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O'Driscoll
[Arthur Morgan x Reader]
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Only just narrowly escaping the O'Driscolls, the trio raced away from the centre, heading west to avoid bringing any trouble to camp. Finally having cleared their tail of anyone following then, John turned on the former O'Driscoll amongst them.
"You led them to us, didn't ya?" John growled, hand hovering over his revolver as he watched you jump off your horse. "You're still one of them and ya always will be!"
"Come off it Marston, I was with the two of yous the entire time!" You replied, hissing back at John, which only seemed to fuel his anger.
"Sure ya were, I seen you head to the bar, talking to them men! You told 'em our plan so they could ambush us at the right time!" John argued, puffing his chest out in anger. "I knew you weren't to be trusted!"
"Goddammit Marston!! Why are ya always doubtin' me?" You replied back angrily. "I was talking to them about another lead, there's a stagecoach heading up north with ton of money! I was planning to take three or four of us to scout ahead."
"Course ya were. More like yo-" John was cut off by Arthur who had finally had enough of your bickering.
"Would ya both shut up?" Arthur had finally heard enough. Moving himself to stand in-between as he looked at the two of you.
"C'mon Arthur, you ain't that naive to think she ain't still with 'em?" John laughed, watching you. Arthur glanced at John with anger on his face from his position between the two of you. Almost an anchor between his two family choices, one hand his brother and the other, his lover.
"You best watch your mouth boy, she saved our lives goddammit." Arthur replied, mind conflicted. "She saved both our asses!"
"How'd you know Colm didn't tell her to do that?" John turned to you. "Did he also tell ya to sleep with him? To be a spy for your gang?"
Arthur watched as you took a sudden step back, eyes blinking back tears as your hand trembling besides you. "No- I-i never- Arthur-
"What's your relationship with her huh? Is she a good lay, is that it?" John snarled out, angered that his brother had fallen for an O'Driscoll. Growling in anger you rushed towards John, hurling your fist at his face and punching him straight in the nose. Arthur quickly rushed at you, holding you back in his arms, one hand holding the back of your head while the other on your cheek.
"Hey! Hey, calm down darlin', he ain't-, he's baiting ya, don't let him!" Arthur spoke gently, cradling your face in his palms, making you look at him.
"Shit! You no good lying O'Driscoll whore!" John hissed, clutching his nose in pain. "Can't you see Arthur, she tried t'kill me!"
"Marston, I swear-
"Ya don't really believe she ain't an O'Driscoll anymore do ya?" John huffed in disbelief, wiping the blood away from his nose. "You've really got him wrapped around your finger. I jus' hope you realise who your loyalties should been with once she betrays ya."
The two of you watch as John storms off, getting on his horse and riding off into the distance. The sun setting lowly as it cast a shine on Arthur's face. He closed his eyes gently as he pressed his forehead against yours. "Y/N, darlin'-"
Gently throwing Arthur's hands off your face you stepped back, shaking your head, shakily breathing out your words. "I- I can't do this no more Arthur."
"Sweetheart-
"No. I jus' need some time. Please."
"Lemme take yo-
"Alone. Please Arthur." You sigh sadly as you walk away, getting on your horse ready to go. "I love you Arthur, more than anything, don't doubt that ever."
Arthur's mind raced with thoughts, he was conflicted. Should he go after his brother, or his lover? John had been with him since he was a mere boy, they'd practically grown up together as brothers. Arthur considered him his brother, John was his family. But you. You'd helped him when he was going through a tough patch, despite knowing he was part of your rival gang. Why would you have helped him? And his feelings for you, they were way past the point of friendship.
Making his choice was simple. Far simpler than anything he had ever jad to choose from before. He ran after you, calling your name before you came to a stop, knowing you could never run from him. "Arthur-
"How can I make this right? I- I don't- I love you and I don't want ya to leave." Arthur pleaded.
"I don't know- I don't. I can't make John, Dutch or your family not hate me and I don't want you to choose between either of us. I won't let you. I just- I just want you." You whispered, eyes downcast as you hid a small tear from him. "I've only ever needed you."
"I'm yours darlin', always have been since you tossed me those pistols." Arthur smiled, the memory flashing through his mind like it was yesterday. Arthur watched as your face turned up into a smile, grasping his hand in yours. "I can't make my family not hate ya, but I can try to ease that. It won't be easy but I can't do this without ya. I can't force them to trust you, but for what it's worth I do, 'n I hope it's enough. I know I ain't a good ma-"
Dropping off you horse you pulled Arthur into a hug, your lips kissing his cheek. "I know. I ain't a good woman either by no means, done a lotta bad things that I regret, and I'm tryna do good. But I got you now and if you'll have me that's all I need."
Nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck, Arthur pulled back pressing his forehead against yours, eyes searching for any doubt only to be met with pure adoration. "Always sweetheart."
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I Kissed A Girl
[Arthur Morgan x Reader]
A/N: Hola, no major warnings but although this is an Arthur x Reader, there is obviously a slight Sadie x Reader. :D
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Slamming your hand down on the wooden bench and ordering your eighth drink of the evening most probably was not the best idea. Sean was back and the camp wanted to have a massive party for him, being the irishman he was, you knew he was planning to get drunk along with everyone else. You're pretty sure that your mind has changed the entire camp into a saloon with Pearson as the bartender.
"C'mon fat man, give us 'nother drink! I ain't got all day!" You slurred, blinking rapidly as you watched his mouth move with words but you ignored him as your eyes caught the attention of someone else.
Arthur Morgan.
Your goddamn husband.
Gosh, you could watch him for days on end and never get bored. The way he walked, hands on his hips, a little grin plastered on his lips as he walked alongside her. The way his hat sat on his head, a little wonky but perfect for him - and his strong muscles. Gosh, you were a gonner for him, granted you were married, but still you couldn't believe he was yours. But today, your eyes weren't stuck on him, they were glued to her.
Her.
Sadie fuckin' Adler.
Now you had never spoken to the woman at all, you didn't really know much about her. Sadie Adler was a wonderfully stong woman, after what Arthur had told you she'd been through, you admired her. There was no way you would have pulled through if that had happened to you and Arthur, you'd rather have died alongside him than live without him, he was your entire galaxy. However, she didn't seem like she wanted to start a conversation for the fun of it, so you'd left her alone thinking she was still grieving - but you never noticed the way her eyes always followed after you. But today, you were out of your mind and Sadie was right at the top of it.
Bless the lord above, now she was a sight for sore eyes. The way her bright yellow top clung to her upper body, and her blue jeans hugging her legs ever so tightly. Now you weren't sweet on her or anything, 'cause you had Arthur, but even you could admit she was stunningly gorgeous. Her long blonde hair which she hid under her hat was flowing out tonight as she walked alongside your husband. Your eyes fell to hers before trailing down to her lips and slightly further down. You slipped them back up before you made eye contact with her causing you to let out a little gasp of shock as she knew that you were ogling her.
"Hey sweetheart, whatcha-" Before you could get another word in, you had lunged yourself into his arms, trying to distract yourself from that little blunder with eying Sadie. Bless Arthur and his quick reflexes he caught you just in time, along with Sadie who had an arm on your lower back just incase.
"Damn Arthur, your wife is sure outta it tonight!" Sadie commented jokingly as she watched you with curious eyes.
"Mmh, am not. 'M jus' a lil tipsy, is all." You countered, swaying in Arthur's arms, avoiding eye contact with Sadie as you buried your head in his chest. "Missed ya Arthur..."
Arthur let out a little huff before kissing the top of your head. "Missed ya too darlin'."
Sadie watched the two of you with a soft longing in her eyes. The both of you looked at each other the way she and Jake did, with such adoration and love, it hurt her to think that she would never see him again. She gave you a little pat on your arm before taking her leave but not before Arthur called her back.
"Sadie, d'ya mind helping her get to my room? I needa grab a few things for her."
Arthur gave her a lopsided grin, silently hoping she would agree. Sadie took one look at you and rolled her eyes before she took Arthur's position, holding your upright as she helped walk you into the house.
"Ya owe me for this Arthur.." Sadie called over her shoulder at Arthur's retreating form. She heard him let out a little snort, knowing that he'd pay her back later on.
"Mmh, where'd he go?" You mumbled in Sadie's arms, blinking rapidly as you searched for him before you looked up and saw her blue eyes on yours. "Sadie?"
"Yep, it's me darlin', your husbands gone to get a few supplies for you." She let out a little laugh. "Lord knows you're gonna have one helleva hangover in the mornin'!"
"M' not drunk. Jus' a li-
"Jus' a lil tipsy... mmh sure darlin'. I must've heard tha' excuse a'thousand times." She reminisced as she pushed open the doors with her leg. Sadie kept talking about something but your mind was elsewhere, well focused on her lips to be precise. The way her cherry lips moved as she spoke every word had you reeling with excitement. Fuck, it was now or never, you'd probably wake up to regret it in the morning or you wouldn't remember, either way you were doing it now.
"Sadie, 'm sorry.."
"Wha' for?" She asked confused, eyes watching you curiously as you leaned in closer, tugging her shirt to slotting your lips to hers.
Fuck she tasted so good, so soft and sweet. Her lips were just so kissable and the way her hands were holding you were so warm and comforting around your body. To be perfectly honest, you just wanted her lips on yours. Your mind completely gone, you gently pushed her against the banister of the stairs as you roamed your hands across her body, feeling her soft curves as she gasped. Sadie was shocked and didn't respond for a while, but the minute you moaned she grabbed your hips, and held them tightly as you trailed a kiss down the side of her neck before moving to the base of her throat as she let out a little moan.
However, that pulled the two of you out of your little trance as you heard footsteps approaching, but with your reactions too slow the individual caught the two of you in a compromising position. Sadie let out a breath of relief, thankful it was only Charles, but his eyes widened as he watched the two of you only just catching your body as you mumbled.
"Ya taste so sweet, 'adie.." You slurred, eyes drooping closed. "Jus' like 'Arthur..."
Charles looked at both Sadie and yourself before shaking his head in amusement. "You alright Mrs Adler?"
Sadie took one look at you before blinking and replying to Charles before she rushed off. "Yeah, can you get Y/N to her room for me?"
"Of course. You sure you're alright?" Charles asked, slightly concerned now. "She's drunk Sadie. Whatever she said or did, she probably won't remember it in the mornin'."
Charles' words did little to reassure her. "Yeah- I jus', I just needa clear my head." Sadie mumbled before she ran off, hopping onto her horse and riding off, mind racing with the thought of your soft lips on hers.
Maybe Y/N wouldn't remember it in the morning, but Sadie sure would.
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"So. I heard ya kissed my wife?" Arthur asked as he took a seat next to Sadie outside the doors of Shady Belle.
If Arthur had his camera on him, he would have snapped a picture straight away with the look on Sadie's face as her eyes widen with shock and her cheeks blush bright red. "I- she didn't- we didn't mean to- I'm sorry Arthur."
Arthur gave out a little smile, patting the blonde's shoulder in condolence. "I know ya didn't. My wife- she's- I saw the way she'd been looking at ya and I know her. She wanted it."
Sadie gasped lightly, not expecting the tough outlaw to say something like that. "But she didn't mean it. She never does, 'specially when she's drunk. Y/N's a curious woman, an' I love her for it."
"But don't take wha' she said t'heart." Arthur responded, giving Sadie a sad smile, already knowing what was going through her mind. He hears your steps down coming down the stairs as he took his hand off Sadie, giving her a small look that she knew he wouldn't say anything.
"Morning darlin', morning Sadie." You smiled, clutching your head slightly. "Sorry, I needa steal my husband offa ya Sadie."
Sadie laughed as she smiled at you, wondering how on earth you're not half dead. "He's all yours honey, surpised you're awake after last night."
"Honestly so am I. But I'm heading into town to grab a few things, d'ya need anything?" You asked her sweetly. Sadie thought about coming with you but changed her mind as she saw Arthur place a hand on your waist and kiss your head, a subtle reminder that you were his.
"I'm alright Mrs Morgan. I'll see ya later on." Sadie bid you goodbye before calling out to Arthur.
"You're a lucky man Mr Morgan." Sadie called after him. Arthur turned around, watching you walk off to the horses waiting for him.
"Don't I know it." Arthur responded before he caught up to you.
"What's that all about?" You asked as you saddled Arthur's horse up.
Arthur gave Sadie a small glance, catching her gaze before kissing your lips. "Don't worry about it sweetheart."
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A/N: I didn't mean for this to get kinda sad for Sadie towards the end, 'm sorry guys haha :/
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Ropes
[Arthur Morgan x Reader]
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The way they had that O'Driscoll tied up by the tree was making your mind run with ideas, lord knows how you grab 'em and run with them. N'd to make it worse, your husband was stood besides him, leaning on the bark as Dutch and Bill threatened him.
"I said, I told ya, I don't know nothin'! I promise!" The O'Driscoll begged, struggling with the ties. You'd bet your life on it that Arthur had those done, he sure knew how to tie someone up. Dutch and Bill continue to threaten him before Dutch gives a sly smirk.
"Who am I kidding? One of O'Driscoll boys couldn't open his mouth, but he'd tell a lie. Screw it!" A dangerous grin appeared on Dutch's face. "Let's just have some fun. Geld him."
Bill let out a roar of joy as he ran off, grabbing his tools. "Oh yeah!"
Your eyes widened in surprise as Dutch pulled the poor boys pants down, averting your eyes but not before you saw Bill appeared once more, tools in hand. The poor O'Driscoll cried out in agony as the boys teased and threatened to geld his balls. Your eyes fell to Arthur who hadn't spoken up yet. Before you knew it, the O'Driscoll had spilled about a place called Six Point Cabin.
"I got this Dutch. Alright, c'mon O'Driscoll." Arthur untied the boy before shoving him ahead. You took your chance as you walked pasted him, softly grabbing his hand and whispering into his ear.
"Hey cowboy."
"Hey Mrs Morgan..." Arthur greeted you, eyes filled with adoration as he leaned in to kiss you. "I'm heading out with the O'Driscoll, hopin' t'find more of 'em and Colm if we're lucky."
"Mmh, be careful darlin', need ya to come back safe to me, ya hear?" You smiled, kissing his cheek.
"Will do ma'am, ya know I'm always safe, well as safe as they come." Arthur laughed lowly at his own joke.
"You know sweetheart, it got me thinking..." You started as you glanced at the O'Driscoll who was only just ahead of your husband.
"Oh no, that ain't good for me.." He mumbled quietly, eyes widening as you pulled him closer.
"I'd like to have you all tied up like that O'Driscoll... mmhh makes me all hot just thinking about it..." You sweetly spoke, tone gentle but with a hint of seduction hidden that only Arthur would know. Kissing him innocently on his cheek you slipped some rope into his hand, walking away. "For later cowboy."
You gave him a coy smile as you watched his breath hitch, hands clench into fists around the rope as he stood still. You could feel his eyes focused on your back as you headed to where the O'Driscoll was tied up. Your ears perked up as you heard his heavy footsteps follow you, his hand grabbing yours as he pushed you against the tree, wrists held up as he growled lowly in your ear, making sure no-one heard.
"Woman, you are gonna kill me." He huffed, pressing his body against yours.
"Is that so Mr Morgan?" You smirked, slowly grinding yourself on him.
"Stop that!" He hissed, letting one hand go to hold your hips. His eyes slipped off you and moved behind, seeing the O'Driscoll waiting by the horse along with Bill and Dutch. "Goddammit sugar, you're a little tease and you know it."
Your husband growled in your ear before pushing his lips harshly against yours, making you let out a loud moan. "Arthur!"
"You best be ready for me when I get back Mrs Morgan." He kissed your lips once more, gently this time but not before biting your lower lip. He dropped the rope back in your hand before his other hand came to pinch your backside teasingly.
Letting out a small moan you grinned at him, "You can bet on it Mr Morgan."
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Leather and Lace - Chapter 8:  All Hot and Bothered
Summary:  You wake up to these rather intimate dreams, each more erotic than the last one, with seemingly no outlet
Warnings:  NSFW, 18+ readers, please; smut and swearing
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Pleasure and Purpose
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Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female reader
Summary: Arthur is nervous about his own strength but comes around to the idea of being rougher when he sees how much you enjoy it
Word count: 2,782
Warnings/tags: nsft, size kink, size difference, dirty talk, d/s undertones/rough sex but it’s high honor Arthur and he’s great at checking in and aftercare, multiple positions (standing, pronebone/speedbump) oral (m receiving)
Notes: Reader is smaller but I tried to keep the language somewhat ambiguous and instead put the emphasis on Arthur being bigger. Always happy to write for specific body types when requested!
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Arthur was always a careful and gentle man around you - so much so that when he came back to camp with bloodied knuckles or that days hunt slung over his shoulder; you wondered how it was even possible for him to be so tender.
But he was, oh he was.
In the short time since you’d begun sharing intimacy, he mimicked an artist delicately exploring his canvas. Tracing lines along the curves of your body with calloused fingertips, painting your skin with the heat of his kiss, drawn out brush strokes on your most sensitive parts. He could spend entire days losing himself to the worship of your body.
And when it was finally time to take you his nervous whispers of “are you alright?” and “I don’t wanna hurt you sweetheart,” would land softly on the pillow, met quickly by your reassurance.
You weren’t complaining of course and Arthur never made you feel less strong or capable than anyone else, he was just so nervous of doing the wrong thing. Nervous that he didn’t know his own strength, nervous that he would do something you didn’t like. Eventually you gathered the courage to tell him that while you loved the softness, it didn’t always have to be that way. You weren’t fragile and maybe - just maybe, you wanted the stronger side of him.
It was easy to notice the alluring way Arthur towered over you when you first met. He was intimidating and rugged but you quickly learned that you were safe with him.
It was the little things like the way he blushed and chuckled when you first held hands, the flicker of the campfire illuminating how much smaller yours was against his. How he loved to pick you up in moments of privacy, relishing in the excited yelp that would escape your lips as the sudden rush of being lifted made your stomach drop.
He had also confided in other moments of privacy that it made him happy to feel like your protecter.
“I know you can take care a yerself but when I gotcha all wrapped up like this…” he’d said softly from behind you - arms embracing your upper body, “I feel like I got a purpose.”
“I feel like I’m good for somethin’ more than just fightin’ and robbin’. For once I can do more with this nastiness…like keepin’ you safe.”
You understood Arthur was more than muscle and anger, but he didn’t seem to. So you made sure he knew how secure you felt at night when he held you, or when you wrapped your arms around his waist as his horse galloped. You brandished stern statements of “Arthur Morgan stop calling yourself names,” and reminders of his kindness and intelligence. That he was more than a brute and better than.
It was no secret though that Arthur was tough and dangerous, and you couldn’t conceal the part of you that was turned on by that part of him. You wanted the thrill of his strength while knowing that you were still safe.
So you confessed your desires in lust-drunk whispers, promising that you wouldn’t break, that you longed for the full weight of him and the power of his grip. You wanted to feel the sweet ache and the shaky legs the day after. Admitting bashfully that you fantasized about him manhandling you, that you would feel dominated and protected all at the same time. That you wanted it. So badly.
Arthur was flattered and aroused and anxious - taking it all in. He wanted it too but “I don’t wanna hurt you sweetheart,” and his fear of disappointing were still his first instincts.
It started with tighter grips, deeper thrusts, positions that were previously foreign. You rode him in earnest to show that indeed - you wouldn’t break. You could straddle and grind and bounce and it wasn’t too much for you. His girth and the width of his hips under your smaller frame was a challenge, but a welcome one. You knew he wouldn’t last but it was worth it to hear his praise and insistence that he’d never seen a more beautiful sight in his life.
Still, you sensed that Arthur was holding back and reassured him that it was okay. To take his time and not do anything he wasn’t ready for.
But this night was different - Arthur was different, sure of himself and forward.
Enjoying libations and gambling with the gang at the saloon had already gotten you both in a good mood. You found your place at the poker table on Arthur’s lap, feeling lovesick as he pulled you close and called you his good luck charm. You felt his confident hand splayed across the small of your back subtly traveling downward as you hinted your desires in hushed tones. The more he won the friskier he got, ending the game with his hand drifting along your slit, wetness already gathered on your undergarments.
Leaning against the bar awaiting the next round of whiskey, you felt his bulky frame engulf you from behind, arms around yours and scruff warm against your ear. “Wanna have my way with ya…” His voice was hoarse and deep.
“Then whatcha waitin’ for big guy?”
Upstairs away from prying eyes, Arthur pinned you against the door of your room, immense hands hungrily pulling your face to his. He moved one to the back of your head where he tugged on a fistful of your hair, using the other to delicately pet your cheek with his thumb. Dominated and protected.
It took no time at all for Arthur to undress you, indulging in his newfound appreciation for getting to the point. Sometimes the art can’t be rushed, but sometimes it comes to you all at once.
Arthur spun you around and pushed you against the warm wood of the door. He brought one arm around your chest and the other down to your entrance. “Jeeesus girl,” he gathered your slick on his fingers, “you weren’t kiddin’ ’bout wantin’ this were ya?”
You simply mewled and rubbed against his fingers, attempting to alleviate the pressure building. This earned an appreciative chuckle from him, “don’t worry gorgeous, I gotcha.”
Arthur’s grip on your torso tightened as he used his other hand to enter you from behind with two thick fingers.
“Fuck…” you breathed out at the sudden feeling of fullness, not used to (but not against) Arthur moving so quickly.
You felt his substantial hand clasp over your mouth, covering the lower half of your face.
“Want the people on the other side of that door to hear ya? Well shit…maybe ya do huh?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. “For now though I’m gonna keep them moans all to myself, that okay?”
You nodded with what little movement you had to work with.
“That’s a good girl,” Arthur kissed the top of your head as he inserted a third finger to the sound of your muffled squeal.
“Goddamn yer so tight, gotta getcha ready for me darlin’.” His fingers moved in and out of you frantically, curling and pressing at all the spots he knew to work.
The pressure ebbed and flowed in swift waves, gripping his digits with every fluttering wave of pleasure.
Having only the sight of the door in front of you and Arthur’s hand around your mouth, you imagined how enticing he must have looked. Your walls clenched at the thought of his sleeve rolled up to his elbow as he worked you like clay, the muscle on his hair covered forearm flexing with each movement of his fingers, hand dripping with your juices.
You imagined the outline of his cock straining against his jeans, face flushed from the self control it was taking not to rut into you right against the door. Jesus it was just too much. These thoughts brought your release, panting and drooling into his sturdy hand as your legs shook with each contraction.
You felt the wetness drip down your thigh as Arthur swiftly removed his fingers, leaving you with an empty ache. The room filled with the sound of his undressing, the rushed unbuttoning, fumbled pulling, and your breath rapid in anticipation. He spoke quietly against your ear, “you tell me to stop if you don’t like anything, ’kay?”
Arthur spun you around and lifted you into the air, locking your legs around his wide waist. With no effort at all he moved your hips to align his swollen member at your entrance and pushed in - hard.
He hit so deep inside of you that you felt split in half. Arthur simply grunted raggedly as he got himself off with your body. Moving you up and down on his cock by your hips with ease, digging into your fat with a grip as strong as iron. Eventually he slowed down to pump you on him with a controlled strength, perhaps even showing off.
You were relieved and so unabashedly turned on that Arthur seemed to enjoy being powerful in this way. Powerful in a way that gave pleasure and not pain; at least not any unwanted pain. As he slowed he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, holding himself still inside of you and burying his face in the nape of your neck, kissing softly. Arthur was still Arthur after all, and he couldn’t keep the tenderness for you from shining through.
It only lasted a moment though before he twirled you around and you felt your back land on the rug in front of the fireplace.
Rising to his knees Arthur spread you open by yours, pushing your legs to the side as far as they could go. You felt the burn start in your hips as he entered you, slow but so deep that the thatch of his hair met yours, blurring where you started and he ended.
“Look atcha takin’ all my cock like this, such a good girl,” he roughly palmed your breasts and pulled at your sensitive nipples as he spoke.
Your whole body felt flush at the attention and explicit words coming from his deep, rugged voice. “Arthur please…” you mewled and turned your head away from him with a smile.
“Aww darlin’ don’t get shy on me now…” Arthur moved your hand to your lower abdomen as he pumped in and out of you rhythmically.
“You feel that?” He pressed your palm lightly above your mound. “You feel my cock inside ya?” Must feel good hittin’ real deep like that.”
You writhed against him and moaned, feeling the outline of his hardness push through your abdomen and against your hand. “Goddamn baby, you have no idea,” you were dizzy and damn near breathless with lust.
Arthur moved your head to face him and spoke sternly, “then look at it.”
“Look how big I am inside ya, how well yer takin’ it.” You watched the bulge move in and out of you, feeling the pleasure and seeing it. You watched Arthur watching as well, his hands gliding unhurriedly around your body, awestruck at the sight beneath him.
Arthur removed himself from you and rested his thick member on top your stomach, balls pressed to your entrance. “Can’t believe how far inside this pretty little pussy I can go.” He stroked himself lazily from base to tip, ending near your bellybutton, “alllll the way up here.”
He gently thrusted the underside of his shaft on top of your swollen clit, soaked in your slick. “Don’t stop, please…” you whimpered and ran your nails down his chest.
He chuckled devilishly, “want me back in there huh?”
“No, I need you Arthur…”
Not one to keep a lady waiting, Arthur roughly positioned you on all fours before pushing all of you flat to the ground. He placed his legs on each side of your upper thighs and plunged into you without parting your legs.
This was new and it made you feel all of him. It wasn’t possible for you to be any wetter and yet there was still a slight sting as he stretched you in this unfamiliar way.
“You like me fuckin’ you like this? Like a goddamn animal?” Arthur’s tone was aggressive and you barely had to time to think as the breath left your lungs with each pounding. “Answer me,” he commanded with hot breath on your ear, his hand gathering your hair in a fist.
“Yes! God…it feels amazing Arthur.”
“Sure does don’t it?” He no longer seemed to care if anyone heard your cries.
Arthur bucked in and out of you at a bruising pace, his hands grasping your ass as his only means of pushing and pulling.
Without stopping he laid his body on top of yours, moving one arm to wrap around your upper chest. He left you enough room to breath but you felt the hefty bulk of him all around you.
His broad chest dominated your back, smaller thighs trapped between his sturdy ones, wrapped in his protective arms. Arthur absolutely engulfed you and you all but disappeared underneath him, your body pushed hard against the floor in tandem with his thrusts. Both of you would surely be nursing rug-burn the next day.
Arthur grunted in your ear with every movement, “tell me more princess…” voice raspy and shaky, he was so close. Needy and desperate to hear how much you loved what he was doing.
“You - oh… you feel so big Arthur.” His rutting became more erratic and shallow, “I’ve wanted this for so long. Need you to…fuck, take me like this.”
Arthur swiftly pulled out and flipped you onto your back, moving close to you so that his thighs were on either side of your chest, his member in front of…oh…
You had given Arthur your blessing to do this before, though he was always too anxious about it - worried you wouldn’t like it and not wanting to pressure you. It wasn’t something either of you had tried or knew much about but after hearing talk of it, you wanted it.
Arthur was stroking himself above your face, hand gently resting against your cheek and looking down at you with shades of blushed ecstasy.
Sensing that he still wasn’t comfortable using your mouth, you brought it closer and encouraged him with a push on his backside.
He took the hint and parted your lips with his cock. He struggled to be gentle as he slid against your twirling tongue, just shy of hitting your throat. The taste of your own sex on his only turned you on further.
You clenched onto his taut thighs and hummed around his throbbing cock, taking him even further. You looked up at him with a pleading expression, “I promise Arthur, I want it…”
He understood and gave in, falling forward with his arms propping him up as he plunged deeper, emptying himself down your throat with a guttural groan.
You swallowed and gently bobbed around him, milking every last drop and sweet sound of his pleasure that you could. Running your hands delicately down his heaving chest, you felt the goosebumps that rose out of his climax.
Immediately after pulling out Arthur moved to pet your warm cheeks with his formerly rough hands, now tender and doting. “You did so well darlin’, are you okay? I - I uh…wasn’t too much was I?”
Fearing Arthur might talk himself into an anxious frenzy you brought his knuckles to your lips and gave a reassuring kiss. “I’m fantastic, handsome. I loved it.” You smiled up at the worried outlaw, relief washing over his face. “Sounds like you enjoyed yourself too?”
Arthur chuckled, “well…I weren’t sure when you brought it up at first but…hearin’ how much you liked it? Made me feel on top of the world.”
He paused, a coy smirk forming, “I’ll admit it was pretty fun just lettin’ go and bein’ in charge too.”
Planting a soft kiss to your neck as he ran his fingertips along your thigh, his tone softened. “But I still like treatin’ ya gently the most.”
“Well I love that too ya know,” you whispered. “We can just enjoy either when the mood strikes.”
Arthur nodded in agreement before picking you up sweetly and moving you to the bed. He found some water for you to drink and helped you clean up while more praise was whispered among the walls of the now peaceful hotel room.
You drifted into a deep slumber as Arthur once again pulled you close, smiling behind you with a feeling of pride and comfort he hadn’t known for some time, if ever.
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Pairing: Arthur Morgan x f!reader
Word Count: 1.8k
Rating: Explicit
Summary: In the quietness of a cooling summer evening, you see something you shouldn’t have.
Warnings: voyeurism | masturbation (m) | a bit of swearing | reader is not a virgin but quite inexperienced
Notes: I was actually planning on posting this as part of Kinktober this year, but since I’ve decided to focus my time and attention more on my novel and a bit less on fics, I won’t be doing Kinktober after all. However, I already finished some fics for it, and I have a few more ideas which I want to write as well. Anyway, this fic is about a young Arthur Morgan trying his luck as a farmhand.
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He started to work at the ranch about a month ago. Mr. Sedgwick introduced him to everyone as “Mr. Arthur Morgan”. And everyone took a shine to him immediately. The other two girls in the kitchen can’t talk about anything else. The ranchers talk about his skills with horses in awe. Mrs. Sedgwick watches him from the window sometimes but closes the curtains when he looks her way. And Miss Sedgwick tries to get his attention any way she can, acting dumber around the animals than she is.
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Hey everyone, It’s been a while since i’ve posted! I hope you all are doing well :)
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