#c: arthur morgan

[grymghoul]

ARTHUR MORGAN has an impressive cock. You'd always figured a man who carries himself so surely would have one like that. Thick and heavy, crowned with hair a bit darker than what was on his head. The way it would always be half hard anytime he was around you was flattering. The way he'd take up all the space in that hotel room, striding around, parading naked, he'd steal the air from your lungs. The way it'd pat against his thighs as he took heavy steps through the room. You'd stare and he'd look away, flush in the face. There was an inherent sense of boyish charm about him, how he could be so rough and callous, but the second he was alone with you he was nearly shy. Intimacy with Arthur was earned, a privilege, not a thing to trifle with. He'd given it to you and you hadn't even realized how hard it was to earn this from him.

He blushed bright red when you'd seen it the first time, that breathy "Oh, Arthur.." had sent a chill down his spine. Arthur was extra careful with you, fearing he'd split you right in half on his cock. There was no hiding it. The way his ranch pants would be fuller around you, the obvious bulge of denim stretching around it. He loved that you could try to swallow it all you wanted and you could still grip fingers worth of it as his tip touched the back of your throat. He loved being able to have you seated on top of him and see his dick fucking you from the outside. A firm hand pressed against you, making you tighter and he could feel the way he so lovingly damaged your sweet pussy.

He would torment your guts almost effortlessly. He'd have you gripping the sheets, choking back moans and sobs and all manners of pretty noises in a hitched tone without even trying. He wasn't an egotistical man, but he knew it couldn't be like this for every man or no job would ever get done in the world. It'd come to a stand still as everyone would be lined up to fuck the next man. No, no he had to have something special with you. He was easily enamored with you and how you'd feel wrapped all warm and tight around him. How snug you were.

Each time felt like the first with Arthur. The way he filled you and would have you swollen and sore the next day. Even after the bath you'd end up in together, he'd keep you there, wet and sudsy against him and his thick member until you had pruny fingers. He loved that you were a whiny mess just from being near his cock.

You were made for him by God, he wasn't religious but he was sure of it. You fit better than any glove or shirt or saddle he could have tailor made. You were just as addicted to him. The way his flared head could take up residency inside you made you know that there was some higher power and they were merciful in such a way for you to have a taste of heaven on earth with your Arthur.

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx-archived]

@therebetterbepie asked:

"dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me."

【❖】  ――――   Despite  the  shocking  nature  of  the  situation,  Arthur  remained  unfazed  due  to  the  countless  experiences  he  had  already  faced  here.  ❝  Mr.  ,  you  keep  pokin’  around  the  Bayou  at  night  you  might  find  out  just  how  true  that  statement  really  is.  ❞  Out  here,  there  were  things  much  more  dangerous  than  just  alligators.  The  moon  light  casting  eerie  shadows  over  the  murky  waters.  The  air  was  thick  with  humidity,  making  it  difficult  to  breathe.  The  trees  whisper  ancient  secrets,  their  branches  reaching  out  like  skeletal  fingers  ready  to  snatch  up  any  unsuspecting  wanderers.  Arthur's  senses  were  on  high  alert,  every  rustle  of  leaves  making  him  instinctively  tighten  his  grip  on  the  hilt  of  his  trusted  blade.  He  typically  didn't  risk  himself  for  anyone  other  than  those  he  held  dear  because  it  had  come  back  to  bite  him  on  the  ass  a  few  times,  but  recently  he  seems  to  be  experiencing  a  shift  in  his  mindset  —  or  perhaps  his  conscience  is  starting  to  eat  at  him.

❝  Can’t  recall  ever  seein’  you  around  these  parts.  What  you  doin’  out  here  anyway  ?  ❞  As  they  trudged  through  the  thick,  humid  swamp,  the  silence  was  heavy  around  them,  broken  only  by  the  occasional  croak  of  a  frog  or  rustle  in  the  bushes.  Arthur  led  the  way,  his  keen  eyes  scanning  their  surroundings  for  any  signs  of  danger.  Night  Folk  were  always  out  and  about  this  time  of  night.  Those  crazy  sons  of  bitches.  Suddenly,  a  low  growl  rumbled  from  the  bushes  ahead.  Arthur  instinctively  reached  for  his  revolver,  his  eyes  scanning  the  darkness  for  any  sign  of  movement.  The  growl  grew  louder,  more  menacing,  as  a  pair  of  glowing  yellow  eyes  emerged  from  the  shadows.  It  was  not  a  monster  or  a  wild  beast  that  stood  before  them,  but  a  lone  wolf  with  fur  as  black  as  night.  ❝  Mr.  ,  I’m  startin’  to  think  troubles  written  all  over  your  name.  ❞  Its  teeth  were  long  and  razor-sharp,  and  its  claws  were  as  sharp  as  any  blade.  ❝  Let's  not  make  any  sudden  moves.  ❞

[grymghoul]

This did something to me.

Did someone say 80s Vice City AU? 👀

[josiahtrelawny1899]

Did a character study on Javier so I can commit him to memory >:)

[barbiepappa]

[grymghoul]

Arthur gripped your hips, he suggested this position, not really suggested. He mostly had lifted you off him the second you had clenched around him, he took advantage of your orgasm to reposition you. His hand held your hips, keeping you up. He gave the curve of you ass an affectionate pat. "You're alright.." His voice was soft, the roughness of it soothing your nerves as your thighs trembled. "Arthur.. please." You weren't even sure if you wanted a break or more, the please seemed to go either way. "You okay?" He mumbled, that rough hand that was always gentle with you smoothed up your spine to the nape of your neck as he leaned over to kiss your shoulder. You panted as you nodded, soft hairs stuck to your forehead. "Want more?" It took you a second to process what he was asking and before you even processed what you were doing, there was a faint nod. He smiled against your skin, "Atta girl.." Arthur had never ending praise for you. For even the simplest of things. A good job for eating dinner or waking up in the morning. Any act of living earned praised, you were his world. His girl. His everything. During these tumultuous times, he found solace in the tiny hotel room he was able to steal you away in. He was able to pretend it was all different. Maybe you two had a home or at least the gang wasn't falling apart.. he snapped out of it as he leaned back, bringing your hips up again.

He eased into you, a breathless gasp followed by a higher pitch moan left your throat. He kept your back arched with one big hand pressed between your shoulders as his other gripped your hip. His blunt nails biting at your skin, leaving little crescents. He wasn't being particularly gentle but nonetheless paused to catch his breath. Your velvet walls were clenching around him, almost painfully tight and too hot. He let out a throaty groan, it came from up in his chest. Almost a breathless noise. Arthur threw his head back, his fingers drumming on your back lightly. He huffed, pulling his hips back, he could feel how you suctioned around him, so he didn't pull out completely. He didn't was to lose that. He snapped his hips, grinning at your breath hitching, nice and loud. You had abused your pussy riding him, until she was puffy and soaked. He offered occasional help, but he mostly thrusted upwards to surprise you when he felt you getting close. He liked watching you do all the work, so it was time to return the favor. Each time he pulled out and rolled his hips forward, they got faster and stronger. He leaned over you, slowly pressing his chest to your back. It was strong and warm, damp with sweat and his hair soft. His hand flew to the headboard, caging you between one arm next to your head and his firm bicep. Built like a piece of sinewy lumber, strong and unmoving, he had you trapped. The noises coming from your dripping cunt were filthy. How could you be soaked for him? A tough, gritty man. A killer. An outlaw. A bad, bad, bad-

"Arthur..!" The way you squeaked his name caught his attention, he could feel your walls around him, shit, your poor pussy never caught a break. He could feel you clenching and writhing and your nails dug into his thick wrist. But he didn't let up, even when you were pushed forward by the sheer force of his thrusts. "Don't- run from me." He gritted out, teeth clenched, his head pressed to the back of yours. His arm shifted, his forearm pressed to the front of your shoulder, keeping you from jolting forward. You were ruining the sheets, his thighs were sticky and slick with you, his dick coated in your cream, his hairs frothy. He wasn't even attempting to quiet himself now. "God.. damn it." Your legs gave out without his hand holding you up, you pressed flat on your stomach, feeling the sheets sticking to your wet skin, beads of sweat sliding down the column of your neck.

"Look'atchu.. You're a good girl.." His praises deep and guttural, he pressed you further into the mattress. Your moans had progressed into soft screams, your face half hidden in your pillow, hair messed. His hand that wasn't white knuckling the headboard slid between the mattress and you, finding your clit. Poor thing was twitching at just the slightest touch from him. "There ya go.. Takin' me and lookin' so pretty.." His lips pressed to the crown of your skull, your hair tickling his nose. With just a few soft circle from his finger, he ripped another orgasm out of you, you soaked his cock while he pounded you into the mattress. You were a sobbing mess, choking on your words. A mix of please, Arthur, I can't do it and don't stop, harder, deeper. He liked fucking the brains right out if your pretty head. Feeling your cunt drenched him and constrict around him so perfectly, like your pussy was made to take his thick cock and keeping it nice and tight and warm, seated so deep within you, made his stomach taught. His own legs trembled at the way his release hit him like a damn freight train.

"Fuck-" he had no words, nothing to describe how it felt, rutting his seed deeper in you with his dick twitching. He collapsed, mind empty, body numb, nearly crushing you and keeping the wind knocked from your lungs. Your hand patted his head. "Good job.. I can't breathe." Arthur's laugh was soft, his eyes closed. "Sorry, sweetheart."

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx-archived]

@wildlcck Asked:

❛  here, you look like you need this more than me right now.  ❜ / for arthur!

【༶•⛧┈♛】     ――――    Arthur   glanced   down   at   the   steaming   cup   of   coffee   Sadie   was   offering   him.   His   weathered   hands   wrapped   around   the   tin   mug,   savoring   its   warmth.   ❝   Much   obliged.   ❞   He   mumbled,   his   voice   gravelly   from   lack   of   sleep.   The   pre-dawn   air   was   crisp,   and   wisps   of   fog   clung   to   the   grass   around   their   makeshift   camp.

Arthur   inched   over   on   the   fallen   log   he   was   sitting   on   to   make   room   for   her.   His   eyes   remained   fixed   on   the   horizon,   where   the   first   hints   of   sunlight   were   beginning   to   paint   the   sky   in   soft   hues   of   pink   and   orange.

For   a   moment,   they   sat   in   companionable   silence,   the   only   sounds   the   gentle   crackling��  of   the   dying   campfire   and   the   occasional   snore   from   the   other   gang   members   still   asleep   in   their   tents.

❝   Couldn't   sleep   either,   huh   ?   ❞   Arthur   finally   asked,   his   voice   low   so   as   not   to   disturb   the   others.   He   understands   all   too   well.   The   life   they   led   didn't   allow   for   much   peace   of   mind.   ❝   You   wanna   talk   about   it   ?   ❞   Arthur   sighed,   running   a   hand   through   his   unkempt   hair.   He   never   was   much   of   a   talker,   more   so   about   matters   like   this   but   Sadie   ?   It   was   easy   talking   to   her.

[grymghoul]

Hello, sailor!

Peek of the cheek :0

Credit to Arthurlicious on X!

[likeafantasy]

DEXTER REWATCH — 4.12 THE GETAWAY Born in blood, both of us. Harry was right. I thought I could change what I am, keep my family safe. But it doesn't matter what I do, what I choose. I'm what's wrong. This is fate.

[rogerclarkaudiobooks]

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[seven-oomen]

Did you guys hear about the new audiobook yet of the wild west history of the red dead games? It's gonna be narrated by Roger Clark in his Arthur Morgan voice (allegedly).

[regwishesshehadmagic]

[treflev-art]

What's worse, the death of music or the absence of a friend?

(Arthur tries playing. He's not very good at it.)

(Pose reference)

[foulfirerebel]

This mission makes you feel like absolute scum by the end of the game. And throughout this part in general.

Ain't a good thing, shaking down folks for money.

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2 2018 | voted #2

[grymghoul]

ARTHUR MORGAN who looks Dutch right in the eye and says "Lemme ask the missus first." before going to do whatever Dutch asked him to. He valued your opinion more than his commands.

He'd step into your shared tent, hat in hand, literally. "Dutch asked if I'd go out, sweetheart.." You'd glance over your shoulder and look him up and down. Confused, completely and wholly.

"When will you be back?"

"Nah, see.. that's the thing. Been thinkin', dangerous, I know.. but I don't.. I don't wanna take risks. Never been a good gambler and I'm bettin' things that I don't wanna lose."

You'd give him a big grin, leaning up to kiss him, your hands holding his cheeks as you tugged him down to you. "I'll be the bad guy, let Dutch be mad. You've earned a lifetime of days off, if you were to choose.."

"Now, let's not get crazy, darlin'. We'll start with one day off and see where that gets us."

[xxgotthedevilinsidexx-archived]

@therebetterbepie Asked: From HERE

"The stars may guide us, but it is our choices that decide our fate." (for arthur)

【༶•⛧┈♛】   ――――    Arthur   nodded   slowly,   his   weathered   face   contemplative   in   the   flickering   firelight.   ❝   Reckon   you're   right   about   that,   partner,   ❞   He   drawled,   adjusting   his   hat.   ❝   Ain't   no   celestial   body   ever   pulled   the   trigger   for   me   or   made   the   hard   calls.   ❞

Finally,   Arthur   cleared   his   throat.   ❝   So,   what's   the   play   here,   Winchester   ?   You   said   something   about   hunting   monsters   in   your   time   ?   ❞   He   was   still   fighting   with   the   idea   that   there   was   a   such   thing   as   time   travelers   but   with   the   many   things   he’s   seen   —   was   it   really   that   far   fetched   ?

Arthur   reached   down   pouring   himself   a   cup   of   coffee   from   the   campfire   then   looked   back   to   Dean.   ❝   So,   what   kind   of   monsters   we   talkin'   about   ?   Werewolves   ?   Vampires   ?   ❞   Arthur's   voice   held   a   hint   of   skepticism,   but   his   eyes   were   alert,   curious.   ❝   Sounds   like   something   outta   them   dime   novels.   ❞   Arthur   took   a   long   sip   of   his   coffee,   grimacing   slightly   at   the   bitter   taste.

He   didn’t   wanna   think   to   hard   on   the   statement   Dean   had   made.   It   would   only   make   him   start   thinking   about   Dutch   and   the   others   again   and   that’s   not   where   he   wanted   to   busy   his   mind.