I am 24 and genderfluid/nonbinary/genderfuck/xenogender/whatever and also queer/bisexual
Am poly :) and have a wonderful owner
My pronouns are they/them and he/him but I also like some neopronouns!
I'm versatile, usually w a more gentle dom vibe or being a power bottom or needy obedient sub ehehe♡ big masochist too:)
Call me pretty, handsome, cute, compliment me however you want~
Please Don't call me mommy, daddy, mistress, little/baby boy/girl
My list of kinks! ☆= fav
☆☆pain play/sadomasochism, ☆☆voice kink, bondage, ☆giving oral, teasing/mild torture, ☆dacryphilia, wax play, slutty clothing, light exhibitionism + voyeurism, monsters/robots/aliens, ☆sharp metal tools etc, ☆medical paraphernalia, d/s dynamics, nipple play, ☆impact play, ☆☆praise, ☆☆dollification, edging, and ☆objectification/ownership (w/o the degradation lol). This list is subject to some change.
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ship: Arthur Morgan/Reader
rating: explicit
contents: blowjob, men whimpering
To say the last few weeks have been stressful would be the understatement of the century. With the gang finally heading down the mountain and establishing a camp near Valentine, Arthur and you have been working harder than ever. Someone has to keep food on the table, chop wood for the fire, and chase after the chickens when they meander away from camp (you swear those chickens have it out for you). Thus, after nearly two weeks, the two of you have more than earned a little alone time. But, as much as you love the gang, there’s not much privacy to be found at camp… which is why you find yourself standing in the Valentine Hotel, nervously waiting for Arthur to finish his bath. This budding romance between you has flourished with gentle kisses, calloused hands and late nights by the fire, but the two of you have yet to attempt anything remotely close to intimate.
Tonight, you aim to change that.
Dressed in a half-buttoned shirt with your pants slung low around your hips, you nearly jump when the door creaks open behind you. Spinning around, you see Arthur nervously shutting the door, his face flushing bright red when he catches sight of your state. His mouth opens like he’s searching for something confident to say, yet it’s evading him like a flighty bird. All that comes out is a meek, half-aborted squeak of a sound as your typically gruff cowboy can’t even meet your gaze.
“Oh, Arthur,” you say softly, a smile quirking the edges of your mouth. In a single stride, you’re across the room, standing in front of him yet not quite touching. He makes another sound at suddenly having so much bare skin so close. “Do you still want to do this? You seem a little flustered.”
“I’m – I’m alright, darling. It’s just been a while since I’ve well…” he trails off as he reaches his hand forward, brushing calloused fingertips across the soft skin of your stomach.
“We can start slow,” you offer, hooking your finger into the loops of his pants. “How about just a kiss?”
“Yes,” he sighs, leaning forward and tenderly pressing his lips against yours. For such an imposing figure, he’s never held you with anything but reverence.
One of his hands threads through your hair, cupping the back of your head to pull you more firmly against him, and you can feel his erection pressing into the bone of your hip. You roll your body ever so slightly, revelling in the way he moans wantonly into your mouth. Smiling against his mouth, you guide him towards the bed until he’s sitting on the edge with you standing in front of him, finally breaking the kiss. He stares up at you with puffy lips and a lopsided grin, hands underneath your shirt, tracing circles on your skin.
“Now… there’s something I’ve been wanting to do ever since we got snowed in up on that mountain,” you murmur, slowly sinking to your knees. His face flushes again as you rest your hands on the inner thighs, feeling the worn leather of his chaps press into your fingers. “If this is okay…?”
“More than okay,” he breathes, watching you with bated breath. He trembles lightly under your touch, as if he had forgotten what it felt like to be touched by someone who isn’t being paid.
“Good,” you say, drawing your hands forward to his fly. Your fingertips trail across his thighs, gracing your ears with a shuddering inhale as they dance over his now straining erection.
You untuck his shirt first, hiking it up to plant a kiss just above the waistband of his pants. The muscle flutters under your touch, coarse hair tickling your nose. You continue to kiss his stomach gently as nimble fingers work to open his pants, pushing them down just enough for his straining cock to spring free. Pulling back, you press a light kiss to the head of his glistening cock, collecting a pearl of pre-cum on your lips before looking up at him through your eyelashes.
Arthur is utterly entranced; pupils’ blown wide, mouth hanging open, face flushed, and his hand hovering near your head, unsure if he can touch. Without breaking his gaze, you lean forward and run your tongue along the slit of his dick, lapping up the dribbling pre-cum.
“Touch me, Arthur – please,” you murmur, nimble fingers sneaking between his thighs to cup his balls.
All at once, Arthur lurches forward, his hand twisting through your hair as a sweet little whimper escapes him.
“Darling, quit teasin’ me; won’t last long to begin with, with such a pretty thing like yourself working me like this.”
“I’ve barely touched you,” you giggle, punctuating your point with another small lick across the tip of his dick.
“Mm! Please!” he begs, eyes screwed shut as if he’s desperately trying to keep himself together.
Deciding to take pity on him just this once, you lean forward and open your mouth, taking him slowly into your wet heat. The moan he lets out is divine as he falls back on the bed, pushing you further down inadvertently with his hand. Your nose presses into his pubic bone, pubic hair tickling your cheek. Looking up, he’s thrown one arm across his face, mouth hanging open in delight. You moan around his length, pleased, and feel his hips jerk upwards, pressing your lips flush with the root of his cock.
“Oh, fuck – finally,” he sighs, fingers petting through your hair.
Without taking your eyes off of him, you begin to bob your head. The girth of his cock stretches your lips delightfully – not so large it hurts your jaw and not so small you can barely notice it. Absolute perfection. Unable to contain himself, his hips buck up to meet your mouth with every stroke, desperately written plainly across his flushed chest and in the breathless moans dribbling from his lips.
Feeling him suddenly twitch in your mouth, you pull back until just the head is cradled between your lips. He lets out a truly pathetic whine as he finally glances down at you, untucking his face from his arm. Dragging out the moment, you suck and lick at his tip, feeling his thigh flex under your hand and drinking in all the bitten off curses that escape his lips. Then, abruptly, you stop and force him to resurface, trying to find the words to ask what you’re doing or if something is wrong. With his full attention, you take him down to the root and are rewarded with another delicious moan as his fingers twitch in your hair. You continue to take him in long, slow strokes, listening to his hitched breaths as he grows closer and closer to climax, yet your staccato pacing keeps making him lose it right on the edge. There’s a tremor of desperation beginning to flicker through him as his body twitches and his climax draws closer and closer each time. You can practically see the tension strung through his body as his breath hitches in anticipation each time he thinks you’re about to let him cum. You’re fairly certain that if you kept this up, he’ll cry; small tears are forming in the corners of his eyes already.
Yet, as much as you want tonight to be special, you can see he’s already well beyond wrecked. Any further, and you might outright break him. So, you finally even out your pace, going slightly faster and paying special attention to zig-zag your tongue along the underside of his dick with each bob. In an instant, his hand tightens in your hair, his whole body tensing up as he presses you down until your lips are sealed tightly around the root of his cock. He cums with a sob, hot spurts coating the back of your mouth. You do your best to swallow all of it, a tiny bit dribbling down your chin as he sobs out a “thank you.”
He's still shaking when he drops his head, panting harshly as he stares up at the ceiling. You slowly pull off him, ghosting your fingertips across his length just to hear him gasp with a wrecked moan. Then, you crawl up the bed and lie down next to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He hums softly, curling his arm around you to pull you closer to him.
“Christ, darling, where’d you learn to do that?” he finally manages to ask, his voice hoarse.
“I’ll never tell,” you say with a giggle, kissing his jaw.
He snorts a little, rolling his eyes.
“Well, I can’t promise to be that good, but I’ve been dying to taste you… if you’d like,” he offers, his hand moving to rest on your hip.
“You don’t have to be good; just eager,” you agree, letting him guide you to straddle his face, using the wall behind him as support.
He wraps his hands around your thighs, grinning up at you earnestly.
“I’m more than eager, I’m starving.”
take it in your mouth like a good slut. get me drenched in your drool. flick your tongue over my tdick, side to side, do it harder and make me throb. make my hips twitch and my thighs shake. and be good when I start rutting into your face.
nooo. noo its okay that you tried to yank my cutie angel halo while we were having sex except you ended up grabbing at air because my halo isn't like a Tangible thing. i still think its hot
its intoxicating being on top of my darling while we both grind on a vibrator. I get to see their cute, sweet face all flustered and looking up at me while i desperately pant and moan above them... they can pull me in for hot and heavy kisses... I can feel our thighs twitch against each other... i love the sweet mess of our flushed faces, longing looks, trembling sighs, and needy sounds♡
when. when you,. hwen u start going limp while getting fucked bc all ur energy is being spent on 1. screaming into the pillow 2. being their favorite toy
every time im laying down down on my tummy, without fail, i fantasize about someone playing with my cunt and thumbing my tcock from behind. taking it really slow, borderline torturously. making sure it gets as swollen and hard as possible before proding at my slick hole. grinding against their fingers, trying to get more, my pussy leaking all over their hand. teasing it for hours just because they like seeing me get more desperate and stupid. eventually when they start to really pump my hole, they’re pressing down on my back so i cant move. completely at their mercy, stuck on my tummy while they just fuck my sloppy tboy pussy at whatever pace they desire.
