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[ryuksbathsaltedapples]

High honor Arthur Morgan x younger reader

Ch 1 abt 3k words

Cw: older man younger woman, NO ACTUAL SEX yet 😏, eventual smut, FEM READER, shy and awkward reader, Arthur is a flirt 💪, masturbation, and believe that’s it nothing much

Author note: this is like the first BIG fic I’ve ever written💀 so if it’s a bit scratchy let me know! Would love to have feedback on what I can do to make my writing better. On another note I’ve only played about 1/4 of the actual game so far, so if this is not an accurate depiction of high honor Arthur let me know, just Spoiler Free!! But I will adjust his personality to make it as cannon as possible. Oh and suggestions for the next part would be great! Brain frog man, craziness

|Arthur finds a girl who needs help with her dog, little did this girl know he was gonna be like a parasite in her brain!|

Arthur was a tough a man, a man who’s killed, robbed, and hurt. But, he does have some morals and values in life, despite what others might think. He’d lived a hard life, 36 years of living and many of them running with the Van der Linde gang, but he trusted the people, trusted Dutch, and he’d never turn his back on them.

One morning while it was a bit cooler, a cold prickly brisk in the air hitting his face as he rode his horse, he saw a girl. He didn’t think much about it, just some young lady out for a stroll, that was until the young lady started calling for him. “Sir! Please! I-i need some help!” Her voice rang out in a pitch clearly distressed. On a bad day, he wouldn’t have tuned around, on an okay day he’d probably would’ve stopped, but today was a good day. So Arthur thought ‘what the hell’ and turned around riding his horse up to the young lady.

“What’s the problem miss?” He said his deep southern voice ringing out, the calmness in his tone widely different from the thin nature of hers. “M-My dog he’s…Jesus he’s fallen in a hole I can’t get him out…! I promise I’m not lying pleas help me!” Her voice rang thin again, he could see the red teary stains around her eyes, and even though apart of him felt suspicious he decided to believe her (besides if it was a trap, he could make it out unscathed easily). “Okay okay, tell me where the dog’s at?” He stated clearly trying to get the girl to calm down, he watched intently as she wiped her eyes and took some deep breaths. “He’s over there…, I tried pulling him out, but..damnit I can’t! He’s to heavy for me…” defeat and embarrassment rang through her voice as she spoke, clearly upset at her failed attempt. Arthur got off his horse and waved his hand, at this the girl started walking towards her big o’l dog.

“He’s in there…” the girl said quietly. The hole was deep and the dog, well being a dog was digging and running around all in it, clearly not as stressed about the situation as his owner was, Arthur sighed a little, realizing he’s about to have to either get in the hole with the dog or fight to get it out “your pup better be a good o’l companion for this…” he said in a slight exasperated laugh as he slowly crawled into the hole, the lady above not responding to his comment. The hole itself was most likely formed by an old cave in, a failed well hole at the looks of it eroded by time. Once Arthur was fully in the dog immediately ran to him sniffing his shoes and pants, its long tail wagging hard.

“He’s a good dog…! Just a bit…well stupid” she said a slight giggle falling over her voice as she spoke tiredly. Arthur took in the smelly big o’l animal, covered in dirt with a stocky build, a large black lab with a very dumb glint in its eyes “well, let’s see if I can get him out”. Once the dog had calmed down a bit he slowly wrapped his arms around the dogs flappy stomach lifting it up. With Arthur’s height he was able to push the dog up enough for the young lady to grab it, the dog crawling out to freedom; as Arthur himself climbed out of the hole he couldn’t help but smirk a bit at the sounds of her scolding the dog.

“Oh you stupid thing! Making me get all dirty and tired! And then forcing me to have to drag some poor soul to get you out!”. “Oh it ain’t no problem, he’s just testing your love” Arthur chuckled whipping some of the dirt off his jacket and pants. He couldn’t help but notice the slight blush on the young lady’s cheeks as she looked to him, she smiled a little as she spoke “..thank you sir, you’re a good person..w-what’s your name?” Her voice ranged shy, something he did not miss. “Arthur Morgan, and yours missy?” he spoke smiling at her, “it’s Y/N”

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Weeks have gone by since you first met the handsome stranger. You weren’t expecting to think about someone who just helped get your dog out of a hole so much, but here you where in your room combing your hair out thinking about his smile, his hair, and his nice weathered cowboy hats and coat. Your daydreaming about this almost complete stranger was cut short as your mother walked in to your room. “Welp! Break times over sweetie, we need to get back to work” your mother spoke strongly but nicely as she exited your room.

You took a deep breath and stretched your back before getting off of the bed, and going outside to continue doing chores. It was a day like no other, feed the chickens, water the animals, weed the gardens, things you’ve been doing since you came out the womb. But, today instead of your mind drifting to thoughts about reading or going swimming in the evening, your only thoughts were on that mysterious cowboy….his face wouldn’t leave your mind, his shadowy stubble…., his tough eyes…, his hands…long and thick fingers, calloused by many hard days of work and life…you wondered how they would feel…, maybe in you hands , or….on your body. This time instead of the voice of your mother waking you from your thoughts, it was the prick of a rather thorny weed that made you snap back, you felt a bit embarrassed at yourself, how could you be so dizzy over a man you met once? I mean sure he was nice, respectful, tough, and handsome….But that’s not the point! ‘If I’m ever gonna get anything done I need to clear my big o’l head!’ You thought shaking your face and continuing with your chores.

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Sabbath day, you loved it, sure the preacher could get annoying…, and sometimes some of the church members looked at you weird. But, your chores didn’t have to be done today; thoughts raced as the sermon continued, barely paying attention to what the preacher was preaching as you thought what you would do with such a fine Sunday to yourself thoughts about baking, catching up to a book, maybe even begging your parents to let you ride out on your own for a few hours. These thoughts raced and raced, until the next thing you knew you were walking out of church and heading home, but something of surprise came when you got home. Your father, a very gruff man handed you $8 and told you to spend it on what you wanted: well, now you you knew what you were gonna do.

After eating lunch (very quickly might I add) you headed for town, your plan was simple, get some treats, some new pencils or pastels, and maybe check for a new book. You walked into the general store and said hello’s at the owner before looking around, taking in all of the small candies you might get; it was nice, for once being handed money and spending it on something other then necessities, being able to just do something nice for yourself. As you were looking around you heard the door to the shop open, you payed it no mind and kept looking around, trying to think about which sweet was worth the amount of money and what you would have left for other things. Once you picked out the candy you wanted you moved to the small art booking section, filled with the very basics and nothing more.

Looking around you heard a voice “excuse me missy, but I need to grab that” the voice was deep and relaxed, and it caught you off guard as you saw a tough hand pointing to some lead pencils. You turned your head to the man and your eyes immediately widen, the handsome face of the cowboy looking back at you, you couldn’t help but blush immediately feeling very awkward not expecting to ever see that man again. As you stepped over a bit so he could grab the pencils he looked at you again, his serious blue eyes scanning your face, it made you feel a bit nervous “hey…you’re the young lady with the dog!, thought I recognized such a pretty face” he smiled politely at you “y/n right?”. You nodded your head fast as you looked at him, Jesus, marry, and Joseph you could have fainted then and there, maybe it could have been like a romance, him capturing you in his arms…taking you on a romantic ride….kissing all over you… “I-I want to thank you again sir! For getting my dog out, you saved me a lot of trouble mr…Arthur?” You spoke tumbling your words out as you looked at him, standing so close you could really see how large he was, much taller then you, and obviously more muscular.

You felt like a train being derailed almost completely forgetting where you were or what you were doing, that was until he spoke again “well, don’t worry about it, feels good to help young things like you. I remember what it was like at that age, always needing help with something before you get it down” your mind raced as you saw him walking to the counter ending the conversation, you couldn’t just let him end it right here??! So you spoke again following behind him slightly, thinking of the only thing you can do for the man “hey…if you like pies or breads I-I’d like to give you some, I mean as a thanks for helping me, I’ll bake anything you like!” Arthur looked at your for a second taking in the offer, then he spoke cracking his neck as he did “well why not? Haven’t had a good apple pie in.., well a while, besides free food is free food!” He smiled at you as he payed for his things, and oh lord, that smile, maybe you should’ve stayed in church all day with the thoughts swirling in your head. You told him where you lived and to meet you there tomorrow afternoon and he agreed before exiting the store, outside the window you could see him talking to an older gentleman who pointed inside as he spoke to Arthur. Suddenly you felt very embarrassed.

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You went to sleep early that night unusual for you were known to stay up a bit later to have time to yourself, but the thought of seeing that cowboy tomorrow made you want the day to come sooner. You woke up early that morning and immediately went to go look in the ice box to see if there were any apples left, luckily you found a few and as you were bringing them to the kitchen your mother noticed, and was asking why in the world you were baking now? You stumbled through an explanation about how you were thanking the man who helped you with your dog, your mother eventually backed down but she still seemed a bit upset at the idea of some strange man coming to see her daughter, but she figured it was just a curtsy for him helping you. You baked the pie as fast as you could while also keeping it well, once you were done you hurried outside to catch up on chores you missed while baking.

It felt like hours upon hours of waiting for Arthur to arrive, but eventually around 1pm he did, you saw his horse riding up to your humble estate and you tried to fix yourself as best as you could before greeting him. You walked him inside and your mother walked into the kitchen staring down the man very intently, looking him over and judging his appearance. “Hello Mrs….?” He trailed waiting for your mother to answer “L/N, Mrs L/N. I heard you helped my daughter get our dog unstuck?” She said curtly never taking her eyes off the man “yes, just doing what I can to help. Quite a beautiful estate you have” he spoke warmly trying to defuse the tense air. You stood there quite awkward as your mother interrogated Arthur, but you kept yourself busy as you pulled out a plate for him and yourself and began to prep the pie, “…mom do you want any..?” You spoke quietly looking at your mother who was finally starting to loosen to the cowboy “not right now dear, I’m going to sort the vegetables, I’ll have some after dinner” she said as she left to go drag in a box of recent vegetables grown.

You made Arthur a plate and he sat down at the table taking in the atmosphere of your home, you felt nervous as you put his plate on table before making your own and sitting down. You watched him take a a few bites and a very pleased look spread across his face, “well I haven’t had many, but this is probably one of the best apple pies I’ve had” he said smiling at you clearly making himself comfortable in your home. Your face flushed red and you smiled at him “thank you…I try my best” your voice shy as you ate your own serving. Your mother came back into the house and started sorting and washing the vegetables Yall would keep in the sink; you continued to talk to Arthur, shyly asking about his life, you noticed his answers were rather vague but you didn’t want to push him. From what you could gather he really was just some Cowboy, taking odd jobs and exploring this part of America looking for the next big thing.

After talking causally to him for a while you began to lighten up a bit relaxing some, your mother walked back out of the house and once she was away you were shocked to see Arthur lean over the table a bit staring at you. “You’re quite a sight Miss y/n, always nice to see pretty young ladies like you, especially if they’re making me pies” he chuckled lightheartedly giving you a nice smirk. If you weren’t mistaken you believed you just felt your whole body pulse, suddenly you felt very hot and you could barely make eye contact with the man your whole face covered in blush. “Thank you…” you spoke out quietly voice a squeak as you felt a tingle in your legs. You heard him chuckle at your embarrassed demeanor his face lit up with a dangerous charm. After a few moments your mother came back into the house and shortly after Arthur left thanking you for the hospitality.

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Later that night you had gotten ready for bed, cleaned yourself off and put on your nightgown. You laid down and warmed up underneath the covers, closing your eyes and getting comfortable, but immediately thoughts about Arthur clouded your brain, the words he spoke to you making you feel hot and sensitive. Images of his face…his hands…, Jesus his hands, his long thick callused fingers, you couldn’t stop thinking about them. And then something even worse came to mind, books your mother would have burned if she caught you reading them flashed in your head, stories of damsels and their knights in shining armor, but it was more than that… You kept thinking about those certain chapters…were the knight would slowly undress the damsel, kiss from the top of their head down to their stomach…going further and further till they reach their cunt, kissing them along their other lips….fondling their chest.

You couldn’t take it anymore, your whole body felt on fire as you kept thinking about such sinful things, so to ease the tension in your body you slowly started fondling yourself, gently pinching your nipples letting out soft quiet moans and mewls, your breast felt soft in your hands and the feeling of your nipples hardening from the touches made you feel wetter. After a bit of teasing your now perky nipples you traced you hands slowly down to your own cunt, slowly rubbing your now very wet slit, trying to keep your moans low as you rubbed your wet clit, your pussy hot and sensitive. You slowly plunged your fingers into your sopping hole pushing them in and out till your legs started to shake and your back started to arch, the wet squelching sounds of your tight pussy echoing across the walls.

One hand using fingers to fuck yourself, the other hand using your fingers to rub your very needy and inflamed clit, you couldn’t help the quiet moans and whines coming out of your mouth, as your fingers kept moving inside you trying to touch those spots that made you cry out. You kept this up for a while, getting more and more worked up, but no matter how much you bucked your hips, no matter how much you rubbed yourself you just couldn’t cum, you would get so close to the edge just for it to slowly dissipate. Eventually your arms started to feel tired and so did you, so with some aggravated whines you tuned over and went to sleep, pussy still wet and needy.

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I feel off. A Mammon x Gn reader fanfic

Tags: fluff. gender neutral reader. some suggestive themes. overstimulated reader (not in that way pervert🤨). best Mammon is worried Mammon. honestly just self indulgent fluff. 1k words

Desc: Some days are just hard, be it your clothes feel of and itchy or the simple act of breathing just tugs at your skin, but luckily you always have a Mammon.

It was an average day, or at least it should have been. I mean it’s not like anything was particularly wrong but everything just felt off; between the feeling of your shoes being to tight, your tongue not fitting in your mouth, your whole body feeling unbalanced, and your clothes feeling itchy. It just built up over time until it was unbearable. When you where eventually able to go back to the House of Lamentation you quickly entered, your only goal was to just lay in your bed and worry about any chores later.

Lucifer being the most observant of the seven brothers, and noticing your unusual behavior asked. “Mc are you alright? You seem off today is something wrong.”

You simply answered with a sentence everyone has said when they don’t feel like facing the problem.“Yeah I’m fine, just tired.” And you gave a weak smile.

He looked at you with a face that questioned, but words that did not. “Ok then, make sure you rest up. Luckily you won’t have to deal with Mammon he isn’t going to be home for a little while.” And with that he continued on with what he was doing beforehand.

You hurried to your bedroom wishing to just be in silence and away from everything. When you arrived you closed your door, dropped your bags, slipped out of your shoes, and went straight to go lay in your bed. The mattress felt soft but unbalanced, as if you were falling into it. You let out a sigh of frustration thinking to yourself that nothing felt right this day, everything just felt wrong, and you just couldn’t handle it anymore. You twist and turned trying to make yourself comfortable but it just felt impossible. You eventually admitted defeat and just laid there, alone, and uncomfortable.

Some time passed but you had no clue how long the only thing you knew was the fact that the kitchen sounded like a war zone, you could definitely hear Beel and what sounded like Levi, but you couldn’t tell what they were arguing about, if it was that at all. All you knew was that it was driving you crazy and it only got worse as you heard more voices pop into the conversation.

The everything feeling like to much ramped up from an eight to a ten, every sound was ringing in your ears, and everything felt itchy and almost burning. It just got to a point where it was to much, you don’t know why it was to much just that it was. Tears fell down your cheeks as you laid there, and the sensation of the fluid dripping down your skin certainly did not help, you just silently wept as your whole body felt like to much at once.

The knock on the door nearly killed you, it was like your skin physically jumped and you panicked as you wiped away your tears. The person who had nocked, and was now entering your bedroom was none other then Mammon, probably the worst person to cry in front of as he never let you just cry alone.

He looked at you with confused eyes as he took in the scene. “Mc are you cryin’? Did something happen?!” His face turned to worry as he walked towards your bed. “Because if someone hurt you I will gladly hurt em back!”

Trying to catch your words so they wouldn’t come out broken you spoke. “No no one hurt me I’m fine.” You took in a deep breath trying to calm yourself from your embarrassment. “I’ve just had a bad day today, it’s hard to explain.”

His eyes were laced with worry as he talked. “Do you wanna talk about it? Do you think that would help?” After he spoke he sat down beside you.

You stared away from him as you answered. “I don’t know I just feel off.” You could feel your throat burning and more tears streaming down your face.

In a quite ballsy move he brought his hand to your cheek and rubbed away some of your tears. “Do you think I could do anything to help! I hate seeing you cry.” He flashed you a kind smile.

Now it wasn’t just your throat that was burning unbearably. “I- I honestly don’t know.”

Mammon looked at you with kind eyes and spoke. “Well how about we try something anyways. Lay down won’t ya.” And with that he laid down and you followed.

His face was facing yours as you laid down, still with his hand on your cheek. “You know I hate seeing you cry, but man no matter what your still a beaut.” His eyes gave you such a loving look as he spoke. And you simply did not answer, only looking away in embarrassment.

His hand swept from your cheek to your chin, tilting it until you were looking at him, and you noticed his gaze towards your lips. “If the beauty in front of me wouldn’ mind, may I please take a kiss.” He said with a sly smile.

You nodded and said softly. “Yes, please.” And with that his lips met yours, the kiss started out small but it slowly developed into something heavier. His hands drifted to your thighs as he felt them up, going from the kneecap to the point were your hips meet you legs. You hummed into his mouth at the action, and just as you were starting to move your hips into him the sound of Beel loudly saying “Finally!” Interrupted the moment.

You both pulled back catching your breaths. He looked at you with a face covered in blush and spoke. “Well I’m guessin’ dinners ready, we’ll have to continue this some other time.”

And as he started to get up you grabbed his hand and told him. “Thank you I needed that.”

He simply looked back and said. “No problem! I really do hate seeing you cry.”

[ryuksbathsaltedapples]

Silent Nights, a Shigaraki x reader

Ok so like this is the first fic I’ve ever written so just don’t expect any grand story here, but anyways I’m really proud of it. | >=•/\•=|> (Ps. Sorry if my little homemade emoji looks cringe I refuse to use a actual emoji.)

(Tags) fluff, Shigaraki x reader, Shigaraki x gn reader, like I mean so gender neutral that pronouns for the user aren‘t used ONCE, honestly just soft Shigaraki brain rot

(Desc) Silent nights are lonely and unloving, but you’ve found a way to love them, of course all thanks to him.

Most people don’t like silent nights, nights without noise, void of any sound, not even a fan or wind, just laying there hearing the break of emptiness and infinity. It’s unsettling, being alone with your thoughts, the only noise coming from your brain buzzing as it sends signals back and forth. You used to hate it, but it’s almost become lovable, thanks of corse to the fact your not spending them alone anymore. It’s nice, having the only other noise in the room come from him, soft breaths, the gentle heartbeat against you, you wouldn’t trade it for the world. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ * ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shigaraki’s been visiting you about four times a month, and he’s only been visiting for about three, most of the time he comes over asking and looking for physical and emotional attention, he treats you like some form of rehab, rehab for what? You don’t know, but looking at the scars and bruises on his body, the cold, scarlet, and tired eyes dressing his face, your guessing it’s nothing good, not like it matters your to far deep to let go of him now.

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So here you are now laying on your back, on your bed, with Shigaraki laying his head on your chest, it’s calming. He has stages, his eyes will go from closed, to half open, to fully opened staring out the window. It’s usually like this, quite barely any talking, just touch, it’s fine nothings bad about it, but you want something different, something a little more. While your thinking you feel him shuffle a little bit for comfort, and then. Boom you know what you want, you breath in a little bit and, “Shiggy.” you feel him tilt his head up a bit signaling that he’s listening. “Could you sit up real quick.” you say softly, only slightly above a whisper. You hear him sigh quietly as he sits up, and you follow after him, you look at his face, his eyes are more tired looking then usual, he told you he was having trouble sleeping, saying that he felt constantly sick and weird, you explained to him that he was most likely feeling the after effects of high stress, he wanted to deny that, but instead he just stayed silent: You move forward a bit to get closer, he gives you an expression that says “what are you doing?“, you of course know exactly what your doing. You place one of your hands on his lower thigh and the other to the side of his face, cupping it, you look to his face to see a faint blush on his cheeks and a slightly anxious look in his eyes. You move your face closer, until your staring into his scarlet eyes, you always forget how tragic they look, and yet you don’t wanna stop staring at them, that is until you move enough to finally do what you were thinking of, he freezes up a bit not knowing what to do. You find it kinda funny how he freezes up, its not like your bitting him, it’s a gentle softhearted kiss, that you deepen slowly over a couple seconds. He finally shows some sign that he’s living, the sign being that he reciprocates the kiss and carefully holds your hand thats on his face, the kiss deepens into something more passionate, something breathtaking, literally. You both pull apart from the kiss and your met with a not so faint, piercing blush on his cheeks, he takes a deep breath that comes out as a satisfied sigh. “Thank you Y/n.”.