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Arthur Curry x plus size reader

Arthur loves to tease you when you have things to do but you can give it as good as you get

Warnings: nudity, teasing, fluff, implied smut, reader calls Arthur a slut (like we all know he is)

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“Ok so we have dinner with your parents tonight but we’re in charge of drinks and dessert so I was thinking that you could run into town to get a nice bottle of wine while I made a pie. And then oh yummy just so- Arthur!” You looked up from where you had been folding the long overdue laundry only to see your fiancé wander into the bedroom dressed only in a towel that did nothing to hide the way his ‘gift’ swung as he moved. Your thoughts quickly trailed off to a place you had no time to go before you caught yourself.

“What?” He asked but the smirk on his stupid face gave him away. You angrily pointed at him.

“No. This is not happening.” 

Arthur dramatically put his hand on his bare chest like he was offended. “What’s not happening? Dinner? That’s disappointing, I was looking forward to it.” You glared at him.

“Fine, if that’s how we’re playing it.” You sucked your teeth and turned back to the laundry, folding the last remaining shirt and then moving over to the closet. Arthur’s light footfalls followed you, keeping just enough distance to keep you interested. “Tomorrow, I’m meeting up with Lois, and Clark but I really think he just invited himself. He’s got some serious fomo.”

Your fiancé reached around you and plucked up a pair of underwear from his pile as you were putting everything away. You fought the urge to look back at him, knowing that if you did, you would just be giving him what he wanted. You cleared your throat and kept talking. “So you’re welcome to come along if you want, I doubt Clark will want to listen to me and his wife having girl talk.”

There came a muffled thud from behind you, and out of the corner of your eye, you caught sight of his white towel now a heap on the floor. You could vaguely see his naked legs out of your peripheral vision, you were tempted, dear god were you tempted to just look up a couple more inches. Your grip on the now empty laundry basket got tighter. “And um, your mom wanted to go wedding dress shopping this weekend but- fuck.” 

You made the mistake of turning around once you believed it was safe but instead you were met with the glorious view of Arthur’s mostly naked tattooed body, wearing only the tightest, smallest boxers you had ever seen. That bastard knew you were close to breaking.

“Out!” He actually jumped at your outburst. “Go on get! We absolutely cannot be late tonight and I cannot show up to your parents’ house smelling like sex. So go get a bottle of wine, a nice one, and leave me alone until we have to go.” Looking like a kicked puppy, Arthur whined and left the room, shooting you a sad look over his shoulder.

You huffed. “And put on some clothes you slut!”

Arthur had homework, and as pathetic as that sounded, it was resoundingly true. In order to get the Atlantean king more involved in Justice League business, Bruce had given him a stack of files on various villains to read through. Begrudgingly, Arthur had complied, of course with a little motivation from you but Batman didn’t need to know that.

So once a week, he would hole himself up in your little office at the back of the house and study. As soon as the door shut behind him, you set your plan into motion.

Making sure the shower was extra hot, you stepped into the stream of water. You stayed in just long enough to quickly scrub your body in your extra fancy body wash and to make sure you were completely soaked. You grabbed the smallest towel you could find (coincidentally it was the same one Arthur used only three days ago) and wrapped it around yourself as best you could while not completely drying off. Most of your naked body was still visible though, including your entire right side, but it covered just enough that Arthur wouldn’t be suspicious.

The grumbling coming from behind the office door told you all you needed to know. You smothered the smirk on your face behind a concerned expression and quietly entered. His huge figure was hunched over your desk, a large pile of paper in front of him, his unruly hair tied up messily out of his face, exposing the way his nose scrunched in confusion.

“How’s your work going Art?” His shoulders visibly relaxed at the sound of your voice. 

“It’s going,” he responded with a grumble, turning in his seat to face you but froze quickly, “Queenie, what are you wearing?” Playing dumb, you looked down at your scantily covered body, still wet and warm from the shower, then back up to your fiancé.

“Oh I just took a shower, is that a problem?” He furiously shook his head.

“Nope, nada. You take allllll the showers you want lovey.” He looked at you and it seemed like he was about to get up from the desk to attack you but the files caught his eye once more and he deflated. You grinned victoriously. “Except maybe not today,” Arthur winced, “I have a lot of stuff I have to get done.”

“How would me being all wet and steamy be a problem for you my king?” Your voice took on a sultry tone, one you only used in the bedroom and it had an immediate effect on him. His eyes instantly went dark with lust and his fingers curled into a fist.

With a herculean effort, Arthur forced himself to turn away from you and focus back on his work. “This has to get done so can you put on some clothes? I can’t concentrate.” 

“Oh baby, I’m so sorry. Let me get out of your way, I know how important all this is and how you can’t be distracted.” You purred as you walked back to the door, making sure your hips swayed sensually, just the way he liked. “Come find me when you’re done.” And then you dropped the towel.

There was a beat of silence and then.

“Fuck this.” Huge hands were suddenly wrapped around your thick waist and you were spun around, coming face-to-face with the man you had promised to spend your life with. “You are an evil evil woman.” He snarled.

“And yet, I got the King of Atlantis to crack.” You smugly responded.

“Then let me show you what riling up a king gets you.” And Arthur learned that day that you gave as good as you got.

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soft sex with gentle m!dom arthur morgan :((

just imagine him coming home late at night and you’re just not feeling well and he can tell. he approaches you and hugs you from behind

“what’s a’matter, baby?” he’ll ask while pressing his lips to the top of your head

you squirm and then it clicks

“we haven’t uh…. in a while right?” he laughs sheepishly and helps you to your feet and brings you to the bedroom.

he’ll help you strip, praising your body the entire time

“so beautiful, baby… i missed seein’ you like this” he peppers soft kisses all over your soft belly as he slides your clothes off

soon enough he has you seated on his face, his hands digging into the fat of your thighs. your mouth is hanging open in pleasure as your fingers tangle in his hair. his tongue is working fast, nearly making you cum until he stops.

“if you’re gonna cum i want it on my cock” he says sternly before gently guiding you onto the bed.

you stare at his dick, it was hard and dripping pre. he needed you

he lays you down on your belly and gently gropes your ass “this okay, baby?” you nod and he continues

you feel his tip start to prod at your entrance which makes you shudder.

“love you s’much, darlin’… need you s’bad” he mumbles before slowly sliding inside you

he lets out a deep groan, his grip on your asscheek tightens almost painfully which makes you whine

“y’okay?” he stops and releases his grip, gently rubbing circles on your bare flesh. you nod, your fingers gripping the sheets. he smiles softly and continues.

he begins to thrust soft and slow, cooing in your ear as his painfully slow pace continues “doing so good, baby… my favourite girl…” you whine at his brutal pace which makes him chuckle

“you want me to speed up, huh?” he teases before pressing his lips to your neck softly. you whine louder “i know baby, i know. just let me…” he pulls out and flips you onto your back, pressing your legs up to your chest. your stomach folds as your thighs press into it. arthur wastes no time in reinserting himself into you.

you cry out as he reaches deeper parts of you. he can’t hold back anymore. his pace quickens, his hips snapping into yours

you don’t even remembering cumming all you remember is him groaning in pleasure “good girl…. such a good girl”

i am having intense cowboy brainrot mhehehe

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The Gang With a Plus Sized Lover (RDR2 HCs)

What they would be like with a plus sized lover (Headcanons) Mostly gender neutral (mentions of gender in Bill and Micah's) Characters (in the order they appear): Arthur, Charles, Josiah, Micah, Hosea, Dutch, Mary-Beth Warnings: NSFW themes, mentions of fat phobia (mostly in Micah's). This is a little indulgent for me, so please keep that in mind. :) I'm also open to writing for more characters + other scenarios so lmk if you want to see anyone or anything in particular. (Read on AO3 here) Arthur: - God he loves you. Loves the way you’re so soft. You could wrap your whole entire body around him and lay all of your weight on him and it just feels like home. All of his worries melt away. You feel like a could cradling him. His shoulders relax and he feels blissfully warm while holding you and taking in your scent. - When he’s away from you sleeping by himself is almost impossible. His fight or flight is constantly flaring up without your presence and the man can’t sleep for more than an hour at a time. - Arthur’s not shy about scooping you up into his arms or throwing you roughly over his shoulder. He can handle you easily. Your weight has never been an issue for him. If he ever struggles to pick you up (which honestly has never really happened) he sees it as his own personal problem. He needs to make his arms stronger. After throwing around hogtied bounties all day Arthur feels pretty confident when it comes to twirling you around.

- His clothes fit you perfectly. He thought it was cute when his smaller lovers would drown in one of his shirts after a night of love making. But, to be able to wear his clothes EVERYWHERE? And they look so good on you???? When he sees you’re casually wearing one of his shirts for the day it makes his heart pound SO hard. Arthur doesn’t usually care about fashion, but sometimes he buys nice shirts and wears them around so so you’ll steal them. He thinks they’ll suit you better than him and he’s usually right. -Arthur is handsy when he’s feeling needy with his lover. Always in private, of course. He just needs to feel every part of you after being away for so long. Needs to be reassured that you’re really there whenever a traumatic event happens. He loves that there’s just so much of you for him to explore. To worship. It helps ground him in the present. - He really loves touching you. He doesn’t realize it, but you probably do. Something Arthur loves to do is dance with you! Swaying with his hands on your waist, dipping you in his arms, twirling you… He loves the intimacy of dancing with you and watching you giggle whenever you twirl. - He has never met anyone as accepting as you. Arthur’s never thought anything negative about your body but he sure as hell has a lot of insecurities about his own. He’s learned a lot from you about body acceptance and you’re the only person he’s ever been fully comfortable talking about his body with. - Arthur isn’t usually the type to be emotionally vulnerable. When something weighs heavy on his mind or heart he’ll talk about it but never would he let a lover catch him cry. He usually feels too much of a responsibility of being a man or provider. But there’s just something about you… Some nights he crumbles in your arms, sobbing against your softness. - He doesn’t mean to be stereotypical or anything, so when he starts doing this he’s a little shy. Unsure if you’d take offense to it or not. Whenever he goes out on a job or goes into town and spots something yummy he thinks you’d like to eat he’ll always get it for you. - I’m gonna say it… If you have a clothing item Arthur can wear without the others noticing it belongs to you, he will steal it from you. He loves wearing your clothes too, especially when he can smell you on him all day. He just can’t take the teasing from the other fellas. - If he ever catches wind of any comments made about your body or weight Arthur will confront that person with a fiery vengeance. Let’s just say Micah once mysteriously returned to camp with a black eye and wasn’t brave enough to look your way for weeks. -You once opened Arthur’s journal to find sketches of you, your likeness, and your body in beautiful poses. He bashfully apologizes and admits that sometimes you look so ethereal he just can’t get the image of you out of his head. - If you have stretchmarks Arthur makes it his personal mission, every love making session, to kiss every single one of them. Sometimes if you both are laying there naked talking about life, the future, etc. he’ll idly trace them. He finds them very attractive. _____ Charles: - Charles is so picky with people he falls in love with. He’s experienced a lot of… not so great things from other people’s prejudices ,so he’s not one to judge someone based off of how they look. He will sing your praises until the cows come home and defend you if it’s ever needed. He’s a fierce believer that you’re absolutely perfect; body, mind, and soul. - That being said, this man WORSHIPS you in the bedroom. He compliments your beauty, of course, but he prefers to let his hands, mouth, tongue (and cock) do the real talking. Most of the time he doesn’t care about his own needs. If the sun shines through your hair nicely that day or if you just looked cute- Charles immediately makes a mental note to eat you out once you two are alone. - He loves to take his time when he’s hiking. It’s not about who can reach the top first, but about enjoying nature for what it is. Where others might bitch and moan about how they assume you can’t keep up, Charles LOVES going with you. You both spend all the time in the world together. Catching falling leaves in autumn; identifying different wildflowers in spring; watching the elk in winter; and looking for pretty rocks or feathers during the summer months. - Similar to Arthur, Charles can pick you up as if you weigh less than a feather. He likes to tease you by playfully throwing you over his shoulder, pretending he’s kidnapping you. He loves the way it makes you squeal and giggle with delight. - In some ways Charles feels kind of relieved about your weight. He understand it can come with its own set of challenged but he’s seen so many men starve to death. People he’s loved have withered away to nothing once they caught a sickness. He knows it’s probably a false sense of security, but he can’t help but to think your weight might be your saving grace in one of these areas. He knows it sounds bad so he’ll never say it out loud. He’d be beside himself with grief if either of those things ever happen to you. - If he can touch you in some way he will. His hand will always be on your thigh or lacing your fingers together while sitting by the fire. If you go to town with him he’ll always have an arm around you. This surprised you at first because it doesn’t seem like Charles is the PDA type of man. He’s protective of you. He wants everyone to know you chose him as your lover. - Charles feels SO honored to have someone like you. You’re such a natural person. He feels as though people like you are very rare. You two compliment each other perfectly in his opinion. - Imo Charles has a hard time being with very small partners. He’s always afraid of hurting them or crushing them since he’s such a large man. You fit into his arms just right and he knows you can handle him (in more ways than one hehe). _ Saying “My blanket is too small for the both of us… I guess I’ll just have to hold you all night to keep you warm~” instead of buying a blanket bigger than a single size. He gives you the blanket anyway and still holds you. It’s really unnecessary because you want him to hold you regardless of the blanket size but Charles thinks it’s kinda funny. This is the best flirt he’s got, in his opinion. - When he can tell you’re sick of his little joke, Charles disappears for a few days then returns with the most beautiful (and HUGE) bison pelt blanket you’ve ever seen. It’s so big it practically swallows you both up. Charles isn’t one to hunt needlessly, but he knows this was worth it because you both would end up using it for years to come. He still holds you when you sleep but now you have to tell him to get off of you because you’re overheating. _____ Josiah: - I know it’s probably unexpected but I feel like he would literally foam at the mouth for a large lover. - He will ALWAYS be complimenting you, saying the sweetest most romantic things; “You are truly a goddess/god among men, my dear. I mean, look how beautiful you are. Your very presence demands attention.” “My sweet, you were created to be fed grapes and wine at your leisure. To be surrounded by the finest silks money could buy. Oh, how you are nothing short of royalty.” “Your face rivals that of any cherub presented in holy chapels around the world. If priests were to see you they might try to steal you away from me.” - You know those classical paintings that beautifully depict fat women??? He will commission SOOO many paintings of the two of you in that style. “We need to have one for every room in our house! One to put above every fire place, every tea table, and of course the parlor room!” He doesn’t even own a house. What he does with these paintings you have no idea. You did find a small version of one painting in his pocket-watch one time. It was really cute. - He’s a firm believer that you look as if you belong in high society even if that’s the very opposite of how you grew up. He will always beg you to appear on his arm whenever he has to go to Saint Denis. (Or anywhere, honestly. He’s a simp for you.) - Josiah wants you to throw his skinny little ass around. He wants you to sit on his face and break his neck, suffocate him with your ass. He’s ready to get lost in the sauce. He’s definitely the bottom in your relationship. He’ll even call you mommy/daddy if you’re into that. But he definitely has moments where all he wants to do is kiss every inch of you and worship you like a divine being. Especially if you order him to. - You don’t know how he does it, somehow professional tailors always ‘owe him a debt’. It seems as if you’re being fitted for the finest clothes at least once every other week. He loves to dote on you by gifting you the newest fashions they have to offer. - If anyone tries to get information about the gang from him all he does is talk about you. It’s to such an extreme extent that it’s soooo fucking annoying and usually they just let him go because, god damn, they can’t take it anymore. You’re kind of the gang’s saving grace when it comes to his wagging tongue. - Pleading with you for you to get boudoir photos. “Please my dear! Boudoir was made for you!!!” Literally begging you on his knees. - Whenever he disappears for long periods of time he always comes back with an expensive gift. Even if they’re not really your thing he really loves seeing you head to toe in fine (stolen) jewels. _____ Micah: - Micah is the type of man who is outwardly (and loudly) fat phobic but secretly loves to fuck fat people. - If you were his lover… Well, he’d still be fat phobic. I mean, this is Micah we’re talking about. But he’ll make most of his comments about other people and say less and less about you. He doesn’t let go of it entirely. You’re his ‘piggly wiggly’. That’s his idea of a cute nickname. - He will always make public remarks about your weight in a way he thinks is cute/funny? It’s usually very uhhh… questionable. “Let me just hold onto your love handles, sugar.” “Can you hide this in one of your folds for me?” “Uh-oh piggy’s oinkin’ again!” - If you ever get sick of his comments or upset it’s always “Awww c’mere darlin’. You know I’m just messin’ witchu.” while wrapping you up in his arms. - He wouldn’t worship you in the bedroom the way some of the others would. He “prefers a real woman, not some scrawny little starving bitch”. He loves doggy style the most. Loves playing with your ass cheeks. Spreading them and watching his cock vanish inside of you. Occasionally he’ll feel generous and he’ll focus on you more. Usually, if he catches someone else flirting with you or eyeing you he becomes really possessive and takes his frustrations out by fucking your brains out as soon as you’re both alone. - He genuinely finds you very cute and attractive. Micah really doesn’t know what to do with this information. You catch him admiring you whether you’re doing camp chores or robbing a train. - Micah only gives you genuine compliments when he’s really drunk and one else is around. - He would never admit it but he loves to sleep snuggled up to you. He doesn’t sleep often but when he does it’s usually with you. A large soft warm body next to him is just too relaxing for him to resist. -He’ll randomly come up and spank your ass in front of everyone, then he’ll laugh as it jiggles. -But god forbid anyone else around camp makes a comment about your weight. He’ll eat them up real quick. Only he can bully you. ______ Hosea: - Our man Hosea is a lover of love. If you happen to steal his heart after Bessie’s passing he would DIE for you. No, seriously. He will always treat you as an equal to him. Always tend to your needs if there are any. You are the most important person in his world. - Hosea really finds beauty in fat people. He loves curves, softness, warmth. He finds elegance within you. He truly finds your body poetic. Hosea especially loves stretchmarks. Imo he would say the clique “These are your battle scars!” “Your tiger stripes” kinda stuff. But, he would also trace them with curiosity and probably kiss them too. - After a long day he’ll always ask you if you want a massage or a foot rub. When you two have the chance to take a bath together he wants to wash you. He just loves exploring your body and caressing you. - He’s aware that he’s a tiny man. Hosea could never bulk up like the others and how small his clothes are is not lost on him. Sometimes he’ll buy an oversize coat or shirt and wear it around so some of his clothes can fit you. He feels really proud when he notices you steal his coat. However, he knows he can’t get away with doing that often in fear that you might catch on or, god forbid, one of the gang members realizes…. Instead he’ll plop his hat on your head so you can wear that around. He doesn’t want the others to give you a hard time, especially if it’s because of him. - Hosea loves sleeping on your chest. He’ll hold you, kiss you, snuggle you, but there’s a silent agreement between you both that he’s just a little too small (and sickly) to let you sleep on top of him. If he can sleep on your chest??? Catch this man making happy little noises when he’s waking up your arms. - Similar to Trelawny, he loves being seen with you. He also thinks you look as though you belong in high society and so he invites you to come with him when he needs to attend parties. - He makes sure to give you extra compliments whenever you wear new clothes. Hosea wants you to keep your confidence because, in his eyes, you truly look amazing no matter what you choose to wear. “You look stunning, my dear.” “Ah, blessing me with your beauty today?” “Wow! You look amazing. I’m one lucky man.” On the rare occasion he thinks something looks bad on you he’ll gently say “Why don’t we try this on next?” and would suggest another outfit. Then he’ll compliment that outfit so you’ll be happy and change your mind. He could never find it in his heart to be too upfront or rude about it to you. - Cupping your face. Hosea LOVES to cup your round face in his hands whenever he’s wooing you. To stare into your eyes, your soul, and tell you his feelings. You know when he’s having big feelings because it always makes him whirl around and cup your face before he admits to whatever it may be. Usually feelings of intense love for you or fear of losing you. - He dotes on you a lot. He wants to treasure you as much as possible and give you a happy life. After losing Bessie he understands how fragile life and love can be. Hosea will pick-pocket someone just so he could take you out to a nice dinner or rent a fancy room for the night. When Jack tells him about the existence of spaghetti he immediately took you out to a nice spaghetti dinner. _____ Dutch: - Dutch loves a bed warming partner. His favorite thing is when you retire for the night before him and he enters your shared tent to the warmest bed and blankets (and partner) a man could ever dream of. He’s quick to notice your loss of warmth and would wake up immediately if you left. - His comfort place is laying on your chest or thighs while reading. Perferably if he could read his book out-loud to you. - Your waist/back/neck are all points of interest for him. His hand is always on your waist. This is one of the reasons he loves dancing with you. If you’re walking next to him then his hand is placed protectively on the small of your back. When you both have time alone his fingers will trail up and down your neck where he’ll gladly leave kisses or a mark to show the camp you’re his. - I’m gonna be honest, Dutch loves using you in jobs to get intel or to be someone on the inside. It’s not that he has no concern for your safety, but no one would ever assume you’re with Dutch van der Linde’s Boys. You look so sweet and gentle, not like a robber or a thief. Certainly not like an outlaw. You’re perfect. - You find romance novels in his belongings about outlaws and plus sized love interests, though you nor anyone else in the gang have ever caught him reading it. He must be reading it in secret because a few of the page corners are bent so he could find where he left off. - Similar to Hosea, Dutch knows his stature isn’t particularly large. He likes wearing things that are more form fitting. So you don’t feel left out he’d often (conspicuously) place his hat next to you or your belongings for you to ‘steal’. He does the same with his cologne, hoping you’d use it so you’d smell like him. He never says a word, but you catch him placing these things and walking/hopping away like an excited child. He’s not really good at hiding it. He’ll stare at you as if he could silently will you to put on his hat or cologne and would quickly look away whenever you stare back. It’s really cute. The whole camp often watches in amusement. - Whenever someone leaves to go on a job and returns, candy always suddenly appears by your belongings. You have a sneaking suspicion Dutch requests it of his boys. There’s no way Bill of all people would buy you a chocolate bar of his own free will. And if he did Dutch would probably be a little offended by that. - People say Dutch is very charming and good with the ladies. You know this isn’t necessarily true. He’s just blunt and people seem to find that amusing. So when someone asks him why he chose you and Dutch responds with “I like them big” you might feel like dying inside. He means well…. Sort of… _____ Bill: - Bill prefers big. He’s a big man with a big horse, big hat… you catch my drift. It’s honestly not much of a surprise to the other gang members when he starts courting you. Actually, he’s been making flirty passes at you since you first arrived. - Bill somehow becomes shy and blushy whenever he does ANYTHING with you. The others love to make fun of him for this. Honestly it’s very sweet. Holding your hand? Blushing. Feeling you against him? His whole face is bright red right down to his neck. Seeing you naked for the first time? Bill almost dies- - ngl I think Bill will take a page from Micah and give you a nickname based on your weight. His will be a bit more tasteful. Only a bit. Your nickname might be Butterball, Fudge ball, Snowball, ect. If you don’t like being called something of this variety he’ll stop quickly. He really does love snuggling up to you cooing “My little snowball” with heart eyes though! - If his shirts aren’t big on you he sees this as a personal challenge to get bulkier/bigger. When his shirts are big on you he feels such a sense of pride that his partner is wearing his shirt and it’s big on you!!!! Whenever he catches you in one of his flannels it both melts his heart and makes him incredibly horny! Probably about 50% of the time it ends in sex. - Bill really likes to think ‘save a horse ride a cowboy’ is about him!!! He LOVES the cowgirl position and works out his hips and thighs to make sure you can ride easily on his lap. When you’re tired he loves to buck into you. Despite your size he can thrust up into you and move you with little effort. - 2 words…. Food kink. Either him eating food off of you or you eating food off of him. -Bill wants to be bigger than you. So he can scoop you up easily. When you’re next to him you look small in size. During the night if he’s cuddling with you he envelopes your whole body. - He owns a work horse for a reason. Horse rides to see the sunset is something he loves to do. He knows his horse can go long distances with both of you on its back. He prefers you to sit in front of him so he can wrap his arms around you while you ride off. Once you find some place beautiful to watch the sun disappear he’ll kiss your hair and neck, whispering to you how beautiful he thinks you are or how lucky he is to have you. - Though he is not the most educated of the bunch he has written poems for you about your curves and your beauty. Javier finds one and turns it into a song so he could embarrass Bill in front of everyone. However, he keeps it tasteful on your behalf so it doesn’t embarrass you the way it does your lover. _____ Mary-Beth: - Mary-Beth finds your size sooooo romantic! She easily daydreams of you as a lost king/queen from a far away kingdom. Or a secret member of a royal family. Sometimes she thinks of you as an adventurous mer-person. She’s written stories and enthralling tales of the two of you together in many different fantasy settings. - Arthur doesn’t really use his camera so she begs to borrow it. Mary-Beth can be quite handy when she wants to be. She ‘borrows’ fancy clothes and jewelry around town so the both of you can dress up and have a photo shoot. Somehow she enlists Karen to taking saucy photos of you both. You guys have the time of your lives! Later on those pictures are lovingly placed in a photo album for safe keeping. - She tries to draw you, she really does. She loves all of your curves, stretchmarks and rolls. Wishes she could capture your likeness. But it turns out kind of funny. You both laugh and enjoy the picture anyway. - During sex she’s very curious. Mary-Beth is shy but she also wants you to feel as amazing as she sees you. The only way to do this, in her opinion, is to touch and kiss every inch of you. She describes parts of you poetically as she goes along so you can understand her thoughts. - Mary-Beth steals your clothes all the time! Whenever you can’t find something she’s probably wearing it. Karen or Tilly will tease her about it but all Mary-Beth does is gush about how she LOVES wearing your clothing. It’s so comfy and romantic to her! - You’re so soft! She’s always trying to sit in your lap or plop on top of you – giggling all the while. - During nights where she’s feeling particularly stressed or upset about something she’ll come to your bed sniffling “Please, can you just hold me awhile?” and would climb into bed with you while clinging to you. You bring her great comfort and she thinks you give the best hugs out of everyone. - While she is sweet there’s also sometimes a wicked streak in her. There’s been a few moments where she loves to start making out with you in front of a group of men while Karen or Lenny pick-pockets them. You two sure know how to draw a crowd. However, you’ve only done this a few times.

[strayrockette]

Give Me Peace Over War

Next Part

Summary: A young girl struggles to accept her new reality and attempts to find a way out by any means necessary.

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x oc

Trigger Warning: Mentions of death, suicide, and feelings of depression. A gun also appears near the end. Lots of angst. Please do not interact if you are highly sensitive to these topics. Angst is my favorite genre to write so it can get very very heavy.

A/N: The topics mentioned in this story are not light and should be addressed accordingly. If you or a friend have thought about harming yourself please reach out to someone who will help guide you to a better resolution. And please remember that there is always someone who cares about you. Have hope and faith that everything will turn out alright eventually. Things take time and it needs patience and commitment for a better outcome.

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1-800-273-8255

Poem Title: And So To Madness, I descend by Khaëdra 

retrieved from: allpoetry.com

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Prologue

And so to madness I descend

Through these dark days, that never end

The waves come but I can't defend

Perhaps my fate's already penned

My first moment of awareness was capitalized on a birthday party. I was turning four but I did not feel like a young child who was bright-eyed and basking in the bliss of youth. The party raged on but my mind screamed that something was wrong. Smiling faces and gentle hands caressed my cheeks but I did not enjoy their touches nor did I seek them out. Joy turned despair the moment my fragmented mind conjured visions of life too distant from my present moment. Of a life that paralleled my current existence but did not overlap on one congruent line of time.

What doom upon me does impend

An angel to my side please send

Ever deeper doth my path wend

And ever darker with each bend

Whispers of a devil child ran rampant among the small travelers' temporary settlements. What little happiness my parents had of my birth and lived existence made way for wary glances and fear. Try as they might, they could not hide behind their eyes for I saw everything with clarity. Perhaps too much clarity.

Dreams, no nightmares haunted me. When sleep took me, visions of brown eyes gazing lovingly into my own left me choking in my wretched sorrow. Soft hands grasping mine, patting my cheek, and caressing my head filled me with longing I wished to be fulfilled. But every morning I woke to more despair and grief and could not fathom why I should live when my heart felt like stone.

Four days after my awakening-as I liked to call it- I found myself staring into the vastness of the ocean. The scent of sea salt assaulted my tiny nose and brisk cool air whipped my hair as I pondered what it meant to truly be happy. What would it take for this heavy feeling of absolute hell to lift off my shoulders? And for happiness to swell in my chest like the rising tide headed straight for me?

I see no sign of foe or friend

What does my solitude portend

How far do these glum halls extend

Most of all: who did I offend

Life was indeed a cruel fate. Death was a preferred bliss. But no matter how hard I tried I ended up back where I began. Living a life I did not ask for. A life I had no desire for. A life that was more a burden than a gift. My only imaginary foe was that of Life and my only friend was Death. But Death refused to claim my disconsolate soul. And life refused to leave me be.

I managed to live past the age of four. My clan refused to expel me from their side. Despite the edginess they felt around me, they vowed to care for me. Much to my displeasure. My parents did not celebrate my birthday. I could not remember the last time they had. Instead, they celebrated the new life of my baby sister.

They tried to keep it a secret, fear of how I'd react, I suspect. But I knew. I knew the moment they started smiling euphorically when they thought I wasn't looking. I knew when they giggled and whispered of happier times that would surely come.

Nightmares still plagued me and I still awoke to choke for air to quench the tightness in my throat. I was content for a time. Content to go along with the motions while wallowing in my misery.

Until my baby sister was born with hazel eyes and light brown hair.

"We're going to name her Lianna, what do you think?" My mother's voice was soft and wary as I stared emptily at the bundle in her arms.

I found myself hating everything about this baby girl. She doesn't have the right eye color and her hair should be curly, not straight. While nightmares haunted my sleep, they were often fuzzy and hard to envision. But at this very moment, a vision so clear blossomed in my mind that it made me wail. Because a brown-eyed, curly-haired brunette baby girl used to await my open arms with a dimpled smile and a joyful laugh.

But that baby girl no longer existed and did not await the moment I would open my arms for her lovely embrace. I found myself craving her tiny arms, wrapped delicately around my neck. Craving the sweet scent of chocolate, permeating her being because all she ever wanted was chocolate to fill her soft belly.

The baby girl who would call out my name. A name I could not remember but a name I responded to happily if it meant seeing her smile so widely her dimples popped. A baby girl named Ella. Lianna was not Ella. And Ella was not here.

That night, I stole the only gun my clan had. The gun was kept hidden in a box inside the tent of the clan leader. No one cared much where I went. As long as I was out of sight. Which was perfect, because there was no one to stop me from putting a bullet into my head; searching desperately for peace.

What foul feast must I now attend

All of my fire I've to spend

But still, my soul will not transcend

And so to madness I descend...

But peace was not meant for me it would seem.

[eunoiathewriter]

hi !!! i absolutely love your writing ! would u mind doing another harry potter imagine? thank u </3

H. POTTER X F!READER

Synopsis It's hard to stay cool when the girl you have a crush on is right there beside you.

Word Count: 2.2k

Harry and Ron yawned in unison as they walked through the woods, following Arthur Weasley, who was in the lead, with Charlie and Fred and George close at his heels, Ginny and Hermione in the middle, and lastly, the two boys. Now, both of them were excited for the Quidditch World Cup, don't get them wrong, but this whole waking up before the crack of dawn to Hermione throwing pillows at them was not exactly their favourite part of it all.

The morning, however, had been all but calm, Molly had heard Fred and George trying to smuggle Ton-Tongue Toffees out of the house to sell, even after they got scolded for what happened with Dudley. Harry's cousin having eaten one that Fred and George dropped with the intent of him eating it, causing Dudley's tongue to grow in size. This made Molly yell at the two twins just before they left.

The woods were calm in the early summer morning, with fog still on the ground. Birds had started to wake up, and you could hear them sing as they flew above the tree tops. Harry had to admit that the woods close to the burrow were quite cozy. But he was broken from his own thoughts as Ron poked him and pointed out how far back from the others they were. Jogging to catch up with the others.

"Arthur!" The boys then heard a man call out. "It's about time, son."

"Sorry Amos, some of us got a bit of a sleepy start." Arthur jokingly looked back at Ron, who yawned.

It then dawned on Harry when they came closer that it was Amos Diggory and Cedric Diggory who stood there. Harry had talked to Amos once before when the man was happy over Hufflepuffs' win last year. However, this meant another person should be there, so Harry started to look around for her.

"This is Amos Diggory, everyone. Works with me, at the Ministry. " Arthur said proudly and then turned to the brown-haired boy beside the man. "This strapping young lad must be Cedric, am I right?"

Cedric smiled at the man and extended his hand to shake hands with Arthur, smiling brightly. "Yes, sir." He answered before looking up at the big tree above them.

"y/n? Are you coming or what?" Cedrict asked his sister, who had gone unnoticed, where she sat up in the tree. When Harry spotted the girl, he smiled.

y/n grinned at her brother before she tossed down her backpack for him to catch and jumped down so she landed beside Amos. Making sure her stance was stable before she straightened out.

"Well, that's quite and entrance y/n." Arthur put a hand in her shoulder and she smiled.

"Thank you."

"Alright, this way." Cedric spoke up as he started motioning towards where they were going to go. So everyone started walking, and just before Cedric got too far, he tossed the backpack back to his sister.

"You carry your own shit," He told her.

"Cedric," Amos warned the boy, and he held up his hands in retreat and showed the others the way.

y/n was just about to join in and walk with Harry when her dad stopped him. He was amazed to have Harry Potter himself with them, and she could see Harry glancing over at her. She shrugged at him and joined Hermione and Ginny.

"I don't remember your brother being so good-looking, y/n." Hermione hooked her arm through y/n's.

"Ew, Mione. That's my brother. Plus he's way too old for you."

"Who says he's too old?" Ginny asked with a raised brow, and it made y/n groan.

"Are you aware that we can hear you?"Fred then turned to the girls.

"And if we can, then Cedric probably can too." Geroge chimed in.

"Yeah, well, ego boost for him then, I guess." y/n rolled her eyes and unhooked her arm from Hermione when she saw her dad walk past to catch up with Arthur. She slowed her steps and, quite quickly, was at Harry's side.

They both started to engage in conversation with one another. They talked about everything from the joke candy and things that Fred and George had been making or trying out during the summer to this mystery thing that was to happen at Hogwarts during the year. Harry joined in with all that he heard from Arthur and y/n told all that she had gathered from her dad. They're both thinking about what it could be.

But the topic soon changed to Quidditch. Of course, Harry was proudly standing with Bulgaria, but y/n were strongly against this. She was rooting for Ireland. They talked back and forth about why their team had to win. "Bulgaria has Viktor Krum. He's the best seeker of all."

"Oh please, he's all looks. Plus, Bulgaria play dirty most of the time; they're like the equivalent of when Flint was still captain of the Slytherin team. "

"No they don't!" Harry argued back, and it made Ron turn.

"You have no idea what you're talking about y/n, Viktor Krum will make sure Bulgaria wins." Ron spoke proudly, the boy being starstruck by the well-known seeker.

"Well, Ireland has Connolly," Fred piped in.

"And Quigley." Geroge also joined in.

"See!" y/n motioned towards the twins. "Fred and George are on my side; Ginny and even Hermione, who's not into Quidditch all that much, are rooting for Ireland. You and Ron are literally the only people who are hoping Bulgaria wins just because you're in love with Viktor Krum. "

A whole argument started between all the Weasley kids, Harry and y/n. All of those who were for Ireland were arguing back and forth with the two boys and counting up reasons as to why Ireland was going to win. It was all just fun, ending with all seven of them starting to laugh.

After a little while, they had been walking for a good hour already. Harry was about to say something to y/n but instead when he turned to her, he instead got fixated on her. Eyes looked over her features, having missed her over the summer. He could feel his cheeks slowly growing warmer and warmer the more he looked at her, and soon enough he had to avert his eyes from her as it felt like his face was on fire. Harry was quite sure his cheeks were red, but he hoped to Merlin they weren't.

Surely enough, they reached the portkey, although it made Harry frown as they walked closer, as he had no idea what a portkey was. "Just over there." Amos told everyone, and Harry's frown deepened at the sight of an old boot.

Harry tugged at y/n's sleeve before asking her. "Why are they all standing around that manky old boot?"

"That isn't just any manky old boot, mate," George cut in before y/n could answer.

"It's a portkey," Fred finished as he, George, and y/n moved into position.

"Time to go!" Arthur called.

"What's a portkey?" Harry was confused.

"Ready? After three. One, two," Amos started counting, but y/n quickly looked up at Harry.

"Harry!" And with that, Harry grabbed onto the boot.

"Three."

It all started to spin, or more like they all started to spin. Slowly but surely, they lifted up from the ground up into the sky, still spinning around. Everyone except Cedric, Amos, and Arthur screamed at the continued spinning. Though the twins were screaming in cheer.

When Arthur then suddenly told them all to let go of the boot, they all clinged onto it like a life line, making all except the older Diggorys go wide-eyed. Hermione immediately protested, even though she was slowly feeling sick to her stomach from the continued spinning. They all, however, did as the man had instructed them to and all dropped to the ground. Then, hitting the ground, all of them groaned and huffed at the sudden impact of the ground.

y/n looked up from where she lay on her stomach, coming to find that Harry was only about a metre away from her. "Ouch,"

Harry sat up and nodded at her, and when he turned he could see Amos, Cedric, and Arthur, all three coming down much more gracefully than any of the others. They are certain to land on their feet. All of them were grinning from how funny all the others had landed. "I bet that cleared your sinuses, ey?" Arthur asked as the three of them landed.

Cedric was quick to help Harry get on his feet, extending an arm for him to get pulled up. Earing a smile from the younger boy as he went to help his sister. "Oh, how nice of you, Ced."

"Aw, did my baby sister get hurt?" Cedric asked sarcastically. He pulled her up to stand too, and both of them laughed. The bantering between them was just a big joke to them.

"Come on!" Arthur called as he started to walk up the hill to where camp was. It made y/n smile brightly as she immediately grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him along. "You're going to love this!" It made Harry flush a crimson colour as she pulled him along with her to join the others.

Oh god did he like her.

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The sun had begun to set over the field where the Quidditch World Cup was being held. The sky turned orange and was slowly becoming a dark blue that would make the stars and constellations of other solar systems visible. It was still pretty warm out, not overly warm but warm enough that not a lot of clothes were needed to keep warm.

People were making their way to their seats. Many had chosen to sit in the boxes in the middle of the stadium. It was a stadium bigger than Harry had ever seen. Now, he was not exactly looking to play Quidditch professionally, but to play at a stadium like this would definitely be something unforgettable.

All of them were looking around in amazement while making their way further up, Arthur in the lead. They were on their way to the top, which was a wise decision.If they were to stay by the boxes, they would have to squeeze together with other people. But if they were to be furthest up in the stadium, they would not have to fight for space with others and would have better sight than others.

"Blimey dad, how far up are we?" Ron asked as they stopped from having been climbing from the lowest level and were about thirty stories below the top.

Just as Arthur was about to answer, another man's voice cut in. One that they all knew very well and one that made Harry roll his eyes. "Well, put it this way, if it rains, you'll be the first to know." Lucius Malfoy smiled evilly at them.

y/n and Harry stood by the railing, looking down at Lucius and Draco, who were on the lower level. It was unusual to see Draco without his slytherin uniform. Instead, he was wearing a black suit, which did not seem at all practical. Draco laughed at his father's statement.

When they started to continue walking, Draco looked up at the others and smirked. "Father and I are in the minister's box, by personal invitation from Cornelius Fudge himself."

"Don't beast, Draco." Lucius stopped Draco with his cane, making the boy rub the spot where the cane had laned. "There's no need with these people."

Draco then looked up at them again. When he saw y/n however, a sly smile made its way to his lips. It was no news to most people that Draco Malfoy had taken an interest in the Hufflepuff girl. However, y/n had zero clue about that. The look Draco gave y/n made Harry roll his eyes. A feeling of annoyance was bubbling up inside him. No, not annoyance, but jealousy.

Before the two Malfoys could say anymore, Harry grabbed y/n's shoulder and started to turn her around so they could wall off. But Lucius Malfoy was not done as he slammed the snake part of his cane down on Harry's hand before it could leave the railing. It made y/n and the others turn just like Harry.

"Do enjoy yourself. While you can. " Lucius smiled unkindly at Harry before relinquishing his hand and walking off with Draco at his heels. But Dracos' eyes still stayed tranced to y/n.

"Are you all right, Harry?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah, just fine."

"Well, let's keep moving then. "We don't want anyone taking our place, do we?"Amos called from where he stood, and everyone began working their way up the stairs.

"Are you sure you're fine?" y/n turned to Harry as they waited to start climbing the stairs.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine. Nothing big. " Harry stuttered as he once more felt his cheeks heat up. But this time, it seemed like y/n noticed and it made him avert his eyes from her.

y/n smiled as she quickly gave him a peck on the cheek, taking the boy by surprise. "Good, now come on."

Harry couldn't fight the grin that broke out on his face when y/n turned and grabbed a hold of his hand to start wall up the stairs.

Oh boy.

[starshapedb0x]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 ✧˚ · .

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: you go on vacation with your good friend Audrey, your other friend Arthur and your bestest of friends, Oscar. There’s things that can’t be left unsaid.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: 18+ (read at your own discretion), it’s very little though, fingering (f receiving), innocent kink, mostly fluff really. NOT PROOFREAD (do not hold it against me pls)

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Oscar Piastri x best friend!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 2k+

𝐀/𝐍: I honestly forced myself to write this one so not at all the best, but enjoy some summer visuals 🪽

You look at your half-packed bag as you fold the last one of the bikinis. You stare up at your best friend, Audrey, she’s lied down on your bed scrolling through her phone. Her bags packed to go, they were resting in front of the door, you’d agreed she’d help you pack so you both could finally go on vacation after a long college semester plus the exams to complete in the end.

Being in Portugal to study was a new experience for you, you’d travelled out of your country before but staying a whole year away from your family and home was different. It was hard, of course, staying away from everything you know for too long is always hard; but you’ve made so many friends, visited so many places, grown so much in this place that it almost feels like home. And overall, college was going well for you. Of course you’d talked about it with all your friends, specifically your one and only Oscar Piastri.

You’d known each other since you were still in nappies, your mothers were best friends and they insisted on often seeing each other regardless of where they were. As a consequence, their kids became friends, staying with each other throughout every difficulty that eventually showed up such as the distance between each other. You’d always had a thing for him, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to tell him, partly because you knew he didn’t like you and partly because it was so hard to keep the friendship with the little time you were together, imagine a relationship.

As so, you convinced Audrey, Oscar and one of his friends to all go to Audrey’s house in Melides, she came from a Portuguese background, her roots were here, therefore she had family and houses, including the cosy beach house located in the south of the country. Five minutes away from the beach and with a considerably sized swimming pool, there was really nowhere else where you’d rather spend summer with your friends.

“Are you done packing? Their plane already landed we gotta hurry.” She asked, leisurely sitting up on your bed, turning off her phone and placing it next to her. “You’ll finally be able to see your beloved Oscar..” She grinned slyly at you.

“Don’t say it like that,” you replied timidly “I need you to help me close this bag.”

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And a few hours later, that so familiar smell of summer invaded your whole being. The wind hitting your face as you let your arm slide with it, back. The four of you in that car with all the windows open, You, Audrey, Oscar and Arthur. Having picked them up from the airport, Audrey was driving, being guided by her phone which loudly indicating the directions over the music you and Oscar had chosen, and being guided by Arthur who contradicted the phone and yelled both in English and French. You were sat right next to Audrey, almost fully outside the window, looking at your final destination; Oscar right behind you, eyes focused on the way your hair flowed with the wild wind and on the wide smile you kept painted on your face. Arthur behind Audrey who now told him with all her teeth to shut up.

As the car finally parked, you opened the door and ran outside to pick up your bags and finally settle in.

To be honest, the first day wasn’t that big. You guys had arrived late and all the guys wanted to do was rest after the long flight they had gone through to be here, so everyone just had dinner, something you all quickly whipped up from remainders, and headed to sleep.

The next day, everyone was packed and excited to get to the beach. You could already feel the sand in your feet and the sun hitting your skin, along with the salty water covering your body. It was a quick walk to the beach where you all went chatting.. specially you and Oscar. Both of you stayed behind and caught up with the few things you hadn’t through texting.

“You know, I’m pretty stoked to be here for summer break.” Oscar said promptly. “I missed you.”

“I’m stoked you’re here too! We haven’t seen each other in so long.” You looked at him. Oh god, that face you’ve liked for so long, the past year without him was torture. “I misse—“

You couldn’t finish your sentence, in a millisecond, Oscar had dropped his stuff and picked you up bridal style, running into the sea quickly. You screamed in surprise, your arms flying around his neck tightly. Soon both of you were fully clothed thrown into the sea, playfully hitting and throwing water at each other. Your white flowy dress sticking onto your body, revealing the tiny bikini you had underneath. At the sight, Oscar stopped for a second. There was no way he could keep his eyes off you the rest of the trip.

The day went as usual, everyone tanned a fair amount — except for Oscar who refused to let you put sunscreen on his back. Of course, his back is fully sunburnt, a shocking red painted on it.

“Oscar, please, let me put After-sun on it.” You insisted.

“Fine, okay.” He finally succumbed to your wishes, figuring it’d be the best option.

Both of you went to the bathroom, as Audrey and Arthur made dinner, you could only hope anything good would come out of it..

You held the bottle of After-Sun spreading a generous amount on your hand, warning it up before placing your hands on your best friend’s back.

“OW!” He winced, arching his back, flexing it. You pursed your lips and felt your face getting warmer.. you knew he had to work out more in F1 but. Wow.

“Come on, don’t be a baby.” You smiled and let out a quiet chuckle. Running your hands along his back to spread the product.

“I’m not a baby, you’re just a little rough.” He turned around, holding your wrists and looking down at you. You looked up at him. The way he towered over you, pressing his body closer to yours and leaning his face down. “Be gentler, yeah?”

You nodded, looking down at his dangerously close lips, then back into his eyes. His breathing hitting your face, your foreheads and noses pressing against each other, Oscar looks down at your lips and—

“Hey guys! Dinner is ready. Everything good in here?” Arthur had slammed the door open, and with the noise, both of you jumped away from each other. Your face went bright red while wiping your hands off the After-Sun to a nearby towel. Oscar scratched the back of his neck, looking around, face heating up.

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll be right there.” And so you did.

After that, you got frustrated. The next days, Oscar did not say a word to you. Well, you didn’t say anything to him either but — on your fourth day of beach together and he had no intention of talking to you about what happened in the bathroom? And this kept you awake at night. You were tossing and turning wondering if you had done something wrong. Should you have kissed him? Maybe he just doesn’t want to be with you. Whatever it was, he had to tell you himself.. even if it was hard to hear, you had to. Living off waiting had always gone wrong for you. You got up from your bed, in your sheer night gown, not bothering to get your slippers on even if the tile floor was cold. You walked out the door and went right into where you knew was the bedroom he was staying in. You looked at it a rethought your decision, but when your brain decided it was better not too, your heart was banging on that door with all the strength it had. In a matter of seconds it was open.

Oscar looked you up and down, and kept his head up to look into your face — your night gown didn’t leave much for the imagination. “Y/N..? Are you okay? Can you not sleep?”

“Why are you avoiding me? Do you not like me? Is it because of what happened in the bathroom? I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to almost kiss you! I mean I wanted to but if you—“ His lips gently pressed against yours and his arm slid around your waist. You let yourself melt into his touch.

“I’m sorry. I’m in love with you.” He simply said, mouth pressing kisses along your cheek and jawline. Your eyes widened and you looked up at him, he looked really lovesick now that you stared at him properly. You kissed him yourself this time.

He pulled you in to himself and closed the door behind you. You were pushed against the door and his hands slid along your half revealed skin, pulling and tugging on the sheer fabric. His mouth in yours in a way you’d never experienced before. If you were honest, you had no idea what to do.. you tried to keep your arms around him while he made your body feel in places it had never felt before.

“Oscar..” You whined. You had no idea what you were begging for, but he knew. And you knew he knew.

“Y/N, Y/N.. wait hold on. I’m.. uh. We’ll talk tomorrow-“ He figured it was a little to early for all of this, he couldn’t just jump in as much as he wanted to.

“What? No. You made me wait so much.” You looked down, his hard-on visible through the pajama pants. “Is it because of this?” You slid your hand over, palming his full clothed dick.

He looked down at you, mouth open as if he was ready to moan at any given moment. And you looked up at him sweetly, like you had no idea what you were doing, innocent little you. “Y/N, don’t start something you can’t finish.”

He was right, you actually had no idea what to do. Your experience was based purely off the one time you watched porn. “I can finish it.” You said promptly, although not very confident of your skills. Oscar grabbed you by your waist, and you let yourself be guided by him. He pushed you onto his bed and looked down at you. You looked clueless and all he wanted to do was finally make you know how good he could be. How amazing he could make you feel. And wipe that innocence right out of you. He slid his own t-shirt off and slid his hands under your night gown.

“You look so pretty in this.. such an angel.” He whispered, his fingers swiftly reached your breasts where he cupped them and then flicked your nipples between his fingers. Your hand flew to your mouth as you looked down to what he was doing. The way his head lowered, and only so then you realized he was getting on his knees. You sat up, and Oscar leaned his head into the inner side of your thigh, sliding his fingers along the milky skin. Your hand flew straight to his wrist.

“Hm? Can’t finish it after all, princess?” He asked, he wasn’t gonna do anything you didn’t want him to but at this point why ask. You let go from his wrist, and his fingers got closer finally reaching where they were needed the most. He slid his fingers through your fold spreading the wetness you’d pooled right when started kissing you. “All this just for me?” Oscar looked up at you, but you look away, hand covering your mouth, eyes struggling to keep still. Shaking with anticipation, why was he making you wait so much. He clearly wanted to take his time.

His movements were slow and he only lightly grazed your entrance with his digits, your mind started wondering to all the things he could do from here, to all the things you wanted him to do from here.

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So after months of reading everyone else's work, I finally got round to finishing this one shot inspired by the wonderful @rivetingrosie4! It's the first thing I have ever written so any critique will be highly cherished. This is hopefully a good practice run for a longer story I will be working on for the rest of the year.

Taglist: @photo1030, @rivetingrosie4, @redwritr

🍑PEACH FLESH🍑

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI | 5067 words | Ao3 Link TAGS: Plus-Size Reader, Oral Sex, Fake Marriage, Internalised Fatphobia, Squirting

The door almost swings off its hinges as you and Arthur stumble into the second-best suite Strawberry’s Welcome Centre has to offer. Despite being a dry town, you were both half cut and giddy from the two bottles of brandy shared over dinner with the newlyweds you hoped to rob blind first thing in the morning. 

The room is womb-like, lit dimly with low wooden ceilings and dark red baroque wallpaper lining each wall, in the centre stands a grand four poster bed adorned with more blankets than you know what to do with, set diagonally facing a little wood burner that radiates out heat that stings slightly against your mountain chilled cheeks. You haven’t been around such finery in years, the excess of it all feeling somehow grotesque when compared to the simple pleasures you’d now learnt to love. 

“My Lady”, Arthur bows as he raises his arm, gesturing to the empty room. 

“Husband”, you giggle, door closing behind you. The ridiculousness of that word still not losing its novelty. 

“I’ll be sure to let Hosea know we’ve got a regular little con artist on our hands.”

Your body is vibrating with energy, the thrill of the past few hours still coursing through your veins; how you’ll sleep tonight, you don’t know, even with the promise of such a comfy mattress to lay your head on. You’d been terrified of letting everyone down ever since Dutch had summoned you to his tent to inform you of the job he had lined up for Arthur and the role he expected you to play. You were sure there must have been some mistake, but when he explained that your upbringing made you the ideal candidate, you couldn’t see a way to protest. So now you were here, just you and Arthur, and things were surprisingly going to plan for a change. 

“I can’t believe how naive they were. Was I really so soft when you first met me?”

“A little”, Arthur smirks as he sits on the oak trunk at the edge of the bed, pulling roughly at the puff tie around his neck, eager to free himself of the restrictions of such formality. You had been shocked at how naturally he found getting into character after spending half the ride there grumbling about it. “Suits you, though, a bit of softness. Glad we ain’t fully sullied that good name of yours just yet.” 

You bristle a little at the mention of your name, all the good it had done you when you’d drifted from town to town, relying on the goodwill of others to keep you from starving. Your name hadn’t saved you then, but the Van der Linde gang had. It was them to whom you owed a debt, not your family. 

“We best get some rest. Big day tomorrow.”

You nod as Arthur moves to hang his dress coat in the wardrobe, and you catch sight of him over your shoulder in the large cheval mirror that stands to the side of the bed. He looks different somehow, here away from camp, more at ease maybe, less burdened by thoughts. This was the longest you and he had spent one-on-one, and you had found it surprising how quickly you had both fallen into an easy rhythm. You had always got on well in camp. You shared a closeness with him more akin to one of the girls than any of the other men; he’d bring you fresh peaches whenever he could, knowing them to be your favourite, and you would craft tonics and bitters for him to take on his travels. A trade between friends. Truth be told, if it wasn’t so implausible, you might have wanted to take advantage of the sleeping arrangement that now presented itself - Karen or Mary-Beth wouldn’t have given it a second thought! But as it was, that was a delusion, and Arthur had already courteously agreed to sleep on the floor.

Your reflection distracts you then as you compare the neat up and down of his form to your own inelegant roundness in the mirror. What was the word Grimshaw had used? Fleshy? And more on display this evening than you had ever elected to show to the gang.

When Trelawny had taken you to the dressmakers, your eyes had almost bugged out of your head when you saw the mannequin donning the dress he had selected for you. An off-the-shoulder, deep emerald gown with a swan-like bust made from velvet. Quite possibly the most beautiful thing you had ever laid eyes on. You begged Trelawny to allow you to wear something, anything else. But he would hear nothing of it. To con an heiress, you would have to look like one. The ridiculousness of that notion forces a snort of laughter to escape your mouth. Arthur turns to you, lips preemptively curling upwards, expecting you to share your private joke. 

“Somethin' tickle you?”

“Nothing, it’s silly.” 

But his face doesn’t let up. You hesitate, trying to find a way to make him understand without sounding foolish. 

“It’s just, I didn’t expect any of this to actually work. I went along with it because… because I wanted to be useful. I didn’t actually think anyone would believe that we were married.” You laugh, but Arthur looks confused. 

“Why not?”

You giggle, gesturing back and forth between you like it’s the plainest thing in the world, but he still stares at you blankly. 

“Don’t play dumb, Arthur! Look at me, and then look at you!” 

“I’m lookin'.”

Your smile falters a little, realising that he is going to make you state the obvious, that unspoken truth that you have been biting your tongue not to scream out loud since Dutch revealed the con two weeks previous. 

“Arthur, please…” Your voice is quieter now, traces of humour all but evaporated. “There ain’t no way a man like you would ever take someone like me as a wife. It’s just not the way of things.” Your eyes are now firmly rooted to the ground. Shame coursing through your body for putting such a dour end to a fun evening. Wishing desperately to go back to the teasing and lightness of moments before. “You're deserving of a fine woman, not a stout, plain thing like me.”  

Arthur rears back on his heels as though slapped.

“Ought not to speak about yourself that way or judge whose hand is or isn’t deserving of mine, calloused and scarred up as it is.” 

You laugh quietly at that and lift your head back up at him, where he hooks you in with a look so serious it catches you off guard, brows knitted together like he is weighing up some great debate. He sniffs-

“You looked beautiful tonight, Mrs Callahan.”

He steps towards you slowly, as one might approach a spooked horse, head tilted and low, looking up at you with sparkling pools of tranquil blue. You feel the overwhelming urge to bolt, but something about the assured look he has on you keeps you tethered to the spot, unable to move as the space between you grows smaller. 

“Don’t tease me, it ain’t kind.”

“I’ve not been able to take my eyes off my pretty wife all evening.” 

You search his face for some small hint of insincerity, half expecting him to rear back at any moment and mock you for not seeing his obvious joke. But he doesn’t pull back. Unyielding in his approach until he is close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath on your crown. The smell of brandy and tobacco smoke wafts deliciously in the air. You hesitate to look up, not sure you could withstand the heat of his gaze without melting into the rug. 

“You know, I’ve not seen you wear anything like this before,” Arthur gently raises a hand up to your exposed shoulder and fingers some of the lace appliques around the rim, his chapped knuckles lightly grazing your skin. Your eyes close, and a faint sigh escapes your lips as you lean into his touch. “Caught myself thinkin’ about how much more of your loveliness you’ve been hidin' away.”

You are still unable to lift your eyes higher than the buttons on his shirt. But then he’s tracing a line up your throat, resting his thumb on your chin and gently manoeuvring your face to meet his. To be invited to view him up so close and personal this way is a delight you want to savour. The white lines around his eyes from squinting in the sun, the crook in his nose, badly set, smattered with freckles, the chip on his frontmost tooth, the face of a man who has only known hard work and fresh air. But the exchange of looks goes both ways and suddenly, you are reminded of the indolent, dumpy girl he must view. 

“Arthur-” 

His lips press into yours so keenly that your overthinking brain only has room for the sweet sensation of his insistent kiss, opening you up to him, coaxing you deliberately with his brandy, rich tongue. A needy whimper is spilled from your mouth into his, which he drinks from you, like a man parched, tasting your lips and then deeper, lapping you up. Your shaky hands find purchase on the plains of his broad chest, and you fist at his shirt to pull him closer. 

As though that were the signal he was waiting for, Arthur grunts out a low groan before dipping his head to kiss at your neck and cushioned collar bone, hands running along the stiff shape of your corset, reaching around your sides, your back, searching blindly for some hidden opening. You have never seen him this feral. 

You pull backwards, struggling to catch your breath, lips swollen, hair all but falling down. 

“Wait,” You gasp. “You’re drunk, you don’t really want-”

“Woman, if you don’t stop tellin' me what I do and do not want.” He laughs, but there is a seriousness that underpins his tone. “Now, if you don’t want it, that’s different.” He lifts an eyebrow in question. 

“It’s not that. I just… I don’t want to disappoint you.” He offers you a look that could almost read as exasperated if it wasn’t so filled with fondness. Your chest is pounding, you're not sure that you have ever wanted something, someone, so much in your entire life. Your eyes dart around the ornate room and land on the glowing gas lamp behind Arthur’s head. “Maybe if it were dark?”

He laughs dismissively. “You’re still not gettin' it,” He pulls his hand down his face before interlocking your fingers in his as though trying to work out how to explain something simple to a small child. “You think I would be here kissin' on you, actin' a fool, if I weren’t attracted to you?”

You don’t know how to answer him, so you remain silent. Chewing a loose strip of skin on your lip.

“You think I ain’t noticed you're bigger than most?” Your cheeks burn red at the acknowledgement of your body, something you have taken great pains to draw attention away from for as long as you can remember - modest clothing, intricate hairstyles, humour and helpfulness. His thumbs rub soothingly on the pulse point of your wrists. 

“Ever considered that might be something I might like?” In truth, you hadn’t because how could it be? You had never seen images of women who looked like you in catalogues or advertisements unless it was to market some magical cure for the ailment of looking like you, never read about them in books unless they were some wicked aunt or old crone. How could Arthur be attracted to such a thing?

“Turn around.” 

A command given so soberly that you find yourself spinning without thought. He pulls your back flush to him as he scoops the fallen tendrils away from your left ear, lips pressing into newly revealed skin. Your eyes find each other in the mirror as he trails a path of wet kisses down your neck to the tip of your shoulder. Unfolding you in his arms as if to show you off to the two figures staring back longingly, enjoying their own embrace. 

“You see?” He traces the length of your arms with his rough fingers, ghostlike as they make their way down the curve of your arms, one wrapping tightly around your waist while the other seeks out your breast. He finds you heavy and full in his palm, and your bodies roll together in a languid moan released in unison. 

You observe Arthur’s eyebrow hitch momentarily in the mirror, and his eyes darken as you feel a tug from your side and realise too late that he has found the opening of your dress. He wastes no time unhooking each clasp one by one, your breath coming in heavy as you watch him work, peeling the right side of your wrapped bodice away from your corset, the swell of your breast revealed, covered only by the thin cotton of your chemise. 

You lift your hand to help with the clasps on the other side, but Arthur nudges you away as though this is his solemn duty to bear alone. He reaches around to your left-hand side until you are fully enveloped in his arms, and you can feel his heart pumping in his chest. Your eyes flutter closed, and your head falls back to meet his firm shoulder as you feel yourself going weak at the knees, like it has been the rigidity of your clothing holding you together this entire time; one more loosened clasp, and you are liable to break. 

“I want you to see what your body does to me”, Arthur rasps out as he unwraps the left half of your bodice, leaving your chest fully bared, apart from your underthings. You watch as his fingers delicately trace their way up your corset, and he takes each of your full breasts in hand, rolling your beaded nipples with his thumbs. The sensation courses through your veins as your arms shoot behind you, grasping blindly in an attempt to ground yourself for fear you will float away. One hand meets his left hip, while the other finds the tight muscle of his thigh before something more protruding grazes the pads of your fingers. Arthur lets out an involuntary grunt as he bucks into you. 

You run your fingers along his length more deliberately then, and the fire it ignites in him is enough to rival the sun. Eyes still locked firmly onto yours in the mirror, he pulls your bodice from your arms with two rough jerks before throwing it to the side to begin work on your skirts. 

“Face me.” 

You turn, as he pulls you into a deep kiss, fingers hooking behind you to undo the ties at your waist. His hands glide down your back, over your ass and hips, skinning the fabric away from you until it bunches up and falls to the ground. Catching his breath, he steps back, panting, taking in the curves of your now semi-exposed form. You have never been looked at this way, hungrily, like your ripened flesh is the only thing that could save this starving man. 

“Goddamnit”, He hisses, more to himself than you and backs away from you further.

Without the solid touch of him to reassure you that the last few minutes haven’t been some momentary lapse in sanity, a wave of self-consciousness pulls you outside your body like some sort of uninvited voyeur, looking down at the scene, struck by the implausibility of it all. Here is this man - Adonis, even, who could have his pick of women, not just in camp but in polite society too; you had seen how the newlywed wife had looked at him over dinner, and then you, dimpled and misshapen like a bruised peach.   

Sensing the sudden shift in your demeanour, Arthur quickly steps back to you, resting his forehead on yours, blue eyes burning intensely, cupping your cheeks with both hands.

“You still don’t believe I want ya?”

You stare back at him, his lips so close you must hold back the urge to nip at them. 

“I’m sorry” you whisper. Softly, Arthur removes a hand from your cheek and finds your own covering the curve of your stomach. He hooks his fingers into yours and guides your hand lower down to the hard line of his trousers.

“My whole body’s achin’ for ya, Darlin'.” His arousal is undeniable now, and for a moment, you start to believe that he could be true to his word. Perhaps certain tastes are only acquired by a few. Your thumb reflexively works up and down the solid ridge of him as he presses his lips to yours and lets out a groan.

“Now-” He’s struggling to maintain his focus as your fingers continue to stroke him. “I’m going to sit down right here, and you are going to show me what I’ve been wantin' to see.” He huffs out and pulls himself back from you again and sits at the edge of the bed, eyeing you eagerly in anticipation. 

For a moment, you stand there, tethered to the spot, brain failing to remember the motions one must go through to undress, as though this was something entirely new and not the most ordinary of tasks. 

You close your eyes and breathe deeply to gather yourself before loosening the ties of your petticoats and allowing them to fall to the floor like the heavy skirt before it. A rumble of approval from the bed forces your eyes to open. When you are met with a look so full of adulation, it’s hard to stop the grin from spreading across your entire face. You step over the crumpled petticoats with a little skip before marching to the bed and lifting your heeled foot to rest between Arthurs's legs.

“Care to do me the honour?”

“My pleasure.”

Arthur takes your stockinged ankle in his large hands, pressing a flurry of kisses to your knee as he peels the silk down your leg before unbuttoning the pointed-heeled boot and tossing them aside. As you lift your other leg up to him, he hooks your knee and carves his hands upwards underneath your bloomers, fisting a handful of the meat of your inner thigh. 

“Patience,” you say, fully enthralled by this new sense of power you feel in your core like you could tell this man to walk through hot coals, and he would thank you for the privilege. You flick the point of your shoe towards him to undo.

Heels removed, you step backwards again, fingers tracing the shape of your body slowly, tantalisingly, noting how each swirl of your thumb, each flick of your wrist registers like a shockwave on the gunslinger’s slack-jawed face. You press your clothed breasts together, lifting them experimentally and letting them fall. And then once again. Arthur lets out a hiss. 

“Woman, you don’t know what I have planned for you.”

Your fingers ghost the eyelets of your corset, the moment you have been dreading. The barrier moulding your shape into something deemed acceptable by society. You feel without it, you may fall apart. But if his face isn’t goddamn begging you to take it off. Who are you to disappoint him?

You pull the top clasps together, and then the bottom and your lungs fill with air as your body relaxes in kind. You stand there in only your chemise and bloomers, near transparent, backlit by the light from the fire. You hitch your chemise to your waist, inch by inch, as Arthur leans forward, almost salivating. Your fingertips slide under the waistband of your bloomers as you shimmy them down to your ankles with a wiggle, exposing the thatch of hair at your sex for a split second before your chemise falls back into place. 

A thought comes to you then, and you're not sure if it’s in part to delay the inevitable shame of baring yourself to this man so completely or if part of you is starting to have fun, but you realise the power you hold stood before him in nothing more than your chemise. What would he give up to see your exposed flesh? What trade might he offer now? A peach for something saltier perhaps? You toy with the frill at your hem.

“Planned? You sound like you’ve been dreamin' on this for a while, Arthur.”

You step towards him again so that your scantily covered breasts are now at eye level. He reaches out to touch you, but you shoo him away. 

“You ‘been having indecent thoughts?”

“The worst”

You cock your head to the side in mock outrage. The giddiness of dinner, playing dress up, and make-believe comes flooding back with full force.

“What thoughts?”

“Takin' you in my tent… spreadin' you out… all pretty for me.” He can barely get his words out as your finger lifts the corner of your chemise. 

“You ever done anything about those thoughts, cowboy?” 

The rush of crimson to his cheeks surprises you as you imagine him alone in his cot with only daydreams of you to keep him company. You have so many other questions: When did this start? Why has he only chosen to act now? But they will have to wait. You glance down at his lap.

“Show me.” 

Like an eager puppy, he springs from his seat, towering over you, but you don't step back. Arthur’s disrobing is a much more efficient affair; suspenders are shrugged from his shoulders, shirt unfastened, trousers kicked haphazardly across the room until he is in a comparable state of undress, left in only his union suit. If you’re not mistaken, a similar wave of trepidation pumps through his veins, too. You eye the proud ridge of his length, straining the stretched cotton as Arthur unbuttons his union, first revealing the coarse blonde hair at his chest, which darkens with each new release, lower and lower. At the juncture of his groin, thick brown curls frame the base of his shaft, and as he steps out of the suit, cock springing free, filling the space between you, you're not sure you have seen beauty like it.

“Show me.” Your voice is a whisper now. Arthur takes himself fully in hand and slowly strokes himself while holding your gaze. You watch him intently: artful and precise like every other task his expert hands carry out. You almost lose yourself watching him before you remember your own throbbing need and push him back to his seat on the bed. You are ready now. Confident. 

You raise your chemise up your strong thighs, the curve of your hips, swell of your belly, higher still to meet your heavy breasts that fall as the fabric catches them momentarily; you pull the cotton above your head, over your plump arms, until you are stood naked as the day you were born, goosebumps adorning your skin, like velvet. They prickle as you smooth your hands across your belly, as though touching it for the first time. Maybe you are touching it for the first time with gentle hands? You smile at this private realisation and then towards the cowboy, who is near cross-eyed with want, stroking himself vigorously at the sight of your unveiled form. 

“Am I what you expected?”

“Git over here already. I’m tired of just lookin'.”

Before you can protest that you don’t want to crush him, Arthur is pulling you onto his lap, the ripe head of him grazing your clit and pressing between your stomachs. You try to hold some of your weight from him by awkwardly balancing yourself where your shins meet the mattress, but then he’s grabbing two firm handfuls of your ass and lifting you up with him. Reflexively, your legs wrap around his waist as you are suspended in the air. It feels like flying. You have not been picked up like this, cradled, since you were a child, and even then, by the time you turned 7, your papa had started to groan that you were too big. But Arthur lifts you effortlessly, kissing into your mouth as he spins you round and lays you out on your back, his body curving over yours. 

His knuckles tenderly graze the shape of your cushioned ribs, rising and falling in time with his own. He slowly lowers himself down your body, taking care to kiss an open-mouthed trail down the centre of your sternum, between the valley of your breasts, palming each on his journey. Your body arches up hungrily in anticipation of each kiss, eyes drifting shut as you feel the warmth of his breath waft against the moistened curls of your pelvis, already sodden with want. 

A flash of ecstasy pulls the air from your lungs as your eyes spring open, and you grasp wildly to pull him back up to you. He can’t. It’s too much. But the cowboy holds firm. You peer between your legs in horror as Arthur begins to feast greedily at your cunt. From the depraved sounds from his chest, you intuit that this must be another of this man’s acquired tastes. Still, the sight has you scandalised in such a wickedly licious way you find yourself biting your lip as a drawn-out groan rasps itself out of you. 

A wave of impossible pleasure builds first in your chest. Then it permeates outwards, sending vibrations down your arms and neck, catching in your cheeks, forcing you to huff out pathetic little pants. You begin to writhe and wriggle under the pressure of his tongue, brazen as it dances along your slippery folds. Long, languid licks, lapping you up.

“Ohh-” 

Your legs pull together reflexively in a vice-like grip, ensnaring his head. Still, if Arthur fears suffocation, he shows no signs of stopping, sucking you wholey on the clit until your body is quivering like that of a bow fully drawn.  

“Arthur…” You beg as another wave has your head rolling back into the mattress. “Please… I can’t.” 

“You can.” He rumbles as he pushes a finger inside you, and your legs start to tremble violently, loosening their grip around the cowboy’s head. Jesus Fuck. You jut your pelvis forward involuntarily as your whole being seeks out a deeper penetration. Sensing your rising need, Arthur slides a second digit inside you and curls them in an upward motion as if coaxing your climax to come quicker, harder. Don’t be shy, it’s alright. You're doin' so good for me.

You feel it then, pressure, unlike anything you have experienced from your own hand. Like you are a jug being filled from a fast-flowing river, you feel yourself reaching the brim and then spilling out, overflowing. Water gushing from within, swirling you up in its current and washing you out to sea. Clear liquid streams from your cunt, coating Arthur’s face and neck. As your body resurfaces the only way you know you have not drowned is through the heartbeat you feel pumping in your ears.

“I’m so sorry” You gasp, as you pull off him and quickly try to cover the sodden evidence of your release, fisting desperately at the blankets, distraught by all the new and mortifying ways your body seeks to humiliate you. But then you hear Arthur’s chuckle as he wipes his face with the back of his hand, grinning from ear to ear. 

“I ain’t never made a girl come like that before. C’mere.” Arthur takes hold of your frantic hands and pulls you towards him, scooping you up in his sturdy arms, resting your cheek against the soft curls of his chest and looking down at you adoringly. “You got nothing to apologise for. I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

You silently shake your head, certain you will never be able to look at the man in the face again. He frowns then, trying to work out how to bring you back to him.

“I hope you're not ashamed on account of me? Ain’t nothing prettier I’ve seen, lettin' go for me like that.” 

“But I made a mess.” 

“Just as well Grimshaw ain’t here to scold us about laundry then. ‘Sides, if we hang them by the fire, they’ll be dry by the mornin'. No harm done.” 

You feel his rough palm tenderly cup your cheek, angling your face to his and placing a light kiss at the end of your nose. “I hope you won’t see me different now, Arthur.” Your voice is shaky as it suddenly strikes you how exhausted you feel, body totally spent, laying heavy like lead in his arms. 

“I sees you for who you are; that ain’t changin.” He says earnestly, “We should rest, though; we've got an early rise.” You can still feel him hard as a rock against your hip and wonder if it causes him discomfort. As your eyes trail downwards, he lets out a knowing laugh. “Plenty of time for that after tomorrow.” 

After tomorrow?

He lifts you up to sit on the chair in the corner of the room, wrapping one of the unsullied blankets around your shoulders, another around his waist as he strips down the bed. Thankfully, your release has only soaked through the quilted throw, leaving the linens underneath untouched. He pulls back the sheet and beckons you over. 

As your head hits the pillow, you feel the pull of sleep dragging you towards it, but then you realise Arthur has yet to follow suit. You sit bolt upright, eyes searching around the room for him needily.

“Hey, I’m just here. I weren’t sure if you’d want me in the bed or not. I didn’t wanna assume nothin'.” You practically roll your eyes at his honorableness, as if he wasn’t buried tongue-deep in you no more than five minutes earlier. You reach out a sleepy hand towards him.

“I couldn’t rightfully allow my husband to sleep on the floor now, could I?” you smirk as Arthur finally makes his way over to the bed and tucks himself in tight beside you, wrapping you up underneath his chin.  It’s not long before you are drifting off into a deep sleep, with thoughts about what happens after tomorrow filling your dreams. 🍑

[joels-shitty-puns]

The Snacks of Us

Pairing: No-Outbreak!Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Texas-native Joel finds out you've never been to a Buc-ee's and needs to fix it immediately. That's it.

Warnings: Just fluff! Kisses. Pet names.

Other stuff: Reader is addressed as her, but most other descriptions are avoided. Joel is taller than the reader. Can be read as plus-sized, but not mentioned.

Word count: 1.1K

I went to Buc-ee's today and my imagination ran wild. Do with this what you will lol

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"Whaddya mean y'ain't never been to a Buc-ee's?" Joel asked, incredulously.

"Joel, I'm not from Texas. How the hell would I know what Buc-ee's is?" You replied.

"Y'don't even know what it is!? That's it. Grab your purse, darlin'. We're gettin' you to a Buc-ee's." 

"Have you noticed your accent slips out more when you're all worked up about Texas things, Joel? It's cute."

"No, I haven't. Now, let's go. You're gonna love it. It's the biggest gas station y'ever seen." His eyes grew wide and he demonstrated the vastness of Buc-ee's with his arms.

"Wait… it's a GAS STATION? You're taking me to a gas station for our date?" You raised your brow at your boyfriend.

"Just trust me, darlin'. You'll love it." He pulled you by your hips and placed a kiss on your reluctant mouth.

You sighed. "Hmm… fine. But can we at least get lunch while we're out?" You batted your eyelashes.

"Course. What do you think we're doin' at Buc-ee's?" He winked.

"Joel!" You gasped. "I am NOT eating some shriveled up gas station hot dog that's been sitting out all day." Your mouth gaped open and you crossed your arms.

"Just trust me!" He grabbed you by your waist, hoisting you over his shoulder.

"Joel!!!" You squealed, giggling and smacking his back. "Put me down! You're gonna hurt your back! I'm too heavy."

"Please, sugar. You weigh less'n my work equipment," he smacked you on the butt.

You scoffed, "yeah right."

Joel set you in the passenger seat of his truck. "Well, y'are. At least until we fill y'up with some beaver nuggets," he winked, giving your belly an affectionate pat and closing the door.

"Beaver nuggets???? Joel! What is that?" You laughed as he rounded the truck toward the driver's side.

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Joel pulled the truck into the Buc-ee's parking lot. 

"This. Is.. a gas station?!" You stared, mentally counting the amount of gas pumps and eyeing the giant building with a large beaver on the wall.

"Told'ya to keep an open mind! Let's go," he hopped out of the truck.

The two of you walked in and your mind was blown. They had everything, all with a cute little beaver on the label.

Buc-ee's chips. Candy. Cookies. Fudge. Sandwiches. Coffee. Every soda imaginable. Beaver nuggets, which Joel grabbed two bags of.

He pushed a cart as you ran around like a kid at Christmas. "Babe! Look at this cute little Buc-ee plushie!"

"I know, darlin'. I told'ya you'd like this store." He smiled affectionately at you. You tossed the stuffed beaver into the cart.

"Whoa, whoa, Sugar. Our house can't hold many more stuffed animals, it's practically oozing fluff as we speak."

"Oh shush, Joel. I need him," you said while throwing two sets of matching Buc-ee pajamas in the cart.

"Two?" He raised an eyebrow, looking at the tags.

"One for you. One for me," you kissed his cheek, skipping merrily toward the hoodies.

Joel shook his head, too lovesick to object to the matching flannel pajamas covered in cartoon beavers.

An older gentleman walked past Joel and gave a look from Joel with the cart, to you holding up several hoodies and comparing. "First time?" The old man laughed.

"Unfortunately," Joel rolled his eyes, laughing. "I underestimated her shopping ability when I decided to take her here."

"Been there," the old man pointed to an older lady, presumably his wife. "I'm Arthur." He shook hands with Joel. "My wife Marlene and I have been comin' here for years and she's the same way." He looked at her lovingly. "You two remind me a lot of us when we were younger. You make a lovely couple."

Joel smiled and looked over at you, where the older woman, Marlene, had walked up and began talking to you. Your smile lit up, and the old lady clapped her hands together once, excitedly helping you decide between two sweatshirts. Your eyes found Joel and you both shared a smile. 

Joel looked back at the old man and grinned. "Thank you, sir. She's definitely a keeper." The old man patted Joel on the shoulder, leaving to meet up with his wife and kissing her on the cheek as they walked away.

You scampered over to Joel, holding up both hoodies. "I couldn't decide, so Marlene suggested I get both," you giggled.

Joel rolled his eyes, unable to stop the smile on his face. "Alright, throw 'em in the cart. But we better get outta here before I have to take out a loan."

"Thank you for taking me here, baby. I had a lot of fun, and I'm sorry I gave you a hard time earlier," you pulled his collar, lowering his face so you could kiss him on the lips.

"Anytime, sugar. I'll never get tired of seeing that smile." He kissed you back, rubbing his thumb across your cheek.

"Now, whaddya say we go grab a couple sandwiches and sodas, then head back and watch movies in these matching pajamas the rest of the day," Joel suggested.

You nodded excitedly, thrilled with your boyfriend's willingness to participate in your shenanigans. "YES!"

Joel headed towards the checkout counter, struggling to reel you in from looking at more merch. He already took out a large deposit for the ring hidden in his dresser drawer, and this was easily going to cost at least a hundred more.

The two of you walked to the truck, him smacking you on the butt as you climbed in the passenger seat while he held the door open. Shaking his head, he thinks back to the older couple. How Arthur said you reminded him of them in their younger days. Sitting in the driver's seat, he smiled at you, taking in your features.

"What?" You asked, giggling and running your hand through the curls by his ear. 

"Nothin' darlin'. Just thinking about us and how much I love you," he smiled.

"I love you too, Joel" you pressed a kiss to his lips, running your hand down to his neck and pulling him in deeper.

"Thank you again for today," you grinned, pulling away.

"Anytime, Sugar. There'll be plenty more where that came from," he replied, stealing a quick glance at your empty ring finger. Maybe tonight will be the night, he thought.

"Think we'll ever be like Arthur and Marlene?" You asked him, taking a slight risk at the question of your future while interlacing your fingers with his right hand.

He looked over at you, kissing your knuckles. "I hope so, Sunshine." He kissed your ring finger. "I hope so."

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So anyway, yeah I might have a problem lol. But I hope you liked this. Let me know what you think ❤️ thanks for reading.

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What about I could do this all day but with Arthur curry, where he is being flirty and complimenting the reader all day, even she and others are like he can't keep going, and he does and maybe it ends with him taking reader out on a date and then she starts flirting with him all day

.⋆｡Keep Going｡⋆.

Arthur Curry x plus size reader

Sick of Arthur’s relentless flirting, you strike back.

Warnings: flirting, idiots in love, fluff, pick up lines are from google

WC: 730

Minors DNI

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He was desperate, charming, delusional and all around annoying but there was no way you could hate him, he was just too endearing. Arthur had been following you around the Justice League tower all day like a lost puppy, showering you with any compliment he could think of. 

“I’d bet you’d look great dressed in kelp.” You came to a screeching halt and whipped around, brow raised at the huge man who was walking behind you. “Y’a know when we get married, you’ll have to wear something seafood-like and I think kelp would compliment your skin perfectly.” Your face, which already seemed permanently heated from all the attention, got even hotter.

“Oh my god.” You groaned, hiding your face behind the file you were holding.

“Actually, I think coral might look better on you, maybe a starfish or two.”

“Arthur!” You hissed, hyper aware of the fact that you were in a building full of superheroes who did not appreciate fraternisation in their League.

But Arthur just smirked as he leaned against the wall only a few inches from you. “C’mon, just let me take you out already.” He practically begged, a stark contrast from his casual stance. 

As hard as you might try, you couldn’t resist those big amber eyes looking down at you like you were his whole world. Sighing, you gave him a nod. “Fine, one date! Just one!” Immediately his back straightened and he wrapped you in a tight hug, making you yelp.

“You better go put some socks on princess cause I’m about to knock them off!” And with that, he bounded away, chattering to himself about what kind of date he would take you on.

“Are you sure about picking that one? I know lots of better men and women that would do anything for a chance with you.” Diana practically materialised by your side, gazing disapprovingly at her teammate. 

You chuckled. “Well, he is kind of cute.”

——————

It wasn’t just one date, it was five. Barely 10 minutes into your first date (he brought you to the fucking aquarium) you were lost forever.

The flirting never stopped either, in fact, it somehow got worse. Every second sentence that left his perfectly kissable mouth was either a compliment or some lewd joke that was so bad it even made Batman blush. So you were expecting Diana to come crawling to you, begging it to stop for the sake of everyone else.

You started that morning, as soon as Arthur stepped from the zeta tube. You wolf-whistled and gave him a slow once-over. “Damn baby, if you were a Transformer you'd be Optimus Fine.” He froze comically, his eyes wide, his jaw dropped open in shock. He pulled himself together quickly and wrapped your wide hip in a bruising grip, smashing his lips to yours.

As Arthur scoured the fridge in the League kitchen several hours later, you walked into his peripheral vision and smirked as your own gaze fell onto his pert backside. “Do you drink a lot of Sprite? Because you look so-da-licious!” His head whipped around with a sickening click.

“What did you just say?” You shrugged.

“You heard me, sexy.” He groaned as his eyelids fluttered. You winked at him and turned to leave, abandoning Arthur with his little ‘problem’.

The conference room was dead silent as you all looked over your individual assignments with the occasional shuffling of papers or the sound of someone clearing their throat. Your new boyfriend sat beside you, one large hand planted firmly on your plump thigh, his fingers gently rubbing circles into the soft skin. 

Just as you finished off your reading a deafening sound came from the man beside you as he violently sneezed into his elbow. Immediately, everyone looked his way. “I would've said "God bless you" after that sneeze, but it looks like he already has.” Now all eyes were on you as you smirked evilly. They all groaned collectively at the bad line. 

Arthur’s hand tightened on your leg in warning. You squeezed his hand in return. “Stop.” He muttered under his breath as the others returned to their work, Diana smiling suspiciously.

“Stop what?” You asked dumbly.

“You will run out of pick-up lines eventually and when you do, I’ll be there.”  “Oh love, I could do this all day.” You retorted with a kiss to his bearded cheek.

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Sketches: Arthur Morgan x Plus-Sized!Reader (Semi-NSFW)

Nothing sexual, just drawings of a naked reader

From the moment you first met him, you would have never guessed that he could be this soft and gentle as a person. You had seen his hands bruised and bloodied, knuckles split and fingertips rubbed raw to the point they split open from the many fist fights and bar brawls he had been in. His hands, large and powerful like that of a bear, calloused from years of a hard life on the run, were not meant to be rest other than the little bit of peace he got when he would pass out after a horribly long day. His body, riddled with many scars, divots and healed over gashes, he had convinced himself that he would never let another see it in any way domestic after Mary.

He had convinced himself that he would never be able to live a domestic life.

Whenever he would ride into town or past the many farmhouses that dotted the southern countryside, he couldn’t help but feel envious at the sight of the many families that built up farms and towns. He yearned to have a life other than crime, but it was all he knew.

He almost didn’t believe he was alive when you both had started to fancy each other. Really, for Arthur, it was the moment you had joined in on the gang as it had really been your only hope at this point. He thought his brain had finally started to take a hike to nowhere when he caught you multiple times glancing at him - especially when he would stand up from picking something heavy up. You always looked away quickly, finding something immediately to occupy yourself and especially your hands, turning away to hide your heating face.

It wasn’t until you both found yourselves drunk in a dirty saloon, clinging onto each other while laughing at nothing like fools in love, barely managing to dance with each other as the pianist chimed away at the ivory keys that you both fell in love.

You had horribly misjudged Arthur upon first meeting him. Even as you laid next to him in his tent, your soft and plush body pushed up right against his rock-hard one, you still found yourself feeling so remorseful for thinking he was just some brute.

Arthur loved how warm you were. Some nights in his tent were brutal when horrible weather set in over the camp, especially when it rain and the winds howled outside, threatening to blow his tent right over. He loved how soft you were even more.

He felt like it was oh so wrong for his hands to grace your soft skin, but he loved it with every fiber of his being. He loved tracing shapes into your plush thighs without a thought in his mind. He loved digging his large hands into your wide hips to bring you closer to him. He loves coming into the tent after a long day of dealing with Dutch’s bullshit to bury his head in your stomach and hold you tightly as you combed your fingers through his hair.

It only made his heart ache something awful when he would be away from camp for days on end, whether it was somehow scraping together supplies for camp or chasing down jobs. Arthur always made sure to bring his journal wherever he went, but even more so now. Between the pages where he logged his thoughts in messy scripture and small doodles of whatever he came across, he would find himself writing about you. Sometimes it was little poems he would come up with on the spot so quickly he swore a child could write better. Sometimes it was him logging what you had said to him that clouded his mind, rooting in and flourishing like a field of flowers.

But what Arthur had been scribbling in his journal lately was something he even found himself flushing at: Your body. He didn’t mean to at first, but his hands had worked faster than his brain could process. But after the first sketch of you, he just had to do another, and then another in a different pose, and the one of you in a pose only he could see in the comforts of his tent.

That’s where Arthur found himself now, in his tent in the dead of night. The rest of the gang had finally gone to bed except for you the two of you. Arthur was lounged on his cot, his journal tucked up on his propped leg as the other hung off, his heel tapping against the hard ground. His eyes were trained on his journal, forest green hues dazed with lust, fingers were shaking ever so slightly, his fingertips were dusty with the ground up graphite from how much he had been sketching.

He poured his heart into the details of your body he loved so much. He swore he could never do justice, his drawings were nothing more than chicken scratch compared to the real thing.

Little did he know the real thing hadn’t actually gone to sleep in their own bed in their own tent, just waiting for everyone to finally fuck off to bed before they slipped out into the night as stepped lively to his own.

He chewed at the inside of his cheek in concentration. He had to get it all right: The way your body could move, the way you saunter around with those delish wide hips that tempt him every day, the way your soft belly curves, your thighs that could make him cry, your soft and round cheeks he loved to press kisses to. He loved how your naked body looked, he wished he could hold it forever until time would stop. He sketched your stretchmarks that would find himself tracing, your nipples pebbled when he would kiss at your chest, your hands grabbing at your ample body. He drew your legs apart this time, normally sketching them closed, as he tried to pay attention to the detail of your sex when he heard something that made him snap his journal closed in an instant.

His eyes shot up to his tent where he heard you clear your throat softly.

“Arthur?” you cooed softly at him. Just your voice alone sent warm vibrations down to his core. “You mind a lil’ company tonight?”

You parted the opening of his tent and stepped through, a perfect sight to really ignite the fire in him. A devious smile spread across your face at just the sight of Arthur’s pupils blown wide with a feral need.

“Darlin’, the day I say no to that is the day ya put me in the ground.”

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Fathers & Family Master Post! All the family stories I have are below! (Peaky Blinders & Bullet Train)

Peaky Blinders

Grab an End - Thomas Shelby & Teen Ruby Shelby

Ruby sneaks off to a party and needs Tommy’s help - Hurt / Comfort / Father daughter feels / coming of age

Moving Out - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby

Little Ruby has had enough of Tommy’s BS - Hurt / Comfort - father-daughter feels / fix it/ happy ending

Sick - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby

Ruby is on death's door, Tommy and family try to nurse her back to health

Da - Thomas Shelby & Little Teddy Shelby

The Kid’s first words & Tommy’s reaction - Super Fluff

We Are Not Good Men - Thomas Shelby & Adopted Teen Daughter Pt.2

 Reader is adopted when Tommy discovers that she had been working for him as a maid at 15 years old. Extreme fluff & hurt comfort. Hugs. Nondescriptive mentions of assault and beatings

A Vacation - Thomas Shelby X Reader & Family

Tommy needs to step up as a father, when his wife is pregnant again and put on bedrest a vacation is in order. Tommy takes them to stay in Cornwall and the reader watches everyone change for the better.

A Day at the Fair - Shelby boys & Finn

The boys promise him a day at the fair and it doesn’t go as planned - featuring lots of Tommy and Lizzy, plus Arthur and John

London Calling - Shelby Sister Reader

 (Shelby sister) has had enough of her family’s nonsense, she escapes to do things on her own. Only to find out years later the cause of her pain wasn’t what she thought it was.

First Hit - Finn Shelby Comming of Age

An outing takes an unexpected turn and Finn thinks its him time to step up. Featuring lots of kid Finn, buckets of innocence, lots of Tommy, and Lizzy to the rescue.

A Monster Under the Bed - Thomas X Reader & Daughter

Tommy helps a girl with an unexpected request that leads his heart somewhere it hasn’t been before

Closing Walls & Ticking Clocks - Thomas X Lizzie & Adopted Reader

who knew verbally assaulting a nun would win you the perfect family - Series

Growing Pains - Shelby Family & Reader Sister

Reader is the youngest of the Shelby clan and is often excluded due to her softer nature. When she gets hurt at the pub one day it quickly becomes everyone’s problem to fix it and make things right

Dad? - Tommy Shelby & Little Baby Sister

The last Shelby is born just before the war, when Tommy comes back caring for her is one of the only things he finds peace in.

Red - Thomas Shelby X Pregnant Reader

Redhead Reader finds out she’s pregnant with Tommy’s babe. This follows their wonders about what their child will be like.

Betrayal - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter

Reader is Tommy’s daughter. When she gets involved with a boy from a rival family, she knows that there is a lot on the line. Unfortunately for her, things don’t end well, causing Tommy to recall what it was like being in love with someone who stabs you in the back

Teddy Bear - Alfie & Little Girl from the Streets - Pt. 2

The reader gets lost wandering the streets, when she sees what she assumes is a bakery she sneaks in hoping to steal some scraps…. She gets caught by Alfie, initially terrified of his big size and loud voice she realizes he’s not so bad after all.

Allergies - Tommy Shelby X Reader Daughter

Thomas meets an unspeakable setback as he welcomes his new daughter into the world

Nonsense - Reader & Little Charlie Shelby

No one can understand what’s bothering little Charlie - no one except the reader

American Girl - Shelby Family & Sister Reader

The reader finds out more about her distant family after her Grandparents pass.

Her Father's Daughter - Thomas Shelby & Little Ruby Shelby

Follow up head cannons about how much Ruby adores her father.

Dresses - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter

While the ladies of the Shelby family are on vacation you realize you still need to find a ballgown for the big dance. Thankfully your dad is available.

Not a Child Anymore - Thomas Shelby & Reader Daughter

Tommy struggles with his daughter as she starts exploring the world of dating - After falling for Isaiah he catches them and all hell breaks loose

Me, Adopted? - Thomas Shelby & Reader Son

Charlie & Ruby play a prank on their little brother and tell him he's adopted.

I don't want to grow up - Tommy's daughter finds herself in an uncomfortable position while all the women are out of town - father-daughter comfort fic

Bullet Train

Values - Tangerine X Reader - Series

Tangerine can't help himself and decides to mess around while on the job - resulting in a very pregnant reader trying to track him down.

Adopt a Fruit - Tangerine & Lemon & Small reader child

A young girl falls into the hands of our two favorite assassins

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I'd love to see the main 8 in Hetalia coming home to their so passed out while reading a book. Extra points if the so is plus sized please! And btw your cat is ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE!!!(I have 2 tuxedo kitties myself named Italy and Romano). Please and thank you!!!

(Main 7? x Reader) Coming home to their sleeping S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Scenarios ~ A/N omg!!! kitties!!! send pics sometime!!! Btw thank u for ur continued support i know youve been here for a while and i appreciate it :3 (ALSO I DIDNT DO CHINA IM SORRY ITS 1AM AUUUGH)

Trigger Warning: None, just Fluff!

As soon as you got home, Alfred could tell something was off. Although it wasn't every day that you would run to greet him, he could count on at least a loud “Hey!” from across his home. But when he set his bags down from work, he heard no such thing.

Immediately, he tried to recall the morning you had spent together. Unluckily for him, it was nothing but a blur. You had... been there. He remembered that for sure, but if you had said something about being busy, he couldn't recall.

But that must be what had happened. Maybe he should set his alarms earlier, he concluded. But as for now, surely you would return home soon. There was nothing he could do about it, so he might as well enjoy his time alone.

So, like a child, his immediate instinct was to tear off his stiff work clothes, now wearing nothing but his boxers and a t-shirt (If anyone saw him through the window, well, that's nothing but a gift to them,) And like that, he pranced around the home doing his daily routine. Putting away his newly acquired paperwork, washing the dishes before dinner, and putting his suit away in the closet. Or well, that is what he was going to do, before he opened the bedroom door to you, fast asleep.

You were splayed out across the bed, your book still clasped tightly even as your chubby chest rose and fell. He sighed to himself, smiling softly and looking at you like one would look at a long-lost lover.

Well, clearly you had had a tiring day. It would be rude of him to wake you up now, he thought. He would rather do so later, after he's made a dinner both of you would adore.

Arthur didn't like quiet houses. It always made him nervous. Probably paranoia left over from back in the days when you would have to constantly fear for your life. But that justification didn't help. His fear remained, which is why he was so excited to have you move in with him. With you, there would always be a faint, friendly presence. But today, when he returned home from work, he couldn't help feeling unnerved.

Although you weren't spontaneous by any means, it wasn't out of the ordinary for you to suddenly disappear, off to do god knows what. It wasn't a habit Arthur particularly enjoyed, but he loved you despite it. And because you loved him too, you would at least usually leave a text message. But he had received none.

Just to be sure, he pulled out his phone and checked again. Nothing.

Well, he was dismayed, to say the least. But you wouldn't be gone long, he knew that for sure. Now all he had to do... was wait.

So he wandered into the living room, setting his briefcase down by the door before he jumped back. His breath hitched in his throat as he suddenly saw you, laying on the couch.

Clutching a hand to his chest to catch his breath, he approached quickly. But then he noticed the soft, almost unnoticeable smile on your face... the one you always wore while resting in his home. Slowly, he crouched down beside you, caressing your cheek while you slept. How adorable.

He was a lucky man, he thought to himself. He was very fortunate to be able to come home to this sight.

It was an exhausting day, to say the least. First, he was late to work, then he had to actually do his work, and then on the way home, traffic was the worst he's seen in months. So when he stumbled into his apartment, all he wanted was to see your wonderful face... and also maybe a cup of tea.

Which, when he looked around the flat, he was almost greeted by. Through the windowed doors to his balcony, he merely saw the end of your legs, propped up on an old metal chair.

“Mon ange?” He calls out to you, walking towards the balcony with a smirk.

When you didn't respond, he asked again louder, “Y/N?”

For a moment, he felt dread creeping up his spine, before he rounded the corner to see you. Fast asleep, with your book laid against your chest as you snored.

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. It seems you had the same idea he had. As slowly as possible, as to not wake you from your peaceful slumber, he pulled up a chair from inside right next to you. As he sat down, he kept looking over to you, a loving smile upon his face even as his eyes began to weigh more and more.

“Y/N, my love!” Ivan calls out as soon as he enters your shared home.

“Крошка? Where are you?“ He continues, as he begins wandering through the house in search of you. But as he entered more rooms, only to hear no response, his blood began to grow colder.

You had said you would be home when he got home, yet you were nowhere to be found yet. You rarely didn't respond to his calls either, so needless to say, your out-of-character behaviour was beginning to frighten him.

Had you lied? He searched the living room. Had there been an emergency? He searched the kitchen. Had you been taken? He searched the office. Had something horrible happened? He searched the bedroom- Oh.

As he burst into the bedroom, the door being moments from slamming into the wall, all his worries were eased. He grabbed the door to silence it before stepping forward and sitting on the edge of the bed. Before him, you were curled up tightly around your book, your breathing soft and rhythmic.

“Как драгоценный…” he whispered to himself before crawling next to you. As he looked upon your sleeping face, he felt his heart doing somersaults. Well, if you weren't conscious to protest, there was no reason he couldn't watch your lovely face until you awoke.

Feliciano was not a working man. He had realized that within his first 30 years of life, and the last 3,000 had only cemented it. All he wanted to do when he dragged himself home to you was curl up in your lap and cry his stresses away. So when you told him you would meet him at home after work, he was quick to rush home (breaking countless traffic laws in his wake,) to meet you.

But when he reached home, only to not immediately see or hear you, he couldn't help flopping flat onto the floor. Dust and dirt be damned. He was goddamn tired, and there he would lay until you came home to see him. Or well, that's what he thought, until before he heard your soft snores coming from the living room. Lucky, considering he was about to start snoring himself and drown you out.

Reluctantly, he peeled himself off the floor and stumbled over to the living room. There, you were out cold on his old couch, still holding the book you had been telling him all about just the day before.

Adorable, was his first thought. Seeing you all peaceful, your chubby body relaxed on his couch. You really trusted him and his home that much? Amazing.

But then he started feeling jealous. He wanted to take a nap too! How long had you been here, relaxing while he had been working? Well, working was a pretty big stretch, but still! You were so lucky. But it's his couch, and you're his partner, so he was going to cuddle up against you and nap too, regardless of whether he woke you up in the process or not.

When he had given you a key to his residence, Ludwig had really not expected you to use it as much as you had. But it seemed that every other day, he would return from whatever he had been doing to find you in his home, doing whatever. You had said something about even mundane things being more fun when you were with him. A sentiment he could understand at least a little, considering he wasn't one to complain about your presence. It comforted him just as much as it did you, even if he was afraid to admit it.

So when he returned home from the grocery store to find your shoes laid next to his, he wasn't surprised in the slightest. He just simply sighed and continued his day, quickly putting away his groceries.

“Y/N, how long have you been here?” He asks casually from the kitchen after he sees your figure laying on his couch. No response, but maybe you had your earbuds in. It's no matter.

But when he finishes his task and walks over, he instantly realizes you were asleep. It was the first time this had happened... and he really didn't know what to do.

He sat on the coffee table across from you, staring at you intensely as he was deep in thought. Would it be rude to wake you? Would it be weird to let you keep sleeping in his apartment? God, he really wishes he could call Feliciano right now... but no! He knows you better, and he'll figure this out by himself. Even... even if it takes him a few minutes of pacing to decide.

But after he's finished sweating, he lets you keep sleeping. You must've needed it, and he'd be remiss to take that away from you. Plus, you look cute when you sleep, but he'd never even admit that to himself.

Although Kiku was one of the most anxious people on planet Earth, he never worried when it came to you. That's part of why he liked you so much. It was never stressful, around you, everything came easily to him. So when you hadn't responded to his text telling you he was on his way home, he assumed the best. You were busy, and it meant nothing more than that.

When he arrived at your shared home, he didn't panic when he didn't hear you. He simply decided to go about his normal routine, not searching for you. You would let him know where you were soon, he knew it. But even if it didn't, it was alright.

But when he was bringing his laundry into his bedroom, he was a little shocked to find you laying on your shared bed, still holding your book tightly. Although his heart stopped for a moment, he quickly calmed down. He silently set the basket he was holding down, walking over to you and leaning over the bed. With a gentle touch on the shoulder, he woke you up.

“Silly, you fell asleep...” He teases softly as you start to open your eyes, “Wake up, let's go make dinner together.”

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RDR2 Writing Collection

Since it seems like I’m not stopping any time soon here’s an organized list of my RDR2 works. :) I’ll update this every time I write something else. REQUESTS CLOSED - Sorry really busy :’ ) I’ll come back someday

🌲 = New Story

How the Gang Kisses You

The Gang with a Plus Sized Lover

The Gang as Fathers

 The Gang’s Kinks and Fantasies 

 Valentine’s Day with the Gang

How The Gang Comforts You After a Nightmare

Micah’s Little Sister 

The Gang Catching Feelings for You

Bitter Sweet Goodbye - You Die in Their Arms

The Longest Night (Arthur x Fem!Reader)

Saved by the Gang - Your SO saves you from your kidnappers

Save Yourself - GN! Reader x Various (Arthur convinces you to leave the gang)

The Price of Cake - Charles x Reader 

Soulmates - Josiah x Reader

N/A

Ghost Riders - Reader x Arthur x Charles

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Till the Sun Rises

Okay okay, it’s time people

it’s

it’s

Chubby Arthur x Chubby reader smut time because

DAMNIT I WANT CHUBBY READER AND CHUBBY ARTHUR

HIS THIGHS WILL BE PRAISED DAMNIT

anyway

@kieropal​​ This is for you! (and me lmao) Congrats on getting over 100 followers! You deserve so many more than that! And I hope you like the rest of this just as much as you liked the WIP! 

Warnings: Chubby Arthur x Chubby reader, smut, 18+ themes sexual in nature, Female reader

18+ Under the cut y’all!

You crossed your legs and hoped to God that no one noticed.

You hoped to God that no one had noticed who you’d been staring at, who caused you to cross your legs, especially hoping that the person you’d been ogling didn’t.

Considering he had an ax in his hand you figured he had better things in mind.

You tried your hardest not to feel the way you did, truly, honestly.

You just couldn’t help it.

The more you looked at him…The more you felt a heat begin to pool in your stomach.

Plus, every time you talked to him you could feel yourself trip over your own words like you hadn’t been talking your entire life. 

Arthur Morgan was a specimen, that much was true.

You watched with a sideways glance his way as he brought the axe up over his bare chest and swung down, cracking a log in half with a resounding crack! And he gave a grunt as he tossed the two pieces to the side to replace them with a fresh log.

It was hot in Clemmon’s Point, and you didn’t blame him for taking his top off.

But God did it make things difficult for you.

Dangling the shirt around his waist next to his suspenders, it was almost as if he was taunting you.

It was like he knew.

Like he knew that you couldn’t help but notice the way the muscles moved under his skin.

His arms flexing involuntarily with every movement, his forearms showing the most, with his back following, he might have had a bit more fat on his body, but that didn’t take away from the strength there.

He was a little round in the middle, no one could deny that, his stomach came over his belt, but if anything that added to the attraction of him. A man with a stomach ate well, and he ate well because he worked hard. 

His chest was meaty in the best way, and covered in a dusting of chest hair, just enough to be handsome as hell, placed in all the right places, not too much of it, not too little.

Well-trimmed and well groomed.

He kept his hair short with a fade and kept a beard just slightly longer than his jawline, occasionally swapping it for a gentle stubble, like he had now to try and fight the heat of the south.

Arthur Morgan was a massive man, almost of beastly size, both in height and and in width.

And it made you hot and bothered to no end and every time he opened his mouth it was like heaven was tumbling out of his vocal cords.

That voice was like listening to honey, yet somehow it was rough in all the right places, you’d listened to him threaten so many people, camp members who happened to cross him on a bad day, people in town who tried to start trouble...

The way he lowered his voice?

Christ, he already had a low voice as it was, but he dropped an octive or two when he wanted to be threatening.

You knew it was supposed to be threatening.

You knew that.

But 

Shit it did not feel that way.

You felt your entire body heat up every time he did it. 

You were never able to control the direction your head went. He’d open his mouth, threaten someone to be careful or he’d split their chest wide open, and all you could think about was him taking control of you.

“Just like that Princess....arch just a little more for me, you’re bein’ such a good girl for me, takin’....shit...takin’ my whole cock like this....”

Those thoughts crossed your mind far too often, his hands all over your body, his voice in your ear, commanding you, muttering such awful, sinful things...

You were so embarrassed.

He was your friend, the two of you hadn’t had any kind of romantic interaction at all, yet every time you looked at him? 

God, you just couldn’t focus. 

This hadn’t happened until recently, the last two months, your entire body just seemed to react to him. 

He had a fantastic personality too, it wasn’t just about his body, or his voice. He was a great man. Sure he could threaten someone, he killed men, he robbed, conned, but....he had a softer side, a kinder side, and you saw it, as much as he wished that no one did, you did. 

He had a reputation to hold up.

He was patient with those who deserved it, funny, smarter than he let on, and just all around...

Sweet.

Everything about him attracted you. He was rough, but he was soft too.

He could strangle you.

But you wanted him to. 

But he could also hug you, keep you safe, and you wanted that too.

“Y/N, I been talkin’ to you for the last five minutes, you hear a single word I said?” 

You blinked and look up at the voice, your face going red immediately as you looked into those blue-green oceanic eyes. 

Arthur leaned against the handle of the axe, his elbow propped against it and the head of the axe planted securely on the ground. Still stationed over by the wood, but considering you’d managed to take the closest seat available to the wood you were sure more than likely he’d noticed you staring. 

His head cocked to the side with a sly smirk on his face. 

“Lil preoccupied there are ya? Thinkin’ about somethin’ you shouldn’t be?” 

You floundered for a moment, opening and closing your mouth like a fish.

“I...No...I...I..I..” You couldn’t properly think about what to say, your eyes wondering down his bare chest, you forced yourself to look back to his eyes, trying to ignore the heat in your face.

“I got somethin’ on me? Mud or somethin’? Probably flung from the axe.” He looked down to where you’d glanced, wiping his stomach gently with one of those massive hands of his.

Of course he noticed you looking. He’s observant, he’ll notice everything you do.

“No, no, I...I thought, but no.” 

“Mhm.” He hummed and stood straight, and leaned the axe against the tree, and started his way towards you, taking a seat at the table directly across from you.

He searched around in one of his pockets, and pulled out a cigarette, placing it delicately between his lips.

He pulled a match out then, lighting it against the table with one swift flick of his wrist.  

You watched as he covered the cigarette with his hand, and brought the match flame to the end, huffing as he managed to light it. 

Please, for the love of God, focus. Stop looking at his lips.

“So,” He huffed a cloud of smoke out, turning his head to avoid blowing it your way. “You done anythin’ fun? ‘Side’s melt in this damn heat?” 

Imagined you with your hand in your pants and your head thrown back but other than that nothing. 

“No, I’m afraid not Arthur.” You chuckle, hoping it doesn’t sound forced. “I think it’s almost too warm to do anything.” 

“’Course, nearly thought about jumpin’ in the damn lake myself.” He snorted. “Everybody better count themselves lucky this is as stripped as I’ve gotten.” 

Opposite of lucky.

You adjust your legs, hoping it isn’t noticeable. 

God, why couldn’t you just explain it to him? Tell him what he meant to you? Maybe he’d feel the same.

Ah, who are you kidding? 

You knew what you looked like, and you knew that you weren’t anything special in the personality department. 

You were round yourself, but not the same way Arthur was.

He was...

It fit him, made up part of his look, it didn’t feel outward, out of place at all. It was attractive. 

For you?

You knew most women had flat stomachs. That’s what men wanted. They didn’t want the marks on your thighs, or the squishy, flabby roundness of your stomach. 

It was an odd shape, it hung low, your breasts weren’t perky, your ass wasn’t as big as you wanted it to be, you had back fat, rolls, you knew no one that that was attractive. 

Not even a drunkard would pay for you.

So why on earth would someone as attractive as Arthur want something to do with you?

Little did you know Arthur did think of you as attractive. He thought of you almost every single day, that’s why he talked to you all the time.

Why he stumbled over his words, why he took his shirt off this afternoon. He was hot of course, but he’d noticed you take a seat and he let that little boost of confidence hit him enough to take it off.

He hated the way that he looked, he hated how large he was, you, you were different, you were attractive, wide hips, thick thighs, and a soft stomach. Him, he was ugly anyway. Adding a big stomach instead of even a slight hint of abs or at least a flat stomach, it just made him even uglier. 

You though.

He didn’t care that you were bigger.

Hell, he’d gone after bigger women his entire life. He loved the way you looked. Your hips? Your thighs? 

He liked your stomach, how it looked. He didn’t care that it was bigger, it looked soft and he often thought about what it’d be like to cuddle with you.

Granted, he also thought about snapping his hips against yours, listening to the wonton screams falling from your lips.

He thought about his hands gliding over that soft stomach of yours while he drilled into you as deeply as he could, all the way to the base, as much as you  could take, screaming his name and clawing at his back.

He thought about pulling your hair and pushing your back down, helping you arch that back as he slammed you from behind.

The way your face would look with his hand around your throat, or his fingers gripping onto your hips so hard that they left bruises. 

Sometimes he almost had to run away, afraid you’d see the tent forming in his pants.

Now the two of you sat in silence, you watching his lips as he smoked, puffing away at the cigarette. 

The two of you were oblivious to each other. Oblivious of the obvious attraction to one another, and everyone in camp could see it, but no one understood how you two didn’t. 

You tried not to stare at him, the silence between you wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but...it wasn’t a good silence either.

You were trying desperately to think of something to say, something to talk to him about, but all you could focus on, I mean...

You put your hand over your eyes for just a moment, trying to force yourself not to think the way you were, think about Arthur in such a way that you were sure a nun could condemn you to hell.

Your thoughts are pushed out of your head as he speaks up again. 

“Y/N, I got an idea, if....I mean, if you’ll come with me.” 

“Of course, I trust you Arthur.” 

He smiles at you widely, and stands from his seat, reaching his hand out to you, waiting as you place yours in it. 

Before you know it he’s pulling you along towards the lake, nearly running with excitement. 

You do your best to ignore the mischievous glances you receive from Abigail and Mary-Beth as you pass them, but your main focus is on the feeling of his hand in yours.

The further along the shoreline the two of you get, the further away from camp you get.

Finally the two of you reach a secluded location, a little bit of the lake area surrounded by nothing but empty shore.

“Further away from camp.” Arthur muttered, he dropped your hand and faced you. “Ain’t no one who’ll see the two of us if we jump in to cool off.”

Why does he hate you? Is he teasing you on purpose, what kind of hellish torture is this? 

“C’mon, I won’t look at ya, I’m gonna hop in, it’s hot as hell.” He offers another smirk and unbuttons the final button on his shirt that kept it hanging on and tossed it to side, followed by his suspenders. 

You turn quickly to ignore the heat on your face, and begun to unbutton your shirt yourself. 

You weren’t willing to pass this up. 

You liked him, you knew that, and he had this idea himself, you weren’t going to refuse him.

You’d never get the confidence to do this on your own, so you had to go in the moment.

You heard a splash behind you, and twisted to see Arthur shoulder deep in the lake.

“C’mon! It’s nice!” He smiles widely and gestures for you to come in. “Promise, I ain’t gonna look.”

You swallow and nod, undressing as quickly as possible, crossing your arms over your chest and running into the lake, looking at the back of Arthur’s head as he leaned back to get water on his scalp.

“Ya in?”

“Yep, you can look now cowboy.” 

He turned to look at you, a smile crossing his face again, and then his face began to redden.

He hadn’t thought this through.

You were naked.

He was naked.

Together.

Only a few feet apart.

He cleared his voice and moved back a little, glad that the water was just a little clouded, otherwise you’d see the arousal beginning to form between his legs.

Shit

He couldn’t stop staring at your collarbones, a little lower too, thankful again for the water’s discoloration.

He’d have no idea what he’d do if he could see lower.

He watched as you leaned back, sighing quietly as you dipped your head in the water, your hair getting soaked, falling around your face and shoulders as you brought your head back up.

“This is nice Arthur,” You smile at him, finally relaxing slightly with the cold of the water washing over your heated skin. “How’d you find this place? It’s nice not to have to worry about being spotted.” 

He didn’t want to admit to you that he’d found it when he was avoiding you with a hard on.

Hell, that time it had been just from you fucking smiling at him, telling him he was such a sweet man. 

That alone had made him harder than a rock.

“Uh..easy, just went on a walk one night, couldn’t sleep, so I took a stroll. That’s all.” 

“Well it’s nice, maybe I’ll start taking my baths here.” You smile, really not meaning anything by it. “I don’t have much money to be spending on a hotel, so free is better than paying.” 

You watch Arthur’s face contort a little, if anything he got redder in the face, his ear tips joined his face and his chest as well, glowing like a tomato.

“Are you okay Arthur?” You move closer to him, water sloshing as you half swim, half walk that way. “You’re looking red in the face, can you breathe?”

He backed away from you as you neared, bringing his hands above the surface of the water, holding them palms facing you.

“I’m...I’m..shit..I’m fine!” He stutters out. “Just...I...just.” He offers a cough. “Just choked on some of the water, that’s all.” 

“Oh, good, I couldn’t have something happen to you.” You give a smile, and he nearly melts.

God he wished that smile was something else, a smile welcoming him home after a long day of jobs, a smile telling him that he’d done good for the day, a smile cause he’d called you beautiful in the morning.

A smile at him that he saw first thing in the morning after a night of lovemaking, hell he’d even take after a night of fucking.

He wanted to make love to you, he did.

But....

Jesus he wanted to fuck you.

He shook his head and you watched, your brow furrowing with confusion.

“You sure you’re alright?” 

“I’m fine,” he held his hand out again, and swallowed. “Just...thinkin’ that’s all.” 

“Thinking about something you shouldn’t be?” You tease.

Arthur offered you a nervous chuckle and scratched the back of his neck, swallowing as he looked at you.

“Oh....so you were?” You chuckle and bring some water to your face, hoping it’ll cool the oncoming heat you feel, wondering about what he was thinking about.

“Uh...” He chuckles again. “Yeah, I’ll...I admit, it’s...somethin’ I shouldn’t be...thinkin’...I’m just keepin’ myself thinkin’ about jobs is all, I’m supposed to be relaxin’.” 

You move forwards, and this time he doesn’t back away, too busy watching you to do so.

You place a hand on his shoulder, offering him a smile as he slumps them.

“What’s that for?” He questions you. 

“You always seem to relax when I do that, I don’t know why, but I’m glad I can help.”

“I...I guess I do.” 

He smiled in return, one of those genuine smiles, the little chipped tooth of his peaking through it.

You stepped a little closer and then-

You feel something against your leg.

Arthur’s eyes widen as he realizes what just happened, and his embarrassment only got worse when his cock twitched involuntarily, which he was sure you felt that too.

“I’m sorry-”

“No I-”

“I got too close-”

“I didn’t mean- Shit Y/N-” 

You breath heavily and step back a little, unable to look away from him.

“I...Shit Y/N I’m....I’m so sorry, I’m so fuckin’ sorry,  I didn’t think to...I...Wasn’t gonna let you get close enough and I-” 

He swallows and you watch as he sinks a little lower into the water, just barely keeping his mouth above it. His eyes are clouded, and you can see how red his face has become.

“Arthur...I didn’t...I didn’t...” You swallow and try your best to ignore your body. 

The heat you’d managed to forget from earlier returned, stronger than the last. Pooling at your stomach, making you want to do nothing but step closer to him. 

“I didn’t....you...You like...You...Me?” You stutter out. “You...that...Is it...because of the water?” 

Arthur stays silent, but shakes his head no, the water sloshing quietly with the movement.

“It’s...because of me?” 

“Y/N I’m sorry, Damn sorry. I...Shit I...I...you make me feel things I...jesus, If I told ya the things you make me think you’d think I was some kinda perverted sicko.” 

He sunk a little lower, keeping his nose above water. 

Just let me drown.

You swallow and look down at the water.

It was now or never.

He’d just given you a confidence boost you didn’t believe was possible.

You stepped closer and he began to move backwards, shooting himself back up out of the water to his shoulders.

“Y/N please, let me be, I already want to kill myself-”

“Arthur stop moving.” 

He listens to you, and swallows, looking anywhere but your eyes as you near, and then-

He shudders and you listen to the sharp inhale he gives as your hand finds his dick under the water.

It’s bigger than you expected. 

The tip had touched your thigh earlier, but that hadn’t given you any idea of how large he was.

“Y/N...” He looks at you, his eyes clouded slightly, his pupils blown. “You don’t have to do this, you ain’t....don’t do this just...just cause you think you have to, don’t-” “Arthur, you make me think like a slut.” You mutter. “A whore.” 

You look down, your hand gently gliding gently over his dick, and you hear a small whimper escape him.

“I’ve just never felt....I’ve never thought I was...pretty enough to be...one for you.” 

He stared at you, his jaw clenched.

“Darlin’,” He swallowed and reached for you, his hands finding your sides, and you tensed, hoping he wasn’t disappointed by the rolls on your body. “You ain’t a whore, you ain’t a slut...but I’ll damn well treat you like one if that’s what you need.” He took a deep breath. 

“You’re sure as hell beautiful, I think about ya all the damn time, think about all the shit you do that just makes my head spin. Darlin’ if I wasn’t so fuckin’ insecure about myself I woulda had you by now.” 

You swallow and take your hand from his cock and bring it to his face and slam your lips against his. 

He kisses you with such fervor that nothing else matters.

Nothing around you is real besides him.

The heat of his body, the feel of his chest against yours.

His dick against your thigh.

Arthur’s hands trail all over you, moving over every part he can reach, anything he can feel, your arms, shoulders, breasts, over your back, hell he lingered his fingers, his palms over your most insecure parts there, the rolls you hated so much.

They make their way towards your ass, gripping it hard enough you were sure you’d have bruises. 

The groans in your ear muffled by your own mouth.

The noises he made were just as fantastic as you’d hoped they’d be.

Low, guttural.

He grabbed you by the thighs, and pulled your body flush against him bringing your thighs up, wrapping them around his waist.

He pulled away from you only to place his mouth on your neck, kissing you in places that made you make noises you hadn’t realized you were capable of.

“Keep makin’ them sounds for me girl.” You felt Arthur’s lips against your skin as he spoke, and knew that you’d have no problem following his order.

You grabbed one of his wrists, and guided his hand, with a little resistance at first, taking his fingers to the opening of your most sensitive area.

“Mhmh...” His hum is muffled as he drags his lips along the skin of your jaw. “That’s what you want huh?”

“Please Arthur....”

“Maybe....beg me for it Sugar.” 

Jesus.

“Arthur, please....Please, I’ve craved you for so long,  I don’t want to wait any longer, please-”

“You gotta do better than that Princess.” He moved towards your ear, dropping his voice the way you liked. “Make me feel how desperate you are.”

“Arthur......” You’re nearly whining now. “I’ve wanted to feel you inside me for so long...Please Arthur....Please....I’ll do anything to feel you, anything-”

“That’s better.” 

He’s quick, shoving a finger inside of you, and you let out a mewl, and he can’t help but grunt.

“Jesus girl, you weren’t fuckin’ lyin’, you’re....all this for some ugly man like me?” 

“Arthur you aren’t-” You clench your jaw and lean your head against his shoulder trying to stifle the sound coming from your throat. He’d furled his finger just the right way, touched a spot so sensitive you couldn’t speak if you tried.

“No, no, what did I say?” Arthur kisses your neck again, making your head spin some more as he continues to pump his finger. “I wanna hear them noises.” 

“What...about camp?” You manage to get out.

“Fuck them.” He grunts, and sticks a second finger into you, slipping it in with the first without even hesitation. “I’m here for a good time, and I’ve wanted you for a while now, and I’m gonna take you.” 

The last of that sentence was nearly a growl, and you felt your entire body prickle with excitement.

“I want you to make it hard to walk tomorrow Arthur.” You huff out, trying not to let out another moan at another swift movement from his fingers.

“Don’t you worry Princess.” He grumbles. “You’re gonna be seein’ stars by the time I’m done with you.” 

He smacks your thigh twice under the water, and mutters “Stay” as he takes his hand up to his shoulder where your hand resides.

He grabs your wrist and guides it between your two bodies, all while still pumping his fingers in you. moving them in just the right ways.

You hand reaches his cock, and he kisses your jaw, sucking there, making sure you’ll have a mark there.

“Stroke girl.” 

“Yes Arthur,” You pant and do your best to keep a conscious idea of what the hell you’re doing, and begin to give him what he needs.

He lets out such a low noise, a sound of relief with just the first stroke that you think for moment he’s already finished.

“Arthur....Please.....”

“You’re wet girl, but you’re gonna cum for me once before we get to the main part.” 

He leans back and looks you in the eye.

“I wanna see you come apart girl.” 

You clench around his fingers as he speaks, that voice of his making it all the harder to keep a composure.

Arthur smirks, and then the pad of his thumb comes down on your clit and you let out such a noise that you’re absolutely positive people at camp know what’s going on. 

“That’s what I want.” He growls. “Lemme hear you Princess, lemme see them faces.”

“Arthur....I’ll...Anything...” 

“Mhm....anythin’....” He grunts and you feel as he thrusts into your hand, the motion of your hand running along his cock has become nearly muscle memory. 

He continues with his attack, thumbing the most sensitive part of you, and your climax come up against you faster than you would have believed possible, and it isn’t long before you’re clenching around his waist, your thighs quivering as you bite down on his shoulder, almost on impulse, your noises muffled by the skin of his muscles.

“Thatta girl....just like that...”

“Arthur!” He helps you ride it out, and pulls his fingers from you leaving an empty feeling in your body.

He grabs your hand and takes it away from his cock before grabbing it himself and aligning with your entrance.

“Last chance to back out girl.” He looks you in the eye, his voice is confident but you see that bit of anxiety creeping out.

You can’t speak, still reeling slightly, so instead you kiss his neck, listening to the quietly whimper that comes out of him before he grips your hip with a steel hold and pulls you onto his dick.

He was wide. 

Girthy.

Jesus you felt like he’d tear you in half, but in the best way. 

You were still sensitive, but it felt fantastic at the same time, bordering between hurt and pleasure.

“Ohhhh....Christ....” Arthur’s voice comes out in a deep sigh against your cheek. “You...jesus you feel so fuckin’ good.” 

“Arthur....” is all you can get out. All you can manage to even think.

Your head is swirling, all you can comprehend is the feeling between your legs and the smell of Arthur.

The sounds he made.

The feeling of his bicep against you, his forearm against your thigh.

Your stomach against his.

He snapped you back to reality with a hard thrust up into you, his hands clenching harder around your hips.

You let out almost a scream that sends Arthur’s mind fuzzy and he’s quickly overcome with the lust for you.

He moves you, his strong arms lifting you at the hip, and slamming you back down against him.

The water around the two of you sloshes loudly, but you couldn’t give a flying fuck.

You scream his name and that smirk returns to his face, his eyes darken and the fucking gets harder, his groans louder.

“Fuck girl....I been wantin....shit...wantin’ this for a while now....I...fuck...” 

“ARTHUR!”

You want to say something else, you want to talk, say everything you’ve thought about him, how hot you think he is, how bothered he gets you, but you’re physically unable to say anything other than his name, other than moans.

“Everyone’s gonna know who you belong to.” He hisses under his breath. “You’re mine, and I’m gonna fuck you good, till the sun rises tomorrow.” 

He looks you in the eye.

“Who’s are you?” He demands. 

“Yours! Your! Arthu- fuck!” 

You can’t get anymore out, your body doing what it needs to do, moving with Arthur, complimenting the snapping of his hips.

He leans to your shoulder, biting down, hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to hurt.

You didn’t care if it did hurt.

You run your hand through the back of his hair as he moves to your jaw again, and you tug at the slightly longer hair at the back of his head.

“Mhmmm...” He moans in your ear, the feeling of your fingers in his hair doing wonders for him.

He huffs, and then stops, pulling out of you, making you whimper quietly, you felt empty. 

“Arthur please don’t tease-” 

He grips you tight and turns you around, forcing you to look towards the shore.

You feel him slip between your folds again, and before you know it his cock is buried balls deep into you once more.

He keeps a hand on your hip, gripping tightly and the other snakes around your front, under your arm and over your front, until his hand found your throat. He pushes you against his chest and groans in your ear as he thrusts upwards.

“You’re doin’ so good Sugar. Feel so...fuck....feel so good for me. Can’t believe we waited this long.” 

“I didn’t-” You bite your lip and clench yourself around him, trying to delay a second climax. “I didn’t think...you felt...for...me.” 

“Girl...I...been....shit girl I feel a lot for ya...too much- Fuck.” 

You can feel that familiar tense in your stomach as you grow closer to your second climax.

“Arthur,” You pant. “I’m....soon.”

“Hold on Princess, just...Fuck...jus’ hold it, for me, please, just a little longer.” 

“I’ll...try..” You mutter.

“I’m almost....I’m...soon too.” He huffs. “Jus’ hold on...” 

He isn’t lying to you of course, you can feel his thrusts become erratic, no longer rhythmic in nature.

Even his erratic unplanned thrusts are pushing you further towards your end, and you can feel with each one how much closer you come to the edge until finally he pulls himself out of you and warmth that’s hotter than the water around you spreads around your thighs.

He groans in your ear, loudly and unashamed as he puts a sweaty forehead against your shoulder.

His hand reaches towards your center, going for your clit.

“C’mon, you can finish now girl, for me, cum.” It’s almost a demand.

It just took those words and a good final flick of your bundled nerves.

You again scream his name and he gives a breathy chuckle against your skin, helping you ride out your second for the day.

“That’s my girl...” 

You breath heavily, leaning fully against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder.

Quietly you kiss his neck gently and close your eyes.

“You alright Princess?”

You nod, still breathing heavily.

“Guess we should...” He chuckles again. “Guess maybe we should talk about how we feel ‘bout each other huh?” 

You laugh and find his hand with your own, interlocking your fingers with his.

“I think,” you mumble. “You and I could...we could be really good together.”

“You want a fat man like me?” 

“You’re the most attractive man I’ve ever met.” You whisper groggily. “Your size...it’s one of the most attractive parts about you.”

“Hmm.” He hums. 

“I’m just surprised you wanted all that with me.” You mumble.

“Love your body Darlin’, all of it....makes me hornier than I care to admit.” 

You feel your face flush and swallow.

“You wanna try this...Arthur? I mean...not just...not...You know, but...us?”

He’s silent for a moment, but allows another small chuckle and then kisses your shoulder.

“I think I’d love that.” 

Please, this writing made me feel all of the things if it doesn’t get likes I think I’ll cry this is the only one that’s important I-

[hyperfixatedbastard]

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IMPORTANT: I might write NSFW in the future! Minors are allowed to interact with my regular SFW content, but NOT the NSFW. While I can't stop any of you from doing it anyways, this is a personal boundary. I don't want to get in trouble because people don't have common sense or self control.

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Fandoms I Write For:

Stardew Valley

Red Dead Redemption 2

Hazbin Hotel / Helluva Boss

Favorite Characters to Write:

Arthur Morgan (RDR2)

Charles Smith (RDR2)

Adam (Hazbin Hotel)

Harvey (Stardew Valley)

Shane (Stardew Valley)

What I WILL Write:

SFW and/or NSFW

ALL PLATONIC Character x Reader (includes child/teen!reader)

MOST ROMANTIC Character x Reader

ANY gender reader

specific reader details (plus size, neurodivergent/autistic, disabled, etc.)

most violence and gore

fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, whatever

shitty/douchebag behavior (I do have limits - listed below)

What I Will NOT Write:

rape/non-con (I'll do dub-con at best. I might be willing to do fantasy/roleplay kinda stuff if I can make the consent clear, but no actual genuine noncon.)

piss, scat, necro, ageplay, all that stuff

straight up abuse (a shitty personality is one thing, actual abuse is another)

ROMANTIC Alastor x Reader

ANY Valentino x Reader (I won't judge y'all for liking him, but I just can't do it.)

ROMANTIC John Marston x Reader (this is a personal thing, I'm sorry, I've known too many complicated relationships with people named John)

ANY Micah Bell x Reader

wlw ships (I'm sorry but I'm not attracted to women and don't want to horribly mischaracterize that. I'm willing to try, but I don't think I could do y'all justice)