark slacks he had on as he watched you writhe right there on the spot. You held his arm in place as you bucked your hips upwards, grinding yourself against his hands. You were already on the verge of finishing, but you wanted to try to make it last as ling at you could. You pressed your head against his shoulder, riding his hand. With your own hand, you brushed over his hard cock, and he let out a pleasurable growl at the feeling, and it only enticed him to plunge two of his fingers deeper inside of your pussy, hitting the sweet spot inside.

You cried out at the sensation, panting, and your legs shaking as you got closer and closer to an intense climax. "Fuck.. Fuck. I'm gonna come soon."

"Tha'sit, darlin'," he growled. He pulled his fingers out of you, spreading your slit with his Index and ring finger to go at your clit with his middle finger again. "Y'better come for me."

He palmed his cock through his pants as he watched you getting off for him. You pressed your head harder into his arm, trying your best to muffle your moans, but Arthur wasn't having any of that, he wanted to watch his handywork.

He took his hand away from his length to life your head up to him. "I wanna hear it. I wanna see that pretty face'a yers when you come, too."

All you could do was nod at him in response as you moaned brokenly. That was it. That was the straw that, not only broke the camels back, but also the legs. If anyone was in the near vicinity, there was definitely no way that they weren't able to hear your desperate whines and cries as you came hard. You writhed against his hand as he drew feverish circles around your clit now, you already knew that you soaked his hand, but he didn't seem to care. He let out a grunt as he watched you, gritting his teeth, reaching back down to grab his cock through his pants again.

"Goddamn," he hissed. He let out a guttural growl as his body jerked as if a jolt of electricity had went through it.

It didn't take you long at all to realize that he had come too, when he saw just how hard you had come for him. It was made all the more apparent when you could see the wet spot spreading across the front of his slacks now. It made a small smile of pride tug at your lips as you rode out your climax. The two of you were panting messes, but you were finally able to settle yourself back down onto the wooden seat of the wagon, pulling your leg away from his, and releasing his arm from your grip, satisfied for the moment.

You let out a long sigh, laying your head back. "Jesus Christ."

Arthur didn't say anything for a moment, he just sat there, shaking his head as he caught his breathe. "Well, that was a goddamn first.. Shit, I gotta change pants now."

You chuckled, "Yeah, same here."

He cut his eyes over to you, still giving you a desirable look as he slowly pulled his hands from your pants. You shuddered, feeling his fingers brush over your heated skin again. He didn't lose eye contact as he brought his finger up to his mouth, dragging his tongue along it to taste you.

"Ya owe me one, gal." He gestured his head at you.

"You name the time and place," you said seriously.

He smirked, giving you a nod. "Better meet me later tonight then."

"I'll be more than ready to repay ya by then, so, y'got yourself a deal, Morgan."

He gave you a wink before picking up the reins again to continue the journey back to camp.

You knew you had really gotten yourself into something now.

[arthurmergan]

Arthur Morgan x Reader

Word count: 1.1k

Warnings: smutty smut smut

Ride

“Y/N! Pull the reins back!” Arthur yelled out to you. “How can one woman be so bad at this?!” He was laughing hysterically now. He’d been promising to teach you to ride a horse for some time, and it wasn’t going well at the moment. He’d been trying to teach you for hours.

“Arthur I’m just not good at this” you chuckle and hide your face in your hands as you finally bring Arthur’s black shire horse to a halt. He was such a gentle giant, but you still weren’t able to effectively control him. Your riding may had been smoother if Arthur wasn’t there. You had undeniable romantic feelings for him, and you suspected he felt the same way. The two of you being together sparked an immense amount of sexual tension, but also made you nervous.

“It’s alright, sweetheart, cmon” Arthur says as he flashes you a smile and reaches out to help you off his steed. You slide down into his grip, allowing your feet to meet the ground.

“I’m never going to be good at riding, let’s face it” You breathe out heavily and plop yourself onto the ground, sitting with your legs crossed. Arthur remained standing, he raised his eyebrows and smirked while looking away in response to your comment.

“Oh, I’ll teach you how to ride. Don’t worry” He says sensually and joins you on the ground.

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, Arthur” You jokingly scoffed. You had gathered an idea of what his facial expression implied about the double meaning of your words. You two sit there for a second and stare off into the distance. You look over at Arthur who seemed more distracted than normal. A smirk was inching onto his face. 

“You okay over there?” You question him while nudging him with your arm.

“Oh, I’m just fine. Just lost in thought s’all” He replies, wiping his face as if to wipe away his day dream.

“What are you fantasizing about, Mr. Morgan? C’mon tell me!” You tease him.

“I ain’t fantasizing about nothing, Y/n!” He says defensively and blushes, raising your curiosity even further. 

“I don’t believe you” You continue to tease and sit up on your knees. Arthur looks up at you.

“You really wanna know what I’m thinking about?”

“Um, yes?” You reply. Arthur moves in close to you.

“I’m thinking about teaching you how to ride” He confesses in a low and gruff tone, spoken at a loud whisper. Your heart begins to race, and you plan to pretend to be clueless.

“But, Arthur, you just tried to teach me?” You say innocently and smirk. He looks at your lips intently, then back into your eyes.

“Well” He breathes out and grabs you swiftly by the waist, pulling you quickly into his lap, you gasp. 

“Why don’t I try again? I got somethin’ else you can ride” He whispers into your ear, sending shivers down your spine and causing a warmth to develop between your legs. You tremble in anticipation for what was to come next. You felt a bulge pressing against your open legs. Your instinct was to grind your hips forward. Arthur groaned softly and tightened his grip on you.

“I’m not good at riding, though, Mr. Morgan” You play along and tease him.

“Oh, I’ll show you how its done, sweetheart” He purrs and places his lips to your neck. Arthur sucks gently at your skin. His hands have moved to remove your clothing. You rip his buttoned shirt open, exposing his broad, manly chest. He laid you on your back as he eagerly undressed you completely. Before pulling you back into his lap to straddle him, he pulled his trousers down low enough for your access.

He gently ran his fingers through your slit as you hovered over him, feeling how wet you were already. You were aching for him inside you. He positioned his throbbing cock at your entrance. You hold onto his shoulders as you slowly slide yourself downward onto him. He groaned loudly once he was all the way deep inside you. His cock stretched you so wide and you throw your head back in pleasure with a hint of pain. 

“Fuck, baby” He moans. You two stayed motionless for a moment, taking in the feeling of being as close as possible.

“Tell me how to make you feel good” You whisper.

“Move your hips like this” He says and guides your hips up and down. You had a good idea of what you were doing, but you liked to let him think he was teaching you. His groans became deeper as you began to curl your hips with your previous motions. 

His dick hit every sweet spot you had, and even allowed you to discover new ones. Your moans were quiet but so innocent. Your sounds were so hot to Arthur. He was enjoying every second of you riding him, you could see and hear his satisfaction. Arthur had been sitting upright, but he had now laid down so he could watch you better. 

You place your hands on his chest for leverage and change the rhythm of your riding. You bounce yourself harder onto him. He begins to basically squirm under you, you could tell that he was in absolute ecstasy.

“Y/N I don’t think you need to be taught anything” He manages to mutter through his sounds of pleasure.

“Am I doing good Arthur?” You ask, even though the answer was obvious. 

“Oh, yes” He replies breathlessly

You change your pace and begin to grind into him slowly. He arches his back and then aggressively grabs your waist. He leans back into a seated position and lifts you up slightly. He then thrusts into you hard and fast.

You let out a loud gasp and whine uncontrollably. Arthur muffles your sounds by crashing his lips into yours and continuing to thrusts hard into you.

“You did so good sweetheart, let me fuck you now” He growled. “You look so beautiful like that” He looked at you in admiration while he was deep inside you. His thrusts became faster and you were both moaning incredibly louder now. 

“I’m gonna cum, y/n”

“Cum inside me” You plead through your heavy breathing. Your plead pushes him over the edge, his thrusts slow down and his moaning intensified. He held you tight while he spilled himself into you. You wait a moment before you remove yourself from him. 

You both lay in the grass and catch your breath. You begin to chuckle and Arthur looks over at you with a smirk already plastered onto his face. He then joins in laughing with you.

“I guess you did know how to ride after all, didn’t you?” Arthur jokingly comments.

“We’ll pretend like you taught me that” You reply and wink at him.

A/N: my own writing doesn’t usually turn me on but WHEW CHILE I need a minute

[shitimashamedtolike]

A Bad Idea Gone Wrong

Michael Myers x Reader

(reader is ftm, but doesn't effect story or pov)

This was a bad idea.

Correction, this was a terrible idea.

That wasn't stopping me.

My hands shook as I wrote the last of my notes for the day. Shuffled the papers. Straightened them. Fidgeted with my pens. I was stalling. But I couldn't make myself say "fuck it" and leave. I'd made a decision and I was gonna stick to it because I was a stubborn bastard. I stood after almost an hour of indecision with a heavy sigh, groaning as I stretched out my legs from sitting so long.

It was now or never. Today was the perfect day, no doubt. The guards tonight were idiots, eager to sleep or play cards in the security room instead of actually paying attention, and...and he had had an...episode...of sorts today. So enough sedatives to knock out a horse had been pumped into his system not four hours ago. They'd be in effect until at least midday tomorrow. This was still fucking insane.

Of all the people on planet motherFUCKING earth, I had to be insanely hot for one Michael Audrey Myers. Jesus Christ. I'd been on his "care team" for about a year now and it just kept getting worse. He was about five years older than me and literally a foot taller. He could crush me like a soda can. God, I wanted him to. The muscles, the way his hair framed his face, what little was visible, and those eyes… Jesus, those eyes. That idiot Loomis thought they were dead, nothing in them. But they weren't. Just deep. There was always something going on, he was always watching, thinking. Silent.

The silence got to me too, but not as it should. It just got me hotter, imagining what I could do to make him make any noise, a groan, a word, even a single pant would be enough. I shifted uncomfortably now as I walked through the dead halls of Smith's Grove, feeling how my briefs clung to the growing wetness in my pants. Now that I was actually moving, actually doing what I'd been fantasizing about for so long, I could feel myself soaking through them, throbbing in time with my pulse, breath quickening. By the time I crept up to the guard station in front of Michael's ward it was all I could do not to pant myself. Peeking around the corner I was met with my worst fear and deepest hope.

Nothing.

The guards were up in their little break room, ignoring their duties, and probably half asleep.

Jackpot.

My hands only shook a little bit as I unlocked the gate, wincing as it creaked swinging open. The hall seemed to stretch on forever, my footsteps echoing painfully against the linoleum. Last door on the left. The only one with a padlock over the original deadbolt. The cold metal brushing my fingertips made me jump, somehow grounding me to the fact that I really was here, out of drifting thoughts about previous fantasies. The padlock, well used, didn't make any noise aside from the click of it opening, nor did the door itself, silent on greased hinges.

Fitting.

I slid through the tiniest possible opening, making sure to wait for the door to click shut before settling against it to look around. The moonlight illuminated to tiny room, casting bizarre shadows across the masks papering the walls, and...him. Michael. He was strapped down to the twin bed in the corner, directly to the left of the door, face still mostly covered by his hair despite not having one of  his usually ever present masks. His breathing was deep and even.

Undisturbed.

My first step towards him scraped across the floor, making me cringe at the noise, but I stayed quiet the rest of the way to the bed, not stopping until I was standing over him. He was even more beautiful up close like this. A strong jaw, the barest hint of scruff, high cheekbones, the slightest uptilt to his nose. And his eyes... unfortunately closed. I reached towards him, slowly, almost in slow motion, and gently brushed his hair away from the left side of his face, taking the opportunity to hold his cheek for a moment. A shuddering sigh hissed from between my barely parted lips as I stroked down the side of his face and hair. Fuck. This was everything I'd wanted. I was sure I'd soaked through my scrubs at this point. Continuing to watch Michael's face, I dared to allow my left hand to creep beneath the waistband of my pants. That first touch made me moan, sharp and surprised, before my hand jerked back from him and covered my mouth. I almost collapsed when I began circling my clit, deliciously slowly, legs trembling with need. I couldn't hold back anymore, taking even myself aback as I climbed into the bed, throwing my leg over Michael's waist so I straddled him. My soaking pussy grinding into his cock as I did so. My hand muffled the low groan of satisfaction I let out, jaw straining to hold in any other sounds as I started to rock back and forth, rubbing my clit through my, by now surely ruined, scrubs. So caught up in my giddiness, I didn't notice that Michael's eyes had slid open, ever so slightly, when I got on top of him. That he was watching with growing interest. That the place where they'd tranqued him hadn't actually gone all the way in, allowing the dose to pool under the skin. That he, therefore, hadn't actually been sedated. Clever as always, he'd faked it. What I did notice, though, was when he started getting hard beneath me. My grip tightened on the sheets, eyes wide and ecstatic as I gazed down to see the results of my efforts. Then, I couldn't help but notice the slightest shift of Michael's head. I froze.

Glanced up.

Met his gaze.

Oh shit.

Baby blues, black in their depths, pinned me in place with paralyzing fear. Minutes, each feeling like hours passed as we stared at each other. His cock twitched. My legs gripped his hips tighter automatically. Something in his gaze snapped.

With barely a moment's resistance he broke through the restraints holding his arms down, right hand slamming around my throat, left crushing into my hip. Panicking, I wiggled, my own hands shooting up to try and pry his away so I could breathe. It was like trying to move a statue, quickly making me give up and simply hold his wrist as he suffocated me. Perhaps that's what he was waiting for. A few more seconds passed, my breathes barely wheezing through his grip, eyes wide and teary, similarly held by his. Clit throbbing in damn near painful arousal. At this rate I was gonna cum before he killed me, just from his hands on me. I rocked down once more, unable to hold myself back any longer. If I was going to die (which was incredibly likely) I might as well enjoy it. Instantly, his hand on my hip forced me to be still, ignoring the breathy whines whispering out of me, taking up all the precious little air I had. Black spots quickly grew in my vision, eyes unfocused as I lost consciousness.

When I woke up my shirt was gone, binder still in place. Pants being slipped off. A hiss of pain from nearly being strangled alerted my undresser to my return to wakefulness, making them pause slightly before looming into my field of vision. Michael had put on one of his masks, a particularly blank one at that, his eyes just barely visible in the poor lighting. He was completely hard now, a more than sizable tent clear in the hospital issued sweatpants he wore. I stared for a moment, swallowing thickly in both desire and anxiety. As I did Michael stepped closer, grabbing my shoulder and forcing me off the bed and onto my knees. Eye level with his erection thanks to our height difference. I reached out, almost in a daze, but he snatched my wrist in a crushing grip. My eyes shot up to his, taking in the barely perceptible shake of his head as he gave my wrist one more good squeeze. No hands. Noted. He seemed satisfied with my submission, hand drifting to his waistband and dragging his pants down just enough to free his cock.  He was big, even taking his physique into account, cut, and thick. My mouth was actually watering, I wanted him so bad. I licked my lips, eyes locked on as I tried again to swallow the lump in my throat. His hand fisted in my hair before I could do anything else and shoved me towards his cock, rubbing it along my cheek. My mouth flew open, tongue in the air as I silently begged him to let me suck his dick, but he ignored me in favor of dragging it along my lips and cheek. Marking me in a way, I realized distantly. Impatient at last, it seemed, when he did shove his cock in my mouth it was hard and fast. I gagged instantly as he hit the back of my throat, but he didn't stop, the hand on the back of my head holding me in place. He set up a harsh pace, giving me no respite as he fucked my throat, the little breaths I stole through my nose barely keeping me going. I was moaning the minute I could, whoreish groans making me choke even harder as my pussy throbbed in time with his thrusts. I'd never been happier the patients rooms’ were soundproof. Eventually he started twitching, cock throbbing, and I knew he was getting close. I redoubled my efforts, sucking and licking as best I could. But...

My groan of frustration when he ripped himself from my mouth and stepped back rang embarrassingly loudly in the suddenly still room, but he didn't give me time to process that before I was being yanked into my feet. He ripped off my underwear, the band raising stinging lines where it had dug in before breaking. Michael spun me around to face the door, throwing me forward so that I slammed against it, hands locking onto my hips as soon as I did. His body forced mine punishingly hard against the metal, heat radiating off of him in sharp contrast. I almost squealed when I felt his hand dart between my legs,  exploring briefly before a finger was rammed inside. He added a second one and jackhammered them into me without pause, slick squelches accompanying each thrust. I really did yell at that, back arching under his chest as my legs gave out. He let me slide down slightly, hand pulling away for a moment as I whimpered. I dimly registered the mask hitting the ground before I was lifted off the ground abruptly by his hands under my knees, still facing the door as he lined up. The second he found my entrance again, he dropped me, thrusting all the way inside in one fluid motion. My eyes almost popped out of my head, no sound escaping for once, as I processed the massive cock suddenly rearranging my pussy. The pain only added to the mind numbing pleasure of finally being so. fucking. full.

Michael motherfucking Myers had his dick in me and that was way hotter than I even imagined, bringing me to the brink of orgasm just by putting it in. I was brought back to reality by the first thrust, making me shake in pleasure as he quickly found his rhythm. He fucked like a machine, deep, fast, consistent, and hard. Each time his hips connected with my ass the sound snapped through the room and I could feel the bruises forming just from his thrusts. I came embarrassingly fast and loud after he started, but other than smashing me even further against the door, he showed no signs of slowing or changing in any form. Oversensitivity made me squeak with every movement, panted moans filling the space in between. Later, I'm sure I'd be horrified. I never made much noise, let alone such slutty sounds for one of my patients, a murderer currently balls deep inside me. The tip of his cock was ramming directly into my cervix now, electric pleasure-pain racing up my spine. I came again just as I felt him bury his face in my hair, breathing slightly deeper than usual as he inhaled my scent. I sobbed while he brushed his lips across my neck and shoulder, almost gentle for a split second. His teeth came out directly after, bites, nips, and harsh sucks littering my neck as he fucked me into the door. I tried to turn my head to look at him, but he just picked up his already insane pace and sunk his teeth into the back of my neck, almost scruffing me. Just as I was beginning to go numb the barest hint of a groan left him, directly behind me ear, as he finally shuddered, thick, hot, cum pumping into me as he came. My eyes rolled back as I came again as well, I would have squirted if I hadn't  been so full of him. My body was doing it's best to suck up as much of his cum as possible, milking him for everything I could.

He stepped back and I oozed to the floor, legs utterly useless, panting like I'd run a marathon. But he wasn't done. I was arranged onto the bed once more, ragdoll limbs forced into a head down ass up position I happily maintained. I could feel him cum starting to leak out of me, ever so slowly, and his heavy gaze on my pussy watching it. He ran a finger over my entrance, collecting the excess before drifting up to my ass. I didn't even jump as his finger forced its way into my asshole, a low groan my only response. It was gone as soon as it came, having deposited this makeshift lube, quickly replaced by his cock.

This time the pain was unignorable, a strangled cry cracking on it's way past my lips before the hand not holding my hips in place slammed over my mouth, forcing it shut. He didn't wait for me to adjust, immediately starting up the same brutal pace as before, balls slapping against my clit, making me twitch. I'd never cum just from my ass before and desperately tried to wiggle my hand down to rub my pulsing clit, but his hand left my mouth to grab my wrists, pinning them above me as he straight up fucked me into the mattress. I was screaming at this point, the sheer force and mix of pain and pleasure driving me insane. The knot in my gut crept closer and closer, barely growing, but eating at me nonetheless. I squirmed harder than ever before, to get away or for more I'm not sure.

After what seemed like hours I felt Michael hunch over, fingers digging into my hip even more, and his thrusts jerking ever so slightly. His mouth crashed onto my neck again, savagely biting at the marks he'd left before, deepening them and making others. A definite groan of pleasure left him as he came this time, even more cum pumping into my ass, warmth filling me as he spasmed. I could feel my throat tear at the guttural scream that left my throat as my own orgasm slammed into me like a sledgehammer, almost blacking out as I convulsed beneath him.

We fell asleep like that, or, I did, at least. His cock still in my ass, plugging in all of his cum, him on top of me, smothering me into the mattress that smelled like him and sex.

He shook me awake as he finally pulled out with a wet sound that had me turning bright red. Sunlight was just beginning to peek through the window and I knew immediately that I had to get back to my desk before anyone realized I was missing, if they hadn't already. I threw on my pants, unable to find my underwear or one of my socks in my rush, limping over to the door. Michael stood behind me the whole time, his silent presence making me tremble with need all over again. After peeking out the door to make sure the coast was clear (thank God I hadn't lost the key...) I turned back into the room, only to be met with the wall of muscle Michael calls a chest. He peered down at me through another mask, gaze as dead as ever. Maybe...a hint of something else, definitely not affection, but something... I shook my head slightly, forcing myself to focus once more. I waved goodbye, whispering through my ragged throat as I closed the door

"I'll see you again soon...Michael."

[confessionsofagaywhore]

Finally got fucked <3

I turned 18 a week ago and the day after I went on craigslist. While I usually just fantasize through the pictures of nearby older men looking for boys like me, I was super horny and went for it. I wore a short tshirt and short shorts to make him want me starting the second he saw me. So this 30y.o. hunk of a man picked me up at the mall and drove us into the parking structure. I saw his bulge growing and grabbed it. He asked if I would "sit my juicy ass on his lap," so I awkwardly stepped over the middle section and I didn't know I put my ass right in his face. He pulled my ass onto his face and stopped the car before he even parked  (no one was there but still hot). After he spent a few minutes ravaging my ass to his best ability through my shorts I felt the air on my ass cheeks as he pulled into a parking spot. He had pulled the shorts up through my crack to expose me. Then I got the pre-virginity-loss anxiety. I thought about how it could go wrong, etc. I was all nervous all of a sudden because I thought he wouldn't like how little leg hair I had or my boyish skin. I have a weird hormone issue where I shoulda gotten hormone injections years ago, but my parents didn't agree with it. So I'm still developing all slow. Anyways, as it turns out I was wrong since he pulled those shorts over my ass and spent a solid half hour just licking every inch of it. Then he pulled his cock out. I looked over my back to see the first penis I ever made grow. It was like 7.5 in cut and literally throbbing. I could feel my saliva soaked hole like vibrating almost I was so horny. I thought I had all my fantasy's filled: a masculine older man overcome with lust for me with a fat cock and the perfect attitude. Then I discovered another kinda embarrassing turn-on for me. "Do you want daddy's cock in that ass?" I felt such an intense wave of lust come over me that I couldn't even talk so I just just pushed my ass onto his crotch. His cock was snuggling between my ass cheeks as I grinded into him. Finally I regained speech and looked back at him "Does daddy want this ass?" I felt the girth of his dick rubbing inside my bubble butt cheeks and up against my hole. When he pushed me up to grab the lube, I realized how small and innocent I was compared to this pure alpha male. He was thick (not fat but like broad) and tall, maybe like 6' even, 200 lbs, aged and hairy all over. I'm like 5'5, average to skinny body, barely have any body hair besides a few pubes and eye brows. After he squeezed the lube in between my butt cheeks, he sank his cock back into the accommodating gap between them. Within minutes I was twerking on it and even let out a few moans that were way to high to be coming from an 18 year old boy's mouth. He pulled my shirt off and this continued for a while. Eventually I started putting the pressure on my hole. He took the hint and point it towards the opening of my now begging "boy pussy" as he called it. The minute I felt the warm tip slide in, I sat up on my feet and began the cherry-breaking. I got a slutty case of the hiccups as I began bouncing on it. I muttered a rhythmic "oh dah, uh ya, mnh," until he pushed my upper back forward and pulled my ass back towards him. I felt my hole open a bit and finally got to finishing the word I wanted to say just as badly as he wanted to hear: "mmm daddy.." He helped me get the hang of bouncing my ass with a full back arch by controlling me to start with his hands. After I got the groove, he let go and I was doing it all by myself. I wish I had a video of this, the contrast in age was hot and the dirty talk got intense. "You look so hot bouncing on daddy's cock" followed by a spank or handfull of ass and response from me like "my ass is all yours big daddy." I bounced on that cock for about an hour before he bent me over the center console which was uncomfortable for both of us. So, he said lets move to the back. I was so horny at that I denied his attempted escape from my soon to be gaping "boy pussy." He let out a "Oh fuck" or something and then laughed it off. "If you do that again without warning you might make daddy bust to soon," he warned me "I want daddy's cum," I told him. He stuck his ams behind my legs almost at my knees and I thought he was trying to pull again so I pushed back. He went back, then pushed the back of my legs forward and lifted me up a bit so that my legs came all the way forward and then upwards towards my face. Thankfully I'm flexible from soccer because it was so quick and aggressive that I probably coulda torn a hammy. With his arms pulling both my legs over my left shoulder, he opened the door so we could get out. Once he got us out, he paused for a moment and began fucking me like that. My hole felt like a thousand tickles and a charly horse with every masculine pump he made. Forgetting we were outside, my moans got a little to loud for comfort so he slowed it down and told me "you want the whole mall to hear you beg for daddy's cock like a little slut?" My moans became mixed with a giggle after he said that and I came back to reality for a moment. Any form of control I had vanished when I looked down to see I was being held about 4 feet from the ground, in a cradle like hold with a fat cock buried in my wet hole. He let one arm down to open the door and held me with one arm as he brought us into the back seat of the car. Even during this movement, he was singlehandedly pumping my ass up and down with only his left arm. Once he sat us down, he sank in balls deep and revived that tickle and charly horse feeling again. Instead of fucking me, he just held me there, teasing me like a desperate slut. Despite my pleads for him to fuck me, he told me i looked like "such a slut in this position." I continued to beg but he held me there until my words started to cut off again. Probably sounded like "plee fuck plees fu me ple fuck". "You want me to fuck you like a slutty little bitch?" he asked me. I responded something like "yea, fuck me like a slut big daddy." That was all he needed before he started lifting my ass up and down on his boner again. He laughed and told me I was his "little pocket pussy." After another 20 mins of naughty talk and intense fucking, he finally asked me "You want daddy's cum my little anal slut?" (I wanted his baby at this point) "I want the cum please daddy." The feeling is something I'll never forget. I felt the warm streams slowly filling me and then trickle back out as my ass reached capacity. He gave me the last few minutes of his boner before it came to a sad end. I reached down to make myself cum but was let down when I felt my own cum already drained on my legs and chest. He gently pulled out and I tried to close my ass to keep his sperm inside me. As he lifted me off of him and onto the chair beside him I felt a huge pool of his cum flow out of my "boy pussy." Even then, I could feel more left inside me. I broke the awkward post-sex-with-a-stranger silence and told him "there is so much cum in my ass," with a giggle. "You can keep it, too" he said with a laugh. He asked if I liked it (even though he knew he gave me the fuck of a lifetime). I told him it made me feel like a total sissy boy, but I loved it then I wanted to know how i fared with an obvious sex-veteran like him. "How was I though?" he put his big hand on my thigh and looked me in the eyes "You have the hottest body I've ever touched, and the by far nicest ass on the outside and inside too." I blushed so red after that and tried to be modest. "If it wasn't as plump compared to my body I bet it would be better." He said that was his favorite part. "Why else would I spend so much time with my face on it?" "And that skin is like a fine silk. I thanked him and got out the car still naked and left the door open so he could watch me put my clothes on. I wanted to give him as much as he wanted before he left me. I put my shirt on first to keep my ass out longer for his lusty eyes to admire. Besides the sex, the feeling of his lust towards me was my favorite part. I asked him to give me my shorts and he came up to kneel behind me. I looked back to see what he was doing, and he opened my shorts for me to step into. I felt stupid when I realized he just wanted to get another look at my booty. "Why don't you pull those up for me?" I slowly bent over to grab them and gave him a few seconds of pause with my hands on my ankles. I could feel his breath on my hole as my juicy cheeks parted. After a long and slow lick from the space between my legs up to and around my hole, the man grabbed my left ass cheek with the grip of a bear and spanked my left one before he stood up and got in the car. I was sad that I wouldn't be getting more from him. Before he left he told me to check out the present he hid between my own butt cheeks. I reached down and felt a piece of paper. I was unfolding the mystery gift when he said "'til next time my perfect little piece of ass," and drove off. On the paper was his phone number. While I thought I was the horny one, he has been fucking this ass everyday for seven nights in a row now, after he spends the day flirting with the women he trains at the gym. So I've been full of cum for seven days now, and I can't get enough. (sorry that was so long I just want all my memory of it to last)