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"Good Mornin', Sunshine." ┃ Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Summary: Arthur wakes you up, and then wakes you up, if you know what I’m sayin’. Tags: Smut (18+! MDNI), fingering, female receiving oral, kissing, a smidgen of dry humping. Word count: 2,323. Author’s Note: First time writing for Arthur, and I’m only one chapter into the game, so I hope this is enjoyable??? I’m down bad for this cowboy UGH. It’s also my first smut piece, so, fresh territory. Still figurin’ it all out! AO3 Link

You stir slightly in your bedroll, the faint glow of the morning sun through the fabric of your tent setting your mind alight with swirls of gold and orange. You stretch your arms above your head with a yawn, your legs shifting and emerging partially from your blanket. The fogginess in your mind becomes vaguely littered with the distant sounds of horses riding into camp, the chatter of pleased voices, the familiar clinks and frictious sounds of deer being slipped off of the backs of horses and slung onto Pearson’s butcher table.

Your slumberish listening slowly hones in on one particular frequency; heavy boots striding towards your tent. The flap of your tent whips open but shuts just as quickly and before you can process anything, Arthur’s large body is crawling on top of you, and he plants his elbows either side of your head with a grunt, a flurry of fresh air and shaving soap following him in. An oscitant groan rumbles in your chest, and you frown, displeased at his disturbance. Your eyes remain closed, head lolled sideways, but your legs part as he nestles his hips between them. A throaty chuckle bubbles up in his chest at your sour expression.

“Good mornin’, Sunshine.”

The denim of his jeans rubs against your inner thighs and he pushes his face into the crook of your neck, taking a big breath in. The sensation tickles you but feels like more of an annoyance in your groggy state, making you huff and turn your face away more. A low hum sounds in his throat. You feel him shift and hear the clunking of spurs as he pulls his boots off and throws them to the foot of the bedroll, chucking his hat along with them.

“Mm- Arthur, quit movin’…” You croak, reaching around his broad shoulders clumsily, wanting him to settle down so you can continue snoozing but when he leans back down his rough hands are straight on you, one curling a clump of your hair around his fingers, the other massaging your shoulder beneath his palm.

“You’re the one who’s always yappin’ about ‘No boots on the bedroll’.” He murmurs, bristled chin scratching at the soft skin of your neck.

“How’d’ya sleep, hm?” His hand in your hair wanders down to your waist, calluses catching against the fabric of your chemise, “You’re all nice and warm.”

“Arthur… I’m tryna sleep, God damn it-” You grumble, shoving his shoulder gently.

“Don’t be grousin’ now, sleepyhead. You ain’t the one who’s been out huntin’ all mornin’…” His words buzz against your skin, and his fingers walk up your thigh before slipping under the hem of your chemise, fingertips grazing your hip, tickling. You shriek and open your eyes, only to be met with his grin. You huff.

“Arthur, quit it-” You go to slap his hand away but he just slides it further up your dress, leaving goosebumps in its wake as you squirm and despite yourself, begin to giggle. He laughs smugly.

“There she is-” He mouths at your neck lazily, and you feel his teeth as he smiles, the sensation diffusing your giggles into a hum, “-Sounds like you’re wakin’ up a little bit.”

“Arthur…” You breathe his name reverently, eyes fluttering closed, lips parting.

“How about I wake you up niiiice ‘n’ slow, hm, gorgeous?”

He leaves a trail of cooling saliva down your neck to your chest as he moves to pull the straps of your chemise off of your shoulders and down. He hums, kissing around the curve of one of your breasts before slowly closing his mouth around the nipple. You release a shaky breath, and when you open your eyes, you find his own, watching you. His lips curve into a smirk as he starts to gently suck. You whine, back arching.

“Mm, Arthur…”

His name slips from you more desperately now, your skin starting to tingle, breath hitching. His fingers stroke down the sides of your arms, brushing over the backs of your hands before finding the hem of your chemise. He pushes it up until it pools about your stomach. His touch is soft as he palms at your thighs, pushing them open, coaxing you languorously into the wettening heat of your arousal.

He releases your nipple, his voice low and hushed, “You’re such a sight in the mornin’, y’know. All mussed up, and your mouth ain’t awake enough to be smart.”

You chuckle out a “Shut up”, bringing your hands up and threading them through his hair, before pulling him down into a clumsy kiss. It’s sloppy, open-mouthed, familiar, and you both moan. You feel his hips roll into yours, sending a shudder of heat up through you, your mouth opening further. Arthur’s breaths puff ardently against your face, infused with coffee as his tongue snakes about in your mouth. One of his hands slips beneath your drawers and he dips his fingers gingerly into your core before stroking up your slit at a leisurely pace, drawing a gasp from you.

“God, Arthur-” Your speech is garbled by him planting wet kisses on and around your mouth, moving lower and lower until he’s sucking gently at the soft skin of your breast again. You whine, hands twitching on his shoulders.

“Mhm, didn’t need much to ready you this mornin’, hm, darlin’?”

He presses the pads of his index and ring fingers against your swelling clit, starting to rub lazy circles, and your skin prickles as you moan, melting into the bedroll beneath you.

You lift your head a little, taking in the sight of his mouth on your breast, of your hips rolling into his hand, it makes you shiver. Arthur’s free hand comes up to palm at your breast as he trails kisses down your ribs and then your stomach as he kneels before you. You grab at his shoulder with one hand, the other running through his hair, and he can feel the heady mixture of adoration and lasciviousness in the gesture. He drags his fingers back down to your core, dipping them in yet again, just enough to make your back arch. Arthur pulls away, and you bite your lip as he takes the waistband of your drawers between his fingers. You lift your hips, allowing him to pull them down and off. He drops them to the side and sinks down onto his elbows before your open thighs. He scoops his strong arms under your thighs, lifting your legs a little, and he mouths at your inner thighs, his facial hair making you moan out a laugh. He hums lowly against your skin in response, enjoying you unabashedly. His kisses grow closer to your core and your hands find his hair again as he buries his head between your legs, closing his mouth around your clit and pulsing his tongue against it.

“Oh, my-” You whimper, your bosom rising and falling as you pant. He kneads at your thighs as he mouths at you, keeping you firmly against him, and then he starts to rock on his knees a little, providing a steady but feverish rhythm. A high, airy huff escapes you and he grunts, his eyebrows furrowing and eyes closing, focusing fully on how you whine, how you’re steadily soaking his beard. Nothing else matters to him right now, not even his own arousal - just the sensations of you, of pleasuring you. You’re slipping into a sweltering haze, head falling back, fingers clutching his hair, thighs shifting against the sides of his head. You whine when you feel him move, one arm releasing one of your legs, his mouth leaving your clit as he gasps.

A slick sound draws your dreamy focus down to him, and you're met with the sight of him wetting his fingers, the thick digits sunk into his glistening mouth. His eyes are trained on you as he pulls his fingers from his mouth and brings them back to your core, using his other arm hooked under your thigh to open your legs further. He leans his face against your thigh, kissing gently and looks up at you as he pushes his fingers into you until his knuckles brush your skin. You let out a strangled moan, and your grip on his hair tightens, drawing a groan from deep in his throat. He curls his fingers inside of you and he begins to pump them in and out, the heat and slickness of you combined with the song-like quality of your moans making him dizzy. One of your hands leaves his hair to find your clit and you start to rub, the tissue warm and engorged beneath your fingers. You bite your lip, eyelids fluttering, tension forming in your stomach, before you feel Arthur’s head push your hand away.

“Nu-uh, gorgeous. Allow me.” He breathes, and then ducks back down, planting ticklish kisses to your clit before opening his mouth and sucking. When you mewl, he picks up the pace, squeezing your thigh between his bicep and forearm, spreading you open further.

“Arthur-”

He groans hotly in response, and through the haze, you hear him grind his hips against the bedroll, denim scratching against canvas. He keeps his speed but switches up the rhythm of his fingers, drawing out the thrusts, letting you feel the length and breadth of his fingers. You shudder and grab his hair as you rock your hips up into his mouth and hand. He can hear your feet wriggling on the bedroll behind him as you writhe.

“Arthur, my God- Arthur-” You moan.

“That’s… Mm- it, sweetheart-” Arthur slurs between his kissing and lapping at your clit, “-Keep on… Keep on.”

You feel the familiar ache of your impending orgasm branching up through your core, twisting the muscles of your abdomen, choking any semblance of coherent thought from your mind as your back arches tightly.

“I’m so- I’m- Yes- That’s-” The words barely form, more like gentle huffs between your heaving breaths that are steadily climbing in pitch. Arthur grunts, roughening his ministrations, and you respond in kind, eyes squeezing shut and body shuddering as he draws your orgasm from you. With a sequence of keening cries, your head falls back, hands gripping his hair almost painfully, thighs and folds smothering Arthur to the point that all he can feel, smell, taste, and hear is you and only you. Your back spasms, your hips rocking languidly, and Arthur whines when he tastes the familiar flavours of your cum spilling from you. His own body tenses, his hips urgently pushing into the bedroll beneath him, desperate for you. He slows his fingers and mouth to match your hips, keeping them deep as you pulse around them, relishing in how your brows furrow, how your nose scrunches up, how your face is aglow with pleasure.

“Shit…” You sigh, hands dropping from his head to the bedroll. With a hum, Arthur slowly withdraws his fingers and mouth from you and he takes a deep breath, licking his lips and swallowing thickly before a grin stretches across his lips.

“Now, just look at all that mess.” His voice cracks a little as he coos, pursing his flushed lips, making your heart flutter and you smile. He then shifts to hook your shaking knees over his shoulders, and you moan when he presses his plush, open mouth to your core. He laps at the sensitive tissue, licking up some of your fluids. A fiery shot of overstimulation ripples through you and you palm at his head,

“Arthur, oh- Arthur, please, that’s too-” You pant but he shushes you quietly, his hands massaging your thighs.

“Hush now, darlin’. Let me bring you back down to Earth.”

He trails his tongue up and down with a deep hum, kissing and sucking as your hips stutter madly. After a moment, your muscles start to relax and the slow, sensual movements of his mouth against you becomes almost soothing, pulling a quiet moan from your parted lips.

“Mm, Good girl…” He mutters.

He spreads your thighs and plants a firm kiss to your clit, then your groin, then your stomach before crawling on top of you. You watch, dazed and breathless as he grabs a handful of your chemise and wipes his face with it. You let out a playful groan of disgust, smacking at his shoulder, earning a hearty laugh from him. You shake your head,

“You’re such a dog.”

He slips his arms around your waist, one hand snaking up to splay over your back, and pulls you against him, rolling onto his back with a grunt. Your hands find purchase on his chest, nails grazing the fabric of his shirt as you look down at him with the utmost fondness.

“That’s the treatment I get for bein’ so givin’?” He smirks, and you feel his fingertips tapping a lumbering rhythm against your spine. You narrow your eyes and lean in close, voice low,

“S’the treatment you get for wakin’ me up all hasty.”

You press your mouth to his in a lazy kiss, tasting yourself on his lips, and he practically purrs into your mouth, “Couldn’t help myself. Kept thinkin’ of you here, all soft ‘n’ pretty.”

Your reverie is broken by the distant sound of Miss Grimshaw’s brusque tone, “Where is that girl? She’s supposed to be up preparin’ bowls for breakfast.”

You huff through your nose in irritation, breath puffing against Arthur’s face and he chuckles, deepening the kiss, one hand coming up to stroke your jaw. A faint sound of frustration escapes you as Grimshaw snaps at Karen, asking where you are. You grumble into Arthur’s mouth,

“Grimshaw.”

Arthur shushes you quietly, tilting his head to kiss along your neck,

“A few more minutes won’t kill her. C’mon now…” He murmurs against your skin, pulling you closer, urging you to relax against him for just a moment longer, to which you gladly concede.

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autrytonic · 9 days ago

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"Heat's gettin' t'me." / Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Summary: Seems the heat's gettin' to Arthur. Tags: 18+ MDNI, p in v, kissing, just pure sex, sort of getting caught?, Abigail sees a glimpse of it. Word count: 1,019. Author's Note: This was a request for my mini prompt sprint, and surprise, I got carried away because I was excited!!!! Ao3 Link.

Weeks upon weeks of running from the lawmen, of enduring the sweltering heat, of comforting folk, of rationing both food and patience- it had sapped every last drop of Arthur’s lifeblood. Since the gang had nestled themselves within the sun-soaked, rickety bones of Shady Belle, he had spent a lot of his time helping everyone else get settled and sneaking in the occasional nap behind a wagon. He would usually be accompanied by you, spread over him beneath the cool shadows of a swaying tree, both of your hats shielding your faces.

The warmth had brought you both to the shade of his room, your sticky bodies to his cot, and his hard girth to the lush pool of your cunt. Reduced to a mangle of grabbing hands and eager mouths, the salt of sweat and the fresh cut of rum dances amidst your lapping tongues as Arthur pinches his nails into your rear and whines.

"Yeah-"

"Yeah?" You breathe, grabbing at his shoulders, the sheeny skin making your palms slide with each bounce of you in his lap.

"Yes- that's it-"

With an excited hum into his ear, you squeeze around his length and his eyes roll back, his jaw dropping open.

"Fuck, please- do that again-"

Repeating the movement, you also arc your hips back, drawing it out and moaning at the pull of your cunt around his cock. Arthur's gaze floats over your flushed face and behind you to the ceiling, blissful.

"Oh, like that, yes- good girl," he groans, strangling through a swallow. Your response is a shaky whimper, each nudge of his cockhead quivering through your gut. His heels thump into the cot behind you, and his thighs twitch as a stream of arousal runs through to his seat, thick and hot. "Get here," he gasps, and paws his way up your back before pulling you flush to him, your skin tacking together.

Feeling his muscles flex around your waist and over your back, you mouth at his shoulder, your moans tickling his skin. When you increase the rock of your hips, Arthur cries out, his head landing back against the pillow, strands of his damp chestnut hair falling away from his forehead. One of his hands moves to hold your rear, guiding the call and response of your hips, urging his cock up into the fluttering walls of your cunt.

With each thrust, Arthur's breaths louden, and you look up to see his eyes drift shut, his mouth parted. His hand on your back rubs up and down, gripping and squeezing at your softness. Pressing his palms into your skin, he pushes and pulls, coaxing you into going faster. A long and needy moan slips from you, vibrating through him.

"Arthur!"

"Tha's it, my girl- fuck me nice, c'mon," his voice leaves him hoarse, desperate, the order resonating over the sloppy meetings of your wet cunt and his groin, syrupy with your joint arousal. Huffing, you keep pace, gripping his shoulders. The tangy scent of his shining skin coupled with the strong undulation of his abdomen against your aching clit spurs on your cupidity and your gasps tighten. He glances down at you to see the familiar pinch in your brow and feels your gentle tremors around his cock. His eyes heavy, his brow furrowing as an almost pained groan rips through him.

"Gonna come, ain'chu?" He asks, the words almost stolen by the broken moan that bursts from his throat when you grind down onto him, hard, with an affirming hum. Your hands scramble to the bedframe above his head, gripping, the metal knocking against the wall each time you rock. At the sensation of his cockhead kissing the softness of your sweet spot, pleasure flickers through Arthur's body. His lashes flutter as he shivers and strains, "Christ! I'm-"

With a string of mewling breaths, you fall over the edge, your cunt convulsing around his girth as your orgasm swims through you. Your skin boils, the stuffy summer air sucking into your lungs, your cum coating his cock as his hands clumsily move to hold your shaking body.

"Arthur, you okay in there?" Karen's tentative voice calls through the door as she raps her knuckles against it. Thoroughly in the throes of indulgence, Arthur's only focus is the coiling pressure growing amidst his rolling hips.

"Arthur, fuck- fuck-" you whimper quietly as you ride yourself through waves of pleasure.

The draw of your cunt makes Arthur grit his teeth in tandem with the tautening of his balls, growling noisily as he plunges into the delicious depths of his release, spilling warmly and thickly up into you, "Oh, shit-!"

Another voice sounds through from outside, unnoticed from within the glowing haze stripping your thoughts of all coherence. "Maybe the heat's gotten to 'im, sounds unwell." Between the slowing knocks of the bedframe into the wall and mingling laboured breaths, the door creaks open. A gentle, concerned call of Arthur's name from Abigail snaps off into a guffaw at the sight of him. Flushed, groaning, all bare and brawn as he fucks his spend up into you whilst you whine against his neck, weakly grasping at the bed frame. The door quickly shuts again. Abigail's voice sounds through the wood, giggles breaking through as she talks over Karen who is still asking whether something is wrong, "Oh, the heat's definitely gotten to 'im. Get back downstairs."

Gleaning fragments of the women's hushed gossiping as they amble back downstairs, Arthur lets out a groaning laugh as you release the bedframe and slowly slip his softening cock from your dripping cunt. Kissing your way up his neck, you give a quiet and satisfied hum.

"What're you laughin' at, Mister?" You murmur as he lazily turns you both sideways, planting a few messy kisses to your head. He trails his fingertips over your waist, admiring the shine to your skin and the glimmer of his spend saturating the dark curls between your thighs as his hand reaches your hip. His tongue runs over his lower lip, a smirk tugging at his mouth.

"Seems the heat's gettin' t'me."

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autrytonic · 9 days ago

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Can we have an Arthur Morgan fic with a reader who's big on impact play (receiving lol) ? Be as detailed as you want

Salacious Sacrosanctity / Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Summary: You've not seen Arthur for almost a week. He plans a night of splendour in Valentine with you but once you get to the hotel room, he finds out that you've brought a little surprise of your own. Tags: NSFW Smut (18+! MDNI), impact play (spanking, riding crop), unprotected p in v (stays in during o, too), kissing, Arthur calls reader ‘girl’ and ‘gorgeous’ and ‘darlin’, Arthur starts out a little subby ig then becomes more dominant as it goes on Word count: 2,727 Author’s Note: Tysm for the request, anon!! I automatically wrote this for female reader without much thought, I hope that’s okay! I hope you like it, I’m so nervous posting smut still lmfao and I got sooo carried away. The logistics of writing positions and sensations actually drives me mad. Also, I’ve made Arthur the goofy, horny sweetheart that I canonise him to be <3 Ao3 Link

“You sure about this?”

Arthur’s eyes flit between you, sprawled out on the hotel bed before him, naked, heavenly, and the riding crop you had just closed his fingers around. You look up at him, drinking in his equal state of undress, his body a little bruised, a little sunburnt, and wantonly tense.

“M’sure.” You purr.

He’s been so bogged down with Dutch’s odd jobs lately that you’ve barely seen him for almost a week. During the lulls of travel, he planned a night of splendour for you both. When he returned to camp in the coppery hues of the evening, he gussied himself up, shaving and putting on clean clothes. He then found you and practically swept you up onto his horse, relishing in your confused giggles before heading to Valentine.

His plan started with taking you to dinner at Smithfields. It didn’t take long for you both to start leaning across the table, desperate to close the distance, the hot food and alcohol warming your stomachs and the lust-filled whispers between you steadily warming your loins.

"I’ve missed you." "I’ve missed you, too." "God, you look gorgeous tonight." "I’ve been thinking about you all day." "I’ve thought about you every night." "Oh, really?"

You all but skipped to the hotel room, his arm around your waist, tight, urgent. Little did he know, you had a surprise of your own. As you undressed one another between greedy kisses and hot breaths, stumbling back towards the bed, you’d whispered against his mouth, “I want to try something.” before reaching for your satchel.

And now here he was, towering over you, watching your skin prickle at the sight of him holding the riding crop.

“You really sure?” His voice strains a little, nose scrunching, “I’m all for givin’ you what you want, gorgeous, but I don’t wanna hurt you.”

His bewilderment makes you laugh, “You won’t hurt me.”

“But if I do–”

“I’ll ask you to stop.”

Arthur is still processing the situation when you slip off of the bed and bend over in front of him, planting your elbows on the mattress. You turn your head to look back at him. Arthur blinks, his lustred skin burning at the display of your nude form, the curve of your ass, your already laboured breathing.

What was left of his ambivalence flows down through his muscles and clings heavily to the underside of his solid cock. He swallows and places his free hand on your waist, his thumb circling lovingly into your skin, before he tentatively grazes the keeper of the riding crop over your rear. The humming giggle that leaves you makes him smile, raising his eyebrows,

“That feel good?”

“Very good.”

He drags the keeper up and down your rear a few times, acclimatising himself to the action. You bite your lip, leaning back into his hand, into the riding crop, and your ass brushes the tip of his cock. He hisses and his hands twitch, the keeper gently patting your skin. You hum, pushing back further and he moans, rolling his hips, his cock rubbing between your ass cheeks.

“What about you, feeling good?” You ask, a playful lilt to your voice. Arthur blows out a strong breath, and you watch his eyes shut as he nods clumsily. You trail your focus down, appreciating his body, the way his abdominal muscles undulate with each roll of his hips, but then your eyes catch on the glittering pearlescence of pre-cum trickling from the swollen head of his cock. You whine, feeling your insides clench,

“Oh, Arthur, look at you…”

His flushed face contorts further with need at the sound of your cooing tone. His fingers twitch yet again, causing the riding crop to pat your rear more and his eyes open, dazed, as though he had forgotten he was holding it. He swallows thickly, eyes flickering to yours and back to the riding crop. He runs the keeper of the riding crop up over your rear and then up your spine, making you shiver. Your head drops forward and you sigh. When he trails it back down and taps it against your ass a few times, you chuckle, wiggling a little. He grunts as the underside of his cock bumps between your ass cheeks.

“Stop teasin’ me, Arthur.”

“Teasin’? I ain’t teasin’-” He gasps and you cut him off by grinding your hips back into his.

“C’mon, Arthur…” You whine. He both moans and rolls his eyes.

“Okay, okay, just– Say stop if I hurt’chya.”

You nod and let out an ‘Mhm’. Arthur lifts his hand, and as he calculates his aim, he strokes up and down your waist with his other hand, letting his cock glide back and forth against your ass. You melt beneath his touch, a soft hum sounding in your chest.

When he lands the riding crop down onto your lifted rear expertly with a thwip-crack, he almost keels over at the squealing moan that rips from you as you plant your face in the bedsheets. A stream of excitement spurts through your shuddering body. Your back arches and his attention is caught by the glimmer of your arousal cascading from your core and through your folds, a river of pleasure that he so very much wants to drown himself in.

“Jesus– You…” His grip on the riding crop pulses simultaneously with the throbbing of his cock, begging him to do it again, “you weren’t kiddin’.”

“God, I knew you’d be so good at this.”

A thrill shoots up through him; he feels like the conductor of the world’s finest symphony when he strikes your behind again, harder this time, the smarting sting drawing an even greater reaction from you. You gasp, mouth opening, and you exhale a keening cry, your hands moving up to clutch at your hair.

“Keep going, please, keep going–” You pant.

Arthur can barely breathe, fervent eagerness constricting his chest as he brings the riding crop down onto your rear again and again at a steady pace, his actions lagging occasionally as he continues to grind his cock into your blushing ass; he tries his darndest to keep his fuzzy focus on your face to make sure you’re enjoying yourself. You’re squirming at this point, and with a whine, you spread your legs and look at him over your shoulder, face slackened with cupidity.

“Arthur, I need you– Need you now–”

Arthur huffs, the frenzy of his arousal thrumming beneath his sheening skin. You observe wantonly as he switches the riding crop to his non-dominant hand and scrunches his nose as he spits crudely into the palm of his dominant hand a couple of times. He wraps his hand around his cock and strokes, slathering it with his saliva; a grumble bubbles in his throat. You shift a bit, steadying your stance. He looks down and brings his hand from his cock to your core, using his index and ring finger to part your folds before dipping them into you gingerly.

“Arthur…” You sigh, your back curving tautly as he checks that you’re relaxed enough.

“Patience, darlin’. It’s comin’.” He breathes, removing his fingers and working his cock a few times before resting the head against your core. You suck in a shaky breath that cuts off as he slowly pushes into you and you whimper at the sheer girth of his cock expanding your plush walls. You hear the riding crop hit the floor before he seizes your hips and fully sheathes himself within you.

“There y’are…” He strains.

With a gasp, he sets a languid rhythm, working his entire length into each thrust. It sends a ceaseless shiver through your body and a long, airy moan escapes you before you begin to pant loudly, head falling against the bed with a soft thump.

“Easy, girl, easy…” Arthur pats your hips; you can hear the set of his jaw as he adjusts to the sensation of filling you, what he’d been thinking about each night for the past week. When he deems you settled enough, he gradually picks up the pace until his cock nudges your sweet spot, making you gasp,

“There– Yes–” You spread your legs further, angling your hips back and up; he supports you instinctively.

“Yeah? Right there?” Arthur whispers, pressing against you more before burying himself to the hilt within you and making his thrusts shallow, tapping your sweet spot continuously.

“Oh, God– Arthur– Arthur–”

The unabashedly loud moan that he draws from you and the way it oscillates in time with his thrusts almost makes him come right then and there. All he can muster is a grunt. Through the haze, your voice graces his ears.

“Spank me–”

“What?” He pants out through gritted teeth.

You bring a hand behind your back and claw at the air until you find his dominant hand. You try to hit your ass with his hand but the angle results in a dull thump against your soft flesh. You groan in frustration,

“Please, Arthur- It’ll feel so good–”

The ardour weaved throughout your words makes Arthur’s brain cut off, his hips lagging for a moment, eyelashes fluttering; he slowly raises his hand. He can hear the anticipation in your gasping breaths, and he sees you lift yourself a little more.

He brings his palm firmly down on your plush rear with a sharp slap and the absolutely glorious squealing moan of surprise you release causes him to melt down onto you with a gravelly sigh, kissing a sloppy trail up your spine, his rough hand massaging the area he just inflicted delicious pain upon. He gulps as he falls back into the quick, shallow rhythm, his body painfully rigid with arousal but his jaw slack.

“Arthur–” Your voice trembles; the sensation crackles through the rest of your body and you start to shake.

“I know– I know–”Arthur rubs wide circles on your lower back, “I gotch’ya, gorgeous– Just–” He groans before forcing part of his consciousness to stream back up from the burning base of his cock to his fogged brain. The tough skin of his palm meets your blotched rear again and you both moan as you squeeze around his cock, a pleasant harmony filling the room accompanied by the percussive slick slaps of his hips against yours.

He recognises the familiar onset of your orgasm, the way your legs weaken, the tension in your body rocking between your hips and the arc of your spine. Your knees start to buckle, knocking against the bed, your breaths a soft, desperate blanket swathing the droning, ragged nature of his own. He knows that you won’t last for much longer.

Keeping you as one, he palms his way down your hips, down to your thighs, and with a grunt, hoists your lower half up a bit, and forces you forward up the bed. You squeal and huff as your arms that were supporting you unfold and lay flat at your sides as you faceplant on the bed.

He moves with you, his chest flush with your back. He props himself up on one elbow and brings his other arm diagonally over your upper back, pushing you down into the mattress and gripping your shoulder to fully control the rhythm.

“My–” thrust “God–” thrust “Arthur!”

And before you can think much more–

Smack!

Your back tries desperately to curve and you cry out in surprise and pleasure but he keeps you pressed to the bed with his forearm.

“There’s a–” Smack! “Girl.”

He can barely form the words as they slip from his lips. He’s used to being a guide in the bedroom but this? Watching you writhe beneath him, your hands clawing up the bed to rest above your head and grip the sheets, the column of his cock disappearing inside of you again and again, your arousal sticking his skin to yours ticklishly with each meeting. It’s downright animalistic. Hedonistic. Addictive. Utterly divine.

“Christ, I think I’m gonna–” He chokes out.

“Yes, Arthur, yes, please–”

“Have a heart attack–” He raggedly gasps.

You let out a broken moaning laugh, and he feels your hips stuttering beneath his. He shifts a little, slowing his roll, and you shudder, your core pulsing around him. He snakes his hands between you and the bed, splaying one over your ribs and the other moves down to explore where you both meet, lubricating his fingers with the gloss of your arousal, before starting to rub small, firm circles into the throbbing tissue of your clit. He feels all of the tensity trembling through your beautiful body and gathering in your stomach, the muscles twitching under his palm.

“I’m– I’m–”

“That’s it, there you go…” He breathes, mouthing at the silky skin of your back.

With an almost sobbing cry you come, convulsing, clutching the bedsheets, hips rocking between his unrelenting girth and fingers. The pressure of your walls steals his breath and he holds you tighter.

“Oh, That’s my girl…”

As your relief waves through you, your chest heaves and the roll of your hips progressively slows. His gaze drops to the sight of your opaline ambrosia leaking out onto his cock and he whines. His head drops forward, some of his chestnut hair falling over his forehead as his own impending orgasm braids his abdomen into aching knots. He shifts, his body laying atop you, his strong hands seeking out yours, threading his fingers between your own as thrusts into you desperately; you moan, overstimulated,

“Arthur–”

“Almost there, my gir–”

His breath catches as his orgasm bursts through him, a harsh groan surging from his chest and vibrating against your back. His rhythm falters and you whimper at the sensation of his cock stuffing you as his hot cum rushes up into you.

With a sigh, he grows heavier against you, panting, shaking.

“My girl…” He whispers.

You stir beneath his large body, your voice a gentle slur,

“Arthur, you’re crushin’ me.”

He barks out a chuckle, kissing your back a few times before raising himself a little bit,

“M’sorry, darlin’. C’mon…”

He pets your head with one hand, moving the other to the base of his cock. You both moan when he carefully pulls out, the cocktail of your mingling fluids dripping from you onto the bed sheets below. You catch your breath, eyes fluttering closed, unmoving.

“You’ve never looked prettier.”

Arthur says softly and you hear him stand up. He walks to the dresser, a little wobbly, and grabs a towel hanging over it, cleaning himself up. After a moment, you feel him tenderly start to wipe your intimate areas. You hear the bed creak as he sits next to you, still cleaning you up, and he leans down to caress and kiss your thighs and ass. You open your eyes and look back at him fondly.

“Always so chivalrous, Mister Morgan.”

He shakes his head and smiles in between kisses before throwing the towel onto the bedside table. You roll over, wincing at your aching muscles and sore rear. Arthur gives you a soft look as he peels back the bedsheets. You watch him with a low hum. He crawls onto the bed and ducks down for a kiss and you giggle into his mouth, hands finding purchase on his broad shoulders. The kiss is sloppy, your mutual exhaustion apparent as your tongues lap together. His hands massage your waist as he melts into you.

“Thank you for bringin’ me here. This was a beautiful surprise.” You garble into his mouth and he puffs out a chuckle, his own voice marred by the kiss,

“Thank you for bringin’ that damn crop. You devilish woman.”

You hum and he keenly plants one more kiss to your lips before scooping you up and dropping you into the bed with a bounce and a laugh, crawling in next to you soon after. He sighs as he settles into the mattress, watching you with a grin as you snuggle under the sheets, hair mussed, face still blushed. He brings a hand to your shoulder, stroking your skin. You both stare at one another in enamoured silence as your eyelids grow heavy and sleep snatches you up first, and then him.

As he drifts off, he thinks of how much he’s missed you… And how this will most certainly become a sacrosanct tradition.

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autrytonic · 17 days ago

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Your latest reblog of Arthur shaming himself in the mirror made me think of how badly I wanna jump his bones in front of one 🪞🪞

Mirror Image

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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“Ugh, you ugly bastard….”

God damnit. You’re sure he thinks you can’t hear him from the open door to the balcony, but the self-deprecating muttering he is doing under his breath reaches your ears and you sigh. Gripping the wooden railing overlooking Strawberry, your eyes flutter closed for a moment and you curse all those who came before you that made him think this way.

“No wonder they all leave you…”

“You know something I don’t?” Your voice cuts across the room, making his shoulder jolt and catching him off guard, something you’re surprised by, gunslinger that he is.

Arthur turns away from the mirror, scratching at the back of his neck sheepishly, knowing he’s been caught.

You don’t let him spiral any further, crossing your arms over your chest in a huff, “Are you ending this between us?”

“What -no…sweetheart-” He sputters, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.

“Then why are you talking like that? I ain’t leaving you.”

Arthur looks down at the floor, “You will-”

“I won’t.” You step closer, the small heel of your boots thumping on the floor as your brow sets, narrowing your eyes as you raise your voice, “Why… why do I feel like I have to constantly prove to you that I’m not going anywhere?”

“Cause you deserve better than a sour-faced idiot like me,” Arthur snaps back, realizing his tone only after the words have spilled out, seeing you wince slightly at the outburst, “Sweetheart…”

You sigh again, and let your arms down from your chest, looking at the floor for a moment before pursing your lips in frustration. After a moment, you march pointedly toward him, catching him off guard again as you press your frame against him, hands maneuvering his large body in a quarter turn so that the two of you are prominently displayed in the reflection.

“What’re you doin’-”

Arthur audibly groans as you sink to your knees, gazing up at him as your hands move to unbutton the fly of his trousers, and then the lower buttons of his union suit as his pale skin becomes visible to you.

“Darl- you don’t-”

You cut him off further by pulling his burgeoning cock from his pants, coaxing it to fullness as you continue to look up at him. His hands curl into fists at his side, and with a glance toward the mirror, his eyes follow yours to see the reflection of the two of you. As he breathes out heavily from his nose, you return to your ministrations, pumping him until he stands rigid and blood-filled. His gaze is locked on the mirror as you lean toward him, taking his member into the warm cavern of your mouth.

You suck at him, bobbing back and forth on his shaft as one of his hands finds its way to your head, his fingers pulsing as your tongue pressed against the head of his cock before you take him completely into the warm cavern of your mouth again.

Pulling off of him with a wet sound, you find his gaze in the mirror, slack jawed and panting, his free hand’s knuckles white at his side from trying to hold restraint.

You lean in and press your lips to the underside of his cock, making all six foot of him shiver, before standing to your full height.

“Jesus, woman-” Arthur pants, his hand flying to his cock to stroke it, but you bat his arm away with one hand as the other wraps around his spit-slicked cock.

“Why is it so hard for you to think you deserve good things?”

He frowns, about to open his mouth before he has to bite his lip as you catch him on a downstroke. You give his cock several more pumps before moving half a step back, pulling your blouse out from where it is tucked into your skirt. He’s unable to do anything but watch you in that mirror as you quickly disrobe - your blouse is tossed to the side. Your skirt pools at your feet. You kick your boots off somewhere behind you. You pull your chemise overhead and throw it to the floor. Your bloomers join your skirt around your ankles.

“Look at me.” You order, and his eyes snap from the mirror and back to you, lust-blown and wide with surprise.

“You deserve to fuck me.” You state with force, grabbing one of his hands and shoving it between your legs, where moisture gathers, “You deserve to warm your cock in me and fuck me til you can’t anymore.”

He is completely flustered, only able to rub at your folds after a moment of gathering himself, breathing heavily as his other hand rubs his neglected cock.

After several moments of enjoying him touching that sensitive skin, you turn around, pressing your back against him, wiggling your hips against his pelvis for a moment before leaning forward, laying your arms upon the dresser as you gaze upon him in the mirror, your bodies side-profile in the reflection.

“Take what you deserve, Arthur.” You whisper, bent over at the waist in front of the mirror, and in an instant, he’s rushing that half a step forward as he unhooks his suspenders, his pants shoved to his knees as he guides his cock into your waiting cunt.

He slides in almost embarrassingly easily, and when you feel his hips press against your rear, he groans, holding still for a moment, his hands flying to your hips as he tries not to come simply from the rhapsody of being sheathed in your warmth.

You give him that moment to gather himself before throwing your hips back, urging him to move, and he grunts in surprise before taking the hint, quickly finding a rhythm of thrusting himself into you, staring at the two of you in that mirror, a full reflection of the carnal joining of your bodies.

“Say it.” You keen, arching your back to take him deeper still.

“Say -god- say wh-what?” He grunts out between thrusts, his hands tight around your hips as he watches his cock piston in and out of you, well glossed with your slick each time he pulls out.

“That you deserve t-this-” Your composure falls as the head of his cock hits that spot within you that makes your knees shake.

“S-sweetheart-” Arthur grunts as he tightens his grip on your hips as you nearly stumble, whining as you grip the dresser for dear life.

“Say it, goddamnit-” you nearly yell, your mouth hanging open as you pant, one of your hands snaking between your legs and rubbing yourself above where he spears into you.

“Fuck - Jesus…” Arthur throws his gaze to the ceiling before breathing out heavily through his nose, trying to recenter himself, “I-I deserve this.”

“You deserve m-me.”

“God, darlin’. I d-deserve you.”

“You, agh- you deserve to fill me up.”

That, that, is something he is not able to articulate into words. He lurches forward, groaning loudly, his entire body crashing into yours, emptying himself into your velvet core, gasping like a damn fish out of water.

You’re bent over the dresser, panting, your nakedness covered by the six foot frame of your beloved, whose forehead rests on the curve of your neck as he comes down from his release. After a few centering moments, he grunts as he extricates himself from you, and you cannot help the whine that escapes you at the loss of his flesh. The space that he carved for himself within your body is now empty, the warm drip of his release down your inner thighs the only evidence of your joining.

“Y’gonna -” you breathe out heavily as you push yourself to stand, your knees shaking slightly as you wince, continuing to lean over the dresser, “Y’gonna stop with that bullshit now?”

Arthur doesn't respond, and as you clench your teeth to lecture him again, you catch the view of him in that mirror - he’s completely stricken, his gaze unable to be drawn from the reflection of the wet streaks of him that trail down from your inner thighs. He stands there, breath still heavy and full, pants at his knees and cock hanging as it softens.

You close your eyes and let a long breath out your nose, and figure you’ve lectured him enough for the day. Getting him to truly believe that he’s deserving of good things… it’s going to take more than just today.

His fingertips surprise you, sliding between your thighs to trace where his spend stains your skin. It’s gentle, the way he touches you, until his large hands grasp at your thighs and lifting you up and into his embrace as you yelp in surprise.

“Bed- ain’t done with y’."

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autrytonic · 17 days ago

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Hi there! Saw your request for ideas, maybe smutty ones….what if Arthur and s/o have a bet or challenge for trying to entice the other into sex is a public place? The fear and/or embarrassment of getting caught? Doesn’t matter where-in camp, in an alley in town, in some random person’s barn….can’t keep their hands off each other, yet trying to see how far the other is wiling to go. You can make this a headcannon, one-shot story, or weave it into something else?

Just an idea. No pressure. 😉

Ohh - I kinda did a little twist on this, I hope you still like it!

Barely Hidden

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

There’s a certain thrill with getting away with it. Like robbing an idiot blind or sneaking away right from under the law’s nose. It should be no surprise that outlaws like to live on the edge, always on the verge of getting caught.

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Your nails dig into the bark of the tree as Arthur’s breath ghosts over your neck. His large hands encircle your hips, as he presses his up against yours, breathing heavily, gritting his teeth, trying to keep quiet.

He fists your skirts in one hand, the other spread wide over your back, as you’re bent halfway over, leaning on the tree, his large frame moving behind you.

A soft, quiet moan spills from your lips as he slides his cock in and out of your warmth. His hand moves from your back to cover your mouth.

“Swear, agh, yer tryin’ to get us caught.” He whispers, leaning to plaster his front against your back.

“You’re the one, oh, that couldn’t wait-” You hiss back at him, nudging his hand away from your mouth as you press your hips backward to meet his thrusts.

He rolls his hips against your rear, his breathing getting heavier as he increases the speed of his thrusts. You want to mewl aloud, he’s hitting that spot with every stroke.

“Who’s there?” John calls out into the night from his post of guard duty.

Arthur grunts, jutting hard into your hips in surprise, and before he can slow himself down or collect himself, he’s rapidly jerking his cock from your hips, spurting on the backs of your thighs seemingly without warning.

You gasp, pulling away from him, letting your skirts fall to your ankles as the uncomfortable dribble of his hot spend trails down your thighs. Leaning your back against the tree, you catch your breath, facing him.

“It’s just me, idiot.” Arthur calls into the night, very quickly collecting himself and tucking his still-hard cock into his pants and rebuttoning them.

“You - you liked that.” You point at his chest, “We almost got caught and you…”

“Hush, woman. We’ve done enough tonight. Back to your tent before someone really catches us.” Arthur pushes you back toward the camp, and in the dark night, you cannot see how deeply he’s blushing.

But you have an idea. A terribly wonderful idea.

Several days pass before you have a chance to test your idea. Clemens Point was blessedly spread out along the shores of Flat Iron Lake, with a ridge just north of the camp that served as a place of refuge should someone from the gang want to be alone.

“Hey there, darlin’. What’re you doin out here?”

You squint against the setting sun in the west, placing your hand in front of your face looking up at your gunslinger, as he moseys toward where you sit, at the bottom of the small ridge where the dirt meets the sand.

“Waitin’ for you there, cowboy.” You smile as he stands several steps in front of you, blocking the sun from your eyes.

“Waitin’ for me to what?” Arthur asks, hands on his gunbelt.

You give him a sweet, overly saccharine smile.

You pull your skirts up, baring your knees, then your thighs…

“What are you doin?” Arthur’s eyes widen as he jerks his head to see where people are mulling about, not fifty feet away in the evening sun, just over the ridge of rock along the shoreline.

“Mmm, nothin.” You sigh, your skirts flicking upward to show him that you forewent bloomers today. A devious smirk crosses your face as you expose your cunt to him, your folds glistening with moisture, already aroused thinking of him taking you in the daylight, just on the outskirts of camp, with everyone awake.

“You goddamn tease.” He grits, narrowing his eyes as he stalks closer to you. You would think he’s angry, but you don’t miss the growing bulge in his pants and how his hand nudges at it to adjust himself.

“Ain’t a tease if I put out for you, love,” You lay back against the stone, opening your legs wider, “Come and get me, Arthur.”

His gunbelt is on the ground in a single step as he starts unbuttoning his pants. Before he sinks to his knees, he gives one last look over the ridge, scanning the gang finishing their dinner and mulling about the campfire before the sun sets.

“Scared of gettin’ caught?” You ask in a kittenish way, baring your neck as your knees swing open and closed, open and closed, as he gets on his knees a step away from you.

“I think you like that idea, woman.” With one hand, he pulls his cock from his trousers, the other, he grabs your thigh, pulling your body closer to his.

“Mm, I think you-” You are cut off as you gasp, he presses the head of his cock within you with the practiced ease of being lovers, so intimately familiar with each other’s bodies.

He spreads himself over you, pressing his lips to yours, his days old beard scratching against your chin. You grab at his hat, tossing it to the side, and run your fingers through his short hair as you open your mouth and let his tongue press against yours as he slides completely within you.

You cant your hips forward, taking him deeper, and a rumble moves up from his throat into your mouth as he starts to thrust his hips into yours, digging his hands into the sandy dirt beneath you.

You moan into his mouth as he moves above you, thrusting hard and fast, and the excitement of it all has you careen headlong into an orgasm that makes your back arch and him grunt in approval.

He retracts his hips just in time, shooting his spend on the ground between your legs, panting, his forehead pressed against yours.

You smirk against his lips as he pants, giggling softly.

“Yer a goddamn minx, woman.”

“Yeah, and you like it.”

Arthur knew what you were doing the second he saw that glimmer in your eye. Two could play at this game.

You should have known what this would turn into.

It was turning into a raging, burning fire between the two of you, reigniting passion and neediness like in the beginning of your relationship, when you couldn’t keep your hands off of each other.

Which is exactly the problem you have now.

It was just a ride to Rhodes and back. Just to check the mail. But as the moon shone high above Scarlett Meadows, Arthur swings off his horse outside a work barn outside of town, dragging you down before handily hauling your body against him.

“You keep talking like that, woman, I swear, I’m gonna-”

“You’re gonna what, cowboy?”

Arthur nearly growls, shoving his mouth against yours and near devouring you whole. He walks you backwards, taking only a moment to unlatch the door to the barn and pushing you inside before closing it behind him.

He grabs your shoulders, manhandling you into a shadowed, empty stall as he presses himself against you, the long line of him hard and ready.

“C’mon, little lady.” He rumbles and a shiver of delight rolls down your spine.

“Get on the floor. Gonna ride you the way you deserve it.” You pant against him, your hands pressing against the hard muscles of his abdomen, in vain trying move the mountain of him.

Arthur grins like a damn Cheshire cat, moving himself next to a crate and sinking down to his knees as he undoes his gun belt, tossing it next to him as he lays out on the wooden floor. You hike up your skirts as you stand above his hips, to show him, again, that you forwent bloomers.

“Christ, woman.” Arthur’s eyes widen as he desperately shrugs his suspenders down his arms before unbuttoning his trousers and shoving them down his thighs, his heavy, engorged cock bobbing against his stomach.

You lower yourself to your knees, and without pretense or preamble, grasp his cock and guide yourself onto it, sliding down his hard inches until your rear meets his hips. He swears, blinking up to the roof, his hands flying to your waist as you place yours upon the planes of his hard chest, your fingers grasping at the black work shirt he was wearing.

You roll your hips forward, slowly at first, as you grow used to the stretch of him within you, but soon enough, your speed picks up, and he pants, his mouth falling open as you gyrate over his cock.

“Tha’s it, that’s it, come on, ride me-” Arthur groans, thrusting his hips upward against your movements, until, that is, the barn door swings open.

“Whoever’s in here, get the hell out before I shoot ya!” A voice calls out in the stillness, and you hear the racking of a shotgun and heavy footfalls as a man enters the space.

You slap a hand over Arthur’s mouth, as his eyes widen. You try to sit still, splayed over Arthur’s hips, but you can see his eyes flutter and feel his stomach muscles clench against your other hand.

You give him a warning look, and he squeezes his eyes shut, his fingers tightening almost painfully around your waist.

The farmer walks past the stall, the rifle in his hands as he scans the barn. All he would need to do is take one step in your direction and he would find you two behind the crate, Arthur laid out with you atop him, blessedly hidden by your skirts, but it would be obvious what you were doing.

Arthur’s hips jut up and your eyes shoot back to him, about to throttle the damn man, when you see it's a lost cause. With the farmer only a few steps away, Arthur’s eyes cross and you can feel his cock twitch within you, warmth flooding your hips as he spends himself buried in your cunt.

It's everything you are not to moan aloud, and with your free hand, you cover your own mouth as you watch the man unravel beneath you, breathing hard against your palm, his eyes rolling back into his head, his hips giving little pulses upward as he fills you, unable to hold back, utterly and completely wrecked.

The farmer is still mulling about the barn, and you’re close to yanking one of the revolvers from Arthur’s discarded belt and shooting the man dead so you can continue to ride this man as his convulsing cock finally stills.

Arthur seems to regain some of his wits, but none of his caution, as one of his hands leaves your waist and burrows under your skirt, his thumb pressing right above where he’s buried within you. You jolt as he finds what he’s looking for, that nub of nerve endings that drives you wild.

Your eyes widen as your breathing gets shallow, the damn farmer is still in the barn, and Arthur is hell bent on making you come. If you two get out of this without getting shot, lord, is he going to get it from you.

You grind down on his hand as he feverishly rubs at you, throwing your head back, your hands still covering both of your mouths.

When you fall over that edge, it’s everything you are not to cry out, not to scream his name, not to gasp and moan and cry and tell him you love him as he works you through a shuddering release, his blue eyes locked on you and his head nodding back and forth to spur you on.

You basically collapse over him, his arms wrap tightly around your waist as you try to control your breathing.

The barn door shuts and you give a sigh of relief.

“I cannot believe you, Arthur Morgan.” You scold him, finally removing your hand from over his mouth. You press yourself up on his chest to sit above him.

Arthur pants, a smile crossing his features before he sits up and chases your lips. With him still nestled within your hips, he tangles his hands in your hair as he kisses you with a passion not nearly fazed by coming down from his orgasm. He pulls away only slightly, kissing the underside of your jaw.

“Maybe I do enjoy it.”

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autrytonic · 17 days ago

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Peng (18+/MDNI)

Peng • very appealing, attractive, or impressive (used as a general term of approval).

Content: John Marston, fem!reader, cunnilingus, femdom if you squint

Author's Note: Hello, my lovelies! I've been feeling such a certain way about little Johnny Marston lately, so I thought I'd share the love with you xx Hope you enjoy.

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john likes it rough.

that’s how john always is— eager, hungry, hands already pulling your panties down like he’s ready to devour you whole. but when he gets between your thighs, it’s clear he’s not used to listening. he licks like he’s chasing something, sloppy and fast, tongue darting too hard against your clit, trying to make you come without really learning how.

you grip his hair, not to pull him closer, but to slow him down.

“easy,” you murmur, voice low but firm. “you don’t gotta rush it, cowboy.”

he looks up, mouth shiny, lips parted, a little flushed. his eyes search your face like he’s waiting for instruction.

“just… tell me what to do,” he says.

you sit up, cupping his jaw in one hand, your thighs framing his face.

“start here,” you whisper, guiding his tongue to your folds. “slow. long licks. don’t go for my clit yet.”

he obeys, tongue dragging up the length of your pussy in a deep, steady stroke. you shudder, your fingers tightening in his hair.

“good,” you breathe. “again. just like that.”

he does it again; slow, steady, focused. and this time, it works. heat starts to build low in your belly, pressure curling tighter with each pass of his tongue

“fuck,” you moan, rocking your hips slightly. “you feel that? you keep that rhythm, you’ll have me coming in minutes.”

john groans against your pussy, and the sound of it vibrates through you.

“now suck. gently. right here.” you guide his mouth to your clit, holding his head steady as his lips close around it, drawing you in with a slow, messy pull.

you moan, long and low.

“there it is,” you whisper. “just like that. you keep goin’, and don’t you dare stop ‘til i say.”

he nods, mouth locked onto your clit, tongue swirling in soft, perfect circles while his hands grip your thighs tight. he’s moaning now, practically whining, like eating you out is driving him crazy, like the taste of you is more than he was ready for.

“you like that?” you tease, breath catching. “like bein’ used like this?”

his answer is a deeper groan, hips grinding subtly into the mattress below him like he’s hard—aching— just from pleasing you.

“good,” you pant, rolling your hips into his mouth now, riding his tongue with control. “keep going, doll. don’t stop. i’m almost there—”

you fall apart with a cry, clit pulsing against his tongue, thighs trembling around his head. he keeps going, licking you through it, holding you still while you writhe and grind against his face.

“fuck, john—oh my god—”

you finally push his head back, overstimulated, panting. he looks wrecked with his mouth soaked, eyes glassy, lips kiss-bruised and swollen. you smirk, stroking your thumb across his jaw.

“not bad, marston,” you say, breathless. “next time, you’ll make me come even faster.”

he grins in that crooked, flushed, fucking proud way.

“you just keep tellin’ me what to do,” he mutters, voice hoarse. “i’ll stay down there all damn night if you let me.”

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Hungry

This work is 18 + / MDNI!

content • John Marston, fem!reader, bondage, cunnilingus, p n v, dubcon if you squint, dirty talk

author's note • something about dear John in some very peculiar nsfw-ness always piques my interest. good lord, I love this man. enjoy xx

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john’s got you tied to the chair— wrists bound behind the wooden backrest with his belt, ankles spread wide and fastened to the legs with old rope that smells like saddle oil and sweat. you can’t move. can’t close your legs. nothing.

he crouches in front of you like a man who just cracked open heaven. eyes dark, hungry, shameless as he stares between your thighs— at the mess already glistening there.

“look at you,” he mutters, running his palms up your thighs, calloused and hot. “tied up and drippin’ before i even touched you.”

he leans in, close enough for his breath to ghost over your soaked pussy. his voice drops— low, guttural.

“you know what that does to me? seein’ you like this? tied up. helpless. mine.”

you whimper, already straining against the restraints, already aching.

he chuckles, dark and mean. “oh, baby. you ain’t gettin’ outta this chair ‘til i’ve had my fuckin’ fill.”

then he licks you— long, slow, filthy. tongue flat, dragging through your folds with a moan so deep it vibrates against your skin.

“fuck, you taste good,” he groans. “sweet, messy little cunt just waitin’ for me.”

he doesn’t ease you in. doesn’t tease. he devours you.

tongue swirling around your clit, lips sucking it into his mouth with obscene slurping sounds. his stubble scratches your thighs raw, and you love it. you can’t move, can’t buck your hips, can’t do a damn thing but take it— and he knows it.

“look at you,” he growls, pulling back for just a second, chin slick. “tied up and squirming. poor thing, can’t even fuck my face like you want to. guess i’ll have to do all the work.”

he buries himself again, tongue fucking into you while one hand spreads you wider, thumb pressing just above your clit to make you feel every single stroke of him.

you’re moaning now, loud, helpless, straining against the ropes, and it only eggs him on.

“that’s right,” he pants, mouth shiny with you. “let ‘em hear you. let the whole damn county know who’s makin’ you come.”

you’re close— so close— thighs trembling, breath ragged.

“john—please—”

“you beggin’?” he smirks, licking a slow circle around your clit. “fuckin’ love it when you beg. makes me wanna tie you up every night.”

he sucks hard, flicks fast, grinds his tongue against that sweet spot until your orgasm slams into you like lightning. your body jerks against the chair, eyes rolling back as you scream his name, and he doesn’t stop.

he keeps licking you through it, through the twitching, the shaking, the overstimulation. one hand strokes your thigh while the other slides up to palm your breast through your shirt, squeezing it like he owns it.

“so fuckin’ good for me,” he groans. “made a goddamn mess, baby. look at this fuckin’ mess.”

you’re gasping now, slumped in the chair, legs weak, wrists burning from pulling against the belt.

he rises to his feet, towering over you, licking his lips like he’s still hungry— because he is.

he leans down, fingers tracing the corners of your mouth.

your wrists ache from the belt— not that you noticed until he loosened it.

john’s behind you now, crouched low, his hands rough but careful as he unfastens the buckle, fingers brushing over your tender skin.

“easy,” he murmurs, voice low and dangerous in your ear. “i got you.”

your arms fall forward, weak and tingling. your legs are still shaking in the chair when his hands drag you up to your feet like you weigh nothing.

he sits down hard, pulling you with him, and suddenly you’re straddling his lap— bare and soaked, your thighs sticky against his jeans, your pussy pressed right against the thick bulge straining in his open fly.

“there you go,” he mutters, leaning back just enough to look at you. “c’mon, baby. show me how bad you need it.”

your hands plant on his chest, and you grind once— slow, dragging yourself along the length of him through his jeans, still slick from his mouth and your orgasm. his breath stutters.

“goddamn,” he groans. “look at you.”

you grab his cock— thick, flushed, heavy and leaking— and line him up, rising just enough to sink down slow, inch by aching inch.

you both moan; loud, filthy, breathless.

“shit, you’re tight,” he gasps, hands flying to your hips. “you ridin’ me already? can’t even wait a second, huh?”

you bottom out with a broken gasp, nails biting into his shoulders, and his head falls back against the wall behind him.

“that’s it,” he growls. “fuckin’ take it.”

you start to ride him, hips rolling in rough, wet circles, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing in the barn. your hands tangle in his hair, your lips dragging along his jaw, his throat, biting and panting and claiming him right back.

he’s losing his mind.

“you feel that?” he rasps, thrusting up to meet you now, fucking into you from below. “this cock’s made for you, baby. made to stretch this pretty little pussy ‘til you can’t even think straight.”

you moan loud, burying your face in his neck, and he loves it— wraps his arms around you tight and fucks up into you harder, deeper, rougher.

“you wanna be full of me?” he pants, lips at your ear. “wanna come all over my cock again? get it drippin’ down your thighs?”

you nod, riding harder, faster, chasing it now— his hands bruising your hips, his breath ragged against your mouth.

“john, i’m gonna—fuck—”

“do it,” he snarls. “make a mess on me again. come like a good fuckin’ girl.”

your body spasms around him, pussy fluttering, hips stuttering as you scream his name and cling to him like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

he groans deep, filthy, and shoves up into you one more time— then he’s spilling inside you with a growl, cock throbbing, arms locked around your waist.

you collapse together, breathing hard, sweat-slicked and fucked-out.

he kisses your temple, lazily.

“next time,” he mutters, voice low and spent, “i’m tyin’ myself to that chair. ‘cause holy fuck.”

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autrytonic · 29 days ago

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#wlw soft #wlw yearning #wlw post #wlw #cowbians #Spotify

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hiya! i just wanted to say that you are my FAV rdr2 writer ever!!! you characterize Arthur SO well it regularly has me doing laps around my room haha

that being said, may i request a bit of sub Arthur? poor guy deserves to be taken care of, and his harsh self talk makes me so sad!! like, you are objectively pretty sir, what do you mean?!

thank you!! 🥰

Oh, hello, my dear! Thank you so much for your kindness, that means the utter world to me omg!! <333 I'm very glad you enjoy my work. This was actually a pretty new dynamic for me (Like, Arthur being a sub but Reader being just as tender back) and I have fallen in love with it!! Here is your sweet little sub Arthur, our boy needs the love (I'm an awkward girly so I hope the talk from Reader is good enough!) <3 MDNI <3

Sweet Man / Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

Tags: Sex (unprotected), lots and lots of compliments for Arthur, Arthur is a sweet little sub and Reader is just as sweet and loving.

"I said quit grabbin', Arthur," you gentle, your voice wavering as you take his large hands in yours and move them from your rear to your waist. "Jus' relax, keep your mind on this." Your underthighs slap against the tops of his own with a quiet wetness and Arthur whines at the tender pull of your cunt around his slickened cock. The cot beneath you squeaks with each land of your rear into Arthur's lap and he gasps loudly when you run your thumb over his nipple, a ruddy hue flooding his slackened face,

"Darlin'- Oh, please-"

"S'that good, baby?" You coo, pushing your knees into the cot, earning more leverage and upping your pace. Arthur groans, barely mustering a nod, his fingers twitching against the soft skin of your waist. The arcing of his back against the cot pulls his hips back somewhat before the shudder that snakes up his spine causes him to give an upward thrust. The blunt head of his cock kisses your sweet spot with an eager throb.

It forces your mouth open, your brow pinching upward as you whimper, "My handsome man- Shit- My- God, Arthur, you're so good."

"Don't- don't stop, my girl, please-" He rasps, his nails faintly nipping at your skin, tugging at your nerves and sparking tickles through your body. It only spurs on the heavy pressure pooling within your cunt.

"Ain't plannin' on it, cowbo- Oh-" You slouch forward, your bare and dewy body pressing atop that of his own, your teeth tacking against the skin of his cheek as you huff with each long roll of your hips, "Look'achu, my sweet man-" You pant, feeling the muscle of his lower abdomen fluttering beneath the silken kisses of your clit as you start to grind.

Arthur's chest heaves, his eyes glazed over with a wanton desperation as he lets his head sink further into the pillow, his focus fading and his heels thumping into the fabric beneath.

"You an' your sweet face, those rosy cheeks and," you swallow, gasping, "that damn smirk'a yours, God-"

Arthur's thighs start to tremble and his hands clumsily paw their way to the small of your back, pressing you further down onto him as he whimpers, "Don't stop-"

"Makes me wanna ride you red, Arthur."

"Oh- Please-" He responds, weak and whining, teeth bared.

"An' those angel eyes o'yours, so pretty an'-" Your purring tone is lost under the strangled moan that surges up through the flushed and fuzzy landscape of Arthur's chest. A fervent pulse from his thick cock brings forth a whine from you and your voice leaves you strained, "Tha's it, feel me, baby."

You squeeze your satiny walls around Arthur's ruddy girth and he cries out, bucking his hips with a firm smack of his hands into your ass, gripping. The sting causes you to clench around him again and you both groan when the overside of his cock rubs at your soft, ridged insides.

"Darlin', I'm-"

"Let go for me, Arthur."

Arthur wraps his arms around you, holding you close with a broken moan as he gives a series of quivering upward thrusts, spilling warmly and fully within you.

"Tha's it, Arthur, yes-"

The teasing strokes of his lower abdomen against your clit coupled with the faint ache of his cockhead nudging your sweet spot send you right over the edge with him, your hands grasping at his shoulders as you mewl against his bristly jaw. Your cunt draws him in, your cum buttery and hot as it coats his cock. Arthur's lip tremors on his next deep, desperate inhale, his eyes squeezing shut.

"Fuck-"

Your voice comes out whining and spent as your hips slow to a languorous rock, "There he is, my handsome man."

Arthur swallows loudly, his breathing harsh as he lets you cup the back of his head and pull him into a messy kiss. All he can do is open his mouth for you, whining when your tongue laps a ticklish rhythm against the roof his mouth. "So fucked out, ain't you?" You garble, and Arthur's eyes flutter open, crossing a little as he gazes up at you with a soft moan, thoughtless, only feeling. A smile tugs at your lips while you continue to kiss him, enjoying that familiar dazed yielding in his expression.

Arcing your hips back carefully, you slip his softened cock from your lush cunt, soon followed by a dribbling of his warm spend over his groin as you settle atop him. Arthur huffs into your mouth, the kiss still unbroken, making him losing his breath a tad. He shifts beneath you, his sweat acrid, sticking his back and thighs to the cot underneath. One of his hands comes up to push your mussed hair back, the fingertips of the other pressing tenderly into the sweaty dip of your lower back.

The kiss continues on until Arthur heaves a large breath, his head falling back, his mouth pinkish at the edges and glistening. Cradling you clumsily to him, he rasps against your temple,

"Thank you, darlin'."

You give a little laugh into the crook of his neck, "What for, fuckin' you?"

"Naw," he breathes, his eyes as dopey looking as the slur in his voice, "Lovin' me."

Tags for my sweethearts: @thundermartini @zae-heeyyy @pinescent-and-gingerbread @frillydolle @arthurmorganist @thesweetestapplepie @thoughts-of-bear @kayyqua @thedilfdiaries @mrsarthurmorgan7 - Apologies if I miss anyone, just dm me or comment below to have me tag you <3

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autrytonic · 1 month ago

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hayloft

content • john marston, fem!reader, fluff

author's note • after an insane weekend like this one, I thought I'd post something soft and sweet for the john marston nation ✊️ enjoy xx

the hayloft smells like the hay around you, wood, and him.

faint candlelight glows somewhere near the ladder, casting long shadows across the barn. outside, the crickets are singing, and the air’s warm enough that you don’t need anything but the old blanket he spread out beneath you.

john lies beside you, shirt off, chest warm against your back, arm draped heavy over your waist like he doesn’t ever want to let you go. his breath is steady, slow, and when he speaks, his voice is quiet.

“y’smell like summer,” he murmurs, nose brushing against your hair. “sweet. like peaches, or clover… somethin’ soft.”

you smile, fingers lightly tracing the hand he has splayed across your stomach.

“you always talk like that when you’re tryin’ to be sweet?”

he grunts a little, then presses a kiss to the back of your shoulder. “nah. only with you.”

you shift, turning in his arms so you can face him. his eyes catch yours, soft and open in a way they never are during the day. out there, he’s all hard lines, quick words, heavy hands. but here? here he’s undone. quiet. yours.

“you make me feel like i got somethin’ to lose,” he says, thumbing over your cheekbone. “that scares the hell outta me.”

you lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth, slow and gentle.

“you’ve got me,” you whisper. “that’s all.”

he exhales shakily, forehead resting against yours.

“don’t deserve you,” he murmurs. “but i’m selfish enough to want you anyway.”

you slide your fingers into his hair, pulling him closer until he sighs against your lips.

“i want you too,” you say. “always have.”

you fall asleep like that— limbs tangled, his thumb stroking slow patterns on your side, his words barely audible now.

“ain’t never had nothin’ feel this good… not ever.”

#john marston x you #john marston rdr2 #john marston rdr1 #john marston x reader #john marston #john marston fluff #redeadredemption2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption two

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Been thinking about being Dutchs woman, but Arthur can't keep his eyes off you.

JUST IMAGINE the tension between y'all, halfway hidden between camp and the river after a fight with Dutch and Arthur finds you, wants to help you relieve your stress...

I'm in an insufferable amount of physical pain right now HOWEVER I aim to please, so here's this super-steamy lil thing for you xx

content is below the cut!

Not Your's

maybe it was the way arthur looked at you when dutch wasn’t watching — that tight jaw, those hungry eyes. maybe it was the night you screamed at dutch, slammed a bottle across the floor, and arthur found you shaking behind your tent, too proud to cry but too angry to breathe.

or maybe it was just always there, coiled tight like a fuse waiting to burn.

but now? now you’re in arthur’s lap inside an old abandoned shack a mile out from camp — hidden, quiet, filthy — and he’s fucking you like he’s starving for it. like he’ll die if he doesn’t have you.

your skirt’s bunched up around your hips, your back pressed to the splintered wall. his jeans are open just enough for him to be buried inside you, deep and unrelenting, one hand covering your mouth as the other grips your hip like he’s trying to leave bruises.

his mouth is hot against your neck. panting. cursing.

“goddamn,” he growls, teeth grazing your skin. “you take me so good, baby. every time.”

you moan against his hand — helpless, writhing — and he groans in return, the sound low and wrecked.

“shhh,” he murmurs. “you know we can’t be caught. that son of a bitch’d shoot me where i stand.”

but he doesn’t stop. he never stops.

his hips roll hard and slow, dragging every inch of him through your soaked, needy body like he owns it.

you pull your mouth from his palm just long enough to gasp, “he couldn’t do what you do.”

arthur stills — just for a second — eyes burning into yours.

“say that again,” he pants.

you hook your legs around his waist, dragging him in deeper. “he couldn’t make me feel the way you do. he never could.”

arthur makes a sound you’ve never heard before. somewhere between a growl and a moan. he pulls out and slams back into you, rough and deep, hand tightening around your throat now — not hard, just enough to hold you there. enough to make your head spin.

“you’re mine when you say shit like that,” he rasps. “mine, not his. you understand me?”

“yes,” you breathe, drunk on him. “i’m yours.”

his thrusts get faster, more frantic. the wood behind you creaks with every slam of his hips. you cling to him, nails digging into his shoulders, your body coiling tighter with every grind of his cock against that perfect spot inside you.

“gonna come for me?” he whispers against your ear. “come on. make a mess on my cock. let me feel you.”

you fall apart with a cry muffled against his shoulder, shaking and clenching around him, and he loses it — burying himself to the hilt and groaning through gritted teeth as he spills inside you, heat flooding your core.

for a long moment, neither of you move.

then he leans back, brushing a strand of hair from your face with rough fingers.

“one day,” he murmurs, “you’re gonna leave him. and when you do… you come to me.”

you nod, already aching for more.

and outside, the wind howls — like it knows this secret’s too dangerous to keep much longer.

#redeadredemption2 #red dead fandom #red dead redemption two #arthur morgan #arthur morgan fan fiction #arthur morgan smut #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan x reader

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