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need to pinch his cheeks stat!

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need to write for a kyle gallner character NOW

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Kyle Gallner Masterlist:

Make you Smile: Joel x Reader

• Prologue

• Chapter 1

• Chapter 2

• Chapter 3

Bleeding Hearts: Vince Schneider x Reader

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5

• Part 6

• Part 7

• Part 8

• Part 9 - Final

The Outsider: Hasil Farrell x Reader

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5

• Part 6

• Part 7 - Final

What I Want: Quentin Smith x OC

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3 - Final

Mouse Trap: Benson (The Passenger) x Reader

• Part 1

• Part 2

• Part 3

• Part 4

• Part 5

• Part 6 - Final

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may all your favorite fanfic writers never lose their hyperfixation and love for your blorbos so they keep writing fanfics about your blorbos forever

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most lethal face card in all of RE

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played re6 with my pardna for valentine's day and now i have re6 leon brainworms

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I stay neglecting RE6 Leon

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Somethin’ Stupid

Arthur x fem! Reader Modern AU

Title inspired on Somethin’ Stupid by Frank Sinatra (ft. Nancy Sinatra)

All characters are of legal age and consenting adults. I do not give anyone permission to translate, copy or plagiarize my works.

🫒: I may turn this into a series, but only if you guys would like that heh. And as always, FUCK AI.

Warnings: Implied age gap. Reader’s a little thirsty but ain’t we all?

Word count: 3157 words

Arthur’d had enough of romance in his life. He’s in his late thirties and love? It’s been a far cry from what he's been seeing in movies and books he’s read. Besides, he’s busy, he may not be the boss of the Van Der Linde Construction Co. But he is the one doing the real work of it. A man with such a limited amount of personal time cannot afford to spend it on someone else. He’s tried, sure, but… things ain’t worked in his favour. Eliza leaving him after Isaac died, Mary’s family thought he was too rough for her (not that you knew those stories), and he couldn’t blame them, he was hardly perfect. And to be honest, he was tired.

You could see it in his eyes, he was resigned to being alone. But you just couldn’t have that. He’d just been dealt a bad hand but you were sure that you could show him that he was not only capable of loving, but also deserving of love. If only he’d give you a chance…

You’d recently been hired at the Van Der Linde Construction Co. as a secretary. It was a good job, the hours weren’t grueling, the work environment was mostly very amenable, your work mates were nice and the other secretaries were friendly. You’d quickly formed a bond with the other girls, mostly Karen, Tilly and Mary-Beth, always joking and spending all lunch breaks with them. Your friendship with Abigail was more like a sisterly affair, you ask for advice, she gives it to you, sometimes you fuck up, she chastises you for it but she supports you for it and sometimes you babysit her kid. Molly… that was kind of difficult, she was a little… stuck up. Since she had been promoted to Mr. Van Der Linde’s secretary, she felt so above everyone. And there were rumors, of course there were, she spends all this time with him, you weren’t sure if it was misogyny or facts, you don’t wanna guess or pry so you stay off it… you just kinda wish she had friends. But anyway, not your place to say anything.

The men in the company were mostly nice, even friendly… others not so much. But once you learn to ignore Micah’s terrible flirting (borderline harassment), and Bill’s mean comments (which you all know is just frustration over being shoved in the closet), everything is smooth as butter.

There’s just one thing that you can’t get over… your humongous crush on Mr. Morgan, the main constructor of the company, he draws plans, you heard someone say he’s been doing this for almost twenty years since he dropped out of high school, but you’re not certain. The thing is, he’s always at work, with his trusty, beat up Toyota tacoma, blue and dusty, always ready to get his hands dirty… you always thought it was rather unfair, you’d hope he’d have more important role in the company by now… but such is capitalism, i guess.

But that’s the thing, all Arthur has, is the company, (you definitely didn’t gossip about in the girls group chat all night one tuesday) all the workers are like family to him, even you, in a way, even if you haven’t earned his trust yet. He is kind, he helps if you ask, and even then he is lonely. God, it’s so unfair.

You’ve seen him, when you visit the sites to drop off some documents, when you’ve caught him on break. There he sits by himself, drawing or reading while he eats a sandwich (is that even enough for such a man? You ask yourself with a clenched heart) and we’re not even gonna talk about the time you got to the site and he was working in the sun… Oh God, those arms… but back to what matters.

You’d started getting close to him, sometimes sitting with him while he eats, trying to make conversation, which he reciprocated, that made your dumb little heart flutter. The girls teased you a lot about it, not really giving you hopes, but supporting you anyway, because that’s what friends are there for… it had come to a point where you kind of follow Arthur around while he’s at the company head quarters, and he doesn’t really mind, the issue is… he doesn’t really let you get closer, all your shy little flirting is met with a smile and a look in his eyes that says “you don’t wanna go there” but you do, God, you really do.

It starts one morning in which Arthur has no construction scheduled, he just goes to hq to turn in some documents and hang out, and you see him, sitting on your desk, so casual, jeans and a flannel, a few days’ beard there, chestnut that shines golden in the sun, hair a little longer than he likes it, but he looks dreamy, you think. You almost scramble to greet him, approaching shyly. You’ve made sure to look pretty, you do your hair, you wear that pretty blouse that makes you feel hot, you do your make up and even put on gloss, hoping he’ll look at your lips.

— Hey Arthur.— You say trying not to sound eager.

— Hey, doll.— He says smiling. Usually men that call you ‘Doll’ make you cringe, but the way he says it… it’s just different y’know?

— Did you bring lunch?— You ask him as casually as your somersaulting heart will allow you to.

— Not really, doll. I was not really planning on having lunch here.— He says and that kinda deflates you a little, but you persist.

— Oh you planning on going somewhere else?— You ask, you notice his pace has slowed so you can keep up with him, which you’re thankful for because, whew, his strides are LONG.

— Not really, i’m just planning on eating at home.— By himself… so you offer.

— I may have brought too much food, if- if you want some we could share.— He comes to a halt outside of Mr. Matthews’ office.

— Yeah? Depends, what are we having?— He asks with that smile that makes a slow and thick heat pool on your belly.

— I-i made vietnamese rolls… they have some uh, cucumber… ginger… lettuce, carrot… shrimps… y’know. And also I have some soy sauce…— you explain. He quirks a brow and then smiles.

— I’ll pass, I think.— He says —I have a pretty basic palate— he shrugs.

— Oh… alright.— You say stopping a sigh from escaping you.

— But I'll sit with you if you still want the company.— He finishes scratching his beard. And you smile, to you, the sun just came out.

— Cool, yeah, thanks. I mean, I’ll be at my desk when- whenever you wanna come.— You say with a tiny smile.

Now, to him, it is kinda obvious what you’re after, you’re not exactly subtle, and if Arthur’s being honest, he feels flattered to have a beautiful woman like you so clearly smitten with him, but he just… is not up for it. He knows (thinks) you deserve a younger man, one that isn’t so emotionally damaged, one that is able to keep up with you, one that’s not marred by the scars of his past, a man capable of loving. But he humors you sometimes, sits with you, even if he could just leave. He just kinda feels bad for you, not because he doesn’t like you, but because you seem to have fallen in love with the wrong man.

After he’s turned in the documents, he goes to sit at your desk where you’re typing into your computer.

— Working hard? Or hardly working?— He asks, he watches as you perk up.

— Hi, how did it go?— You ask, like you don’t know what else to ask as you work.

— I just turned in some plans, doll, it just went.— He chuckles. — So, you made those vietnamese rolls, you gonna eat now?—

You stop typing and rach for the bag you keep hanging with your purse by your desk, inside is a pretty container, big, and beside it, a smaller one full of a dark liquid he assumes to be soy sauce. As you open the container, there are, six, full, clear vietnamese rolls, each one masterfully made, and his heart wins over, you seem to have put so much effort into these little darnt things… so he sighs

— damn doll… you weren’t kidding, you did make a lot. Can i grab one?— He watches as your cheeks go a little rosy, it’s satisfying to him, but he does scold himself, he shouldn’t give you hope… but also he does like you. Sometimes he is just tempted to say fuck it and ask you out, but he really doesn’t want to hurt you when inevitably he’s imperfect. You offer him the container, he grabs one, awkwardly dunks it in the soy and bites into it. —Damn, you are onto something with these.— He says with a mouthful. You just feel your heart swell. He liked your cooking. And such are your days when you get to see him.

That weekend Hosea’s turning 52, so there’s a party, everyone in the office is invited, and you take it as the opportunity it is. Your nicest dress, a nice hairstyle, hell you even shave in the remote case something at all happens. Your make up is simple, but still nice, definitely not done hastily in your car in the parking lot. At the party you find you’re one of the last to arrive, and it is strange to see everyone look so… unprofessional, this being your first time in a Van Der Linde reunion. So you spot the girls, Karen already tipsy, Tilly taking care of Karen, and Mary Beth talking with a sheepish looking Kieran. You join Tilly in her attempt to sober Karen up a little. That is until she spots Sean, then she’s outta your hands. What you don’t know is that, from the bar, a pair of blue eyes follow you, curious, and why not, a little smitten. Arthur sips his beer after sighing and continues watching you with those soft eyes… God, you look beautiful. The way you giggle with Tilly, that shine in your eyes as you girls gossip… if only he wasn’t so broken.

— You’re gonna stare a hole through her, my boy.— comes like a bucket of iced water along with a hand on his shoulder, Hosea.— Why don’t you dance with her.

— I don’t know how to dance.— His excuse is flimsy at best, but he hopes it works.

— Son, you see Sean and Karen? Think they let their two left feet stop them— he quirks a brow with a smirk.

— I am not drunk enough.— Arthur shrugs and that seems to be enough.

— well drink up my boy, i gotta go distract Dutch from giving anymore speeches, he’s been drinking.— he says chuckling and leaves Arthur by himself again, beer watching as Tilly and you sip some colorful drinks, surely made by Karen, the sugar hides the astounding amount of alcohol.

And he wasn’t wrong, it is not very dark out before Tilly and you are giggling and hugging each other, he goes to get another beer, and when he turns around, he spots you, no longer with Tilly but with Javier, he’s a flirt and closer to your age. Arthur hopes you like him because he clearly likes you… but even as he hopes what he deems as best for you… his stomach twists with jealousy, and that makes it all so hard. Arthur feels… well, rotten, he wishes his hope for what’s best for you were sincere… though in his heart of hearts, he just doesn’t.

But here’s the thing… If Arthur were nearby, he’d know that no, you’re not really interested in Javier, and his flirting is not really something you welcome, too polite to cut him off, and him too drunk to notice your uncomfortable expression. That’s when it happens, and Arthur tries not to think that maybe you had felt his stare, or maybe you were looking to him for safety, the idea was very quiet but it was there and it was right, you turn to where you know he is, you cut Javier off and rush to him. A little bit tipsy still, though that encounter had sobered you quite a bit.

— Hi, you don’t dance?— you ask him, standing a little close, not that he minds much.

— Not really, doll. I’d just embarrass myself— he takes a swig of his beer— But it seems like you left an eager partner on the floor— he finishes.

— Who? Javi?– you shrug— I mean he’s nice, and all, but he isn’t my type.— you say looking at him with those pretty eyes of yours, how he loves your eyes.

— Sometimes you gotta get out of your comfort zone, doll— Arthur smiles, and it’s almost sad.

— With food, travelling. But you cannot make your heart want someone.— you retort instantly, passionately— or make it stop wanting someone…— you finish and Arthur wants two things, kiss the breath out of those pretty lungs, and cry, because very very deep down he knows you’re right. But he is scared, he doesn’t want you to be disappointed, and he doesn’t want the heartache of that.

— Oh to be young and naive— he says dismissively.

That night, Arthur is less than tipsy, and you’re not, and he really can’t say no to those puppy eyes you give him as you ask him to take you home. And so he does, and as he looks behind, he sees a very cheerful looking Hosea with a hand on Bessie’s waist, who talks with a hammered looking Dutch. In his truck you sit, looking small in the passenger seat.

— Ain’t you cold?— Arthur asks you.

— I didn’t bring a jacket…— you say softly, a little sheepish.

— I didn’t ask you if you had one— He chuckles, taking his own shearling coat off— here.— he grunts as he drapes it over your shoulders, that leaves you blushing, on the outside you look sleepy, blushy, but on the inside, it’s a party, the butterflies in your tummy could make you giggle if you were a little drunker, your heart skips a beat and there’s that slow, molten honey on your lower stomach, the wetness between your legs that you refuse to acknowledge, all while Arthur drives down the foresty roads of Blackwater.

—You live on Pine road, don’t you– Arthur cuts your thoughts off.

— Mhh no. Birch lane.– you say and he takes a turn.— almost by the end of the street.

— So your backyard’s the forest, eh?—

— Yeah… this is my dream home, to be honest.— you sigh, relaxing on your seat.— It’s really old.

— I know. It has been there since I was a kid.— Arthur chuckles— Nobody had bought it till now, and I'm willing to bet it was a bargain.

— It was. It really surprised me.— you shrug— I mean it had a lot of things i had to fix, i called a plumber and electrician… a lot of work, but it really is worth it.

— I bet…— he says as he parks outside your house.— Are you gonna be fine on your own?— he swears, it’s just out of politeness... But is it?

— I’m not that drunk Arthur…— you say, ashamed of your state— I’ll be fine. Just gonna be a little dead in the morning.— you laugh nervously, though it stops when you notice him looking at you, it’s rather intense even. You can feel yourself sober up as you stare back, and after a few seconds of silence you ask— Do… Do I have something on my face?— you ask, starting to panic a little.

— Your eyes. You have really pretty eyes, doll.— he says, sounding tired, almost defeated, and the feeling is not quite what you expected, you’ve fantasized with this moment all these months, and now? you don’t know what to do. Your mouth opens before you can stop it.

— You too…— your words are rushed and he chuckles, flattered.

— Why do you have to be this sweet, doll?— he sighs, one of his hands comes to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear— can’t you see I'm not good for you? You’re young and beautiful, and you have your whole life ahead of you…— he says, frustrated at how natural his hand feels lingering by your cheek, at how soft your skin is and how he longs to map it all with his lips. But his lips are chapped and he is broken, he’s not what you should want.

— Maybe we all want things that aren’t really good for us… but… i don’t think you’d be bad for me, Arthur, you’re a good man.— you really don’t mean the way in which you lean on his hand, or the puppy eyes you give him. It all makes him groan, because how the hell is he supposed to say no to you? Did you just say the moon’s made of cheese and the sun out of butter? Sure, my darling it really is.

— And what will you do when you see I'm not the perfect man you deserve?— Arthur asks, in a whisper, almost like he is afraid of what that question entails.

— Love you anyway.— you say, sure of your answer, not a stutter and it sends him spiralling— because love is not perfect. But your flaws build the man you are Arthur…—

He’s really had enough of this. He grabs your face, cupping it as if he was grabbing the finest, most delicate china and kisses you, not the lips, but the corner of them.

— I… I am sorry, sweetheart… I… I don’t know what came over me.— he says resting his forehead on yours. He felt just a little, but oh how soft your lips are.

— Can I.. Can I kiss you Arthur?— and so he does, he kisses you, and it is soft and tender, there’ll be a time for passion, right now, you decide, all you want and all he needs is the tenderness. After a few kisses, you pull away, you grin at him.

— You need some chapstick. Here.— he watches as you pull it from your purse, a small yellow tube— it tastes like lemon, use it.— you giggle. You plant another kiss on his lips, which are now a little agape.— Good night, mr. Morgan.— You say as you get out of the truck, walking to your door, though before you disappear behind that door, you wave at him. He waves back and watches as you go in. He stays there for a good five minutes before he drives off. Maybe he is ready to open his heart again… because there is someone that doesn't really mind that he’s imperfect.

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Seraphic

Summary: You are Arthur's angel. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female!reader Word count: 2,222 Tags: smut, high honor Arthur Warnings: 18+ MDNI

a/n: Whew 😅 I'm a little nervous to post this one. 🫣 Been sitting on it for a while (no pun intended) I've read and reread it a million times, and I'm ready to share. Also, we're pretending like Arthur's tent actually closes. Anyway thanks for reading!

Seraphic: something angelic or celestial in nature, often suggesting purity, beauty, or holiness.

By 1 a.m., the sounds of camp had reduced to the songs of crickets and the crackle of the fire. While everybody else slept, you waited up for Arthur, reading a book under lantern light in his tent. He arrived eventually, keeping his greeting short and joining you on his cot with slouched shoulders, seemingly exhausted. When he took his hat off, the grimace on his face became all the more apparent. His expression and tense body language told you all you needed to know; whatever happened out there wasn't good.

You handed him a match and a cigarette from his nightstand, and he thanked you with a nod. Using the heel of his boot, he struck the match and lit the cigarette, holding it with his thumb and index fingers. Flickering lantern light and the burning ember tip illuminated his bruised knuckles.

"Should I ask?" You traced a gentle finger over the bruises, and he shook his head.

"Best not," he replied, exhaling a ribbon of smoke.

"Well, I'm glad you're still in one piece," you said, looking him over. His shirt had seen cleaner, less wrinkled days, and sweat plastered his hair to his forehead. "Well, mostly in one piece."

He let out a gust of air, a failed attempt at a laugh, before pinching the bridge of his nose and groaning.

"Headache?" you asked, and he confirmed. The discomfort came with the life he lived. Loud gunfire, the rush of adrenaline, and focusing on his shots all combined to leave him in pain afterward. You exited the tent momentarily and returned with a bowl of warm water, a cloth, and a bottle of miracle tonic.

"Here—for your head." He took the medicine and snuffed his cigarette. Rejoining him, you sat on the cot and dabbed his face with the wet cloth, wiping away dirt and sweat. A soft kiss on his temple prompted him to lean into you, the tension finally dissipating. You wrapped your arms around his big frame and held him close. Obviously, he was your safe space, but oh—were you his. Eyes shut, he rested his head on your bosom.

Arthur found comfort in his typical role as protector and provider. But in these moments, when roles faded, he could feel the weight of the world lifted off his shoulders—a crushing weight he didn't even realize he was carrying. Being with you like this made him wonder if heaven was real because you were godsent.

To Arthur's dismay, you unraveled yourself from him to tie the tent flap closed, sealing the two of you away in the dark. Walking between his legs, you untied his neckerchief and dusted his soiled shirt.

"—Needs a wash. Your blood or someone else's?" you questioned, fingers undoing the top button.

"Not mine," he answered. Peeling the shirt off and tossing it aside, you studied him for a second time tonight. He'd seemed more relaxed than when he arrived, but his brow stayed brooding. Still positioned with his legs on either side of you, you caressed his face, one of your thumbs stroking the hairless scar on his chin.

"What else can I do?"

"You done enough; I'm fine." He gave your hand on his face a reassuring squeeze.

Leaning forward, you kissed him tenderly. His arms wrapped around your waist, drawing you nearer until your foreheads touched. You spoke low against his mouth, a playful grin forming on yours.

"You gotta stop getting yourself into so much trouble, Arthur Morgan."

Your demand was met with a chuckle, and he replied, "I'll do my best, darlin'." You peppered his lips with loving, tender kisses, making him smile against them and squeeze you tighter in a hug. You would do just about anything to see that man smile at you the way he did, all soft and endearing.

Your kisses subsided, but Arthur's affectionate gaze stayed fixed on you. The slight smile on his face had straightened, his expression mirroring the intensity of the one he wore when he first confessed his love for you.

"Got that look on your face," you told him, and he just blinked slowly, awestruck. Though he often swore he was a man of few words, he could fill volumes with his devotion for you. You loved it when he got like that, entranced and overwhelmed with love.

The way he watched you set a fire within you that warmed the most intimate parts of your being. He was surprised when you let yourself fall heavily into him, trying to get as close as possible. Maybe he was going to say something or make a noise, but he didn't have the time before your mouth was on his again, your tongue pushing through his lips to tangle with his. You only pulled away when you needed to breathe.

Instead of pressing your lips to his once more, you dropped to your knees in front of him. Eyes widening, he tried to bring you back up to your feet, shaking his head, once again astounded by you.

"Sweetheart—"

Still on your knees, you patted his cheek and looked up at him with doe eyes. "Shhh, let me take care of you, Arthur." His hand found yours on his face, and he turned to kiss it, nodding placidly. Both of you managed to keep your volume low as you helped him strip down to his union suit. You began working at the buttons of his neckline, doing more ripping than unbuttoning, shoving the fabric down his shoulders.

As more clothing fell away, you trailed sweet kisses down his abdomen. At the same time, his hands roamed wherever they could. The rough pads of his fingers lightly tracing your skin mirrored a faint electric charge. Despite being a brute of an outlaw, he was overly careful with his hands when it came to you; your body was fine china and deserved to be treated as such. Goosebumps formed in a wake left by his touch.

As you kissed down the trail of hair under his belly button, his rapid breathing hitched, and the bulge between his legs strained against the flannel fabric, begging to be unleashed. You tried to find his eyes as you groped him through the underwear, but his head was tipped back, his mouth agape.

"Look at me." You whispered, and he snapped to attention like a soldier following commands. Eyes locked on his, you unclasped the last button, and his length sprung free, the pink head of his cock primed with anticipation. A teasing laugh crept up within you as you trailed soft kisses from the base of his shaft and left one long lingering peck on the tip. The loud, rhythmic thumping of his heart was music to your ears. Not wanting to keep him waiting any longer, you took his entire length in your mouth, bobbing your head up and down, taking him deeper until your nose touched the curly hairs at the base.

Then he couldn't hold it in anymore; a deep, guttural groan escaped him.

Your mouth was the warmest, most intoxicating blanket he'd ever been wrapped in, and he never wanted to leave. He gaped at you, seeing your mouth full of him, his pupils dilated with pure lust. The blunt tip of his cock pressed to the back of your throat, making it constrict around him. His whole body shuddered.

"Look whatchu' do to me, woman," he rattled, tangling his hands in your hair. Despite his eagerness, you withdrew from his aching sex, a string of saliva joining your lips to him. Something reminiscent of a whine exited him when you stepped away, but his open mouth fell shut at the sight of your bloomers slipping down your legs. You kissed him, savoring the salty, bitter taste of his arousal mixed with the tobacco and herbs of his mouth.

"Lay back," you murmured in his ear. Obeying your command once again, he let out a grunt as he felt your weight on top of him. You straddled him, and he held you up, his fingers digging firmly into your sides. Bending at the waist, you kissed longingly, your hips undulating against his. He pulled your nightgown up around your midriff, one of his hands gripping the flesh of your ass while the other one went between your legs. His index finger sank painstakingly into your weeping cunt, then brushed over your clit, making you shiver. He raised himself on his elbows, reaching for the hem of your sleep dress.

"Take this off; let me see you." You raised your arms and let him yank the garment away, leaving you completely exposed on top of him. "Beautiful," he breathed, using the back of his hand to graze your skin. Breathy sighs escaped you as he traced delicate circles around your nipples. His eyes bored into you, absorbing every detail like you were the most captivating thing that ever lived. Hyperfocused on your body, he fondled your breasts before gliding his hands down your torso, ogling, taking all of you in.

Freezing, his stare intensified as you massaged the tip of his cock up and down your glistening slit. Touching his lips to yours, you pushed him into your wet folds. Neither of you could contain the sounds building with you. He split you open, stretching you, making room for him, filling you. You held yourself up with your hands braced on his chest, but you went weak as he bottomed out within you, brushing against that deep, tender spot. You would've fallen if he wasn't there to hold you up, a thought mirroring one he had about you so often.

"I got you," he whispered into your ear. It took every ounce of restraint he had not to snap his hips up into you, the warm embrace of your center clearing his mind and driving him mad all the same. Finally, you started to ride, surging and sinking into him. He was a simple, agnostic man, but being with you like this made him believe in all the theocracy of angels, soulmates, and divine intervention. This was his bliss. This was his heaven, and you were his seraph. He'd go through hell every day if it meant coming home to this—to you. Hypnotized in the rhythm of you, a new thought crossed his mind every time you bounced.

Up.

She's so goddamn beautiful.

Down.

So perfect.

Up.

My girl.

Down.

My girl, my girl, my girl, my girl.

Up.

My angel.

Down.

I love her so much.

Up.

So wet.

Down

So warm.

Up.

So danm tight.

Down.

Shit.

And before you could come back up again, he squeezed his eyes shut, halting your hips with all the strength he could muster, fighting the damn-near irresistible urge to cum inside of you. Sweat had built up on his brow, and his stomach rose and fell quickly with each panting breath. You folded to kiss him, your hard nipples grazing against his chest.

"It's okay," you whispered, patting his face and grinding antagonizingly slow against him. You wanted him—needed him— to come undone for you. With that goal in mind, you picked up the pace and rolled your hips relentlessly, moaning your every thought into his ear.

"You feel so good inside of me."

"I need you."

"I love you."

Your climax was building fast, and you reached to give relief to that sensitive bundle of nerves atop your center. Arthur pushed your hand away swiftly, replacing it with his own. Always a giver, he'd do anything to feel useful while you were treating him like royalty.

While one hand worked your clit, his other gripped the meat of your hip, rocking you in time with his upward thrusts. His head tipped and hit the pillow, and you could feel his thighs tensing and shaking beneath you. Lips parted, he stared up at you. You felt him twitch inside you, and his brow finally relaxed.

That did it for you.

You were wordless as your orgasm ripped through you, your head swirling, and your veins on fire. Arthur's guiding hand on your hip didn't stop, and he fucked you through your climax. Hugging your body close and nuzzling his face into your neck, he growled as he painted your inner core with his own release. You stayed like that, glued to each other as you came down from your highs.

"You're too good for me," he finally said. You clasped a hand into his, kissing the long-forgotten bruises on his knuckles.

"Shut up." You responded, and he didn't say another self-deprecating word. It was the least he could do.

You cleaned up and redressed, nestling into the small, one-man cot. Finally settled for the night, you resorted to your regular bedtime positions: your head on his chest, his arms wrapped securely around you, your legs tangled in one another's.

He rose before you in the morning, perching himself on the cot's edge while you slept behind him. He wrote in his journal, his thumb leaving a smudge on the page:

"For a long time, I believed I could not live a bad life and expect good things to happen to me. Yet somehow, this woman of pure goodness entered my life, and it is clear now that I have been a fool."

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Me searching for fanfics after watching a series/film/videogame/reading a book and becoming obsessed with that character:

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❧shades of cool──☆*:・ﾟ

summary: at the mayors house, dutch sends arthur to scope out the party for any leads for the gang. however, he found himself hypnotized by you. the deputy mayor’s daughter.

warnings: smut, age difference, soft sex, virginity loss, praise kink, soft dom!arthur, sub!reader.

word count: 12,2k

“Go find the mayor if you can, and stay out of trouble. And steal nothing… unless it’s information.” Said Dutch to Arthur. He then turned to Hosea and Bill, sending them off as well. Arthur did as he was told, spoke to some folk and gathered information. Then, he saw you. Arthur found himself completely focused on you. You were kind enough to start the conversation, speaking to him as if you knew the man. Everything about you was different than any other person in this damn party. You were so delicate and sweet, your voice almost hypnotized him.

“I am sorry, Sir. Did I ware you out with my conversation?” You said, making Arthur snap out of his staring. He lightly coughed, hiding his embarrassment. “No, not at all. You’re fine, Miss.” He averted his eyes towards the ground, cursing himself for becoming so distracted. Why was he so affected by this one woman? He was supposed to find the mayor, and yet he here was… unable to pull away from you. Your eyes were fascinating, your lips red like wine and your hair soft as silk.

“Well, you look distracted Mister.” You spoke, letting out a small giggle. You felt awkward, feeling as you were forcing him to speak to you. “Is there someone else you’d prefer being with right now, Mister? Am I holding you?” You asked, your voice soft and calm. You had a small smile on your face, with every move you made Arthur found himself completely under your spell. You were so polite, and you had such a gentle aura to you that fascinated him. “No. Not at all, Miss.” Arthur shook his head, letting out a breathy laugh. “Alright then.” You spoke, as you and Arthur continued to walk around the mayors house.

You looked up at various paintings, and plants that surrounded the house. “Have you ever been to the mayor’s house before?” You asked, turning your head slightly to glance at him. “No, this is my first time here.” Arthur’s eyes would often roam back to you as he answered your questions. “What about you, Miss? You come here often?” He asked, turning to look at the paintings as if he is interested in them.

“Well… I cannot say that I come here often. You see, my father does. He and the mayor are quite close.” You informed, to which Arthur’s ears perked up. He began to think about who you are. Daughter of a wealthy man. After all, he was sent here to get some information. You sipped on your champagne as you continued to walk. “I’ve been invited to the mayor’s parties before, but only for the reason that my father is the deputy mayor.” He found himself nodding along as you explained the relationship between your father and the Mayor.

“What is your name, Mister?”

He snapped out of his thoughts as soon as you asked for his name. “Arthur. Arthur Morgan.” He said without thinking that he should have used his alias— Tacitus Kilgore. You smiled at him, holding out your hand. “Well, it is a pleasure to meet your Mr. Morgan.” You spoke, before introducing yourself to him. Arthur returned the smile and clasped your hand into his, raising it up so your knuckles were level with his lips before planting lightly kissing on them. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Miss.” He said.

“I must admit… you are a good company.” You said as you both walked outside, Arthur took one last glance around the party and settled his gaze back on you, his eyes almost locking onto you. He chuckled and nodded in agreement.“Yeah, I can’t say I get along that well with these types either. But you, on the other hand…” Arthur glanced at the others once again, as you both walked around the garden. “You ain’t like them.”

Your eyes softened at his words, giving him your gorgeous smile before thanking him. “Thank you, Mr. Morgan.” You said, grabbing another glass of champagne. He couldn’t help but admire you from where he stood. Everything about you was just perfect. “Arthur! There you are!” Arthur let out a gruff sigh as his name was called. “Ah, Dutch.” He said, turning around as the man approached. Dutch had a large grin plastered on his face as he finally reached the two of you. “Ah, there you are, son!” He heartily slapped Arthur’s back before redirecting his smile towards you. “And who is this beauty standing in front of me?”

You let out a giggle, holding out your hand as you introduced yourself. “Isn’t that a beautiful name?” Dutch practically coed, taking your hand into his own and planting a quick kiss on your knuckles.“Well, I suppose I should leave you gentlemen alone.” You smiled, at them. You locked eyes with Arthur, nodding at him. “Thank you for your company, Mr. Morgan. We shall cross paths again, soon.”

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It was a normal morning in Saint Denis, despite the unbearable heat. The gangs funds were low, and Dutch was putting more and more pressure on Arthur to go robbing. As Arthur wandered through the park, he couldn't help but notice a familiar face. You. He noticed you breaking off from the group of women who were probably gossiping about yet another townsfolk. He then realized that you are making your way over him. “Why, hello there Mr. Morgan.” You smiled, fanning yourself from the heat. Arthur smiled, tipping his hat. “Good to see you, Miss.” You quick eyed him up and down, noticing that his attire was completely different from when you last saw him. He almost looked like a cowboy.

“Would you care to walk with me?” You smiled, looking up at him. Arthur fell under your spell again, he could not understand what about you was so endearing that he couldn’t look away. You were incredibly attractive, no one could deny that. But, something about you, other than your beauty, seemed to charm him. “Sure, why not.” Arthur said, holding out his arm out to you. You wrapped your arm around his, as you both began to walk away from the park. “Well Mr. Morgan, I have been meaning to ask you…. what do you do for living?” You asked, slightly turning your head to look at him.

“What do I do?” He echoed, before sighing. He couldn’t exactly tell you about the gang, so he’d have to come up with a more indistinct answer. “Well, I do all sorts of things.” He said, trying to speak honestly and truthfully. “Ranching, odd jobs here and there, bounties sometimes…”

“Oh, you’re a bounty hunter! That explains your attire then.” You spoke, giving him your hypnotizing smile. Arthur chuckled, awkwardly nodding his head. His eyes fixed on you instead of on his usual surroundings. He was completely entranced with you. “What about you, Miss?” Spoke Arthur, as curiosity began to wash over him. “What do you do aside from gossiping with all those ladies you’re always with?” You sighed, looking at the street ahead of you as you both walked. You had an indecipherable expression on your face, which left Arthur feeling slightly puzzled. “Unfortunately Mr. Morgan… I do not do much.” You admitted, finally turning your head to glance at him. “I spend most of my time being home, or outside in the park. I either read, or help the kids in the neighborhood with reading.“

Arthur locked eyes with you, before clearing his throat and looking at the bar you passed by. “Is that what you want though?” He asked, his tone calm and serious. “You don’t strike me as the kind of girl who wants to sit home all day, and spend time with the ladies who you don’t even seem interested in.”

“Can I be honest with you, Sir?” Your voice softened as you spoke. “I would want to be a writer.” Arthur raised his eyebrows, more intrigued with you now. “A writer, is that right?” He said, his voice quiet as he listened to you being honest. “That’s a respectable job. Better than gossiping with those ladies, I’m sure.”

“Yes, that’s right.” You let out a giggle, which he chuckled at. Your smile was so captivating, Arthur couldn’t help but stare. “Unfortunately… those are just dreams Mr. Morgan. My father is a well respected man, he could not possibly have his only daughter working.”

“That’s bullshit.” He said gruffly, making you raise your eyebrow. Arthur breathed out an apology, realizing his tone. “You shouldn’t have to do something you don’t want to just to please your father.” He spoke in a calm tone, his words sincere. You couldn’t help but think about what he said, no one has ever told you that before. Your father was the only family you’ve ever known, with your mother passing too early.

“My father has granted me with a good life, Mr. Morgan. Not many people have that, and I’m grateful to have him with me.” You began to speak, as you both reached a big mansion. You stoped walking, and turned to Arthur. “Nonetheless… I cannot help but wish to escape. Even it’s for a short amount of time.” It was rather amusing to him. Here you were, a rich woman that could have anything she wanted, yet you longed for something more. Arthur thought about what you said, you really were different than others he met in Saint Denis. He even began to question if you’re real, and not a figment of his imagination. Before Arthur could say anything about your question you interrupted him.

“This is my home.” Arthur looked up at the mansion you gestured at, time really did fly by when he was with you. “It’s quite nice.” He chuckled, as you go of his arm. You smiled up at him again, batting your eyelashes at him. Arthur began to understand just how attached he was getting to you, and you were making an impact on him. This wasn’t good. “I hope we see each other soon, Mr. Morgan.” You let out a chuckle, as began to walk away. “You sure will.” He muttered, his eyes never leaving you as you waved goodbye.

He really, really hoped he’d see you again soon as well to quench the thirst that was growing in him. As he watched you walk towards your house, he found himself already longing for the next moment he’d see you.

Arthur Morgan was damned.

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It was late at night, and you were already in bed with a book in your hands. Your back was against the headboard, and your legs were tangled in the sheets. The air was clear, and quiet save for the occasional sound of the crickets outside. You let out a sigh, turning the page and continuing to read. Suddenly, a rock hit your window causing you to flinch.

“Damn kids…” You muttered, putting your book aside and getting up to make your way to the window. Opening the window, you leaned down to look at the neighborhood kids.

“Hey! Stop you— Mr. Morgan?!”

Arthur chuckled, tipping his hat at you. before taking it off and holding it close to his chest. “Hi.” He said, his voice quiet. He was glad you had heard the rock he had thrown, and not your father. He knew that if your father had caught him here, he’d be leaving with a bullet in his skull. “Oh Gosh.” You gasped, walking away from the window. Arthur could hear shuffling on your end. What was happening? He was beginning to grow worried that he’d made a mistake by coming here. “You alright?” Arthur asked, concerned by your reaction.

Your head peeked through the window, now wrapped in a blanket. “Yes.” You spoke, looking down at him. Arthur let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Good. You had me worried for a minute there. Is your father awake?” He asked, looking around to check for any lights on in the house.

You raised an eyebrow, not expecting that question. “No, he is usually asleep at this hour.” You spoke, wrapping your hands around the blanket that covered your body.

“Mister, If you don’t mind me asking… exactly what are you doing here?”

Arthur ran a hand through his hair, not really knowing how to articulate his thoughts. Did he just sound crazy for showing up at your window at night? “I just…” He began, the words getting tangled in his mouth. “Didn’t you tell me you wanted to leave sometimes?.” Arthur muttered, looking down at his hat. You looked puzzled, not expecting him to utter those words out. Arthur looked back up at you, waiting for you to say something. Instead, you stood there with the same bewildered expression on your face. “Well… you seemed quite annoyed at your life last week, and I, uh…” He paused, trying to find the right words. “Figured getting ya outta your house for a while would help.”

You looked back at your room, considering his offer. A man who you barely knew, asking you to get out of your house. Would it be foolish to trust him?

“Alright… just give me a moment.” You sighed, meeting eyes with Arthur before disappearing from his view. Arthur nodded, a smile tugging at his lips. He couldn’t believe that you were about to come outside. He put his hat back on, as he waited for you to climb out your window and meet him. After a short while, you came back dressed in one of your casual dresses. You didn’t bother putting your hair up, but Arthur couldn’t look away. “Alright, you’re gonna get out the window and drop down. I’ll catch you, don’t worry.” He instructed.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” You let out a groan, shaking your head. "It'll be alright." Arthur reassured you, watching as you began stepping out of the window. He stood underneath the window, ready to catch you if the need be.

You dropped into his arms, landing against his chest. Arthur felt his heart skip a beat as he could finally feel you in his arms. “You alright?” He asked, looking at you as he still held on to you. “Yes.” You nodded your head, getting off him. “… Thank you.” You spoke, dusting your dress off as you avoided his eyes.

Arthur cleared his throat, gesturing you to follow him. You complied, walking behind him. There was a grey horse hitched nearby, you assumed that it was Arthur’s. He untied his horse, quickly getting onto the saddle of the great black creature. “Sir, can I ask where you are taking me?” You asked, looking up at Arthur. “It’s a surprise.” He said, while offering you a hand to help pull you onto the back of the horse with him. Arthur couldn’t help but grin as he felt your arms encircle his waist. “Hold on tight.” He spoke, as the horse began trotting off.

“I sure hope no one sees me… us.” You mumbled, looking around the dark streets of Saint Denis.

“Don’t worry— ain’t nobody gonna see us.” Arthur reassured you as his horse continued through the dark streets. He was being extra careful, taking routes that were free of people. He did not want anyone to catch him sneaking the daughter of an important man out of the house. Arthur noticed you looking around, noticing how scared you were of getting caught. He heard you clear your throat, as you began to talk.

“It wouldn’t be appropriate for people to know that the daughter of the deputy mayor is running off late at night, with a man.”

He let out a chuckle, glancing back at you to give you a reassuring look. “Don’t worry that pretty lil’ head of yours. No one’s gonna see us, I promise.” Arthur locked eyes with you, before turning back to look at the road. Arthur heard you let out a sigh, feeling your hands tightening your his waist. “Mr. Morgan, this isn’t even appropriate for me to do this. I want you to know that I do not commit such acts.” Your voice was soft, and gentle. Arthur let out a deep chuckle, nodding his head.

“I know, I know.” He spoke, amused at how polite you were. Arthur found your shyness endearing. And he enjoyed knowing that he’d be the one to take you on this little adventure, and not just any run-of-the-mill man. “I know that you’re a well-behaved young lady, and you’re not supposed to be out here with the likes of me.” Arthur muttered, reaching his satchel to grab some carrots for his horse.

The rest of the ride was quiet and peaceful. Arthur couldn’t get enough of the fact that you were clinging onto him from behind, and he was trying his hardest to pay extra attention to the road. He was afraid that he’d start letting his head run away with him. After riding for a while, the horse began to slow down upon reaching a stop. “Alright, Miss, we’re here.” Arthur informed, as he hopped off the saddle.

He held his arms out to you, waiting to help you get off the saddle. You looked around you, trying to figure out where exactly “here” was. You seemed to be surrounded by trees, a dense forest that seemed to go on for miles and miles, leaving no sign of civilization. The night was dark, but the moon shone bright. It was a nice view, and you were mesmerized by it.

You placed your hands on Arthur’s shoulders, as he wrapped his around your waist to help you get off his horse. You thanked him, as your feet touched the ground. “No problem, Miss.” He said, as he took your hand into his, starting to lead you towards somewhere else. Arthur couldn’t help but feel his heart flutter at the feeling of your hand in his. He felt like he never wanted to let go. “Be warned,” He said, looking back at you. “It’s a little bit of a walk to get where we’re going.”

“Alright, just don’t walk too fast.” You spoke with a smile on your face. Arthur let out a soft chuckle at your comment, shanking his head. “Don’t worry, Miss.” The sound of the trees swaying in the wind, and the crickets chirping all around you — it was the perfect night. Arthur stopped walking, at a certain point.

“Over here.” He spoke, leading you towards a clearing. The clearing revealed a beautiful lake, glistening under the shine of the moon and stars. “Beautiful ain’t it?” Arthur asked, looking over at you to see your reaction. He watched you as you looked around the area, admiring the glimmering reflection of the lake with your wide eyes and parted lips.

You smiled, walking around the shore. “Yes, it certainly is.” He watched you, admiring the way your eyes lit up as you looked at everything. He watched you as you walked around, crouching down as you studied a few pretty wildflowers. Your excitement was adorable. The peaceful night was interrupted by the sound of his stomach grumbling. Arthur suddenly remembered just how hungry he’d been.

“You hungry, by any chance?” He asked, sitting down on the soft grass. Arthur looked back at you, as he heard no answer. He noticed you picking a couple of flowers, to which he shook his head. “Miss?” He chuckled, as you turned to face him. “I asked if you’re hungry.” He said, taking off his hat. “I haven’t eaten since this mornin’, and I’m starved.”

“Well, I ate this afternoon.” He looked at you as you picked up a leaf, using it to wrap the flowers together. Sort of like a small, beautiful bouquet.“Are you planning on fishing?” You asked, holding the bouquet close to yourself as you sat down on a rock. Arthur set up his fishing rod, grabbing a worm to use as bait. “Maybe. Depends on if the fish are biting or not.”

It’d been a while since he’d had company this good. He couldn’t help the stupid smile that had now settled on his face as he baited the hook on his rod. You watched him carefully, trying to analyze how fishing works. “From what I’m seeing, Mr. Morgan, finishing needs patience.”

Arthur chuckled, hearing your statement.“Sometimes.” He replied, focusing on his line and getting it ready. “But it ain’t always like that. Sometimes the fish just bites right on, sometimes it takes a while.”

“I’ve heard that it’s good to fish while it’s raining, since the fish would mistake the rain droplets for insects.” You broke the silence one more, placing your face on your hands as you watched the lake. “Is that true?” You asked, looking at the back of his head.

He turned around, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. “How do you know that?” He asked, surprised to hear that you knew that bit of information. As far as he knew, you were just a well-mannered, rich girl who loved to read. You were so dainty and proper… but here you were, saying things he didn’t expect you to say. “Am I right?” You smiled, getting excited. Arthur couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

“Yeah, you’re right.” He said, nodding his head as he turned back to face the lake. He was amused by the fact that you seemed to know so much. Normally he would have just assumed you to be like every other rich missus — but there was obviously more to you than that.

Arthur caught one, railing it in. He stuffed the fish in his satchel, earning a chuckle from me. “One more?” He turned back to look at you, holding up the fish he just caught. “Yep.” He chuckled to himself. “One more.” He turned back around, getting ready to cast his rod in the water again. He was starting to enjoy the fact that you were so curious.

You stood up from the rock, placing the bouquet on it. You slowly made your way towards him, standing next to him as you watched the lake for a couple of seconds. “Could I try?” Arthur stopped what he was doing, looking at you with a surprised expression. “You wanna try fishing?” He repeated, making sure he heard you correctly.

You turned to look at him, nodding your head. “Could you teach me?”Arthur’s expression softened, his shock replaced with a little bit of enthusiasm. He was amused by your eagerness to learn what most would probably consider an uncivilized activity.

“You really wanna learn how to fish, huh?” He asked, his hands fidgeting with the fishing rod a bit. “Why give me that look, Mister? You don’t believe a young prestigious woman like me can’t learn how to fish?” You teased, with a small smile on your face.

“It’s not that I don’t believe it…” He said, turning to face you, “But it’s not a hobby a girl like you would usually partake in. It’s rough, and dirty. It’s not something a well-behaved lady like yourself would usually enjoy.” He continued, his eyes staring at yours.

“Are you going to teach me, or not Mister?”

You asked, with a slightly irritated tone. Placing your hands on your hips, you glanced at the lake once more. Arthur shook his head, letting out a sigh. “Alright.” He said, gesturing for you to come closer. “Come here.” You came to stand right next to him, looking at the rod he was holding. “Place your hand here.” He instructed, putting his hand on top of yours, guiding you as to how to properly hold the rod.

Arthur watched you intently, satisfied with the fact that you were doing what he said — and the fact that you were a fast learner. “Oh! I think it’s biting!” Sure enough, the line went taut, signalling the fish at the other end. He let out a little laugh, nodding his head. “Yeah, it’s definitely biting.” He said, “Now, reel it in.” He kept on watching you, his hand over yours to make sure you were doing it right, though you didn’t seem to need much help. “There ya go, just like that.” He encouraged. Soon enough, the fish was reeled in. Arthur took it, and stuffing it in his satchel.

“Thank you, Mr. Morgan.” You smiled, locking eyes with him yet again. He stared at you with an expression that was filled with admiration, the corners of his lips turning up into a little smile that was soft and subtle. “You’re welcome, Miss. You did real good.”

Arthur set up the fire to took the fish for the both of you. He couldn’t help but enjoy the easy chatter you two were having. It was simple conversation, but he found himself enjoying each and every second of it. He happened to find you absolutely endearing. The way you talked, and the way you would look at him… everything about you was slowly starting to drive him mad. After both of you were done eating, the comfortable silence was back. You looked up at the sky, admiring the starts as he lit up a cigarette. Arthur couldn’t keep his gaze off you for long, no matter how much he tried to look away. His eyes were always drawn back to you, admiring you while you were simply doing the simplest of activities.

“Would you mind sharing?” You asked, looking at him. Arthur raised his eyebrow as he heard your question, before letting out a chuckle. “You’re asking me if you can smoke my cigarette?” He asked, surprised at the simple request.

“You think a high class woman like me can’t smoke?” You spoke with the same irritated tone, shaking your head. You pursed your lips, slightly disappointed. “I understand, the public image that women who smoke cigarettes is unconventional and sexually suggestive.” You mumbled, looking back up at the sky. “Of course, women can smoke. I’m not saying they can’t…” He said, looking at you. He exhaled, a cloud of smoke coming out between his lips.

Arthur brought up the cigarette to his lips, taking another puff before continuing to speak. “I’m just saying I’m surprised at you wanting to smoke. I didn’t expect you to smoke, since a pretty Miss like yourself doesn’t seem to be the type to be indulging in a habit as ‘uncouth’ as this.” He explained, holding the cigarette up, and taking another puff.

After hearing his declaration you scoffed, turning your head to meet his gaze. “My… my appearance does not interpret my habits or actions. I am aware, as some individuals see cigarette smoking as a statement that represents the independent-minded ‘New Woman’ of the 1890s.”

That same irritated tone.

Arthur let out another deep breath, puffing out another cloud of smoke. “I was just teasing you, Miss.” He replied, taking another puff. “Here.” He handed his cigarette to you. You brought it up to your lips, and inhaled.

“I apologize, Mister. And thank you.” He was entertained by the sight of you smoking his cigarette, somehow fascinated by the way your lips wrapped around the paper. “You’re welcome.” He said, watching you as you exhaled the smoke. “And there’s no need to apologize. I should be the one apologizing for teasing you like that.”

You handed the cigarette back to him, before taking a long drag. “No. No, that’s alright.” You shook your head, smiling. “I am just not accustomed to people, mostly men, to treat me like you do, Mr. Morgan.”

His expression softened, looking at you as he took the cigarette back from you. He was intrigued by your statement, and was curious to know more. “How so?” He questioned, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he placed the cigarette back to his lips, inhaling the soothing smoke. You let out a sigh, looking at the still lake.

“Well Mister, you listen to me when I speak and engage in the conversation. You do not make me feel… like some unintelligent fool.” Arthur nodded along, listening intently to your words as you spoke. He was used to being the one listening, and not a lot of people ever reciprocated what you were doing. “I’m surprised that you say that.” He replied, breathing out another cloud of smoke. “You’re no idiot, miss.”

“Thank you, Mr. Morgan. Your words mean a lot more than you might think.” You smiled, locking eyes with Arthur. “But me smoking stays between us, alright?” You whispered, letting out a giggle.

The sound of your soft giggling was like music to his ears. He smiled at you as you spoke, letting out a small chuckle after hearing your last sentence. He nodded, letting out a cloud of smoke. “Of course, Miss.” He said softly. “Your little habit’s safe with me.” Arthur got up, throwing his cigarette on the ground and extinguishing it with his boot. “We best get goin’ while we still can.” He informed, looking up at the faint color of blue in the sky. “The sun’s gonna rise in a few hours, let’s get you home before your father wakes up.” He got up, offering his hand to help you back up.

You took his hand, getting up and grabbing my handmade bouquet. “I apologize for taking so much of your time, is there anyone waiting for you at home? Your mates or perhaps your missus?” Arthur let out a light scoff. He was surprised that you’d assume that he had someone waiting for him at home. “No need to apologize, Miss.” he said, shaking his head. “You didn’t take away any of my time.” He suddenly became a little bit awkward, looking away from you as he spoke. “And to answer your question, no. I ain’t got nobody waiting for me at home.”

“Oh.” You realized how awkward you just made the situation, slapping yourself mentally. You grabbed one of the flowers from your handmade bouquet, handing it to him. You didn’t utter a word, afraid to overwhelm him. He was taken by surprise as you suddenly handed him one of the flower’s from your little bouquet, an odd but soft feeling growing in his heart.

Arthur looked at the flower in his hand, before looking up at you with a stunned, unreadable expression on his face. His heart pounded in his chest as he looked at you. With a small, gruff voice, he spoke up. “You… you want me to take this?”

“Yes, I do.” You spoke, avoiding his gaze. He held the small flower in his hand. He was in awe of your simple gesture, and his heart did a few jumps in his chest. He tried his best to push the feeling down, nodding.

“Come on, let’s get going.”

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It was another warm day in Saint Denis. Arthur was in town, just grabbing some things for himself. Ammo, food, and etc. He suddenly came to a pause as he heard your voice, recognizing it immediately. He turned his head towards the sound of your voice. He saw you sitting on a bench, surrounded by a small group of children who were listening intently to your words.

“No James, that’s not quite right.” You smiled, shaking your head. You leaned over, placing your hand on the book. “It is pronounced garden, not gardeen.” Arthur walked over to the group, quietly standing at a distance to watch you work. Some of the kids looked over to him, noticing the man who was now standing at a distance, watching all of you. One of the kids tugged at your dress from behind, pointing at him. “Miss! Miss! Look!” The child shouted, his attention captured by the strange-looking man.

“Mhm?” You asked, confused. Turning your head to the side, you noticed Mr. Morgan standing right there with a small smile on his face. You shook your head, letting out a chuckle. “It’s alright, he’s my friend.” The kids let out a collective “Oooooh” as you said that, giggling amongst themselves as they looked between you and the man. Arthur awkwardly waved at the small group of kids, feeling a little weird as he saw their amused faces look up at him.

“Oh, shush you little troublemakers.” You smiled, before getting up and walking towards Arthur. The kids continued to chat, now amused by the interaction they were witnessing between the both of you. “Afternoon, Miss.” He greeted you, tipping his hat with a small smile.

“Afternoon, Mr. Morgan.” You smiled, placing your hands behind your back. You heard giggled behind you, as you turned to glance at the kids. Arthur followed your gaze, also noticing the kids peeking at the two of you. He chuckled lightly, shaking his head with an amused look on his face. The kids quickly ducked whenever he looked at them, some of them giggling to each other. Arthur turned his gaze back on you, letting out another small scoff. “It seems you’ve got an audience.” He said, the corners of his lips curling up into a small smile.

You let out a laugh, looking back at the kids again. “I’m just teaching these children how to read. It’s really important to know how to read nowadays, soon nearly everyone will.” He chuckled lightly, watching you speak so passionately about teaching the youngsters to read. Arthur glanced at the kids again, noticing that they were all staring up at you. He raised an eyebrow, finding it amusing how enthralled they were with you.

“Anyhow, what are you doing in the city Mister?” You questioned, gesturing for the both of you to walk away from the children.

“Just doing some shopping.” He said, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “Picking up ammo, the usual.” He started to walk in sync with you, looking behind him to check if the kids were still staring at the two of you. Looking back you gestured the kids to continue reading, letting them know you will be back soon.

“So, how is the bounty hunting going?” You asked, as you continued to walk down the street. Arthur felt a pang of guilt him. He knew that you didn’t know anything about him apart from the fact that he’s a bounty hunter. And he wasn’t sure if he could keep lying.

“It’s… fine.” He lied. “Same as ever. No big surprises.”

“I can’t help but wonder… is it a difficult job?” You questioned, looking around to see if you knew anyone that walked by. He let out a heavy sigh as you spoke, a feeling of regret growing in him from not telling the truth. “Sometimes it’s difficult.” He said, his gaze focused on the ground in front of him. “There’s always a risk of being…” Arthur trailed off, debating whether or not to say ‘killed.’

“… Killed.” You glanced at him, finishing his sentence. “Be honest with me, Sir. You know how I feel about those things.” You began to walk to a more secluded street, where you knew nobody would recognize you or Arthur. He cursed under his breath, before looking up at the sky, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Yeah.” He said, nodding his head slowly. “It’s a dangerous job, there are a lot of things that can go wrong. There’s always a risk of death.” He said. The guilt from lying was slowly crushing him, but he kept going. You nodded, listening to his words intently as you both crossed the street. “Well, I’m sure you are a strong man. However, I cannot help but… think about you sometimes, Sir.”

“… About your job I mean.” You corrected yourself as you glanced at him, your heart skipping a beat. “I sincerely hope that your life won’t get taken away in a gruesome way.” The guilt he was feeling was now replaced with a pleasant feeling. Arthur looked over at you, seeing the slight hint of worry on your face, and he couldn’t help but feel slightly happy.

But the feeling soon faded away and was replaced with even more guilt as he remembered that he was lying to you about his job and who he truly was. “Ah, don’t ya worry, Miss.” He said, trying to keep his usual, monotone act. “I ain’t ever let a job kill me yet.”

You smiled, pleased with his answer. “I would love for you to keep it that way, Mr. Morgan. Otherwise, who would take me out at night?”

A soft, bashful smile made its way to Arthur’s face. He could feel his cheeks slightly burning as he struggled to keep his composure, trying to keep the act up. He managed to let out a chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as he felt his heart pound in his chest. “I’d be a right fool to let something happen to me, then.” He replied, softly.

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Days turned into weeks, as you and Arthur grew closer. He would stop by your window every now and then, throwing the same damn rock on your window. He showed you the parts of Lemoyne that you’ve never been to. Arthur would set up a fire for the both of you, and both of you would eat anything he managed to hunt.

Arthur sat with you by his side, the quiet sound of crickets and the soft crackling fire filling the silence. He leaned back, gazing up at the night sky, and watching the stars shine brightly. He found himself stealing occasional glances at you, his heart fluttering at the sight of you sitting beside him. He knew that the more time he spent with you, the more he was starting to fall for you, even if he tried to deny it.

You both sat in silence, enjoying each other’s company. Your face was buried in a book, while Arthur stuffed his hand in his satchel rummaging through it. He took out a bottle of whiskey, twisting the bottle open. Your eyes pulled away from your book, and lingered on his neck as he sipped the alcohol.

He caught your gaze, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow as you stared at him. Arthur took another sip, looking at you curiously. “There something on my neck?” He questioned you, a hint of curiosity in his voice.

“What? Oh… no.” You shook your head, turning your head away from him. You tried to continue reading, but couldn’t even concentrate on the words. You let out a sigh, closing your book and locking eyes with Arthur. “May I have some?” You asked. He chuckled slightly, lifting the bottle in his hand. “Yeah, sure.” He said, handing you the bottle. You thanked him, bringing the bottle up to your lips. After taking a couple of sips, you wiped your mouth and handed the bottle back him. Arthur nodded his head, taking the bottle back into his hands. His eyes kept stealing glances at your lips, wondering what it would be like to feel them against his own. The thought of that idea sent him wild. A feeling he hasn’t felt towards anyone in years.

Both of you fell into a silence again, and you felt the need to ask him a question that has been lingering on your mind for a while. You cleared your throat, looking down at your hands. “So, Mr Morgan. How is the bounty hunting going?” Arthur leaned back, taking another sip from the bottle as you started the conversation. He paused for a moment, a small grimace appearing on his face. “It’s fine.” He answered, trying to sound nonchalant.

You let out a long sigh, fidgeting with your fingers. “Sir, I would like to be frank with you about something.” Arthur raised his eyebrow, his demeanor changed as he took a deep breath. “Alright. Be frank then.” Your heart was in your throat as you glanced at him, unsure about how to word your confession. “I am not sure where to begin, so I will just say it…“

“I am aware of you being a wanted man, Mr. Morgan.”

Arthur’s heart shattered the second those words left your mouth. He should’ve expected the lie to crumble eventually, but he wasn’t expecting it to happen now. All he could do was sit there in stunned silence, staring at you with a dumbfounded look on his face. His heart was pounding, his head was spinning, and he felt like the world was collapsing in around him. You knew. His mind went blank for a moment, all he could do is stare back at you, trying to come up with something to say. All he could let out was a barely audible response.

“How…?”

Your hands were shaking, as you turned to look at him. Arthur was looking down, his eyes covered by his hat. “I suspected you. Every time I asked about your ‘bounty hunting’ your response was never clear, and you avoided talking about what you do in general. Then, I started to investigate… and I found out that you are a wanted man in Blackwater. That’s all I know.”

Arthur sat there, almost paralyzed in shock. He knew the truth was going to come out eventually, but it still felt like a nightmare. He was silent for a moment, before his expression turned solemn. “So, now you know what kind of a man I am, huh?” You furrowed your eyebrows, moving to sit closer to him. Your hands would not stop shaking, as you placed your hand on his shoulder causing him to lock eyes with you.

“Arthur, I beg you… please… be honest with me. You might to terrible things, but I know that deep down you’re a good man.” Arthur’s breath hitched in his throat as you scooted closer to him, and he shivered as you said his name. It sounded so sweet coming out of your mouth. “… Say something. Please… I don’t appreciate being lied to, Arthur.” You whispered.

He let out a soft sigh, nodding his head in defeat. Despite Arthur’s usual hardened exterior, he found himself unable to deny your request. He was completely wrapped around your finger, and he didn’t mind it.

Arthur’s shoulders slouching as he started to speak, completely defeated. “I am in a gang.” He confessed to you. “It’s the truth. It’s called the Van Der Linde Gang, we are a group of outlaws. That’s why I’ve been gone for long at times.” He lowered his head again, preventing you from seeing his irresistible hazel eyes. You smiled, placing your hand on top of his. “I appreciate your honesty, I understand it is difficult for you to tell me these things.”He slowly looked up, facing you with a pained expression on his face. “I’m sorry.” He said, his usually gruff voice was soft and almost a whisper. “I should’ve told you from the start.”

You let out a giggle, melting his heart. Shanking your head, you looked down at your hand intertwined with his. Your eyes widened, pulling away from him as you cleared your throat. “It’s alright, I forgive. I would prefer if you stopped lying to me. If I were to turn you in for five thousand dollars, I would have done it already.” He let out a soft chuckle, a tinge of surprise on his face as he heard your words. He was once again taken aback by the fact that you weren’t running away from him and calling the law upon him. It didn’t make any sense.

“I’ll be honest, from now on, I promise.”

Your eyes focused on the fire in front of you. “Anything else you have lied to me about?” You question him as he took the bottle of whiskey, lifting it up and bringing it to his lips. Arthur shook his head slightly, handing the bottle to you. “No, I honestly don’t think there’s anythin’ else.” You uttered a ‘thank you’ as you took the alcohol from him.

“Oh, so you were being honest when I asked you if there is someone waiting for you at home?” You took a large sip, and let out a deep sigh as you put the bottle down.

“No mates? No missus?”

Arthur shook his head, turning to look at your profile as he spoke. “There’s no one else. It’s just me, ‘n the gang.” He took the bottle, his hands fiddling with it as he took a few sips from it. “They’re more like family than anything.” He explained, his voice low. You smiled, meeting his gaze. “I’m glad, Arthur.” He felt a warm feeling start to rise in his chest, a feeling he hasn’t felt in forever.

He smiled softly, looking up at you as a comfortable silence hung in the air. Arthur stared at you for a bit, before looking away. He cleared his throat, trying to hide the slight blush on his cheeks. “You have anymore questions, Miss?”

You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “No, not at the moment at least.” You glanced at Arthur’s lips, your gaze lingering for a couple of seconds before you quickly looked away. You cursed yourself, wishing he didn’t see that. Arthur felt his heart beat faster, as the image of you staring at his lips was stuck in his mind. As he took another sip from the whiskey, he couldn’t help but sneak a glance at your own lips.

Arthur wanted to feel your lips against his.

He wanted to take you in his arms and just hold you there. He wanted to give you everything in the world. As he watched you in silence, he found himself unable to tear his gaze away from you. He could swear that you had to have felt him staring at you. His eyes were once again on your lips. Arthur felt a little bit of courage growing in him, and he found himself speaking before he could stop himself.

“Have you, uh, ever been… kissed?”

You took a deep breath, feeling that you might choke. You felt your cheeks get warmer as you looked down at your lap, tracing patterns on your dress.

“… No.”

Arthur’s expression was filled with a mix of surprise, curiosity, and slight bashfulness. He was completely taken by surprise at the fact that you have never been kissed,

“Never?” He asked, his voice was soft and low. He felt a strange warm feeling spread across his cheeks, his heart thrumming in his chest. He found it very hard to believe that you had never been kissed, he thought that you’d have any man in your hand, yet, no one had ever done anything to you. He swallowed nervously, his eyes locked on yours. “Not even once?” You shook your head, finding it impossible to look at him. Your ears were ringing, your heartbeat was elevating and you felt like you might throw up.

Suddenly, Arthur’s hand was trembling slightly as he slowly cupped your cheek. He used his thumb to gently tilt your head up, locking eyes with you. He gently placed the bottle of whiskey down, moving his body closer to yours as he leaned in. He could tell that you were feeling nervous and expectant. Arthur’s desire to kiss you was slowly taking over his mind. He began to lose all control as his eyes fixated on your lips once again.

He looked deep into your eyes as he spoke softly. “Can… can I kiss you?”

“… Yes.”

Arthur couldn’t control himself anymore, the dam had broken. He leaned closer, bringing his face closer to yours, and placed his hand firmly on your chin, tipping your head up to him gently. He leaned forward and closed the distance between the two, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet, soft, and gentle kiss. You closed your eyes, bringing your hands to encircle his neck. Arthur tasted like whiskey, and cigarettes. You felt like you might lose your consciousness any second now.

His heart was pounding loudly in his chest as he felt your hands on his chest, and as he gently placed his hand on the nape of your neck. Arthur could’ve stay like this forever, away from his troubled life. Holding you against him, feeling your warm and soft skin, and relishing the moment of feeling your lips on his. After a few moments, Arthur slowly pulled away. Leaving you both panting softly, as he stared at your face.

His heart was still pounding, and his mind was still completely blissed out. He stared at you in utter adoration, completely stunned that he just had the privilege of being the first person to kiss you. Your eyes lingered on his lips, wanting more.

You found it difficult to calm down. Looking up at him, you licked your lips to savor his taste. Arthur stole a glance at the movement, biting back the desire to kiss them again. He was still slightly dazed, his mind was still trying to catch up with reality. He gently caressed your cheek, his hand slowly tracing down to your chin, tilting your head back up. He stared into your eyes, getting lost as he began to speak softly. “God, you’re beautiful…”

Arthur slowly moved a strand of hair away from your face, gently tucking it behind your ear. He continued to hold your chin, tilting your head up as he leaned forward once again, stealing another quick kiss from your lips. You smiled, finding yourself lost in his eyes as he pulled away. “Thank you.”

He grinned, admiring the look on your face. His hand fell from your chin, but he didn’t break eye contact with you, instead, he slowly sat right in front of you, staring into your eyes. “No need to thank me, darlin’.”

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Arthur found the love he desperately craved for. He was completely infatuated with you, he would spend the sleepless nights thinking about you, picturing your face in his head. He found every single detail of you absolutely perfect, he never found anyone as attractive and mesmerizing as you. He felt like he could spend hours staring at your face and never tire. He would draw you in his journal, when you were busy burying your face in a book. He also kept the flower that you gave him, which was all dried up inside of the journal. You spent sleepless nights, writing love poems and letters that you never shared with him. For once in your life you felt like you could be yourself and not play the role of the perfect woman that you did around your father and others. Both of you would meet at any given opportunity, spending hours talking, teasing, and kissing.

You were wondering around the house, with a stupid smile on your face. You hummed to yourself, looking up at the pictures on the wall. Making your way to the kitchen, you noticed the maids busy with cooking dinner for your father’s guests tonight. The maids were busy, cleaning up any messes, and getting dinner ready. They turned to look at you as you entered, and a smile appeared on all of their faces.

“Oh! Good afternoon Miss!” One of them called out, they all stopped their work to greet you. You shook your head, shutting the door behind you. “It’s alright, don’t stop… I’m just bored I suppose.” You made your way to one of the empty chairs, sitting down and placing your hands on the table. You let out a long sigh, asking one of them a question. “When will the father’s guests arrive?” The maids continued their work, and the one who spoke to you earlier responded.

“They’re due to arrive at around, eight or nine I think. But, don’t worry, we’ll have everything ready in time.” She responded, wiping off a glass with a rag. “Mhm.” You let out hum, placing your face in your hands. Arthur would not leave your mind even for a second, you missed him deeply. He let you know that he might be gone for while, saying he had a job he needed to take care of. The others noticed how distracted you were, you seemed to be deep in your thoughts.

One of them spoke up, noticing that you were distracted. “You seem very distracted, miss. Is something on your mind?” You looked up, not realizing how oblivious you behaved. You shook your head, smiling.

“No, I’m alright. But, I need a distraction. Would you ladies like some help?” You questioned, looking around the table. The maids looked at each other for a second, then back at you. One of them smiled, nodding her head. “Sure, if you’d like.” She responded, seeming to be kind. You nodded your head eagerly, wanting to get your mind off Arthur for once. They smiled, happy to have some extra help. The one who spoke to you earlier started to show you what to do. “Here,” She said, as she handed you a few vegetables. “Could you start chopping those? We need some more, so we can make more salad for the guests.”

Thirty minutes later, you let them know you were done as you placed the knife down. You got up to wash your hands, turning your head to look at the maids. They all refused, seeming to be pleased with your help. The oldest one, shook her head. “No, no thank you. You've been a great help, thank you.” She spoke, her tone cheerful.

You let out a sigh, drying your hands. You began to think about another distraction. “I think we should put some flowers on the table! It would look make the table look appealing. I can head out and buy some.” You spoke with a hopeful tone. The maids looked at each other, and they all nodded their heads.

“Oh yes! That would look beautiful. But, you don’t have to do that miss, I will head out myself—”

“Alright! I’m heading out!” You cut her off, leaving the kitchen. Running towards the door, you grabbed some money from the drawer. The maids watched as you left, feeling glad that you could help them. You started walking down the town, making your way to the flower shop you loved. As you were getting closer, your thoughts began to shift back to Arthur once again.

As you made your way into the flower shop, you were greeted by the familiar scent of the flowers and plants. The old lady that owned the shop smiled at you as you walked in. “Hello dear,” She said, “You look rather thoughtful today.” You smiled, walking closer to her and the flowers. “Good day Mrs. Bell, Father has some guests visiting tonight, and I thought it would be nice to have some flowers for the table.” You explained, examining all of the flowers she had.

She smiled warmly, heading towards a variety of flowers nearby. “Of course, dear.” She said, gesturing with her hand. “For a lovely table, like the ones your father has, I would recommend tulips. Their vibrant colours would look just right!”You let out a laugh, nodding your head and handing her the money. “Yes, they’re perfect.” Mrs. Bell handed you the basket of flowers, letting you walk out of the shop.

You began to make your way home, humming to yourself again. Arthur was walking up the sidewalk with another man, having a rather normal conversation. But, then, he suddenly saw you walking away from the flower shop, and stopped in his tracks. You felt his eyes on you, as you turned around. Arthur was standing there, shanking his head at the man. You smiled to yourself, walking to a secluded alleyway.

Arthur watched you dart into the alley. He let the man know he had to go, quickly making his way down the street. As he walked into the alley, he saw you leaning on the wall. He smiled, taking a few steps closer to you. “Darlin’?”

“Arthur.” You smiled, holding up the basket close to your chest. Arthur looked around, before placing his hand gently under your chin. He lifted your head up, and leaned down to softly press his lips against yours. You smiled into the kiss, your free hand resting on his arm. Arthur pulled away, smiling. “What are these for?” He asked, glancing down at the flowers.

“Father has some guests tonight, it’s for the table.” You answered, looking down at his lips. A thought formed in your head, making you feel slightly light-headed. “Arthur?” You whispered, looking up at his hazel eyes. He opened his eyes when you pulled away. “Yes?” He asked, his voice just above a whisper.

You took a deep breath, not believe what you’re going to say. You placed the basket down, fixing hair as you did so.

“My father will leave the city in three days, and he will be gone for a little while. If you’re… not occupied, I would like you to visit me.” His eyes widened, he was surprised by your request. “Visit you..?” He asked, his heart thumped in his chest. He had to pause for a second, to process your words.

He stared at you for a moment, before nodding his head. “Sure.” He responded. “I’ll…” He paused, thinking for a moment. “I’ll make sure I’m not occupied.” You smiled, feeling your heart beat faster.“Come by late, and please use the back door. I can’t risk anybody noticing you come in.” You instructed, bringing your hand up to run your fingers through his hair. Arthur nodded, taking note of your warning “Don’t worry darlin’… I’ll make sure that no one sees me.” He responded, his voice still soft.

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Three days later, you found yourself alone at the house. You were sitting down in your vanity chair, brushing your hair. You hand an elegant long short sleeve dress on, and you made sure that your make up was perfect. The maids and your father were already gone, leaving you alone in the house.

Arthur made his way through the town, carefully making sure no one noticed him. He made his way down the familiar streets, and stopped when he found your house. He looked around, noticing how eerily quiet the street was. He made his way towards the back of the house, finding the back door. He stood in front of the door, looking over his shoulder one last time. Seeing no one, he knocked softly on the door.

You got up, and ran downstairs. Opening the door, you pulled him in. “Quick, before anyone sees you!” He was surprised by your speed, chuckling softly at your panicked state, he let you shut the door behind him. Arthur quickly looked around, noticing that the house was empty. He turned his gaze back to you. “Don’t worry’.” He whispered. “No one will see me.”

You let out a giggle, placing your hands behind your back. “Would you like something to eat?” You asked, looking up at him. He stood in front of you, looking you up and down. He was pleasantly surprised by your appearance, his eyes slowly tracing your body. “You look beautiful, darlin’.” He compliments you. You felt your cheeks get warm, mumbling a ‘thank you’.

He shook his head, answering your question. “No, I’m alright.” He said, his tone soft. “I’ll show you around the house then.” You spoke, your tone cheerful. His hands intertwined with yours, following your lead through the massive house. He looked around as you showed him around, taking in the interior of the rooms.

“Seems that my first impression of you being wealthy was correct.” He joked, gently squeezing your hand. You playfully rolled your eyes, leading him upstairs. Arthur followed you closely, looking at each room you showed him. When you stopped at your bedroom door, he stopped behind you. He looked into your room, taking note of how nice it was. He took a step into your room, his eyes looked around your room. “Very nice.” He said.

“Thank you.” You smiled, shutting the door behind yourself before stepping in. You watched him look around your room, as you played with your hair. He looked around your room, taking in every small detail. It was definitely very fancy, and very luxurious. It was what he’d expect from a girl who was raised upper class. He walked towards a shelf, examining all the things you had on it. He looked over your things, noticing books and pretty jewelry. Arthur let out a soft chuckle, looking back at you. “You really like to read, don’t you?” He asked, his gaze locked onto the shelf full of books.

You shrugged your shoulders, sitting down at the edge of your bed. “It’s all I could do to escape. I couldn’t just hop on my horse and ride around the town to clear my head, Mr. Morgan.” He chuckled, amused by your answer. “Fair point.” He responded, a small smile appearing across his face.

Arthur returned his gaze to the shelf, running his hand over the spines of the books. “So you read all of these?” He asked, his eyes still on the shelf. “Yes, I did.” You spoke, fiddling with your fingers. He turned away from the shelves, taking a few slow steps towards you. He took a seat next to you, his eyes locked onto yours. He gently grabbed your hands, stopping you from fidgeting.

You glanced down at his lips, before looking down at your hands again. He smiled to himself, before wrapping his hands around your wait and pulling your body against his. He then leaned down, catching your lips in a deep and passionate kiss. He let out an almost low groan as your hands grabbed his head, pulling him in. He parted your lips with his, his one hand still gripping tightly on your waist. He wanted to feel all of you on him.

“Arthur.” You placed your hands on his chest and pulled away. You were breathing heavily, and your face flushed. He let out a soft breath when you pulled away, his breathing heavy. He placed his hands on the back of your head, gently pulling you in as his expression softened. “Darlin’…” He mumbled, his tone low.

“I have never been with a man before…”

Arthur’s face softened at your words, his eyes locked on you as he nodded. “I figured.” He responded, his tone gentle. His grip on your head loosened a bit, and he lowered his hands to cup your face. “You alright?” He asked, his eyes still studying you. “Yes, yes I am.” You nodded, as your hands reached his shoulders. You looked up at him again, your eyes meeting his.

“I want this.”

Arthur couldn’t deny that he wanted you just as bad. He was feeling a burning sensation himself, a need to hold and touch you. To feel you. He let out a soft sigh, his hands still on your waist. “Alright, darlin’.” He mumbled into your hair, gently placing a kiss on the top of your head. His gaze remained on you as he watched you undo your dress buttons. His eyes slowly traced down your body, noticing how your dress slowly started to loosen. Arthur gently pushed you to lay down on the bed, pulling the dress off of your body. His eyes roamed your body, as you were left in your undergarments. Your skin was almost glowing under the light, and it made his heart thump harder in his chest. He took in the view of you, his breath caught in his throat.

Arthur leaned down, leaving kisses on your neck. He groaned lightly into your skin. He continued to kiss and suck on your neck, making his way down to your collarbone. He stopped kissing your neck and moved away, noticing that you started to unbutton his vest. His eyes watched your hands as you unbuttoned his vest, and he let out a deep breath.

He quickly took the vest off, throwing it on the floor along with his button up shirt before pulling you back towards him. Arthur’s arms wrapped around your waist, his hands rested on your hips as he held your body against him. His gaze was locked onto yours, his chest was rising and falling with each breath as you untied your corset. His eyes slowly moved down to your hands, watching closely as you undid the corset and slowly pulled it off along with everything else you had on.

Arthur stared down at you, your hair fanned out all over the pillow under you. He was breathing heavily as his eyes slowly taking in every part of you, every inch of your bare skin, everything about you. Arthur’s jaw slightly clenched as he stared down at your exposed chest. He gently leaned down, gently placing soft kisses all over your chest. He was taking his time to touch every inch of your skin. You encircled your hands around him, caressing his skin. Arthur was so gentle, loving and more importantly patient with you. You let out a small whine as he kissed your body, squeezing your legs. Arthur slowly looked up at you, his eyes noticed how you seemed to be enjoying every little touch and kiss he gave you. He kept going, placing more of his kisses on your skin. His hands gripped softly on your waist, as he continued down your stomach.

“Arthur…” You breathed out, feeling your body get warmer. He could tell you were beginning to yearn for more than just his kisses. He stopped for a moment, lifting himself up so he was hovering over you. Arthur softly placed a peck on your jawline, then leaned in to whisper against your lips. “Use your words, darlin’. Tell me what you want.” Your hand gripped his bicep, your nails digging into his skin. You leaned in close to him, your lips next to his ear.

“I want you, Arthur.”

He placed another soft kiss on your jawline, before pulling back to look into your eyes. “I know darlin’, I know.” He hummed, his hands gently started to wander your body again. Arthur grabbed your thighs, and slowly pulled them apart, settling himself in between your legs. He placed a few more kisses on your skin, his lips trailing across your hip and inner thigh. He felt you shiver under him once he placed his kisses on your thigh, noticing the way your body was reacting. He gently nipped on your skin, before he slowly began to trail kisses back up towards your stomach. He loved the way you reacted, and he loved your whines and soft whimpers. Arthur placed his hands on both of your thighs, softly rubbing them. “You’re so damn beautiful.” He muttered, his voice low.

“Arthur.” You whined out, caressing his head. Your body shivered, yearning for him and his cock. Arthur sat up, his hands reaching to unbuckle his belt. Yours eyes were glued to his pants, and you could not find yourself to look away. He let out a deep breath as he unbuckled his belt, his eyes locked onto your face. He could see that you were watching intently at him with an almost eager look on your face, which made him feel a sense of satisfaction.

Arthur quickly took his belt off, dropping it onto the floor. He then reached down and began to unbutton his pants. Once his pants were unbuttoned and he pushed them down, he settled himself in between your legs again. His hand cupped your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing your skin. Arthur could feel your heart beating through your skin.

He began to place more kisses across your skin, his hand slowly moving from your cheek down your body. He stopped once his hand was gripping your thigh again, his lips were hovering over your chest. He gently nipped at your skin before looking up at you, his eyes were locked onto yours again. “Don't be afraid to tell me if somethin' doesn't feel right.”

“Alright.” You whispered, as he gripped the headboard. He took a deep breath, his heart was racing as he looked down at you. He could feel your nails digging into his skin, and he softly groaned. He slowly lifted your legs, bending them so your knees would go up. Arthur slowly pressed himself into your cunt, his hand tightened against your thigh as he continued to ease inside. He let out a low grunt as he felt how tight you were, his body started to shiver with pleasure. He leaned down, his upper body hovering over you and his face was close to yours. “Darlin’.” He grunted out, his hand was still holding tightly the headboard. You let out a loud whine, holding onto his arm. Arthur grinned, placing a few kisses across your face. “You alright?” He asked, his voice was soft and low, and he sounded almost breathless.

“I’m fine, just please… keep going.” You managed to breathe out. He nodded, taking a deep breath as he continued to slowly push himself inside of you. “You're so damn tight, darlin’...” He hissed. Arthur was slowly losing his self control, the fact that you were so close, so bare and so willing was going to drive him feral. Arthur’s hand gently rubbed at your thigh. “You're doing so well, darlin’...” He whispered, his voice was filled with lust and desire. He slowly began to thrust in and out of your cunt, making you moan in frustration and grip the sheets. “Arthur, please… go faster.”

Arthur couldn't deny you any longer. Your desperation was like music to his ears, and he was willing to give you what you craved for. Arthur slowly pulled out of you, and then quickly slammed back in, burying himself completely inside of you. He let out a loud, guttural groan, his body trembled as he felt himself completely enveloped in your tight cunt. You whined, wrapping your legs around his waist. He buried his face into your neck, panting heavily against your skin as he began to thrust his cock into your cunt. “Fuck...” He groaned, his grip on your thigh getting tighter. He quickly began to move his thrusts, each one of them being harder than the last.

He was completely consumed by you, his mind was fully focused on nothing but you. He wanted to make you feel good, he wanted to make you feel loved and appreciated. He leaned in and began to whisper sweet praises in your ear, knowing it was making you feel good. “Good girl, you’re doing so good.” Arthur started to kiss your neck, gently biting your skin as he panted hard. “You're so damn beautiful.” His thumb began to rub circles on your clit, making you moan ever louder.

“Shit… Arthur!” You felt a knot twist on your lower stomach. Your back arched slightly, as you bit down on your lip. He leaned his head down, his body was on top of yours, his arms were on either side of your head, holding him up. He grunted lowly, his breaths were heavy and shaky. “Shh. There girl,” He muttered, his lips against your neck

“Good girl.” Your legs shook, as he moaned out your name. He continued to thrust, his body shivered whenever you whined or moaned. He felt his own pleasure building up, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer. He kept whispering praises in your ear, hoping that it would help bring you closer to the edge. He softly grunted, his breath was hot and heavy against your skin. “You're doing so well, sweetheart. Just let go.” He whispered.

“Oh, fuck…” You whined out, cumming all over his cock. Arthur kept going, his pace was quick and rough. He was getting close to his own release, and he was trying to hold it back, just for a bit longer. He leaned down, groaning loudly into your skin. “F-Fuck, darlin’.” He moaned. Arthur grunted loudly as he pulled his cock out and finished, releasing onto your stomach. He leaned his body on you, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. His body was pressed against your own, his arms were still on either side of your head, and his face was still buried in your neck. Your fingers ran through his hair, soothing him. After a couple of minutes of silence, Arthur lifted his head up to look down at you. His eyes glanced at your stomach, and noticed the mess he made on your thighs. He chuckled softly, his eyes still focused on you. “Sorry about the mess.” He mumbled.

You brought your hand up to caress his face, your thumb swiping across his chin. You lazily smiled, almost letting out a laugh. “It’s alright.” He gently leaned into your hand, his eyes briefly closing as he felt your touch. He slowly opened his eyes, and he smiled softly. Arthur took a deep breath, his gaze still on your face. “I’m gonna clean you up, darlin’.” He said softly, his hand gently rubbing your thigh.

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Let's Get Naughtier

RE2!Leon x AFAB!Reader

word count - 1.8k

tags - MDNI, not proofread, porn w plot, handcuffs, slight dom/sub undertones, switch!Leon exactly at the end, minimal dialogue (kinda), quick mention of a necktie used as a gag, vibrators, unprotected sex, p in v, riding, mention of hickeys

After 6 months of vigorous training at the police academy, Leon finally graduates as the top of his batch. Such an occasion calls for celebration and rewards, which may or may not involve an early use of his handcuffs— and not for police work.

6 months worth of sleepless nights, reliance on struggle meals, steady consumption of energy drinks, and missing out on important dates paid off: Leon has now graduated and is at the top of his batch. Pride swirled and swelled in your chest as you watched your boyfriend walk on stage, standing in front of the podium as he delivered his speech; he looked proud of himself and everyone, a fulfilled smile constantly gracing his face. Leon looked so neat in his graduation regalia, his dark navy uniform fitting him perfectly and adding an air of sophistication to him. At the end of the commencement exercise, the graduates are lined up on the field to be tapped out by loved ones; it’s easy to spot him, all smiles and rosy cheeks standing stiff at attention with his peers. As soon as your hand gently pats his shoulder, he rushes to engulf you in a bone-crushing hug; you two shed tears of shared joy and relief, thankful that all the sacrifices paid off in the end.

“Congratulations officer Kennedy,” you say. The words come out slightly muffled since your face is pressed against the crook of his neck. “I’m so proud of you, of this.”

“Thank you baby,” he says before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

Even better, a confirmation notice from the RPD awaits Leon for his inclusion in their police force. For being such a hard worker and diligent cadet, acing every single theoretical test and field exercise, your sweet boyfriend is deserving of a reward. After an entire day spent at his favorite seafood restaurant with some pints of beer, you both stumble to your shared apartment. Not wanting to part with his warm lips, one hand of yours is dug into the back of the blond’s head whilst the other is patting the door for its knob to twist open; your lip gloss is smeared all over your faces and his tie is loosened– you both look like a mess but neither could care less: this night will be spent celebrating him.

You both stumble to the entrance of the apartment, hands tangled in messy hairs as you try to pull each other impossibly closer. Shoes are kicked off without a second thought, thudding and bumping against the wall as you slip Leon’s jacket off of his shoulders, dropping it on the floor. Your hands frantically untuck his dress shirt from his slacks, warm palms slipping beneath to touch heated skin. Nimble fingers fumble with zippers and buttons, nails scraping slightly against cloth-clad spines. Teeth graze collarbones and moans break the air, lips swollen and tingling as you barely pause through the overwhelming  and all-consuming intensity of it all. The urgency burns, expressed through the desperate grinding of clothed hips. You bump into several pieces of furniture, nearly stumbling out of balance, as you make your way to your shared bedroom; more layers of clothing are shed, leaving behind a trail. The frenzy drives Leon to lay you down a little too swiftly, determined to please you but you remind him that this night is entirely about him.

“We’re celebrating you, Leon. I’ll be the one treating you good tonight, okay? So just lay back and let me take care of you, officer Kennedy.”

Clothes are astrewn on the floor, articles of clothing flung to various corners of the room. Leon’s black necktie is used as a gag, his work cuffs being put to an early use by binding him to the headboard; his dress shirt is off but his slacks are still on, though the belt is unbuckled with the zipper down and barely hanging on his hips. His black boxer brief is tented at the groin, his twitchy cock trying to poke out. You’re completely naked on top of him, a sight to behold; he missed the sex, giving it up in favor of all-nighters studying for tests. You’re torn between keeping him gagged and wanting to hear his horny rambles, eventually deciding on removing the black accessory from his mouth.

“F-Fuck,” he whispers. “Missed this so much.”

“Me too,” you affirm before giving his ear lobe a nibble.

Teasing him a little more you trace the stiffness of him with your index finger, circling around the head and pressing a little harder to apply deliciously frustrating friction. He gently sways his hips, silently begging you to free him from his confines and have your way with his sensitive body.

The tiny sliver of silver light filters through a tiny gap in the curtains, his dog tags catching the light and reflecting it back in a white flash. Acting on the idea that flashed in your mind, you gently tug on the chain and draw Leon closer without causing him to strain harder to the point of actual discomfort with his bound wrists. The motion flusters him, frosty sapphire irises darting everywhere but your face. Cinching his puffy and pink cheeks with your fingers, you force him to meet your gaze before drawing him in a sloppy kiss that’s nearly tongue alone. After a little more whining and begging, you finally have mercy and peel it off of him; after all, this is his reward for being such a diligent cadet and he deserves to feel good. Once he’s completely bare from the waist down, he lets out a groan of satisfaction. You part with him temporarily, reaching over to one of the desks of the bedside stand to fish out a vibrator.

“B-Baby, where are you going?” He whines.

“Just getting something,” you say in a soft sing-song voice though he detects the lustful undercurrent of it.

Once Leon realizes, his cheeks flush the same deep rosy hue as the head of his glossy cock.

Switching it on and setting it to a medium vibration pace, you trail it from his nipples and bring it south to swirl around his sensitive tip.

“A-Ah…” Leon vocalizes. “P-please, I’m so hard for you...”

His back arches like a cat’s, wrists straining against the cuffs but he doesn’t want to escape– never, not when he’s in this kind of heaven. The toy moves to buzz against his twitchy shaft before swirling around his taut balls, tugging needy whines from him; he’s only ever had toys used on you so a vibrator being used on him is a first time and he’s enjoying it too much to make it his last time as well.

“N-no,” he sobs as he tries to inch his hips away from the toy. “Don’t wanna c-cum early baby, please– wanna last…” “Don’t wanna cum yet?” You ask even though he’s already said it, just to edge him a little more. He nods furiously, kiss-swollen lips frowning at you in a silent plea.

“Since you asked so nicely.” You turn the vibrator off, lowering the intensity of the vibrations before totally turning it off; it would be a shame to make him cum before he’s even inside your welcoming cunt.

On a regular day you would’ve overstimulated him to the point of a dry orgasm but you decide against it, letting him use this as a means to let out the stress that built up the past few months. After giving him a few pumps with your hand and sucking him off for a little bit, you align his crying cock with your sopping cunt. The squelch makes Leon tilt his head all the way back, exposing his lovebite-covered neck to you while his teeth dig into the puffy flesh of his lips; it takes everything in him not to blow his load, painfully holding off an orgasm just so you can also enjoy yourself.

He bottoms out and you stay still for a moment to give yourself a moment to adjust to the length of him; he isn’t girthy but what he lacks in width, he makes up for in length. Once you’re ready, you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. Moans, whimpers, and slapping of skin bounces off of the walls of your shared bedroom; you ride him madly, rubbing at your own clit to intensify the entire experience. Leon is bucking up on his own, his hips meeting you with each eager thrust he makes.

“J-jus’ like that baby,” you pant. “Fuck, it feels so good…”

Still sensitive from the toy, he knows he won’t last long if he’ll continue looking up at your blissed-out features– eyes shut in pleasure with brows furrowed as you focus on feeling good. He decides to close his eyes, forcing himself to temporarily occupy himself with something else other than the squeeze of your tight pussy around his cock. Seeing your boyfriend get increasingly worked up and horny has your pussy pulsing around his cock, gripping his length tightly as if he would slip out and never do this again. Feeling the squeeze of your walls earns a high whine from him, mind torn between fighting off a nearing orgasm or to give in and flood your welcoming heat with ropes of his hot spend.

Your lips collide, soft flesh sucked and bitten against soft flesh as tongues dance and swap spit. You take his lower lip between your lips and tug it gently with your teeth, watching his blown-out blues roll at the back of his head. The moment you part, a thin string of saliva connects your mouths as Leon moves to place bites and hickeys on your neck and collarbone. Even with his lust-driven state, he’s careful enough to only mark up areas that are sure to be covered up by your work clothes. Feeling a lot more frisky, you lift his dog tags from his neck and wear it, the two metal plates dangling over his face as you ride him to no end; he exhales a weak and shaky ‘fuck’, feeling impossibly harder and horribly aroused than he previously was– if that was even possible. He’s close and you are too, harshly clinging on to his shoulders with your fingernails digging into his muscles while his face is buried in the crook of your neck, his huffing and panting speeding up with each erratic and irregular thrust.

“Close,” he sobs. “I’m close, ‘m n-not going to last…–”

“Me too, Leon. C’mon, I know you can do it for me.”

Planting his feet firmly into the mattress, he drives his hips up and snaps it harshly against your cunt with a dizzying pace as he catches up to that delicious high he’s been chasing.

“Gonna cum, g-gonna cum inside–”

Cock twitching, cum splatters inside and paints your walls white as juices of your own gushes out and slicks up his sensitive length. Tired, you take the key and unlock the cuffs to free him. You make the mistake of assuming that Leon is just as spent as you are, taken aback and by surprise when he flips the two of you over and drives his cock into your moist cunt again.

“I don’t plan on stopping tonight,” he whispers. “Not when I have you all to myself like this. We’re going to fuck like rabbits and you have no choice but to take it like the good girl you are.”

It’s going to be one crazy night that’ll unfold ahead and you’re certain that walking funny is going to be in your immediate future by the end of this.

NOTE - I'll get back to my usual fluff posts, I promise <3 lowkey hesitant to put this up on AO3 too because shortly after I posted, I got tag-teamed by 4 illnesses at the same time during the week of my tests and what's worse is that those 4 illnesses literally persisted wayyy longer than they were expected to-- I literally had a fever that lasted for more than a week when they're usually supposed to last for 3-4 days like bruh -_- I don't exactly believe in the AO3 curse but I don't want to push my luck ngl... okay yk what I'm going to post it on AO3 coz if I don't believe in the curse in the first place = it's not going to touch me :3 Also sorry if you expected real degenerate and freaky shit, it's relatively tame for now coz I'm dry on ideas coz school be sucking the life out of me (when I should be sucking the life out of Leon instead! >//<) :'< anyway, that's it and thank you for reading this <3 lmk what you guys think in the comments :)

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clark kent x reader who is very good at hiding their crush on him (socially acts the same, etc) but he can hear their heartbeat going crazy? and he does little experiments to see what does it and when they keep their cool :3

--@a-quick-request

omg ofc i can do this for you bbs! I wrote in female reader as that is what I've always written, hope that's okie! hope you enjoy xx

tell-tale heart

summary: clark can't help but indulge when he hears how fast your heartbeat gets around him

pairing: clark kent x female reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: literally just fluff xx

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He heard your heartbeat before you even rounded the corner to his desk. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. You’d been working at the Daily Planet for quite some time now, mostly delegated to the photography department, but as you worked your way up to photojournalist, Clark saw you more and more. After a while, you became close, spending your breaks together and sharing your commute home. Your friendship quickly spilled over into your personal lives outside of the office. He was always the person you went to for feedback on your articles or to help you decide on a cover image; honestly, you found any excuse to swing by his desk. He became the person you sought out in a room, anywhere.

He never complained, because he had given himself to you whether you knew it or not. It didn’t matter the time or task, the plan or the idea; if you asked, it was a yes. His favorite part of the day soon became those moments where he towered behind you as you skimmed through your shots on your camera. The scent of your perfume at the top of your head, the way your subconscious smile grew when you got to your favorite photo, he could get lost in those moments. But nothing drove him crazier than your heartbeat.

He noticed it the first time you met outside of work. The pitter-patter that thumped in his ears was soft and sweet. If he didn’t have his Kryptonian abilities, he’d never even have known. If something was off, you never let it show.

He started to realize the pattern after a week. The way your little heart would quicken, pounding in your chest whenever he was near, whenever he approached your desk with coffee, whenever he held the door open while you walked in under his arm. It was addictive. Whatever it was that caused it, you were a master of playing it cool. He’d always had his suspicions but never let his mind wander long enough to assume you felt the same. Maybe it happened the day you raced into the office giggling with a pep in your step, bolting for his desk and shaking his shoulders while shoving your first front page in his face; your heartbeat echoed in his ears as he hugged you so tight you barely noticed you were no longer on the ground. Maybe it happened the day he was so run down from his previous night of Superman duties that he had to call in and feign illness, the day you used one of your few days off to come take care of him; he felt terrible, but Clark would be lying if he said the caring presence you brought didn’t make his knee buckle. He couldn’t exactly place when it happened, but at some point, he didn’t want you like a best friend.

Clocking your heartbeat, he fixed his slouch at the desk as he watched you stroll over. Your sweet smile would never tell the rest of the office how fast your heart was racing. That was his secret.

“Clark!” You said as you rushed over. He couldn’t hide the smile that began to grow on his face if he tried.

“Hey, darling,” he said, leaning back in his chair as you stopped at his side.

“Look!” you said as you shoved the paper into his hands. It was your first shared front-page article. Clark had written the paper, and you had collaborated on the images. 

“Yeah, wow…” he said, taking the paper and looking it over.  You leaned in closer, coming to stand right at his side where he sat. Your thighs brushed against his arm. As he read, you leaned in to get a better look at his reaction.

Perhaps it was second nature, or something had overtaken him, who knows— especially when you were that close and he could smell the new shampoo you had switched to three days ago. Clark’s hand slid up behind you to rest at the small of your back. His calloused palm was firm on your back while his fingers gripped softly at the curve of your waist. It wasn’t intentional, but boy did he feel the change.

Your heart began to race, pounding and quickening its pace as you felt his hand. Clark’s ears perked as the noise and sensation consumed him. It was cute how quickly your body reacted to him. It wasn’t on purpose, but it awoke something in him.

He didn’t mean to make a game out of it. That would be wrong, maybe. But was it really that bad if he felt the same? If the very thought of you made his stomach twist in every direction? You hadn’t shown up for coffee that morning, a Saturday tradition to end the week. It was so set in stone, the two of you didn’t even need to plan it anymore. It was always coffee at Elliot’s at ten. When you didn’t show up, he sent a few texts only to be met with confusing and nonchalant answers, maybe even completely unaware of what he was saying. When he ultimately got no answer as to why you flaked, he came to find you.

You didn’t even react when he waltzed into your place, sitting on the couch surrounded by your notes, laptop, and photo prints. Your fingers dashed across the keyboard as you tried desperately to get all your thoughts out at once. Your eyes didn’t peel away from the screen as he walked up and stood before you.

“Y/n?” he asked, arms crossed over his chest. You did this sometimes, got so caught up in your work that the whole world faded to grey behind you. He understood; you knew just how important his responsibilities as Superman were to him. But he couldn’t lie; you never knew how to turn off the clock.

“Y/n, did you forget something?” he asked, placing a coffee by your laptop.

“No, I did my laundry last night,” you said, reaching for the coffee and taking a sip. The Kryptonian before you just scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“You know it’s the weekend, right? You’re allowed to clock out.” he took one of his large hands and gently waved it in front of your face.

Your brows furrowed and nose scrunched in frustration as you struggled to swat his hand away. Yet Clark didn’t miss the slight uptick in your heartbeat. That’s what gave him the idea.

"Back off, starboy!" you said, pushing his hand back once again.

He pulled the laptop from your grasp, gently closing it and tossing it on the chair behind him. You cried out in protest, but before you could fully react, Clark’s hands scooped under your arms and yanked you up from your seat. Like you were a doll, he tossed you up before catching you and carrying you away from the couch. 

Clark couldn’t hide the smirk on his face as the sound of your heartbeat picked up, thumping that familiar giddiness he knew was reserved just for him. He could even feel it against his chest, the steady pounding that gave way to your nerves, that tell-tale heart.

His own heart swelled in pride and jest as he began to carry you away and towards the door. Your protests soon turned to laughter; the soft slaps of your hands on his back soon clung to his soft shirt. He bent down with ease to grab your shoes by the door; his grip on you never wavered, nor did he give you that unsafe drop. Your cheeks burned with a hot blush, your stomach flipping and heart skipping. Clark bit his lip in satisfaction. 

As he reached for the doorknob, you tugged his sleeve from your position half over his shoulder.

“Clark! Clark, wait,” you said between giggles. He stopped, lowering you slightly to see your face. “I need my bag.”

He simply rolled his eyes, tossing you back over his shoulder as he went to grab your purse.

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When you thought you found a good fanfic but it’s just inc3st/p3d0phila/non-con/something weird

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When I’m reading a good fanfiction, but then they call reader Sweet girl, innocent girl, baby girl

YOU ARE NOT MY DAD

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Bts As Subs

Sub!Ot7 x Dom!Reader

Summary: Headcanons about how the members would be as Subs

Warnings: +18 mdni, smut. Swearing. Mentions of dom/sub dynamics, bdsm, oral(f. and m. receiving), handjobs, edging, overstimulation, degradation, thigh riding, pegging, petplay, dacryphilia, marking, slapping, scratching, aftercare. Not proofread.

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! Working on this actually helped a lot with my writers block and gave me waay too many ideas for fics👀 But I hope you like ‘em!

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Jin:

Is either the sweetest, best behaved baby boy or an absolute brat, depending on his mood.

Loves to run his mouth just to get a rise out of you, whining and complaining about your teasing, but turns into absolutely mush once you get him under you.

Likes when you tie him to the headboard and jerk him off while sitting on his lap, close enough to still kiss him but not letting him touch yet, letting him cry into your neck when he finally cums all over your hand.

He’s so loud and whiny, it almost sounds like he’s singing until his voice cracks.

Someone mentioned this on his nsfw list, and I had to mention it here, he has a slight oral fixation and needs access to your chest while you ride him, sucking and biting hard enough to leave marks(which he says he’s sorry for, but you know he isn’t really)

Lowkey masochistic and enjoys punishments, loving when you mark and scratch him up, or edge him till he cries.

But what he really loves when you just ride him soft and slow, moving just fast enough to make him needy, but not letting him cum, edging you both till he’s desperate and pleading to cum.

Yoongi:

Turns into the sweetest, vulnerable little kitten. You can always tell when he’s feeling subby from the way he buries his face in your chest or your neck, in both sexual and nonsexual situations. He's just so soft and just wants to be taken care of(pls protect him🥺)

So fucking whiny, but he tries to muffle them, biting his lip and scrunching his face up so hard, he almost looks in pain(until you bite/suck the sweet spot on his neck and he just starts wailing).

Prefers things to be half kinky, half vanilla(the vanilla stuff is always what makes him cum tho)

Like, he enjoys when you’re mean and tease him, but he really can’t handle much degradation, so it needs to be combined with a lot of sweet words and kisses.

Cries so prettily when you peg/breed him.

Is slightly embarrassed at how quickly he cums from thigh riding, hiding his face in your neck as his hips stutter against you.

Needs a fair bit of aftercare to ground him and help him come back down, mainly just sitting and holding each other.

Hobi:

Ooh the range of this boy😍, he's always so bright and eager, and tries so hard to be a good boy it’s almost painful, how could you not reward him?🥺

Loves it when you’re rough with him, wanting you to slap, scratch, mark, and degrade him, etc. He’ll take it all with a smile.

Tie him up and and tease him by making him watch while you touch yourself, his poor cock twitching and leaking with every noise you make(he may have broken a chair from pulling so hard on his restraints)

Absolutely melts tho when you’re soft with him, holding his hands while you ride him, caressing his arms and chest while leaving kisses all over his face.

Loves it when you edge and overstimulate him.

Needs lots of cuddles and praise afterwards, usually falls asleep on your chest.

He's just so cute and needy, literally everything you do turns him on. You’re cuddling? He’s hard. Dancing around the kitchen? Hard. Folding laundry? Hard.

Loves when you do extra little things to take care him or buy him lil gifts, it makes him feel special and appreciated!

Namjoon:

Honestly, it takes so much work for him to let go and fall into a sub headspace, but once he does, he turns into such a clingy baby.

Like normally he looks kinda intimidating, but deep down he’s just a giant teddy bear.

You’re gonna need the cuffs for this one, for multiple reasons.

He gets so impatient sometimes and almost involuntarily tries to take over, bucking up into you or gripping your hands/hips to guide your movements.

He literally has to have his hands on you at all times, whether that grasping at your waist hips, groping your chest, or just holding your hands(not letting him touch you in one the biggest punishments for him)

Will actually beg to taste you or for you to ride his face, like he needs to be between your thighs, however brief it may be, or he’ll sulk.

As vocal as he is when he doms, he goes almost non-verbal when he’s really in sub-space, only letting out little whimpers and whines of your name.

Actually prefers looking after you during aftercare to help him come down, needs a fair bit of reassurance afterwards. “Did I do good?”(of course you did, you djehfksjdkwjf)

Jimin:

The best behaved boy. Choke him, cuff him, blindfold him, he’ll take whatever you give him and say thank you🥺

Not exactly a brat, but he can’t resist making sassy little comments to rile you up sometimes when he wants to be punished.

On the flip side, he’s very much a people pleaser and has a massive praise kink, so he needs to hear that he’s doing good and making you happy.(could probably cum untouched from just you petting and praising him)

Lets out the prettiest whines and moans when you ride or peg him

Loves dressing up for you, whether in pretty little lingerie pieces, or a shirt/outfit in your favorite color for date night.

Lowkey sugarbaby vibes. He gets so blushy and smiley when you buy him lil gifts like jewelry or accessories and always makes sure to wear them for you cause he’s your pretty little baby.

Has a slight oral fixation and tends to fall asleep while sucking on your chest, fingers, or even your neck.

Taehyung:

Puppy. Just an absolute puppy, like actually call him that pls, he will dissolve.

He is slightly into petplay, but nothing too extreme, mainly just a pretty collar for you to pull him around by or to hold onto while he rides your strap-on.

Definitely has his bratty moments every now and then, but he really can’t handle a lot of punishment, so he’s always super apologetic.

Lowkey voyeuristic, loves the idea of someone seeing or overhearing the two of you together and just how much of a mess you make him.

Dresses up for you, whether that’s lingerie or just a sweater you really like on him(tho he will come to you wearing nothing but that, like a reverse of the ‘wearing their shirt’ thing)

He's surprisingly good at keeping edged and overstimulated, so he can handle and actually really likes long, drawn out handjobs.

Really likes non-sexual shows of dominance from you. Like when you treat him to meals/drinks, or hold onto him to guide him around, it makes him feel cared for.😊

Jungkook:

Right on the line between good boy and brat. He likes to run his mouth and challenge you, but once you start doling out punishments, he turns into the softest baby. “I’m sorry Jagi, I’ll be good, I promise. Please still let me cum!”🥺

Super unsubtle and touchy when he’s in a subby mood(tho, he’s not exactly subtle the rest of the time either, so), kneading your hips as he grinds against you, pleading softly for you to please come help take care of his ‘problem’.

So fucking squirmy, he can’t keep still even if he tried, hips bucking and twitching involuntarily with every little touch.

He’s just soo sensitive and cums super fast whenever he subs.

He’s very middle ground on kinks and everything. He likes a lot of the harder stuff like bondage and degradation, but he needs some softer treatment mixed in and a lot of aftercare to balance out or else he’ll feel bad.

He actually really loves it tho when you make him cry from teasing and overstimulation.

Lowkey loves when you look after him in non sexual ways, making sure he’s alright and letting your protective side show through.

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