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[maebelmelee]

Hungry

This work is 18 + / MDNI!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“john—please—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“goddamn,” he groans. “look at you.”

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

you both moan; loud, filthy, breathless.

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

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

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

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

he’s losing his mind.

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

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

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

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

“john, i’m gonna—fuck—”

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

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

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

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

he kisses your temple, lazily.

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

[maebelmelee]

[maebelmelee]

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

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

thank you!! 🥰

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

Sweet Man / Arthur Morgan x Female Reader

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

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

"Darlin'- Oh, please-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Makes me wanna ride you red, Arthur."

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

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

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

"Darlin', I'm-"

"Let go for me, Arthur."

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

"Tha's it, Arthur, yes-"

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

"Fuck-"

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

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

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

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

"Thank you, darlin'."

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

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

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[maebelmelee]

hayloft

content • john marston, fem!reader, fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

he exhales shakily, forehead resting against yours.

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

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

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

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

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

[maebelmelee]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

but he doesn’t stop. he never stops.

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

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

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

“say that again,” he pants.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

for a long moment, neither of you move.

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

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

you nod, already aching for more.

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

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Blushing Spurs Directory • maebelmelee / autrytonic

Blurb • In the dying days of the Wild West, Kimberly Autry rides with the Van der Linde gang-a woman with a past as tangled as the outlaws she calls family. As Dutch's grand plans unravel, Kimberly finds solace in Arthur Morgan, a gunslinger battling his own doubts about the life they lead. But with betrayal festering in the ranks and the law closing in, love may not be enough to outrun the bloodshed that awaits them.

New chapters posted every Monday night.

Ch. 1 ♤ //

New chapters posted every Tuesday night.

Ch. 1 ♤ (under construction)

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[maebelmelee]

Okay... who would like to be on a taglist for this series? I'll work on getting it published to ao3 this week with reminders on Tumblr :)

I am wanting to rerelease my Arthur x OC fan fiction series, but have been considering changing the order of their releases.

There is the main book, which is the main storyline between Arthur and the OC, including the birth of their child, Viola, and the demise of the gang. (Blushing Spurs)

Then, we have a sequel piece that follows Jack Marston and Viola Morgan throughout their childhood together and their being reunited as adults and following them throughout the early 1920s. There is very minimal references back to the first book. (No Honor Among Thieves)

Should I just release them chronologically??? Am I overthinking this??? Probably lol.

I'll let you decide.

[maebelmelee]

Hi friends!!! I am now on discord— please come chat me up! Let's talk OCs, fan casts, canons, etc! I'd love to get to know my mutuals and followers :D

Username : maebelmelee

[maebelmelee]

I need you so bad, John!!!!!

[maebelmelee]

I wouldn't have lasted 5 minutes in the VDL gang before I'd say some stupid shit.

John and Arthur would start arguing, and I'd interject with "Fellas, fellas! Why don't we all calm down, take off our clothes, and kiss each other?"

No? Just me? Alright lol.

[maebelmelee]

I am wanting to rerelease my Arthur x OC fan fiction series, but have been considering changing the order of their releases.

There is the main book, which is the main storyline between Arthur and the OC, including the birth of their child, Viola, and the demise of the gang. (Blushing Spurs)

Then, we have a sequel piece that follows Jack Marston and Viola Morgan throughout their childhood together and their being reunited as adults and following them throughout the early 1920s. There is very minimal references back to the first book. (No Honor Among Thieves)

Should I just release them chronologically??? Am I overthinking this??? Probably lol.

I'll let you decide.

[maebelmelee]

Yes, my requests are open— I just take forever to fulfill them ;;-;;

[maebelmelee]

Haiiii can I get some uhhhh modern Paytah headcannons??? If he’s too niche of a character to write for that’s fine lol

I love me some Paytah 😏 He is soooo underappreciated and I love him. Anyways, here's some headcanons below the cut!

18+ / MDNI

Modern!AU Paytah Headcanons

every day life

□ lives out on the edge of town, somewhere quiet, real green. raised near the rez but splits his time between there and the city now.

□ works with horses and mechanics — got a shop where he fixes up old bikes and trucks, but also helps out at a nearby stable. man smells like leather, grease, cedar smoke, and pine.

□ has long, thick black hair he ties back with a faded bandana. always has rings on his fingers and wears turquoise pieces passed down through his family.

□ usually dressed in worn jeans, boots, tank tops, or flannels with the sleeves rolled. arms covered in traditional ink and newer tattoos — all with meaning, all drawn by someone he trusts.

□ says very little unless he has something to say. calm on the surface but not passive. sharp as hell. that man watches.

□ drives an old truck that rattles but runs like a dream. won’t ever get rid of it, no matter how many times people tell him to.

□nhas a deep, rumbling voice that rarely raises— but when it does, it’s serious.

□ listens to a mix of outlaw country, desert rock, and traditional drumming. his playlist is chaotic in the best way.

□ fiercely loyal. if you’re his, you’re his. and he’ll protect you with teeth.

relationships

□ incredibly tactile when it’s just the two of you. rests his hand on your thigh while driving. tugs you into his lap when you're sitting around. kisses your temple before bed without saying a word.

□ calls you “sweet thing,” “baby,” or just your name in that deep, quiet way that makes it feel heavier. more real.

□ isn’t the type to post about you, but you’re always wearing something of his— a hoodie, a chain, a jacket. that’s his way of claiming you.

□ gets jealous in silence. doesn’t throw a scene. just walks up behind you, stands close, looks a little too calm— and whoever was testing him backs off.

□ keeps mementos. a pressed flower from the first date, a ticket stub, your old bracelet. never makes a big deal of it, but they’re there.

□ you’ll wake up some mornings with him between your thighs and the sun barely up— no warning, just warm fingers and the soft rasp of his voice saying “lemme take care of you.”

nsfw

□ filthy, quiet, and intense in bed. the kind of man who makes you feel worshipped and ruined at the same time.

□ eats pussy like a starved man— slow at first, then downright feral when you start falling apart. arms locked around your thighs, refusing to let you squirm away until you’re sobbing.

□ loves fucking you with his fingers first. watches how your body reacts. memorizes it. the way you clench, the way you moan— it’s like music to him.

□ big on control. he’ll edge you for what feels like hours, murmuring things like, “not yet, baby. not ‘til i say.”

□ obsessed with your ass. palm always resting there. sometimes he’ll just grab you in public, low and possessive, fingers dipping under your waistband.

□ will bend you over anywhere — the hood of his truck, the shower wall, the back of the stable. he’s not shy.

□ grits his teeth when he comes. growls your name. sometimes bites your shoulder to keep quiet.

□ gives the deepest backshots— rough hands on your hips, hips slamming into you slow and devastating, whispering, “look at what you’re takin’.”

□ aftercare king. runs you a bath. lights a candle. holds you while your muscles stop shaking. presses lazy kisses against your shoulder and says, “you’re mine. you hear me?”

♡ taglist;; @photo1030 , @stottlemorgan , @rope-and-ride-me-cowboah , @fxndxm-axg

[maebelmelee]

You know what this is about 🙈

Modern!AU Arthur fingering reader under their skirt while driving HEHEHE

Absolutely 😏 Content below the cut.

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The truck rumbles beneath you, tires humming steady against the cracked asphalt as you and Arthur head home for the day after running errands in town.

The sun’s dipping low behind the hills, painting the windshield gold. Arthur’s got one hand on the wheel, the other resting high on your thigh— innocent enough, until his thumb starts to drag slow circles just beneath the hem of your skirt. You know Arthur well enough that he's up to no good.

You glance over at him, but he doesn’t look back. Just smirks a little, lit cigarette hanging from his lips, knuckles flexing as his fingers creep higher.

“Somethin’ wrong?” he asks, voice low and lazy, like you ain’t already squirming in your seat.

You shake your head. “You’re gonna get us killed.”

“Don’t be dramatic,” he drawls. “I can drive with one hand.”

The blunt pads of his fingers sliding beneath your panties, slow and deliberate. Your breath catches. He hums at the sound, pleased, never taking his eyes off the road as he spreads your legs a little wider with the edge of his hand.

“Damn,” he mutters. “Already wet for me.”

Your hips twitch when his middle finger brushes your clit— a featherlight touch that makes you bite your lip and grab the edge of the seat. He chuckles.

“Skirt ridin’ up like that… what’d you think was gonna happen?”

He circles your clit once, twice, just enough to make your thighs tense, then slips lower, easing a thick finger inside you. The stretch makes your jaw drop. You look over at him, wild-eyed, and he finally meets your gaze; just a flicker before returning to the road with that crooked smirk.

“Shit,” he says. “So fuckin’ tight. Can’t wait to wreck you when we get home.”

But he doesn’t wait. He adds a second finger without warning, and the moan you let out is shameless, high and breathless. You slap a hand over your mouth, heart pounding, pulse between your legs throbbing against the curl of his fingers.

Arthur groans low under his breath. “You makin’ that noise again…” His thumb presses against your clit, circling, rubbing, dragging you closer to the edge while the truck eats up highway miles.

You’re soaked. Every thrust of his fingers pulling slick sounds out of you. Every bump in the road makes you clench around him, desperate for more. His knuckles press hard and deep, and you start rocking into his hand like you’ve lost control of your own body.

“You gonna come for me like this?” he murmurs. “Right here in the truck, skirt bunched up, beggin’ for it like a needy little mess?”

You nod frantically, body shaking, thighs trying to close around his hand. But he just growls and spreads them wider, keeping you open for him.

“That’s it, darlin’. Let go for me. Come all over my fuckin’ fingers.”

You shatter, hips jerking against the seat, biting your own wrist to keep from screaming as pleasure rips through you. Arthur fingers you through it, slow and possessive now, like he’s savoring every damn second of your release.

When your body finally slumps back, trembling and spent, he pulls his fingers out and brings them to his lips— sucks them clean, moaning like he just tasted heaven.

“Hell of a view,” he grins. “But next time, you’re drivin’. ‘Cause I ain’t stoppin’ at just my fingers.”

♡ tags;; @photo1030 , @stottlemorgan , @rope-and-ride-me-cowboah , @fxndxm-axg

[maebelmelee]

thank you for the tag, evie xx

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[maebelmelee]

Before I Break

18 + / MDNI

Content • Arthur Morgan, fem!reader, cunnilingus, edging, LH Arthur if you squint

Author's Note • Can y'all tell I've been on an LH binge lately? Somethin' about a good man going bad makes me stomach knot up somethin' fierce. I hope y'all are enjoying my recent influx of dominant, dark, and passive energy— I have really enjoyed channeling it into my writing! Enjoy, dolls 🤍

You don’t even remember how it started.

Maybe it was the way you looked at him with that longing gaze while rinsing off in the river earlier, or the way your thighs shifted curtly under your skirt at dinner.

Whatever it was, it set something off in Arthur.

Now you’re back in his tent, flat on your back against his cot, wrists pinned above your head by one of his strong hands, your legs spread wide and shaking as he hovers between them—completely clothed, in contrast to your vulnerable state.

“You think I didn’t notice you teasin’ me all damn day?” he growls low, dragging his tongue slow and firm over your inner thigh. “Flashin’ me that little smile like you don’t know what you’re doin’.”

You whimper, already slick and swollen, desperate for friction. He’s barely touched you and you’re already ready to fall apart.

His mouth brushes your clit, just barely—just enough to make your back arch. But then he pulls back again, chuckling as you groan in frustration.

“Aw, not yet,” he says. “You think you get to come just ‘cause you’re drippin’? Nah, darlin’. Not tonight.”

His fingers trail up your slit, featherlight. When he finds your clit again, he rubs it in slow, maddening circles—never quite enough pressure to tip you over.

“You’re already so close, ain’t ya?” he murmurs. “All soaked and twitchy. Poor thing.”

You nod frantically, panting. “Arthur, please—”

“Uh-uh,” he cuts you off, sliding two thick fingers inside of you just as slow as everything else. “You’ll take what I give you. And you’ll wait for it.”

His fingers curl deep, hitting that spot that makes your hips jerk. His palm grinds perfectly against your clit as he builds a steady rhythm—and for a moment, you really think he’s going to finally put you out of your misery.

Your moans pick up, breath hitching, muscles coiling—

And then he stops.

Just pulls out.

You cry out, thighs trembling violently. “No, no, no—Arthur—!”

He slaps your thigh lightly, shushing you with a smirk. “You’re not comin’ till I say so, girl. You understand me?”

You nod desperately, legs kicking uselessly against the cot.

“Good.”

He does it again. And again.

Each time he works you to the edge, reading your body like it’s a map, waiting for the exact second you’re about to crumble— then snatching it away, leaving you gasping and aching and soaked.

“Damn, look at you,” he growls, running his thumb through the slick mess between your thighs. “You’re throbbin’, beggin’, squirming like a bitch in heat.”

You whimper his name, hips bucking up, completely wrecked.

“You ready to beg for it?” he murmurs, hovering just over your mouth now. “Ready to tell me what a needy little thing you are?”

“Yes,” you breathe, tears in your eyes from the frustration. “Please, Arthur, I need it. I need to come so bad it hurts—”

“That’s more like it,” he purrs, voice gravelly with satisfaction. “You just sayin’ that, or you really mean it?”

“I mean it,” you sob, hips rocking against air. “Please, I’ll be good. I’ll do anything—”

He groans, finally releasing your wrists so he can slide back down between your legs. He doesn’t waste another second—his mouth is on your clit, tongue relentless, fingers pumping into you hard and fast now.

The orgasm crashes over you like a wave—blinding, shattering, violent. You scream into the crook of your arm, whole body locking up as your release floods his hand.

“Atta girl,” he growls, still working you through it. “That’s what I wanted. Look at this mess. Look at what I did to you.”

When you finally come down, gasping and limp, he leans up and kisses you—hot and slow.

“Next time,” he whispers against your mouth, “I’m gonna see how many times I can stop you before you break.”

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[maebelmelee]

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please i need more arthur 🤲 cockwarming him would go crazy

FUCK i need this more than you i promise this anon. you are a genius and i love you! i was in need of a little fluff as well so i added some if thats okay :) i hope you enjoy!!

˗ˏˋcockwarming arthur´ˎ˗

falling asleep w/ arthur inside of you — mdni, lowercase intended, f!reader, smut/fluff, mentions of: penetration, blood ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･pls leave reqs!!

the cold air whipped through the tent as arthur came in and you wrapped the fur tighter around you as you laid on the cot. it was a particularly colder day in january, one that provided no reprieve on your tired body. you had been working yourself to your core recently, the lack of food and man power was making it difficult to keep up with everyone's needs — especially with the men having just come back from somewhere, covered in blood and carrying loot.

the second you finished making a small dinner for you and arthur, the tiredness hit you and it was impossible not to fall into the small cot you shared. he finally arrived back to your tent when your drowsy self fell into a light slumber, your eyes opened immediately.

"mmm, hey how was your day?" you ask sleepily, slowly sitting up on the cot. arthur dropped his coat onto a chest near your cot, stretching his heavy arms above his head,

"it was alright, you know how it goes doll" he says coming around the cot to sit on it next to your now laying form. one of his hands comes up to caress your cheek, you actually didn't know how it goes because he refused to tell you the things he did out there, refused to taint you in anyway possible.

your eye brow raised, giving him a knowing look,

"you hurt?" you ask simply, knowing it was futile to ask the real questions.

he gave a light laugh from his chest and a slow nod of his head, his way of saying no injuries. arthur drags his upper body to lay himself across your body, using his elbows to hold himself up to not put his entire weight on you,

"now, why you so tired?" he says huskily, leaving a small kiss to the corner of your mouth. your eyes couldn't help but close at the warm feeling of him so close, the pressure of his body above you feeling like a weighted blanket.

"runnin' round all day, y'know" you say into a yawn, arthur's yawn follows suit,

"come lay" you pull him.

arthur follows without argument, and you turn to lay onto your side as he gets comfortable behind you. his thick arm pulls you into him, holding you tightly to his chest. arthur begins slowly leaving kisses into your neck, soaking in the feeling of your warmth after the dark day he had.

you feel how quickly he hardens behind you, without stimulation, the feeling of you so close making his cock jump and thicken. you press back into him on instinct, cunt heating at the feel of his kisses, hands, and thickening cock.

neither of you have the intention of intercourse, the day taking its toll on both of you. yet your cunt began to leak against your cotton panties,

"lemme feel ya' doll" arthur said in a rasp, the hand wrapping around you coming down to help you lift your gown and move your panties. you felt him lazily remove himself from from his pants, fisting himself a few times before lining up his thick head to your cunt. you let out a blissful sigh at the feeling of his tip running along the seem of your cunt.

"c'mon arthur" you whine quietly, desperate to feel full of him already. after a few more swipes along your glossy slick, you feel the heaviness of his cock slip through your tight walls — the feeling makes the both of you immediately sigh of relief.

arthur dragged his hips to the hilt, feeling the snug of your warm walls around him. that was all the two of you needed as you both settled into a deep calm — the dinner you made long since forgotten.

"tomorrow i gotta' get up early, goin' huntin' " he gruffs out sleepily into your neck, dropping a small kiss to the back of your ear.

"don't wake me up" you reply half awake, and he chuckles behind you causing him to lightly shift inside of you. you lightly whimper as he huffs out, your walls tighten around him.

"careful now" he warns tiredly, nose in your hair. you smiled and moved your head lightly to kiss the hand he had under the pillow you slept on,

"g'night arthur" you whisper into the dark tent, the sound of the cold wind whipping through the dark night. his arms tighten around you protectively, always needing you as close as possible — he wished to soak into your skin if he could.

"g'night sweet girl" he responds, placing two more kisses into your hair. the two of you fall asleep feeling completely at one with each other, completely connected and serene. cockwarming was something you and arthur did occasionally, as a way for both of you to calm down after a long day or a fight — waking up to the feeling of him already inside of you pumping you full of him made your days better.

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