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The guy I’m talking to is my mom’s best friend and he’s 34 YEARS OLD with 2 kids chat did I manifest this

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gaining & recieving - arthur morgan

"It ain't somethin' I take."

summary: arthur spoils & overstimulates you with his fingers cause he likes to watch you squirm

CONTAINS: smut, no plot, HE'S A GIVERRR, fingering, SIZE DIFFERENCE, age difference probably, overstimulation, squirting, talking you thru it, kinda romantic, arthur is way more experienced than the reader, terms used: girl, sweetheart

word count: 1,458

a/n: i haven't posted a proper smut fic in a while!! i'm so sorry ladies. been very preoccupied with school. i'm trying to get back into it though! also my past smut fics were written when i was 100% a virgin and now i'm not! woohoo!!! so hopefully i'm better at writing sex?? does it work like that? idk! enjoy!!!

“Settle down, girl.” 

He almost purrs, his body hovering over yours, not to pin you, but to warn you in a way. His chest is firm and his hands are planted securely on the ground of your tent so his arms are trapping you beneath him. The brim of his hat dips just low enough to almost cover his eyes. It looks almost sultry.

"You feelin' needy? I can take care of you." He promises, picking a hand up and clasping it right above your hip, his thumb gently rubbing against your waist through your clothes. His eyes never break contact with yours. His eyelids look heavy and calm — like he'd done this a million times before — while your eyes are snapped wide open, your face tinted with a petrified blush.

"Only if you want it though." He raises his eyebrows slightly, searching for an answer in your expression. He doesn't get a clear one, however, and his gaze keeps moving back and forth from one of your eyes to the other like he's watching a game of tennis. You part your lips to speak, your voice a nervous tone, like you're walking on thin ice.

"I do." You murmur out before swallowing, letting out a few shaky breaths as your gaze remains frozen on him. A side of his mouth quirks up slightly into a small grin. He's practically fucking you with his eyes already. His hand that was mounted above your hip slowly slides up your ribcage, leaving a trail of aching heat under his rough palms. He takes pleasure in staring down at your form beneath him for a second longer before dipping his head down to press patient, lingering kisses across your face.

He starts at the bridge of your nose: an innocent, almost chaste display of affection to reassure you that he isn't just there for sex. It's about the intimacy. It's about it being you.

His lips gradually move to press against your cheek, then the corner of your mouth, then your lips, then your jaw. You tilt your head up slightly, letting out heavy but comfortable breaths as you take in the feeling of him. His stubble brushes against your neck, the combination of that and his steady breaths against your skin making you shiver. His fingertips press gently against your neck as if he's cradling it.

Your skin heats up more and more by the second, the ache to be touched by him and the overwhelming nervousness making you flustered beyond words. You start to let out small, needy whines as he nips and presses kisses to your neck.

"Need me to touch you, sweet girl?" His voice is full of intention, like he knows the answer to everything he asks before he even asks it. You nod firmly, your arms wrapped around his neck to anchor yourself as his lips brush against the most sensitive spots on your neck over and over again. You don't bother trying to get words out, worried that you'll just let out a moan.

He touches you like the whole act was premeditated. Like he'd rehearsed this a thousand times before. His hand snakes down your waist again and he traces his calloused fingertips over your panty area gently, making you shiver. His fingers trail up to your waistband, hooking it in a grasp and starting to slowly pull it down. The inches of your skin being gradually revealed at his doing, under his hands, is like candy for his eyes.

The lace of your undergarments is soon visible and Arthur's breath nearly hitches. His eyes dart from your panties to your eyes, as if you just handed him a gift and he's in disbelief, asking "For me?"

He cautiously brings a finger to rub gentle circles against your clit through the thin fabric, watching your facial expressions carefully and observing any significant reactions to help guide him. He notices a few brief moans spill from your lips, your back just barely arching off the ground. He smirks a bit in amusement and pride, mentally patting himself on the back.

After a few agonizing seconds, he stops rubbing his fingertips against your aching clit and finally slips his fingers into your panties. You gasp softly, the feeling of his fingers against your bare cunt still foreign and new. The first thing that comes to your mind is that his hands are big. His fingers are thick. He'd always had large hands, almost double the size of yours, but they suddenly seem intimidatingly bigger now that they're in your underwear and pressing up against your heat.

He slides his middle finger between your folds, moving his fingertip up and down as if he's memorizing the feeling of you, mapping you out. He feels how wet you are, prodding his fingertip against your entrance just enough to test you but not sliding it in just yet.

"You a virgin?" He suddenly asks, his voice almost accusatory. The question makes your face light up red, as if you'd been caught stealing something.

"Well, one time, with a boy..." You begin, but he dismisses it.

"Alright, alright..." He nods, shrugging it off. "Well, I ain't no boy. I'm a man. Sex ain't somethin' I take. It's supposed to be mutual."

Your eyes remain wide but your worried expression starts to soften a little bit, your shoulders relaxing.

"If anything, a sweet little girl like you should be the one gainin' and receivin'."

Your jaw falls open ever so slightly, your lips parted in a look of what seems to be flattered but also confused, as if your eyes had just been opened to a whole new world. You realize you're staring him down after a moment, closing your mouth and swallowing nervously. You take a second to search his eyes for any hint of hesitation or doubt, but you find none.

"You just lay back, sweetheart." His voice is suddenly warmer, almost nurturing. You take his advice with shaking hands, letting yourself lean back a bit as his fingertip starts to gently and gradually nudge against your entrance now. You brace yourself, letting your eyes close for a moment as he slips his finger into you. He curls his finger up inside of you, finding your g-spot and rubbing against it mercifully.

"That feel good?" He breathes out, smirking down at you. He knows it does, but you give him a nod anyway so he can get the satisfaction he was fishing for. He stares down at you with a charmed look, watching you come undone beneath him, completely at his mercy. He favors the way you squirm, especially knowing that he's the reason you can't hold still.

He starts to pump his finger into you a little faster, checking your face for any signs of discomfort. When he sees none, he pulls his finger out just to add another one.

You start to really feel it now, his thick fingers stretching you out and touching that sweet spot inside of you so efficiently that it's almost too much. Your occasional whines and moans turn into a long string of pants and whimpers, your nails digging into his shoulder as you instinctively hold onto him for support. You don't even want to open your eyes because the sight of his huge, broad frame hovering over you might make you unravel way too soon.

You start to pant, chanting his name out in soft and loving moans. His fingers that you guessed were previously gripping ropes and pressing down on triggers are now delicately drenched in your slick and arousal. Arthur secretly admires how soaked you get with him.

"Gonna cum on my fingers, sweetheart?" He prompts you, his words just encouragements disguised as questions. His digits are pushing and curling inside you at a much more rapid pace now, persistent to push you to the very edge. You can't bring yourself to give him an explicit verbal answer, just letting the build up of your moans and your increasing volume speak for you.

He chases your climax by pressing his fingertips up against your sweet spot torturously, stimulating it until he starts to feel liquid drip down his palms, and then his wrists. He gradually slows down as you let yourself collapse against the floor, breathing heavily and trying to recover from your overwhelming orgasm.

"Jesus..." He grumbles to himself, dragging his fingers out of you and looking at his hand, which is completely soaked now. You almost start to feel a little guilty before he unexpectedly licks the drops of your arousal off of his wrist, his tongue trailing all the way up to his fingertips like he had just finished a fucking meal.

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what i think charles smith would be like in bed (f!reader)

you don’t have to do anything when it comes to him. he just wants to make you a whining mess.

not particularly rough, but he’ll definitely overstimulate you.

he’s really turned by how much bigger he is than you, and he’s aware that you’re into it too.

he ties his hair back every time. if he gets too into it, his ponytail will get a little messed up and a few strands of hair will fall into his face.

he’s sooo good at dirty talk. he loves to tease.

“so full of cock, aren’t you, hm?” he’ll say while he’s got you pinned down in a position that makes him feel big

“aw, you gonna cry?” he’ll say mockingly as he’s overstimulating you to the point where you can’t speak

“oh, is that the spot, darlin’? that feel good?” he’ll say with a knowing grin.

“nobody can make you cum like i can, huh?”

his fav positions are olympus and fall

he’ll let you bite down on his shoulder or his fingers to muffle your moans while you try to take every inch of him.

he hates seeing you struggle, but if he knows you want it he’s flattered that you’ll let him give it to you.

he loves to press down on your lower stomach to feel where he is as he’s thrusting deep into you.

he likes knowing he’s doing things right.

he doesn’t finger you just by pumping his fingers in and out. he curls them upward, pressing his fingertips right against your g spot, usually making you cum before he even takes his pants off.

quickies aren’t a thing with him. he takes his time and makes sure you savor every step of it.

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self indulgent john x charles moodboard

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Thinking of writing some Kieran Duffy smut bc my femdom side has been possessing me more and more recently

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Rdr2 men are so incredibly sexy I wanna be passed around by all the men in that camp

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I think he has a crazy obsessive breeding kink. (Probably not practical in the setting of RDR2 but let me indulge in my stupid fantasies.) He lovesss taking ownership and reminding you that nobody else can fuck you like he can. He’s also obsessed with the size difference between the two of you. Oh I’m losing it

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charles looveesss saying “my wife.”

“my wife wears her hair like that.” he would say in conversations, mind filled with braids and updos and messy locks fluffed with morning.

“my wife wants me back. i’ll be seeing you.” he would say to his friends when the sun grew heavy and ripe with evening. he would climb upon his saddle with thoughts of your sweet face in the back of his mind.

“it’s my wife’s birthday.” he would say after buying a particularly charming locket from a stand in saint denis. he would slip a photo of himself inside, stoic and feather tied into his hair. the small smile that threatened the usually stern shape of his mouth was as unique to you as the sound of your laugh. there was little to nothing that could bring that out of him.

“get your filthy hands off of my wife.” he would snarl in the candlelight of a saloon when a particularly repulsive and bold man got too friendly. a large hand, finger tips calloused from their constant kiss on a bowstring, would pull him back with bear-like strength. that same hand would become unnervingly gentle when it came to your waist minutes later.

“oh how you dread being my wife.” he would mumble against your smiling lips in the darkness of your shared tent. you both were wound together like twine, sweat soaked and perfumed from the love that you shared for the third time that night. “how horrible i treat you.” he mumbled with a humor saved for you. you’d laugh gently against his mouth and run your hands over his strong shoulders and back.

charles loves saying ‘my wife’ after so many years of doubts and fear. he loves calling you by the name he had begged you to take.

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I just know he’s got the girthiest, thickest, prettiest cock you’ve ever seen in your LIFE it’s like he’s built to make ppl scream his name

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Thanks Gabri I’m touching myself to this tn

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Top 10 hottest things a man can say:

10. “Come here”

9. “You wanna try that again?”

8. “Behave”

7. “Watch your mouth”

6. “Be quiet”

5. “Sweet girl”

4. “Don’t tell your daddy about this”

3. “You’re too young for me”

2. “You’re gonna get me into trouble”

1. “Ain’t I old enough to be your daddy?”

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During my ovulation week??

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coffee morning with joel miller *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

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Need to be his little girl so bad

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Thank you for 100 followers btw That’s so crazy I love all you mentally unwell people

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Joel Miller as your dad (hcs)

sfw!! Not a kink! These are girldad hcs specifically 💕

> type of dad to say “you’re not dating til you’re 30” or something. There are no boys allowed in your room EVER

> he lovesss cooking for the people he loves and would be deeply hurt if you said you didn’t like anything he makes for you (he’s insanely talented with a grill btw)

> asks if you want to sit in one of those shopping cart seat things for babies every time you go to the store with him no matter how old u get and he thinks it’s hilarious

> he gets so sad whenever you’re sick because he feels so bad for you. He can’t stand seeing his baby in a state like that. He’ll sit by your bed and check your temperature every 20 minutes and kiss the back of your hand while he stares at you with those big puppy eyes

> not fond of you wearing revealing clothing. He’d probably be a little out of touch considering he’s old and was raised in Texas. He’ll be like “put some goddamn clothes on” when you’re just wearing a crop top 💔

> he will never ever say no to a cuddle session. He loves holding you and being able to provide you with a sense of security. He also hates the idea of you growing up, so keeping you in his arms comforts him since he used to do it so much when you were little

> if he comes home exhausted and you’re still awake, he’ll crawl into your bed right beside you and keep his arms wrapped around you for an hour or two

> he has something corny like “babygirl” or “princess” as your contact name in his phone (if he can even figure out how to edit contact info)

> he secretly loves when you show interest in the stuff he likes. He’ll ramble about his favorite movies to you all the time and he loves being able to teach you things that he knows how to do. Shooting, hunting, cooking, woodworking, mechanics, etc etc etc

> he takes so much pride in the things you make for him or buy for him. Get him a new shirt and it’s immediately his new favorite thing to wear. Make him a bracelet and he’ll never take it off

> every time someone asks Joel how you’re doing or brings you up in conversation he takes it as a chance to brag about you

> will always believe you’re the most beautiful girl in the world no matter what. He gives you a stern look every time you say anything negative about your appearance, or about yourself in general. If you’re really upset about it he’ll hold you in his lap and whisper reassuring things to you while he plays with your hair

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The idea of Joel being your mom’s new boyfriend who calls you his little girl all the time and is a great father figure while simultaneously being secretly infatuated w you and sneaking into your bedroom to fuck you whenever he can get away with it …. He’ll have you pinned down to your bed with your legs over your head while he’s telling you to be quiet