#red dead fanfiction

[sixgunluvr]

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The sound of your name on his lips , along with the weight of his body on top of yours, sent an electric shock through your entire being. It was as if his touch alone could set every nerve in your body alight. Your hands roamed up his muscular back, feeling the strength and power contained within. His skin was hot, the muscles beneath shifting and moving as he moved against you.

Your legs had already parted for him, and he slid inside you with a low moan of satisfaction.

"Fuck, you feel good," he murmured against your lips as he thrust into you deeper.

Your fingers gripped his shoulders as you welcomed him inside. The feeling of him filling you up was indescribable, and it only made you want more. His movements were slow, almost agonizingly so, as he set a leisurely pace. You could feel every inch of him as he moved against you, and the sensation was maddening.

The way he filled you up, the way your bodies moved together, it was like a dance - a dance of passion and pleasure.

His hands roamed down your body, gripping your hips as he pulled you closer. You wrapped your legs around him, digging your heels into his ass as you urged him deeper.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "So fucking wet."

You couldn't help but moan in response, the feeling of him inside you driving you wild with desire.

His thrusts became deeper, more urgent, causing you to cry out in pleasure. He captured your lips with his, silencing your moans as your tongues dueled in a dance as old as time.

Arthur pushed himself to his knees while still inside of you, his strong hands gripping your hips as he used them to take control of the tempo. Each thrust hit a spot deep inside you that made you see stars.

You were his captive audience, and the lust in his eyes was all the proof you needed. No one had ever looked at you with such hunger - like you were his last meal on earth and he was going to savor every last bite.

His hard length slides in and out of your wet warmth, making you want to cry with pleasure.

He brought your left foot up to his right shoulder, changing the angle and causing him to hit a spot that made you moan loudly.

He started to speak but your loud moan drowned out his words.

"That's it darlin, take it like a good girl," he groaned as he thrust deeper into you.

Sweat glistened off his sculpted chest as he moved in rhythm with yourself.

You gripped the sheets tightly as your climax built and built, your breathing becoming ragged and short.

"Don't stop, don't stop," you chanted, lost in pleasure.

Your entire body felt like it was on fire, and the only thing that could quench the flames was Arthur's thick cock. He grunted with effort, his hips slapping against yours as he plunged into you again and again.

The sound of skin against skin filled the tent, punctuated by your gasps and moans. You writhed beneath him, unable to contain the pleasure building up inside of you. Every thrust brought you closer and closer to the edge, but you didn't want to fall over just yet. You wanted to savor this moment for as long as possible.

Craving release, your hand made its way to your clit. You rubbed in gentle circles, mimicking Arthur's movements and allowing the tension to build. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Arthur swatted your hand away, pinning it above your head as he increased his thrusting.

"That's my job," he muttered, sweat dripping from his brow.

You moaned beneath him, writhing in pleasure. His other hand snaked its way down to your clit, rubbing slow circles around the sensitive nub.

With every stroke of his cock, with every twist of his fingers, you found yourself sinking deeper and deeper into a sea of ecstasy.

"Come for me sweetheart," he demanded, his voice low and guttural.

With those words, the pressure building inside of you snapped, and your orgasm tore through you like a storm. You cried out, your nails digging into Arthur's chiseled biceps.

Arthur didn't let up, his thrusts becoming faster and more brutal as he chased his own release. He wrapped a hand around your throat, not enough to cut off your air, but enough to send a thrill of fear through you. You knew that you were completely at his mercy.

And that thrilled you almost as much as the feeling of his thick cock inside of you.

With a growl, Arthur released his hold on your throat, instead wrapping it around your waist and hoisting you up. You wrapped your legs around him, bouncing up and down on his cock as he pounded into you from below. Your tits bounced in time with your movements, and Arthur took full advantage of the view. He reached up and squeezed them hard, pinching your nipples between his fingers until you cried out in pleasure.

"Yes, oh God, yes!" you screamed, your body shaking with the force of your orgasm.

Arthur's thrusts became erratic as he felt himself nearing his own release. He could feel the pressure building in his balls, the heat spreading up his spine and into his brain.

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep inside of you and let out a guttural roar as he came harder than he ever had before. His semen filled you to the brim, spilling out around his cock and down your thighs in hot streams.

He didn't pull out immediately, instead choosing to savor the moment of pure satisfaction.

He was still hard inside you, and the feeling of your walls contracting around him was indescribable. Arthur's breath came out in harsh pants as he slowly slid out of you, leaving a wet trail on your inner thighs.

You let out a sigh of contentment as you laid there, still panting from the intense orgasm that had just rocked your world. Arthur collapsed next to you on the bed, sweat dripping from his brow as he tried to catch his own breath.

"Holy shit," he muttered, running a hand over his face. "That was...

incredible," Arthur finished, turning to face you with a sated smiled.

You couldn't help but agree, still reeling from the aftershocks of your intense orgasm. Your entire body felt like it was made of jelly, and you struggled to find the words to express what you were feeling.

"Yeah, incredible doesn't even begin to cover it," you murmured, rolling onto your side to face him.

Arthur pulled you close, wrapping his arm around your waist and nuzzling your neck.

Your bodies were still slick with sweat, a testament to the passion that had just consumed you. You could feel his heart racing in time with your own, and you knew that what had just transpired between you had been nothing short of earth-shattering.

As the two of you lay there, basking in the afterglow of your love-making, the sounds of the camp outside filtered in through the tent walls. Men laughed and joked, their voices rising and falling as they swapped stories around the fire.

But inside the tent, it was a different world.

The scent of sex lingered in the air as you and Arthur lay there, your limbs tangled together. Arthur traced patterns on your skin with his fingertips, sending shivers down your spine.

For the first time in your life you were truly happy and content. You knew, in that moment, with Arthur, you had found something truly special.

As you both drifted off to sleep, Arthur pulled you closer, wrapping you in his big strong arms.

You knew then, without a doubt, that you were where you belonged.

[cowboyfromh3ll]

gonna keep the shy reader hcs party going and kindly request how arthur, john, and charles (and any other characters you might have added) would tease her once they’ve been together for a little while. who likes flustering her the most and who would get away with it the longest before she realizes he’s doing it on purpose 👀 as for the smutty part, what’s their favorite ways to rile her up before taking pity and giving her what she wants (i imagine some would be nicer than others lol)

Shy!Reader HC Ft. Arthur Morgan, John Marston, Charles Smith (Smut)

Y'all love your shy reader hcs

Warnings: smut

Arthur Morgan

I feel like Arthur wouldn't be too big of a tease but when he is, they're very non consequential things

You fell off your horse? You were hunting together and missed the shot by a lot? You hurt yourself trying to do something daring on a job? He'd be like omg come over here lemme fix it for you baby

His goal is never to make you feel less than or somehow incompetent with his teasing

But oh you got syrup all over your face and hands? You buttoned your shirt incorrectly? You snort when you laugh? He's gonna keep going until you're blushing and giggling at him to stop

Even if there's nothing wrong with your outfit he'll go over to you and find SOMETHING to fix

Will spend an unnecessary amount of time fixing your collar or scarf

It'd probably be pretty easy to tell what he's trying to do, not very slick

Would compliment you to try and make you blush but he just ends up making himself blush

If you're insecure over something he'll make sure to compliment that aspect of you over and over again

Flirts with the idea of marriage and kids one day and that'll have you SWOONING

Sometimes he'll rub your belly when you talk about it and it'll make you CRUMBLE

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Oh he's gonna be such a big tease, and he'll do it perfectly

Does it in a way that can be passed off as accidentally and goes unnoticed by anyone else but you

Rubs his crotch on you while making his way past behind you

Subtly brushes your thigh or ass with his hand

Kisses up your neck until you're all hot and bothered and pulls away before saying he's gotta do something

If y'all are sitting around a table in a group setting he'll have you on his lap so you can feel him harden. Keeps playing poker like nothing

If you're sitting next to him he'll place his hand on your inner thigh but never moving it close enough to where you want it

His favorite way to rile you up is to touch you all over during make outs then never going past that

Takes pity on you when he sees you get genuinely frustrated, thinks it's hilarious though

Charles Smith

He's so subtle with it that you wouldn't even catch it until a few seconds later

You gotta think about it before you truly get it

You could complain about how hot it is and he'll recommend you take off your clothes

Oh you say your backs hurting? Charles recommended course of action is visiting him at his tent tonight so he can fix it wink wink

You'll actually show up and he'll actually be surprised you haven't gotten it yet

Will give you a massage nonetheless

Would take you a while to pick up on it and that's the beauty of it to Charles

Would do things without the intention of making you blush but if he notices something does he'll keep at it

You like it when he plays with your hair? Then he'll braid it and put flowers in it and rave about how beautiful it is

Hands you flowers and tells you it reminded him of you

Makes you little trinkets and objects and says the most flowery things about how he tried to make it a fraction of how beautiful you are

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Like his aforementioned forms of teasing, he'll do just that

In fact, in times where you do catch on, he'll pretend like he never meant it that way and you're the one who's trying to get something going

Will give you THAT LOOK when you're together in public and you BOTH know you won't be able to do anything for hours

During make outs he'll rub your inner thighs or ass or sides but never touching you where you need it.

His hands are very light, his touches never heavy handed

He'd give in real easy to you. Just pout or give him puppy eyes and he'll give in

Even being bold enough to tell him what you want will have him in a trance

He's a giver so he can never deny you for too long for his own satisfaction

John Marston

Oh my God his teasing definitely goes too far

I don't mean that in a cute way I mean he probably ends up hurting your feelings because he does not know when to stop

Sucks at flirting

Your shy nature just makes it more awkward

But once you get used to his failed attempts at being coquettish you'll be able to recognize when he's trying to flirt

Is probably super obvious when he's trying and when he's successful he'll actually make you blush

His successful attempts are probably unintentional. Says something he won't think will land but is surprised when it works

Excuses himself for a moment and celebrates a few feet away before turning like normal

He has like a time to cool down on successful flirting. Only successful once every three days or something like that

Tries to compliment you but it comes out awkwardly and stiff

If you say something back slightly flirty he's gonna blank and not know how to continue from there

As soon as he approaches you and says "uhh.. hey" you already know what he's trying to do

Opposite of Arthur so he WILL tease you for falling off your horse

Awkwardly hugs you and pats your shoulder if you cry while apologizing profusely

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Can't rile you up for too long without exciting himself

Keeps his arm on your lower back and dips his fingers inside your waist band

Type to pull on your overalls (if you wear em) and lets them snap back into you

Will come up behind you and rub his stubble into your neck before whispering filthy things into your ear

Likes it when you put up a little playful resistence

If y'all are sitting down somewhere together he'll put his hand on your ankle before running it up under your skirt

Ends up giving in mostly because HE can't take it anymore and is too excited

[dungeonpuppykai]

|| The Farmer's Way ||

Description: With the gang gone for good, Arthur had retired and you were his reward. Or so he believed. 

Pairing: Dark!Arthur Morgan | Gender-Neutral Spouse!You. 

Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own Arthur Morgan or the RDR universe. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact. 

Warning(s): Noncon/Dubcon, gross stuff because that's all I think about while playing the game, age gap, groping, dirty talk, degradation, doggy style, penetration, spanking, biting/marking, sexism, wife kink but it doesn't matter what you identify as because he's gross like that so tw for sure. 

Note: Fair warning, he's a bit of a sicko and I am a mental slut. Also this is kinda my first time with gender neutral smut so I am very sorry if I got something wrong. I am willing to rectify if I did make any such mistake. 

The hot June air blew past you and pricked at your rather pampered skin. You felt a droplet of sweat trickle down your temple as you winced and shielded your face from the sun, the rays now attacking the skin of your arm instead. A grunt escaped you when you willed your feet, which were clad in some glittery pumps, to push on towards the huge barn of your family farm. A string of disgusted curses foxed their way out of your mouth when the smell of dung and hay wafted into your nostrils from the giant red wooden box that was literally radiating stinky heat. 

Your feet halted right outside the heavy double doors and you had to take a long breath to brace yourself before you entered. Your features scrunched in disdain as you tried to hold your breath, clutching the cool jug and glass that you were holding tighter as you slipped inside before the weight of the door caused it to close by itself. Clenching your jaw to focus on the task at hand, you slowly walked forwards and concentrated on your breathing to ensure you didn't inhale any of the barn filth. 

It was a fairly easy piece of work.

Give the lemonade to your husband and leave. 

Simple, right? 

No. 

Not when said husband is Arthur Morgan. 

As his fingers wrapped around your wrists to keep you from leaving after you had placed the jug and glass down, your breath hitched as you felt a bile rise in your throat from pure disgust. The dust and sweat on his fingers was gut wrenching. 

"Fixin' to leave already?" His other hand came up to tangle in one of the two silky ribbons you wore on both sides of your head in half ponytails after he had pulled you against his hard chest, the coarse hairs on his chest scratching the skin of your back. "I was missin' you so much, baby" you uneasily shifted in his hold, goosebumps rising on your skin when you felt his fingers trail up from your wrist to your forearm. "It's almost like you showed up 'cause you read my mind" you could barely suppress your gasp as your body jumped in reaction to his stubbly lips suddenly finding your ear. 

"I…" Your voice was a mere squeak and you had to concentrate to make yourself sound a bit less pathetic. "I left the food on the stove" your eyes fluttered shut before clenching as you suppressed the urge to retch at both the feeling and smell, arm folding to let your elbow press into the side of his torso. The man only hummed as his browned and dirty hands felt you up, basically frisking your barely clad body as his lips pressed rushed kisses against your neck. "A- Arthur!" You flinched when he bit down on a hickey on the junction of your neck, fingers finding your nipples through the sheer fabric of one of the many silk dresses he made you wear. 

The older man did not budge, only grunting when you probed his chest harder, hips trying to wriggle free. "The grub can wait, hush now" your limbs screamed at you to fight. Try and push him away. Hit him with something. Make a run for it. Never look back. "Mmm, baby" your eyes teared up when his other hand slipped from the ribbon to trail down your abdomen and to your nether regions. "If it was up to me, I'd keep ya bare as a jaybird 'round the clock" your jaw clenched at his words but you knew better than to hurl the heavy jug that was in front of you against his head. 

Because you had done stuff like that countless times in the beginning of your forced marriage seven months ago. 

Except, you had no idea how but your husband had somehow trained and kept a number of wolves to guard the property only God knew how. 

No one could come in and you could never leave. 

The punishments that you had been subjected to upon trying to do so were more than enough to keep you on your best behavior. 

"Oh, darlin', you taste mighty fine" you were flipped and easily backed into one of the many stables. "Now, let me try out that pretty little mouth" your eyebrows scrunched as you craned your neck backwards to get away from him. The reverberations of Arthur's chuckle buzzed through your chest as he pressed into you and left you trapped and helpless. "Ain't ya just a foolish little thing? Thinkin' you can get away from your old man?" His rough palms cupped your face as he dipped his head in, chasing your lips with his own and snickering when you tried to move. 

When you had seen this mysterious cowboy turn up to buy your family farm off of your useless brother seven months ago, you had not thought much of it. Sure, you were angry that his gambling had ended him up in so much debt that he had no choice but to sell off your family legacy, but you had bright plans with your scholarship program at a prestigious college, and you had been so ready to leave this life that you had never liked much in the first place behind for one of revolution and modernity. 

Only, when all of your documentation as well as your brother and his family disappeared the night before your final departure, the then stranger and now your husband revealed that you had been part of the deal. 

As Arthur fucked into you on your wedding night -as he had promised your brother that he would not take you before that-, the man had confessed how lovely you had looked resting on a tree branch as you chewed on your lip, completely engrossed in your book. 

You knew alcohol and the colorful powders that your brother loved to use had done his mind in, but handing you off like merchandise to a man with no regard for your orientation or taste was something you had never expected from him. Not after he had been your legal guardian for so long. 

But then again, he never understood your ways and thought revolution was a blasphemy. 

In your brother's world, you either did the hard work on the field or became a field worker's home runner. 

And your open disdain for the farm work had earned you the latter. 

The irony was laughable, because he probably thought he was protecting you by choosing a secure future for his baby sibling. The right thing. 

Your spark had always scared him, and so he suppressed it once and for all under the mundaneness of the farm by locking you up in his own kind of a gilded cage and handing the keys to the man who was all over you at the moment.  

'Excitement is a double edged sword. It is thrilling and promising but it can also be dangerous.' That you couldn't deny.

The thrumming in your nether regions was proof. 

Frightening, shameful, repulsive proof.

"Arthur…" You whimpered as your vision zeroed in on his rough lips that brushed against yours soon before pressing into them. 

The man moaned, rubbing his crotch against yours as he deepened the kiss by tilting his head to the side and forcing his tongue in your mouth, the taste of cigarettes and coffee making you cringe and try to move away but a tight squeeze to your ass with his coarse hand made you gasp and hence open your mouth. Then his tongue was down your throat. 

Everything was rough and dirty about him. 

You hated it.

Sometimes he purposely rubbed his filth against your clean clothes and body to add insult to injury. He would laugh as you would hold your breath and try to get away only to be trapped between his strong body and some surface. Arthur would then watch you squirm and struggle until you ran out of breath and had no choice but to inhale his scent. 

"Dang it, I can't hold back no more" Arthur was panting when he finally broke off to let you both breathe, one of his hands bolting down to his belt while the other one held you steady. "I need ya right now…" The kiss had flushed your lips and you could feel the change in size as you ran your tongue over them to accumulate some moisture. "You gonna be good and take it for me, darlin', won't ya?" And while your brain screamed at you to know better, you squeezed your legs and whined, taking deep breaths as one of your fists bunched some of his sweaty shirt in it. 

"Arthur…" A small smirk made its way on his face while he hurriedly relieved himself of all decency. He recognized that tone. 

"Now ya know better than to call me that, baby" heat spread across your cheeks as you whimpered, biting your lip before you lowered your head and reached for his hand that was pinching one of your nipples through your sheer dress. "Go on now, you know my preference" your eyes fluttered shut as you took a shaky breath, massaging the hand that was toying with your chest and arching your back. 

"... H- Hubby…" Arthur cursed under his breath like he always did whenever he got you to call him that. Then he reached out for your other hand and brought it to his erect cock, the feeling of its thick veins against your soft fingertips causing your hole to clench around air. 

"Aw, shit, darlin'" he guided your hand up and down his twitching cock. "Can ya feel it?" His body pressed against yours. "This here is what ya do to me" the tip of his organ released some hot precum and you couldn't help but shudder at the memories it triggered. 

Memories of how it felt inside you. 

Before you knew it, as always, reason was out the window before you could grab onto it and your mind had decided shame could come later. Who knew when or if you would ever make it out of here and Arthur was way too good at making you feel strange things that kept you giving into him for more.

"Please, hubby" you whispered, unable to hold back anymore as you worked your wrist to please him. "Please…"

"Please, what, baby?" He pecked your lips over and over before moving down to the corner of your mouth and then further along your jaw. "Use your words for me" his lips locked around a patch of your delicate skin as he sucked, causing you to bend your back outwards. "Get, now."

"P- Please take me…" You shuddered as the sound of his lips forming yet another bruise along the expanse of your neck grew louder and louder in the air. "Please… please…" You couldn't get yourself to utter any more obscenity than that. 

"You mean you want me to fuck you?" Your heart dropped at the bluntness of his words, the feeling of his stubbly lips curling against your skin almost making you want to retreat, but only almost. 

Besides, you couldn't leave on your accord even if you wanted to. 

Though you really didn't want to leave this barn anymore. 

Not before the ache between your legs was relieved. 

When you didn't respond verbally, Arthur clicked his tongue as he came back up to face you and reached for his hat before placing it on your head. He loved to take you like that. "Come on, darlin'. You know I ain't gon' do nothin' 'til you say it for me" but then one of his hands creeped between your legs to caress your intimate part and your legs trembled in reaction; body submitting at once. 

Taking in a deep and shaky breath, you braced yourself before mumbling out your words, hoping and praying they were enough for him because you knew as well as you knew it was day that you didn't have any more indecency in you to talk the kind of filth he could with a straight face.

"P- Please fuck me, hubby…" One of his eyebrows raised as he leaned in closer. 

"I'm sorry, what was that there?" You almost choked his cock between your fingers but you knew better than hostility. 

"I- I said…"

"You said?" 

Your jaw clenched in annoyance because you were so needy all thanks to his dirty hands and now he was not helping. 

"I said p- please fuck me, hubby" you said as clearly as you possibly could, tone almost blunt. 

He finally seemed intent. "Your wish is my command, darlin'" the man had you flipped and bent over the stable before you could even register it. 

Your gaze settled on the little pony in front of you as you felt his stiff tip prod your entrance, the foreplay having lubed his cock more than enough. Since you weren't allowed to wear underwear, the lack of it granted him easier access to you and Arthur was sliding in with a grunt a moment later, squeezing both your ass cheeks at the same time as he cursed. 

"Fuck, baby. You're the tightest little thing I've ever laid down with" your fingers gripped the stable as you jumped when he landed a spank to one of your cheeks, slowly moving through you to get you to adjust. "Shit, look at you. Such a pretty little farm wife, baby" your face scrunched up in both discomfort and sensory overload due to how sensitive you felt down there. 

"Please…" Your mouth always betrayed you in moments like these despite your best efforts to stay as quiet as possible. 

But it felt even better when you let it get the best of you and drown you completely, the vile words coming out of your own mouth adding to the pressure between your hips before stars exploded in your vision. 

"Please what, sweet little thing?" You felt his chest drape over your back as he rubbed his stubbly cheek against yours, hips starting to find a rhythm as the speed of his thrusts increased. 

"Please… more" you couldn't help but lean your face against his to withstand the sensitivity, eyes fluttering as you chewed on your bottom lip in concentration, your velvety walls sheathing his veiny cock with every push. 

Arthur's chest reverberated against your back. "Ya act like you're too good for all this, but deep down you're just a horny little hussy, ain't ya darlin'?" You whined loudly as you clenched around him, starting to move your own hips against his now. "Jus' look at you, whinin' and squeezin' 'round me in front of li'l Sally like a silly 'lil jezebel" that was what you had named the pony that stared at you with her curious eyes. "But ya love that deep down, don't ya?" Your eyebrows furrowed when his words started to crack the haze that had formed in your mind, making you lower your head to cancel him out and focus on your relief.

But you could never win with Arthur. 

"You can go on ahead and deny it all you want. But this trashy li'l hole of yours tells me all I need to know everytime, honey" his lips bluntly moved against the shell of your ear as he gathered one of your knees in his hands and pushed it up against the frame of the stable before finding its way to your nipples again, other hand gliding down to the quivering organ between your legs. 

As Arthur's hips sped up and your body started to rock back and forth against the wooden frame with each powerful thrust, the sound of skin clapping against its like filled up the smelly barn. His hat fell over your eyes and you knew you were in for a long day. 

[margowritesthings]

Good Girl (pt. 2)

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 1565 words

warnings: explicit, cunnilingus, praise kink, use of the word daddy (idk man it just happened okay????), penetration, rough sex

a/n: this is probably my filthiest smut to date???? idk, but i bloody enjoyed writing it

tagging: (i can't find my taglist!! i'm so sorry- please do drop me a message if you'd like to be added)

part 1

It isn’t a long ride after all, due to the heavens opening above you and Arthur about 15 minutes after you’d set back off. You’d both decided it was best to set up a tent in the woods, despite only being about an hour out of camp. (Well, you’d decided it was best to set up a tent, and how could Arthur refuse that look you’d mastered so beautifully?) It was far too wet to set up a fire, so you had to huddle up close in the blankets. All in all, everything was going precisely to the plan you didn’t know you had until it all fell into place, laying on the blanket, feeling Arthur’s cock twitching to attention into your ass cheek.

A sultry, accomplished smirk pulls at the corner of your lips before you roll over in the tiny tent, finding your way right into Arthur’s strong hold. He consumes you, both in the way his huge arms wrap around your frame and the way his lips crash against yours. The second his tongue seeks entrance your lips part for him and you moan softly at the distinctly Arthur taste dancing on your pallet. 

He swiftly flips you to your back, nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth once before pulling away to slip your buttons out of their holes and pushing your sleeves off your shoulders. You’re practically writhing under him, a sight to behold as a cocky grin appears on Arthur’s features. He pulls off your boots and peels down your jeans. You’re naked now, save for your panties, the cold air around you puckering your nipples to an almost painful point. He hasn’t even touched you and yet you ache for him. He knows it, a low chuckle emitting from deep in his throat while you twitch and mewl.

“What do you want, darlin’? Tell me what you want.” He breathes out, that same gruffness from earlier dripping from his voice as a single finger trails over your naked skin, down your chest, hovering just above your quivering heat.

“You. I need you, Arthur, please…” You whine needily, bucking your hips up to meet his finger. It brushes too briefly over your clit, sending a jolt right through your spine, escaping as a moan. Arthur’s eyebrow raises as his head tilts. 

“Such a needy girl. You’re gonna have to be patient while I get these clothes off. You think you can wait for me?” You nod, biting down on your bottom lip, a picturesque brat laying below your cowboy. 

“Good girl.”

Your eyes widen and you clench around nothing, feeling the cotton of your pantied soak through and cling to your swollen, twitching flesh. Ever the expert on your every tiny detail, Arthur watches your reaction with a satisfied countenance.

“I knew it… y’just wanna be my good little girl, don’tcha, sweetheart? My beautiful, filthy girl.” One hand reaches to unbutton his shirt, his duster coat long discarded on the floor, while the other hovers back over you, Arthur rewarding your good behaviour with deliciously slow circles with his thumb over your clit. You nod in response, watching Arthur slip off his suspenders with those doe eyes he loves so, grinding hungrily against his hand.

“Y-Yours.” You mumble, barely able to get the word out from your reddened, bitten lips. Arthur’s thumb against your little bundle of nerves is sending you dizzy, the corners of your vision fizzling as he slowly takes you right to the edge and then stops, pulling his hand away to unbuckle his belt. You whine again, much brattier this time, earning another chuckle just as Arthur’s thick, rigid cock springs free of his jeans, slapping up against his stomach. You can see him twitch, his rosy head slick from a bead of cum leaking out of you; he needs you just as much as you need him. 

“Y’gonna be good for me?” He drawls, stroking himself slowly, his eyes never leaving you. You can barely breathe, nevermind speak, so you respond with actions rather than words, crawling to Arthur and kneeling before him. In a swift movement, you lick up his shaft, having to sit up to get to the top, before taking him in your mouth and suckling. 

“Fuck.” He groans through gritted teeth, fingers tangling into your hair, thumb resting on your cheek sweetly as he rocks his hips into you slowly. He gives you the control, just long enough to get used to the feeling of your throat being filled, before grasping at your hair and fucking into you. He groans again, a carnal, visceral moan as you take as much of him as you can. You feel a tiny tear run off your cheek and onto Arthur’s thumb just as your lungs begin to burn for air. The noises that come from the pair of you are utterly filthy: the low groan from Arhur, your gasps and cries for air, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a loud pop. 

“That's my girl,” Arthur praises, wiping your tears and spit away from your cheek with his thumb. You’re almost certain that if he doesn’t take you soon you’re going to ruin the blankets, all but dripping out onto the floor for your outlaw. You whine, scratching gently at Arthur’s muscular thighs to let him know just how much you need him.

Before you can register, your back is hitting the floor for the second time today, this time with Arthur’s strong arms to break the fall. His lips crash against yours with a fiery passion, his tongue demanding entrance to lick over your own. The tightening coil inside you is almost at breaking point as you pull and scratch at Arthur’s back to bring him closer. 

In one swift movement, without his lips ever leaving yours, Arthur pushes into you, right up to the hilt. You’re so full and it takes a second to adjust to the wonderful invasion, which Arthur gives you by staying right where he is. You’re twitching around his stiff cock, which seems to drive him dizzy. His arms tense around you and you see his jaw flutter, a sure sign he’s trying to hold back for you. The nip of his bottom lip between your teeth is enough permission from you, as he pulls his hips back agonisingly slowly. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, I… I can’t hold back, you feel too fucking good…” you feel his gravelly tone right in the bottom of your stomach, “Y’think you can take it?” 

You nod passionately, physically unable to speak as the air is stolen from your lungs time and time again by the outlaw. 

“Good.” It’s the last syllable he can manage before pounding into you, forcing a squeal from your lips. He fucks you hard, your hands gripping into his back to try and anchor yourself to the world, lest you drift away. He hits you right in that spot every time and you feel yourself winding closer and closer to the edge. You don’t know when the tears started falling again, but when Arthur reaches with his thumb to wipe them away, you catch it in your mouth. 

He raises an eyebrow almost smugly, pushing his thumb a little further into your mouth as you suckle. The harder he fucks you, the more your teeth bite into him. Arthur’s free hand grasps your hip, pinning you down so you can’t write beneath him.

“Look at you, taking me so well… my girl.” He leans in closer so his hot breath tickles your neck. You feel his tongue flick over your jawline, just as his hand leaves your waist to smack the side of your ass. You bite down harder onto his thumb, moaning around it as Arthur’s nails dig into your flesh. 

“Good-“ thrust “fucking-“ thrust “girl.”

His thumb pulls out of your mouth, letting you moan loudly and freely as it pushes down onto your clit. Your own spit, along with the slick you and Arthur had worked up together, is rubbed up and down your swollen nub until you can barely see, barely breathe, from the intensity. Arthur’s hips slam into you as he grunts and moans.

“Y’gonna cum for me, beautiful? Cum for daddy.”

You just about manage to reach the back of Arthur’s neck to pull him into a hungry kiss just before you cum together. He catches your cries and moans in his mouth as he uses expert movements to have you clamping and twitching and flooding onto his cock. It’s a rushing feeling, falling over your entire being like a white hot waterfall. Arthur’s thrusts are fast and hard right until the end, where he slams into you and grips your sides with a bruising force, spearing you into him. You can feel the twitches of his cock as he pumps his seed into you, coating your insides beautifully.

“Fuck, baby…” He groans against your lips through gritted teeth, just as the last drop of adrenaline leaves him and he collapses onto you, sliding out with ease as both of your slick starts to run down your leg. 

A tender kiss is pressed to your forehead with loving intention, while Arthur runs his fingers over your glistening forehead, wiping away a stray piece of hair. 

“I love yah, y’know that?”

“I know.”

“Never forget it.”

“I won’t.”

“Good girl.” 

[gunslingersandothersins]

What's your rdr fic deal breaker? I'll go first:

O'shea slander

[stainedjackets]

jealous javier hcs <3

requested by no one !! just wanted to make these outta boredom

sfw nothing freaky (yet)

writing at end is just something small, sorryy😭

mutters spanish under his breath angrily when another guy is flirting with you (crosses his arms too but we dont talk about that)

overthinker? hell yeah

reallyyy stubborn without realizing. he doesnt mean to upset or hurt you

likes to show other people that you’re his, by kissing you in front of other people or always having an arm wrapped around you

or he’ll be very romantic with you in public whatever he’s feeling that day

just a silly guy..

even though he’s all tough looking, once you two go back to the camp he NEVER leaves your hands off of you

cuddles you for hours, telling you how those guys back there would never treat you better than how he treats you

just happy he now has you all to himself after a long day

Javier sighs, nuzzling your neck and inhaling your scent after a long day of having to bark at men to get away from you. He was exhausted, you both were. Smiling at Javier, you rest your hand in his hair, massaging his scalp. “Tired, love?” You inquire him, earning a nod along with a yawn. This makes your smile crack more, exhaling.

“Let’s get undressed for the night then, yeah? You still have your boots on.” You playfully confront Javier, him groaning in response. “Too tired, nene.” He mutters, but reluctantly sits up, shimmying out of his boots. Javier eyes you a bit, noticing your corset. “And you still have your corset on. Here, let me take it off for you.” You give him a “are-you-sure-you-know-how-to-do-that?” type of look, making his brows furrow at you.

“Get on your stomach, please, mi amor.” He ordered, making you giggle and turn around until you’re on your stomach. He loosened the corset for you, until he was able to remove it gently from your body, discarding it onto the floor. You sigh happily at this, turning back to face him. He flops right back onto your chest, hugging you. “Let’s get some rest now, alright?” You spoke softly, Javier nodding in response.

[cowboymarston]

John Marston -

Strangers, Survival & Tempation

Undead Nightmare John.

Female reader, no Y/N or oc name used.

CW : Sex, lots of of unprotected sex. Cunnilingus, blow job, fingering, more unprotected sex, finishing inside.

Word count : 4029

You were surrounded by zombies, each one getting closer and closer. Your gun was out of bullets.

You screamed for help, but you knew this was the end since you were in the middle of nowhere, during a zombie apocalypse no less.

Your scream gets interrupted by gunshots, before you can even register what has happened, all the zombies lie headless on the ground.

"Miss? We need to get out of here, right now! More of them are coming." Your saviour shouted from on top of his horse.

His horse looked weird.. almost as if it was on fire.

You didn't question it as you grab his hand and fling yourself onto the horse. You wrap your arms around the man as he starts riding away fast.

"Thank you, mister uhh.." You mutter.

"Marston. John Marston. I'm taking you to my ranch, it's not safe here."

After about 15 minutes you two reach his ranch, Beecher's Hope he called it.John led you into the house, it had a nice country charm to it.

The windows and backdoor were barred up.

"Well, this is it in all its glory. Make yourself at home, you can stay here until it's safe again." He smiled at you as he walked to the fireplace and started lighting it.

"Thank you, for saving me..and bringing me here. I'd be dead without you mister Marston."

"It's no trouble." He said as he pulled out a flask from his pocket and offering it to you. "You look like you need it."

"Thanks, I do need it." You say, grabbing the flask and taking a long sip.

John sat down at the table and pulled out a deck of cards. "Do you know how to play black jack?" He asked, shuffling the cards.You nodded and joined him at the table.

"Well, if you're gonna be staying here, we might as well enjoy ourselves." He said, flipping over the top card of the deck. "Okay, hit or stay?"

The two of you laughed and joked throughout the night, talking about anything and everything.

The sun started to rise and John groaned as he stretched his arms out. "Damn, we must've been playing for hours." He chuckled.

You rub your eyes sleepily.

"We should probably get some sleep now. You can sleep in my bed, I'll take the couch" He suggested.

"No, John I couldn't possibly-"

"I insist. Please." He interrupted you.

You eventually give in and open the door to his bedroom. "Goodnight mister Marston., and thank you again:"

"Goodnight, and please, call me John." He smiles as he walks to the living room couch and lays down.

You walk into his bedroom and close the door behind you.

As the hours flew by, you woke up to your stomach growling. You realized you hadn't eaten anything in days.

You groan as you get up slowly, you heard footsteps from the kitchen as you approached it. John was already up.

John was over by the stove, making what smelled like grits.

"Good morning, how are you feeling?" He said as he noticed you walking in.

"Hungry." You say groggily.

"Yeah, I figured. Go sit down, I'll bring you something." John chuckled as he stirred whatever was in the pot.

You slowly walked to the dining area and slumped onto a chair. You noticed the table was already set.

A few moments later John walks over with the pot and sets it on the table.

He took your bowl and piled grits onto it. He set the plate in front of you, took grits for himself and sat down.

You couldn't resist devouring the entire bowl in a spawn of a few minutes, you were starving.

John looked at you, noticing that your plate was empty.

"That good?" He chuckled.

Suddenly, he froze as he stared out of the window between the blanks.

"Did you hear that?" He whispered.

"No, what did you hear?" You whispered back.

"I heard something outside, it sounded like a zombie."

You both sat there in silence as you listened to the rustling outside.

John motioned for you to follow him as he stood up from the table, grabbing the rifle that was leaning against the wall.

You grab your newly loaded gun too and you two make your way to the front door.

John opened the front door and stepped onto the porch. You could see the sun wasn't up yet, and a heavy fog made it impossible to see much.

Then, you heard something behind you.

You turned around in terror, seeing a figure right behind you. His face was covered in wounds and dirt, his clothes torn and stained with blood.

He smelled rotten. He looked at you and bared his teeth as he growled. He grabs you, making you scream.

John turned around as he heard your scream, aiming his rifle at the figure.

He pulled the trigger, and a single shot pierced the zombies skull.

The zombie released you from its grip as it dropped to the floor, leaving a puddle of blood on the porch.

"Are you alright? He didn't get you, did he?" John asked frantically, checking you for bites and scratches.

"I'm okay.. Thank you." You say, panting as you collapse onto your knees.

"C'mon, let's go back inside." John helped you up and led you back into the house, closing the door behind him.

It took you a moment to catch your composure as you sat down on the couch. John sat down on the chair next to you, he looked tired.

"That was too close.." He noticed you were also exhausted.

He stood up and grabbed a blanket from the cabinet placing it over you. He started walking into the kitchen.

"I'm gonna make myself coffee, you want some?" He asked.

"I'd love some, thanks John."

John nods and goes into the kitchen, a few minutes later he comes back with two cups of coffee.

He hands the other one to you. "Just be aware, I didn't have any sugar."

"That's fine." You take the cup from him and take a sip of your coffee.

John hummed as he placed his cup on the coffee table.

"Are you okay, missy?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Alive atleast. Are you okay? You look really tired, John."

"Yeah.. It's been a tough couple weeks, I won't lie. Haven't really been able to sleep."

"You should take a nap, I'll keep watch, okay?" You offered.

John nodded and walked towards his bedroom.

As he walked off, you could hear him talking to himself softly as he climbed into bed and turned off the light.

You spent the next two hours keeping watch, but nothing happened.

Until you hear a loud bang outside.

You jumped as the noise startled you.

To your surprise, John didn't wake up to it.

You could feel the hairs on your back stand up as you listened closely for other sounds. Nothing.

You go out onto the porch, with your gun in hand. You heard a faint moaning sound from the distance.

It seemed to get closer and closer.

A zombie emerged from the fog, it shambled its way towards you as it moaned again.

As more zombies emerge, you shout for John with all your might but he doesn't wake up.

You couldn't see well in the fog, but you knew they were getting closer. You start to back away towards the door.

You shoot the zombie closest to you and shout for John again.

As you shot the zombie, another one emerged from the fog.

The noise of the gunshot combined with your shouting immediately woke John up.

He jumped up from his bed, only wearing a union suit, with the upper half pulled down and wrapped around his waist.

He grabbed the rifle and ran to your aid as the zombies approached you. You watched in fright as John shot all of the zombies.

He turned to you with a worried look on his face, he was about to say something before you interrupted him.

"Look out!" You shouted as a zombie approached John from behind. You shot it in the head and it fell down.

More zombies approached you both as you and John kept firing at them. You noticed that the fog was starting to dissipate, as light illuminated your way.

The light made it easier for you to see the zombies, making it possible for you to finish off the rest of them.

After several minutes of shooting, all of the zombies were destroyed.

You and John panted.

"Well, that definitely woke me up!" John chuckled. He still looked exhausted.

"I'm gonna make more coffee." He said as you two walked inside. You finally noticed he was only wearing a union suit, which made you blush.

John walked into the kitchen, pouring a cup of coffee for himself. You watched him do this out of the corner of your eyes, feeling oddly attracted to him.

His muscles flexed as he lifted the cup to his lips, which only made your attraction grow as you watched him.

He didn't notice your gaze even when he walked back into the living room and sat down on the chair.

You could feel your cheeks turning red as your gaze wandered below his waist, the way the union suit was wrapped around him left a little bit of his happy trail peeking out.

This caused you to stare for longer than considered polite.

John stopped drinking, you stop staring quickly. He had noticed you staring at this stomach.

"What?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

He shifted in his seat as he looked down at his body, making everything even more visible to you.

"Nothing!" You said.

John looked at you, and he noticed that you were blushing. He looked a bit confused but he didn't mention it.

He then sighed and put his coffee cup down. "I'm gonna get dressed." He said and stood up.

Your gaze wandered to his thighs and his... bulge? Your face turned even redder.

John noticed that you were staring. He cleared his throat as he walked out of the living room and over to the bedroom,

grabbing a pair of jeans and a shirt from his closet. You watched as he put them in, your eyes remaining in the same spot.

You felt your face getting hotter and hotter, as it felt impossible to look away from his quite huge bulge.

You finally manage to look away as he steps out of the bedroom.

"You alright? You're really quiet. " He asked, tilting his head.

"I was just uh... dissociating." You lie.

John raised an eyebrow as he looked at you.

"Are you sure? I thought you were looking at something." He looked down at himself again.

"Do I have something on me, like a stain or something?" He then asked.

You could still see his bulge as he sat back down on the chair.

"Huh? No, no." You shook your head.

John looked over at you, his face filled with confusion.

But he soon let out a laugh, "I'm just joking with you! I think I know what you were staring at." He said with a wink.

You heard the floorboards creak as he slowly moved his foot, causing his bulge to move slightly.

The action made your face burn as you tried to avoid looking.

The heat was almost unbearable, and you started to wonder what it would feel like to touch him there, what he would feel like inside you.

"I wasn't looking at anything, like I said, I was dissociating."

"Oh, come on, now." John said, his eyebrows raised.

"I noticed your eyes looking down there." He looked over at your face as he spoke, seeing that you were still burning from embarrassment.

"I like you looking there." He said as he moved his foot, causing his bulge to become even more noticeable.

You let out a low, quiet growl at his response.

John looked down at your body as you let out that growl.

He looked back up at you, seeing that you were staring at his body.

He smirked, "Like what you see?" he asked, moving his foot in a way that made his bulge bounce slightly.

He then looked down at himself. He pulled his shirt up slightly, showing off his fit body, muscles and happy trail.

John smiled, "I think you love what you're seeing."

He could see you gazing at his body, looking at every inch as your eyes traced each muscle and curve.

Your eyes met his as you stared at him.

"Do you like this?" he asked, biting his lip.

"Do you.. like this?" You unbutton your shirt and slide it off, leaving you in your bra and jeans.

John's eyes widened slightly as he took in your beautiful figure.

He remained speechless, not able to process what was happening in that moment.

His eyes traced every curve, muscle, and detail as he took in your body.

Then, he cleared his throat and nodded.

"Yes." He said after a moment. "I... I love what I'm seeing."

You slowly got up from the couch, slid off your jeans and got on his lap, straddling him.

You could feel his bulge pressing against you as he looked down at you.

You could see the heat in his eyes, as he took in your gorgeous body.

"

You know you didn't have to do that," he whispered, biting his lip.

"I wanted to.. I want you." You whisper in his ear as you rub yourself against him.

His breathing became heavier as he watched you rub yourself against.

His hands gripped the armrests tightly as he tried to keep control over himself.

The heat between you increased dramatically as you both started getting aroused by one another.

"Jesus Christ... Fuck..." he whispered under his breath.

You kiss him as you keep moving. He moaned into the kiss, feeling his desire grow as he felt you pressed against him.

He felt himself getting even harder as he continued to kiss you.

You unbutton his shirt slowly, sliding it off. Your fingers traces his chest and all the way down to his happy trail.

He groaned softly as he broke away from the kiss, panting heavily as he stared up at you.

"Please.." he begged quietly, reaching out for you. He wanted nothing more than to have you right now.

His hands sneaked behind your back and he unclasped your bra.

His eyes widened as he saw your breasts, his mouth falling slightly open in surprise.

He could feel his body shaking as he watched you. "Fuck..." he whispered, reaching out to touch them gently.

You moan softly as you feel his mouth wrap around your left nipple.

He began sucking hungrily on it, flicking his tongue across it as he did so. His hand reached up and cupped your other breast, squeezing it gently as he suckled on it.

You pulled his jeans down just enough to free his cock, you spat onto your hand and gave his cock a few strokes.

You pushed your panties to the side and aligned his cock with your entrance. He groaned as you slid down on his cock.

His hands gripped your hips tightly as he felt you wrap yourself around him, taking him fully inside you.

He felt his body tense as he felt how tight you were around him. He couldn't believe how much he wanted you right now.

You rest against his chest, moaning in pleasure and pain from how big he is. His cock was filling you up so well.

As you rested against him, he wrapped an arm around you and held you close to him.

"Oh god... You're so fucking perfect, so tight" he said breathlessly, looking deep into your eyes as he thrust slowly but firmly inside of you.

"You're so big.." You groaned against his neck.

He chuckled softly.

"Is that a complaint?" he asked teasingly, beginning to pick up speed as he fucked you.

You moan against his neck, gripping his shoulders as he fucks you.

He moaned too, kissing along your jawline as he picked up pace.

"Good girl..." *he murmured, continuing to pound away.

He could feel you tighten around him as you kept moaning, his own release building up as he continued to fuck you.

He could no longer hold off, his own orgasm crashing through him as he pounded away inside of you, his cum spilling into you as his body trembled.

"Oh my.." You say, panting.

He smiled weakly."Yeah? Was that okay?" he teased playfully, still buried deep within you.

His voice was shaky from exhaustion, but he didn't want to stop yet. Not until he knew you were satisfied too.

"Fuck.."

He gave you a hard and fast thrust, going as deep as he could.

"Oh yes, John!" You scream out in pleasure at the unexpected thrust.

He laughed happily, grabbing your hips tightly as he began slamming himself into you even harder than before.

"That's what I thought.." he growled huskily, burying himself completely inside of you once more.

He was determined to make sure you got everything you needed tonight.

He could feel you clenching around him as he fucked you, your body responding perfectly to his every move.

It made him even more turned on, his pace never slowing down.

His hands tightened their grip on your waist as he slammed himself deeper inside of you, moaning loudly with each movement.

The sound alone sent shivers through you, making you squirm on top of him.

"Ahh..fuck!" He groaned.

He kept up his intense pace, feeling like he could go on forever with this.

Your moans of pleasure were the best reward he could ever ask for.

"That's it...take it.." He felt you tighten around him as he continued to pound you.

His breathing became heavier as well, sweat dripping down his face.

His entire being seemed focused on just getting you to climax.

He finally gave one final powerful thrust, holding it there as he let out a loud moan.

He filled you with his warm seed, not stopping even when he was done.

You moan loudly as you orgasm, your walls clenching around his cock.

He pulled out of you then rolled you onto your stomach on the chair.

He entered you from behind, pounding away at you as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"Like this?" You nod in response as he continued to fuck you, playing with your clit as he held onto you tightly.

He could feel you starting to tense up, just before he felt you orgasm on his cock and fingers.

He groaned loudly, pushing himself deeper into you as he felt you clenching around him again. He followed shortly after.

"Good girl..." He kissed your neck softly as he finished filling you up with his cum again.

"That was so good.." You groaned. He chuckled.

"Yeah? You liked it?" He asked teasingly, pulling out of you slowly.

"I think I should clean you up.." He winked playfully.

He got onto his knees in front of the chairs and spread your cheeks.

Running his tongue across your slit gently, causing goosebumps all over your skin.

You grab onto the chair and moan. He smiled, kissing your inner thigh.

He stuck his tongue out, licking you slowly as he pushed your legs further apart.

He kissed your clit gently, running his tongue over the sensitive bud.

"Don't stop.." You moaned out.

He kept going, alternating between sucking on your clit and flicking his tongue over it.

Your breathing became heavy as you started moaning louder. As you got closer to the edge, he sped up.

His hands gripped your thighs tightly as you felt your orgasm approach.

You groaned as you came again, your body trembling. He didn't stop until you were completely spent.

"Such a good girl," he whispered softly in your ear before pulling away from you and standing up.

He slapped your ass and groaned as he watched it jiggle.

You slowly slid off the chair, getting on your trembling knees in front of him.

You take his cock into your hand and give it a few strokes before getting closer to it and taking it into your mouth.

He groaned, his hips jerking forward as your lips wrapped around his cock.

His hands ran through your hair, gently guiding you up and down his shaft.

"That's it baby.." He whispered.

After several minutes of this, he pulled himself out of your mouth.

"This can wait, I need you." He pushed you onto the cow pelt on the floor.

He hovered over you, slowly kissing his way down your neck, tracing your body with his eyes.

Your body was now pressed up against his as his hand moved up your thigh.

You could see the lust in his eyes as he lowered his head towards your chest.

He kissed your chest gently, kissing his way to your nipple. You let out a soft moan as his mouth and hands began to explore your body.

His hands moved lower and lower, as he looked up at your face with lust.

You could feel your heart racing as John kissed his way back up.

His lips met your neck again, sending shivers down your spine.

"Oh, god," you whispered, breathing heavily.

You felt a wave of pleasure go through your body as John slipped a finger inside you, trying to push his cum back into you.

You felt your legs tense up, and your body slowly tensed.

John moved his free hand over your chest, and gently massaged your nipple with his fingers.

He moved his finger slowly, getting you used to the feeling before adding another.

He moaned as he felt your wetness around his fingers.

He kissed your neck, whispering in your ear. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard," his words make you moan.

His fingers leave your nipple as he rests that hand on your hip for support.

His fingers curve and his thumb rubs your clit. He felt his cock growing hard again as he pleasured you.

He added a third finger, curving them as he fucked you slowly, thrusting them in and out of you.

Your body tenses and you let out a small cry as John's fingers hit that spot.

You begin to move your hips in rhythm with his fingers, pushing back against him.

As he thrusted his fingers in and out of you, he leaned down and bit your shoulder softly, enjoying how much it made you squirm.

He continued kissing your neck, sucking on your skin softly. You let out a soft moan, your hips rocking against his hand.

You feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

You moaned loudly, unable to hold back anymore. You felt yourself getting closer, your hips bucking against his hand wildly.

"Yessss.. come for me baby.." His voice deepened as he moved his fingers faster inside you, feeling you get closer.

Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, squeezing him as your body tensed up.

You let out a loud moan as you came, juices flowing from you onto his hand.

He grunted as he kept fingering you until you calmed down.

He pulled his fingers out slowly and sucked them clean.

He kissed your neck and teased you with his cock, as positioned himself at your entrance once more.

He slowly pushed in, feeling every muscle tighten around him as he did.

"Oh fuck.." He cried out happily, burying his face in your neck as he began to thrust.

He picked up your legs and placed them on his shoulders as he pounded into you, moaning with every thrust.

He reached between your legs, rubbing your clit with his thumb lightly.

"Oh yes!" You moaned.

He kept going, still rubbing his thumb against your clit while thrusting hard enough to make you breathless.

His grip tightened around your thighs as he neared his climax.

"I'm so close baby..." He panted, looking deep into your eyes as he thrusted even deeper inside you, wanting to watch you come undone.

You moaned loudly, feeling the waves of pleasure crash down on you as he continued to fuck you.

You screamed his name over and over again, your voice hoarse from all the shouting.

His thrusts became even harder and faster as he felt you getting closer.

You let out a scream as he hit your g-spot perfectly, bringing you to one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

He let out a growl as he reached his orgasm, his semen filling you up as his thrusts slowed down.

Your walls squeezed tightly around him, milking him for all he was worth.

He groaned deeply, burying his face in your breasts again, biting one nipple roughly this time.

He let go of your nipple and collapsed on top of you. His cock was still buried inside you, twitching every few seconds.

After a few minutes of rest he finally pulls out.

"Let's take this to the bedroom" he says, picking you up and carrying you to the bedroom.

Kicking the door closed behind you, he lays down gently and places you on top of him.

"Ride me baby," he growls.

[zanazirafanfic]

Quick Update

Phew, okay! I'm finally getting back on schedule a little, I think.

Just finished the 2 whump fics I was behind on, and I'm going to try to get the 2 "25 Days of a Cowboah Christmas" chapters done - or at least well underway - today too, before I start on Whumpcember 11. They'll both be shorter chapters (Chapter 10 starring a member of the gang we haven't seen yet, and Chapter 11 taking a quick jump back in time to visit the younger "old guard") so it shouldn't be too terribly difficult.

Whumpcember Part 11's prompt is "infection," and will star our good old friend Mister Bell. I've included a teaser image below - if anyone can guess the show, character, and scene it's from, you'll know where I'm headed with this. If not, let's just say, I am excite. ;)

@photo1030 @micah-bells-baby-daddy @micahsrevolvers

[red-dead-scribbles-ff]

Downtime and a Bath

A/N: Here we go again. Get ready for some awkward flirting, fluff, a lil humor. Oh- and Arthur getting a well-deserved head massage because he needs it. Partially proofread because well- I'm pretty stupid... and blind.

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

Warnings: Partial Nudity

Summary: You take a part time job at a hotel near camp, hoping to find some leads on potential jobs for the Gang. Being called away from your normal duties to give a gentleman a Deluxe bath, the last person you expect to find in the tub is the Gang's enforcer, Arthur Morgan.

“Mabel? Mabel!”

The sound of the name bounces off the walls of the hallway in the Millis Hotel, and your actions come to a stop as you place a small stack of folded sheets onto the bed of one of the rooms.

You hear the clicks of a pair of shoes coming closer before a woman appears in the doorway looking rather strained.

“Ethel?” You speak up in question as the woman came to a stop next to the bed.

“Can… Well, can I ask you a favor?” She fiddled with the small pendant on her necklace as she spoke. She sounded nervous, it was a bit off-putting. 

“I suppose,” You respond calmly, continuing to place the new linens onto the mattress.

“My boy’s come down sick, and, well… I need to make a trip to the Doctor’s to get him medicine before it closes for the evenin. There’s just one more gentleman who ordered a Deluxe- is there anyway you could- take him, for me, so I can make the trip?”

You watched her for a moment, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth quietly.

“I wouldn’t be askin unless I was desperate, Mabel.” 

You had been working under the alias, Mabel, since you’d taken the job. It was something you knew the boys did when they went fishing in town. You figured it might come in handy for you just as well.

The Gang had arrived maybe three weeks ago, camping a few miles out from town. On Dutch’s orders, he wanted everyone to be on their best behavior while he and Hosea scoped out some leads. 

It took a lot of convincing, but you’d managed to convince them into allowing you the opportunity to start scouting for leads on your own for the first time. Taking a part-time position at the Hotel, you had plenty of opportunities to snoop. 

“How did he seem?” You ask hesitantly.

You hadn’t given a guest a Deluxe bath since an incident that happened around a week ago. 

You were an employee of the Hotel, not a workin girl. This individual didn’t seem to get the message and was handsy the entire time. You’d slapped him across the face the second his hand squeezed your backside while you were washing his opposite arm and well… The guest ultimately didn’t have to pay for his deluxe bath after you walked out. 

You’d gotten the manager to give you some time off from giving the Deluxe baths for a little while. But just as so, he was quite angry, and as a result, didn’t want you giving the baths to begin with. You filled the baths and prepped them, but aside from that, you managed the hotel and took care of the cleanliness of the establishment as well as tended to all the rooms.

“I only popped in for a second but he seemed nice.” She gave you a small shrug, seemingly still on her toes in wait for your answer. “I’ll reimburse you for it, of course!” She was quick to add, making you feel the least bit sympathetic.

She was a single mom with a young boy. She had told you she’d been a working girl over at the Saloon for a couple years before falling pregnant with her son. She’d left the Saloon for a job at the Hotel where she was less likely to have to deal with johns so often.

“Don’t worry about the money, Ethel.” You sigh, glancing towards the door. “Yer boy needs it. Just- if you could help me with the upstairs linens tomorrow, I’d really appreciate it.” You explain quietly as you place the last few pairs onto the bed.

You meet her eyes, seeing a warmth blossom in her expression as she sighs in relief.

“Thank you, Mabel.” She grasps your hands tightly in hers before making a hasty exit. Not a moment later she pops back in. “I already told him one of us would be back soon so just head in, he’s waiting.”

You smile and nod in response before she finally leaves.

You take in a deep breath as you eye the doorway before removing your coat, placing it on the basket on the bed. It would all be waiting there for you afterwards.

You adjust your dress, positioning the layers of fabric accordingly before buttoning some of the fasteners of your collar. You just hoped this one wasn’t handsy.

You walk out of the room and head down the hall towards the end where the bath room was.

Not giving much thought to wait a moment after knocking, you open the door and walk in before quickly turning to close it.

“Apologies, Mister. Hope you don’t mind if I take over things for ya?”

“Y/N?”

Your name leaves the stranger’s lips; your actual name, not your alias. You stand up straight before turning around quickly at the recognition of the rough voice.

“Mr. Morgan?!” You blurt out as you meet a pair of wide eyes belonging to none other than Dutch’s right hand man and enforcer - Arthur Morgan - in the bathtub. 

He looked just as surprised as you and seemed completely frozen.

You turned away quickly, averting your eyes as you held up a hand to prevent your wandering eyes from tempting another look at the man.

“I-I’m so sorry Mister-”

“What're you doing here?” He speaks up, preventing your stuttering from drawing on any longer.

“I- I work here, Arthur.” You attempt to swallow the lump in your throat as you look at the wallpaper for several long seconds, your hand now lowered as you collect your composure. “Dutch’n Hosea let me.”

It got quiet and you bit down on your inner cheek as you prayed for him to break the ice.

“I uh,” He trails off. 

“The girl you was gonna see had to leave early.” You explain further. “M’sorry, Arthur. I understand if you’d wanna be reimbursed, I’ll cover the charge.” You chance meeting his eyes for a brief time, seeing his brow knit together. 

He gave a small nervous chuckle before looking away for a moment, arms crossed awkwardly across his bare chest. “Don’t worry bout the money, y/n. I- um…” He cleared his throat, eyes tracing the rim of the tub before they graced the perimeter of the room and then finally returned to you.

“You already paid her, though.” You argue gently.

Part of you felt terrible. Here was a man you knew worked himself to the point of exhaustion. And you up and interrupted probably his first taste of relaxation in- who knows how long.

“S’fine.” He cleared his throat again, looking around the tub’s rim before meeting your eyes once more.

Gnawing lightly on the corner of your mouth you glance to the side before attempting to clear your own throat.

“I um… I mean I can do the- I’ll give you- I mean if you’re okay with it, I’ll…” You could feel the heat rising into your cheeks and onto your neck and chest even, as you pictured it. 

The job was not glamorous; having to soap up your hands and rub a bunch of dirty men all over until they were clean- after a while, it wasn’t all too bad. They were strangers after all. The standard wasn’t incredibly high, and you didn’t have to lay eyes on most of them ever again.

But this was- different to say the least. You knew Arthur. Fairly well. You had for a few years now. You weren’t exactly close, but you confided in each other on the rare occasion when a bad day arose. 

You couldn’t think of a situation more uncomfortable in your anticipation of his response.

“Oh, um,” A look of surprise on his face followed your proposal. “Well,” He seems to contemplate your offer for a few seconds. “I-I don’t wanna impose,” He swallowed before shaking his head, brow gently knit together. His own cheeks were red from what you assumed was the heat of the bath water, but maybe it was embarrassment. “I appreciate the offer, darlin. But trust me when I say you’ll regret offerin’ washing this,” He laughs awkwardly as he shrugs his shoulders and looks down at himself for a time. “I smell pretty bad right now.”

The statement didn’t surprise you. If anything, you didn’t expect Arthur to take up your offer to begin with. But you still felt like there was more to say regardless.

“Well,” You thought the situation over quietly before meeting his eyes to see he still had his arms crossed. His shoulders look a bit tense still, but not as bad as when you first walked in.

You were thankful for the amount of soap that had been added to the bath water. It was cloudy enough to completely obscure him below the waterline. 

“Would you be against it if I washed your hair?” You gesture to him lightly before subconsciously mirroring his crossed arms with your own. “You can tend to everything else. At least you’ll get some of your money’s worth.”

Despite him always having been kind to you, you still didn’t like the idea of cheating him out of money on account of this.

He breathes out silently and seems to look you over quietly before pushing his eyes up to meet yours. 

Small changes in his expression made it hard for you to look away as you watched quietly. He seemed to be battling himself on his answer. Part of you could see that clearly. 

Eventually his expression relaxed and he seemed to settle, somewhat, on an answer.

“I do appreciate it, I do.” He gave you a small smile. “But I don’t wanna impose, miss. It’s fine, really.”

You found it difficult to admit to yourself that his answer disappointed you a bit. Why, you weren’t sure. It’s not like you fawn over the man, but he was one of the sweetest out of most of the men in camp. He didn’t look at you like a notch to put on his belt like some of them did.

But… Maybe there was a reason he didn’t look at you like that. You wouldn’t consider yourself self loathing or critical of your appearance, but you didn’t believe yourself to be too much to look at. Ethel was pretty; not that Arthur could’ve known what the bath girl would look like, but you didn’t blame him for turning you down. 

You also knew about his previous love, Mary. She was mentioned on occasion, but whenever it was brought up, Arthur always denied any current relationship - always said it was a long time ago… You weren’t sure what that meant. It didn’t take a genius to figure out just how hard Arthur had fallen for her. 

Everything aside… Part of you didn’t blame him for turning you down. 

“I understand.” The response left your lips as you grasped at the fabric of your dress at your sides, giving him a small smile. “My apologies for disturbing you, Mr. Morgan.” You took hold of the door knob as you stepped backwards. “Job requires I stay close til you're done, so… I’ll be just outside the door if you need anything. Give a holler.”

You did your best to meet his eyes with an expression that painted a picture of easygoingness and understanding.

He gave you a small, lopsided smile, eyes slightly crinkled as he gave a small nod.

Stepping out of the room, you closed the door quietly before letting your forehead bump against it with a sigh. 

You felt disheveled in your own skin somehow as you turned to rest your back against the wall next to the door. 

Rocking back and forth on your heels, your eyes follow the artistic curves of the patterned wallpaper that lined the hallway wall across from you.

Part of you was surprised that Arthur didn’t know why you were here. Granted, you’d discussed it in private with both Dutch and Hosea. It took a couple of conversations to get them to give you the okay to go ahead with your idea. 

As far as you knew, none of the other girls had tried making money or getting information this way. Convincing Susan to let you try this method was the hardest part. Trying to convince her that you could bring in more money like this was… difficult to day the least. 

Given that you could have made the likes of fifteen dollars a day if you spent all your time trying to catch men in town - this brought money in on the long term as opposed to the short term.

That work was exhausting. You hated it. While you wouldn’t say you were bullied into it, there was some pressure from Susan, given the other girls participated regularly in bringing money in that way when not doing chores around camp. 

After having a close call with a man who was less than gentle, you’d cooked up the idea for this job. You seemed to have a knack for run-ins with less then kind men. You knew it was part of why Susan let you try this.

As the minutes passed, you continued to likely rock on your heels as you waited. Your hands fiddle with the fabric of your apron that was over your dress. 

“Hey uh… y/n?” The call of your name from behind the door caught you off guard as you quickly looked to the entrance next to you and hesitantly pushed off the wall. 

Your fingers rubbed against the palm of your hand as you paused at grasping the knob before breathing out quietly as you turned it and let the door swing open a crack.

“Yes?” You didn’t lean in too far, only enough to better hear him.

“I um…” You couldn’t see his face from your gaze on the door as you waited patiently, brow knit in uncertainty. “Do you- erm… Do you mind-”

His words were broken and muddled by how he muttered them under his breath and you finally decided to lean a bit further around the door frame to see him staring at the water with a firmly knit brow.

His eyes were quick to meet yours and he cursed quietly under his breath before glancing to the side for a time. 

His expression was strained, something that upset you. He was supposed to be relaxing. It seemed either your presence or the situation wasn’t helping the matter. Not waiting too much longer, you decide to try and help things along.

“I’ve had a few returning customers compliment my head massages,” You try to state the fact casually, catching his attention as he met your eyes. “But if you’d rather skip that I can just- give you a quick hair wash.” You offer.

He seemed to contemplate your words quietly before his expression relaxed and he gave a small smile and the tiniest shrug.

“Sure.” You’d always loved the long draw he put on the word, and the response took away your ability to hide your smile as you stepped into the room and closed the door behind you.

“To be fair,” You walked over to where there was a small stool near the fireplace, pulling it up behind the tub where Arthur was. “You’re paying me, and the money is going back to the Gang regardless,” You’d just take it out of your cut. The Gang needed it more. “So its a lil less awkward if you think about it.”

He laughed gently as he sat up, a small squeak emitting from the tub as he did so.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

You dip a hand into the water briefly, rubbing your hands together to wet them before grabbing the bar of soap; you lather it up in your hands for a few seconds.

“Okay,” You hum quietly before using one hand to grasp lightly at the hair on the back of Arthur’s head, gently ushering him to tilt his head down a tad.

“Just until I get your hair soaped up, then you can sit up.” You reassure him.

“Whatever y’need me to do, just say the word.” He chuckled, the smile just visible out of the corner of your eye as you were positioned just so behind and adjacent to him. 

You take the bar of soap to his hair for only a brief time, rubbing it along some of the longer hair at the back of his head between your hands before setting the bar of soap aside. 

After ushering his head back up, you begin to lightly rake your hands through his hair and along his scalp, scratching gently to get up any dirt and grim.

It was quiet for a couple minutes as you did so; you occasionally caught Arthur tracing the sides of the tub with his hands as he seemed to try and occupy himself.

“What do men usually- talk about while here? When they’re getting bathed?” Arthur suddenly asked, his voice leaking with amusement as he tried to seemingly break the ice.

You slowed your actions for a brief moment as you thought over the question.

“Well- the talkers usually ask if I’m spoken for.” You start.

Arthur chuckles before nodding his head.

“I don’t doubt that.”

“But some just… Like to rant.” You shrug, using both hands to usher Arthur to turn his head away from you briefly. 

You run your hands forward along the sides of his head, scratching lightly along his scalp up to his temples before running your hands over the hair, pulling most of the bubbles and foam back away from his face. 

“Talk about their jobs, money, their wives… While I’ve had my share of bad apples, most men just… Need someone to listen.” You shrug gently, ushering his head to face forward again as you continue.

“Yeah?” The response was quiet, almost seemingly distracted, but you paid it little mind.

“Mm,” You hum quietly in response before getting a bit more soap on your hands, taking a small glance at Arthur’s face, seeing him looking down- or were his eyes closed? You weren’t sure, but now was the time to sneak in the other half of your job- which was getting the customer to relax. Something you knew Arthur desperately needed.

Quietly getting to your feet so you had better leverage, you ran your soaped up hands through his hair again, and up over the top of his head before you began to apply pressure with your thumbs to his hairline, rubbing in circular motions.

You didn’t get too much of a reaction at first as you continued, eventually getting Arthur to lean back enough that his head touched the back rim of the tub, and you had the perfect position to continue.

You could clearly see his eyes closed now, and you smiled victoriously to yourself as you continued your hands down to massage the hairline along the temple areas. 

“Mm…’thought you said just a hair wash,” He mumbled quietly.

You slowed your actions, waiting to see if he’d look at you. When he didn’t, you paused your hands’ actions, flickers of nervousness starting to take their hold.

“Would you like me to stop?”

“Hell no,” He laughed before he quickly stopped and swallowed. His blue eyes opened to look up at you from where you stood behind the tub. “I-I mean… No. Um, please keep going.”

The change of tone made you smile as you slowly reestablished your pace. His eyes close again in a matter of seconds as you continue; your fingers run down to the base of his scalp before circling down around the back of his hair. 

You used your nails to lightly rake their way along his scalp at the nape of his neck earning a small grunt that was bordering enough on a moan that it made you let out an audible chuckle.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for enjoying yourself, Mister Morgan.” You chuckle once more at this response as you shake your head.

He was a funny man. You all didn’t talk all too much, but you knew enough about him that you were comfortable in his presence. He was much more reserved then the other members of the Gang.

“D’you prefer ‘Mister Morgan’ or ‘Arthur’?” You ask quietly after a moment of thinking over your previous statement. Your actions pause as you lean to the side.

“Erm… The last one.” He mumbles, seemingly choosing not to open his eyes.

“Okay,” You know your smile is detectable in your voice as you continue.

Your eyes trace along his hairline before lowering to his face as you watch him quietly with innocent curiosity and appreciation.

The sight of someone you were so used to seeing on edge, alert, and hypervigilant at times, was so foreign to you. Seeing the absence of tightness in his brow, his now relaxed and unclenched jaw, and audible, even, breathing almost seemed rewarding; something few people ever witness from ‘Dutch Van Der Linde’s ruthless enforcer’- as you’d heard him called by so many.

Just gaining his permission to be around him when he was in a considerably vulnerable state felt like some kind of accomplishment. It flattered you that he reconsidered your offer and now seemed to be enjoying himself.

Sliding your hands through his hair, you gently rake your fingers along his scalp and behind his ears, before going further down the back of his head to the nape of his neck. 

You’d managed to get a bigger reaction in that region.

You mirror your actions on both hands, using your nails to carve paths through his hair before flattening the pads of your fingers out to massage the area.

Arthur breathes out deeply through his nose, urging you to focus on the area for a minute following the reaction.

“How long you been doin’ this?” His voice was lower in pitch, hinting at his relaxed state.

“Couple weeks now.” You respond, removing one hand from his head to go for the pitcher sitting on the floor next to the tub. “As of recent, I’ve been tending to the room maintenance, but I’ve been doing Deluxes as well.”

“Any leads?” He opened his eyes, looking up to meet yours. 

You pause for a moment, bringing the empty pitcher to your lap before looking down at the object for a brief time.

“I’m not sure. Maybe. Got a couple of men staying here that’ve been talking about something that may be of interest. But until I know for sure I’m keeping the details private.”

“Well if you think you’ve got something lemme know.” He responds, pushing himself to sit up a hair before his eyes meet the pitcher. “Need me to lean back?”

“If you don’t mind,” You chuckle before coming to your feet. Dipping the jug into a pale of water sitting off to the side of the fireplace, you bring the full pitcher back to the tub and hold it in one hand before touching your other hand to Arthur’s head.

“I don’t wanna get soap in your eyes so, keep ‘em closed and lean back for me.” You chuckle, seeing he’d already gotten most of the way ready for you.

Gently bracing your hand along his forehead to block the water from his face, you pour some of the room temperature water over his hair to rid it of the soap. 

“Thanks, for this.” He spoke up. “M’feeling pretty foolish for turning you down at first.”

“S’okay.” You chuckle quietly before setting the pitcher down, running your hands back over his hair to rid it of any excess water. “S’good for you to get some downtime.

“It was your idea,” Arthur breathes out before laughing quietly to himself.

You slow your actions as you process his words, you brow knitting gently.

“It was?” 

“Yeah, you mentioned it not too long ago,” He turned to look up at you as you slowly proceeded to run your hands back through his hair, squeezing the excess water out from the ends now and again.

You met his eyes with your confused ones before racking your brain for what he was talking about. I took almost a minute before your thoughts finally rested on a particular night where the two of you had talked about sleeplessness. Arthur had been out scouting for a new location with Bill for almost a week, and when he got back, he mentioned that despite his exhaustion, he couldn’t sleep.

You’d told him to try getting a bath in town and renting a bed for the night before they moved camp.

“Arthur- that was almost a month ago,” You feel your own concern leak through in your voice.

“I know,” He sighed quietly before looking away briefly. “Was just… too busy I guess.”

“You should take better care of yourself,” You mumble gently as you continue to run your hands through his hair, more so for the hell of it then anything else. The washing part was done. “You’re no good to the Gang if you pass out from exhaustion.”

He chuckled deep in his chest before giving a small nod. “Point taken.”

You snatch a small towel from the nearby table and start to squeeze what water you could from the ends of his hair at the back of his head some more. His eyes traced back and forth from one corner of the room to another before he cleared his throat.

“How uh… How long does your shift last?” The question seemed to hang in his mouth as he slowly vocalized it, and you lowered the now damp towel onto your apron.

“Well, usually I leave around 4.”

“In the morning?” Arthur turned to face you a bit more, causing the water to slosh gently.

“Mm hm,” You nod as you begin to fiddle with the towel before quickly folding it in your lap. “I usually wait ‘til its light before heading back to camp.”

“You ain’t walkin are you?” He sat up a little bit, and you looked up to see his brow knitting together as he eyed you.

“W- I’m,” You pause, although you aren’t too sure as to why as the seconds tick by. You do walk most of the time. You didn’t want to leave a horse hitched at the hotel all day. And you couldn’t afford to pay for a stable space either. “M- Most of the time, yes.” 

You try to shrug it off before going to towel off Arthur’s hair some more, seeing his expression unchanging as you obscured half of his face in the towel, using your fingers to tussle his hair about under the fabric. 

Finally removing the towel, you meet the same expression. One that was of clear concern.

“I’m fine, Arthur.” You can’t help but laugh at his unchanged expression. “Really, I am.” You smile as you get to your feet, walking across the room to hang the towel up to dry before grabbing a couple of medium sized ones for Arthur. “It’s always nice out in the mornings, and this area ain’t so bad.”

Cradling the towels against you, you came to a stop next to the tub, meeting Arthur’s troubled gaze as he looked up at you. A smile escaped you by way of his obvious worry.

“I appreciate the concern, though.” You lean over, pressing a small kiss to his forehead. “Truly.” The act was followed almost instantly by a softening of Arthur’s expression as he looked down with a small smile before meeting your eyes again with the littlest of nods. 

“Alright, well,” He watched as you set the towels down on the stool you’d previously sat in. “If you insist.” He nodded before meeting your eyes again.

You grasp at the edges of your dress momentarily before giving him a small smile, glancing about the room.

“Anything else I can get you, Arthur?”

You watched him quietly as he processed your question. His expression began to relax and he looked down to the water before meeting your eyes again with a small shake of his head.

“No, Miss, I think I’m good.” He gave you a small smile. 

“Alright, well, you take your time gettin out. I have to go wash some linens, so I guess I’ll see you at camp tomorrow.” You gesture to the door as you take a few steps towards it. “Hope you’ll be leavin feeling a little better.”

“More than,” He breathes before gesturing to you with a hand. “Thank you,” He gave a small dip of his head. “Really.”

You can’t help the smile that washes over your face as you nod. “Anytime,” You chuckle before grasping at the knob to pull the door open. “Night Arthur.”

“Night,” You meet his smile through the doorway once more before closing it.

“Need anything else, Mr. Millis?” You call as you round the corner in your normal attire. Your posture was enough to clue in how tired you where, and while a part of you wanted to hide it, you were too tired to care at that point whether or not your employer noticed.

“No… No thank you, Mabel.” James Millis, the owner and manager of the Hotel was partially preoccupied with the bookings as you walked up to the desk. “You’re free to go, I’ll see you this evening.”

“Alright, good day.” You give him a small nod before turning to head for the door.

“Oh uh- Miss, I noticed a fella waiting out there.”

“Pardon?” You turn to look at your boss.

“Looked like one of the fellas from last night. Just come back in if you need any assistance.”

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Millis.” Despite the fact that this job was just a means to get information for the Gang, you appreciated the kindness your boss had shown you. He wasn’t too bad. 

Exiting the Hotel, you looked up and down the deck before your eyes landed on a man sitting on a bench against the building on your left hand side.

His hat was pushed down over his face, and you could hear subtle snoring from the individual. 

Stepping outside, you gathered your coat together, tucking it in with one hand before taking a few steps closer to the familiar sight.

“Um, Arthur-” You tap him lightly on the arm. 

His snore cuts off and one foot swings out forward as he jumps where he sat.

“Wha- Erm, uh” He grumbled as he sat up and quickly pushed his hat back up as he turned to meet your eyes. “Oh hey, I uh-”

“What're you doing here?” You can’t help the small laugh that escapes you as you look around. The town was barely awake yet. The sun wasn’t up, and the sky only dimly lit the main road.

“I was-” He looked around briefly before looking up towards you once more. “Getting a bite to eat.”

You nod slowly before glancing down the street towards the Saloon, which was at the other end.

“You’re a little ways away from a bite to eat.” You note casually, seeing color start to rise in his cheeks before he cleared his throat and got to his feet.

“Well, I was um,” He removed his hat and quickly ran his hand back over his head. “I was wondering if you’d wanna get uh- bite… To eat…. With me.” 

You watched as he finished putting his sentence together and felt your own face begin to heat up at his offer as your jaw slackened.

“Thought maybe we could- also discuss any leads you might have going,” He adds, gesturing to the side with his hat. “If you’d like to.”

You were at a loss for words, but the look on his face alone was enough to send a burst of energy through your body and made you feel like a blushing teenager as it became evident he was waiting for an answer.

“O-Ok,” You tried to hide the surprise you were still feeling, but it was quickly replaced with a warmth that flooded your chest when his expression brightened. 

“Yeah?” He looked hopeful, and it made you smile even bigger.

“Yeah, I’d like that.” You laugh gently as he puts his hat back on his head.

He quickly looked down at his boots before meeting your eyes with a smile that made his eyes crinkle in what you could only describe as adorable when he held out a bent arm to you.

“Arthur,” You pause briefly before taking his arm with a chuckle as you both begin walking down the stairs. “If you ever need a head massage again, you don’t need to bribe me y’know,” You mumble quietly.

“This ain’t a bribe,” He argues back, the playfulness to his tone more than evident as you grin.

“You sure?”

“Mm hm.” He nods as you both continue to walk down the side of the road, out of the way of the few wagons that were out. 

“Okaaay.” You trail off, giving him a look that caught his attention rather quickly.

“It ain’t a bribe!” He laughs. 

“The timing is pretty suspicious.”

“If you’d allow me, I’d- also like to pick you up in the mornings after yer shifts end.”

You look up to him, the playful expression on your face falls after a moment and a genuine smile takes its place.

“It’d- well… I’d feel better knowing where y’were.” 

You smile and shake your head, looking forward down the road as you both walk at an even pace.

“Such a gentleman.”

“I uh,” He laughs under his breath before giving a shake of his own head. “I talked to Dutch… Hosea too. They thought it’d be good for you to have someone, y’know… escort you during the darker hours.”

“You all don’t think I can handle myself?” You look at him, voice bordering on confusion when he turns to you rather quickly.

“No it isn’t that, just- Y’know… I’d like-” He sighed before glancing down at you, seeing the biggest grin on your face, causing his expression to fall before he looked away.

“You ain’t making this easy, darlin.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Your voice falls flat as you try to hide your smile in the face of his amused expression when he raises an eyebrow. “For what its worth, I’d… I’d like the company,” You feel the words shake a bit as you admit the statement, and chance a look towards Arthur.

His expression softens and a smile pulls at one side of his mouth. You had probably seen more emotional expression in the man in the last twenty-four hours than you had in the last several years of knowing him.

Crossing the street, Arthur lets your arm slide away from his as he pushes one of the Saloon doors open.

“After you,” He says with a gesture through the doorway.

You’d lost count of the number of times you’d smiled now, but you feel the corners of your mouth pulling and your cheeks noticeably ache with your display of contentment before you walk in with Arthur close behind you.

“All this from a little downtime and a bath, huh?” You give him a playful look over your shoulder and raise an eyebrow.

“Well, I guess you could say I’m starting to rethink my priorities a little bit.” He laughs. “I needed that, and you were right. I… Should probably take care of myself a little more.”

“Probably?” You turn as you come up to the bar and lean your back against it. 

He puts his hands up in surrender, a grin just barely obscured from under his hat before he met your eyes.

The both of you take a spot at the bar and look at the sparse menu.

“Ugh, I’m starvin,” You sigh as you quickly note the only food item was oatmeal. Even that sounded good right about now.

“When’d you eat last?” Arthur gestures towards the bartender with a hand.

“Stew yesterday afternoon before I left camp,” You shrug, watching the man behind the counter.

“Yesterday?” Arthur laughed. “You should take better care of yourself, y’know.”

You can’t help the smile that pulls at your lips as you try to glare at him, coming face to face with the boyish grin on his face. “Don’t you even start, Arthur.”

Feedback is appreciated 💗 I’d love some constructive criticism if there are aspects of writing a reader that I can improve upon.

[fragolanervegas]

Hey Tumblr, I need RDR fanfic recommendations, I prefer some lengthy one to get into, but oneshots are fine too. Please recommend anything that could be categorized as

General gang stuff (not ship, just character analysis/interaction type of fics, minor ships in the background is fine just not the focus)

Young John and Arthur being silly and doing brother stuff

John x Abigail

John being a father to Jack

John x Javier (not in an established relationship way though, I just really don't see it with them like that.)

Anything to do with Jack in the epilogue of RDR1

PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!

[gem-likes-rdr]

Ahhhh chapter 1 is done and up! Chapter 2 will be done probably soon.

[cowboyfromh3ll]

Henlo! If it's alright, could I request some headcanons for Arthur, Dutch, Hosea, Micah, and Kieran being told that their S/O has been killed by the O'Driscolls? But nobody can find their body because it turns out they survived and took care of the worst of their injuries before making it back a week or so later. I am a sucker for hurt/comfort content. Thank you for your time and hope you're doing well.

HC For VDL Boys Being Told Their S/O Was Killed By O'Driscolls Ft. Arthur Morgan, Dutch Van Der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Micah Bell, Kieran Duffy

Ohhh nice and angsty

Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of violence, angst

Arthur Morgan

He would be absolutely broken

I don't think he'd go as far as to go out and kill O'Driscolls for revenge

But a new cavity in his heart would open up, and his hatred of the O'Driscolls would intensify

He wouldn't be able to get out of bed, would be incapable of taking care of himself, needs people to remind him to eat

Constantly scribbling in his journal about you

Probably the first time anyone in camp has seen him cry in a long long time

Only thing he'd get up for was to go in searches for your body

Is incredibly anxious the entire time they're looking for you and tries to mentally prepare himself for the sight of your body in who knows what state of decomposition

Once you return he'd think you're an apparition

He would be absolutely over the moon and crying tears of joy and relief

Interrogates you about your time gone but doesn't push it if the memories are too painful, you can visit that later

Helps mend any of your remaining injuries

Incredibly protective of you now and refused to let you go off on your own for a while

Holds you so so closely in bed the following nights, absolutely blots out the rest of the world with his body because he's scared if he lets go you'll disappear again

Dutch Van Der Linde

Like Arthur, he'd be destroyed as well

His mourning would cause him to jump to the anger stage immediately

Colm has already taken one lover from him, and now he's done it again? Tensions between the two gangs would be higher than ever before

He'd use the presumed death as an excuse to target Colm and the O'Driscolls for the week

Used the search for your body as an opportunity to interrogate and torture O'Driscolls. For once, he tells Arthur to back off so he can get blood on his hands

Despite everyone else's warnings, he just keeps on going and killing more O'Driscolls

When you finally return, he feels like he's hallucinating you because of his grief, and anger

Allows everyone else a moment to check over you before ushering you over to the privacy of his tent

Allows Ms. Grimshaw to follow so she can clean you up while he talks to you

Holds your hand the entire time and looks into your eyes while reassuring you that he'll never allow that to happen again

Insists you don't lift a finger for weeks afterward

Does NOT tell you about what he did while you were gone and simply speaks of his grief and his now relief that you're back

Hosea Matthews

He'd be grieving, but silently

He wouldn't be MIA like Arthur, and he definitely wouldn't be blinded by rage like Dutch

But he'd be a lot quieter, understandably, and you'd be able to see the deep sadness in his eyes

He didn't expect to lose a second lover, and his heart is heavy with feelings of loss

Would spend a lot of time talking about you to anyone who'll listen, mostly good memories

Turns down any of Dutch's suggestions to go out and take revenge, sees right through his attempts to use your presumed death as an excuse to kill a bunch of O'Driscolls

When you return he is all over you and is overjoyed by your presence

Takes care of all your injuries on his own and holds you sooo close the entire time

Reminds you how much he loves you because he feels like he didn't do it enough before he thought he lost you

Spends so much more time around you. If he wasn't attached to you by the hip before, he definitely is now

I don't think he'd doubt your ability to handle yourself; in fact, it'd probably be enforced by the fact you kept yourself alive for a week. But there'd be a lingering anxiety every time you go out

Micah Bell

Similar to Dutch, he'd go out and kill a shit ton of O'Driscolls

His grief translates to anger, and because I can't see him as a very sentimental person besides in terms of anger, that's the only way he'd express it

Probably wouldn't cry or show moments of vulnerability, but he'd be a lot more brutal in his killings

He'd spend a lot of time away from camp with Dutch probably looking for your body

Wouldn't return to camp for days

So you'd probably return to camp while he's gone, so everyone else tends to you before Micah can

When he returns he insists everyone else get away from you so he can take his own look at you

I wanna say you wouldn't receive a big welcome back gesture from Micah besides a rare shred of vulnerability where he tells you how happy he is to see you back

Don't get too mushy over it or else he'll backtrack

Kieran Duffy

He'd be HYSTERICAL

On his knees crying and wailing in the middle of camp while people try to comfort him

Would be the same level as MIA as Arthur and wouldn't talk to ANYONE

Spends all his time around the horses and doesn't talk to anyone

If anyone does try to talk to him he just stares off silently in the opposite direction

The gang could probably hear him sobbing silently at night while trying to sleep

Drinks himself half dead because he doesn't know how else to cope

Drinks so often that when you come back he doesn't think you're real for a few minutes

It's a huge moment of vulnerability between the two of you where you see each other at your lowest

But it would definitely bring the two of you closer! After the two of you have cleaned yourselves up and taken care of yourselves, you'd have long, deep conversations about what you went through and how happy you are to be back

Lots of reaffirming his love for you, never leaves your side

Insists he comes with you every time you go out. Thinks he wouldn't be able to do much in terms of protecting you, but the sentiment is so so sweet

Becomes more of a way of comforting himself and quelling his own anxiety

[roamingtigress]

My very work in progress Vandermatthews Headcanon

Excerpts with asterisk taken from The Misadventures of Hosea and The Mustached Idiot; the rest have yet not been added to my fic

They have a nightly bedtime reading; they'll discuss what's going on in each chapter and will read paragraphs to each other; sometimes this on well into late night*

Neither of them can tolerate cold well, particularly Hosea, and a fire on every night; Dutch will spoon him to further keep him warm (I've made mentions of them not tolerating the cold as well as they did when they were younger but didn't touch too much onto them)

Dutch is very ticklish! Particularly his ribs/belly/waist, and Hosea will tickle him in public (or 'threaten' to) when he flirts in public or is being moody or being a general PiTA. He does his stoic face but eventually, he'll crumble. Unfortunately for him, Hosea isn't so much (I realize I'm sharing trade secrets here, no regrets, do what you want with them, mwah &lt;3) * Since their bed was made only for one person, they are 'forced' to lay on top of each other (and can also be found lying by the bonfire), usually, Hosea lays on Dutch but doesn't always go that way*

Wolves wait to pounce the moment Dutch steps out of camp because of their attraction to his hair pomade, and the 30 pieces of beef, 10 fish, 20 squirrels stuffed in his pockets because he doesn't have a satchel.*

Reverend Swanson got them married

Hosea loves his back being rubbed, sides massaged, waist being held in those hold-you-close hugs and shoulders rubbed (this whole area will get him to melt like butter) and has a spot between his ear and jawline that when touched, gets him to his happy spot, but he's a happy chappy wherever Dutch touches him * (but I need to touch upon this more, pardon the pun!)

Dutch loves chest rubs, belly rubs, and there's a spot on his right hip that makes him squirm; he also loves to have his jaw/chin scratched and especially that cleft of his chin that he used to feel self-conscious about; scritching him here will elicit big manly little purry sounds from him * (though I have yet to get into the chin/jaw scritches in my story; it's in my head waiting to get out); he also likes to have his mustache/soul patch touched

They love a bit of roleplay; they'll create scenarios where they'll be acting out their first (a senario they've had involved Hosea being a bartender and Dutch is seeking a job as a musician there)

They take turns in deciding on a quiet place to read. Heartlands Overflow was their latest spot. They'll also do a spot of readin' at the camp, too).

Hosea can't stomach warm beer, Dutch will drink it cold or warm *

Dutch is the RDO equivalent of Jane Goodall; he'll happily socialize with other people's characters, and will also observe their goings-on (in a quiet spot if a quiet spot exists L) among them and reports on what he sees back at camp to get a better understanding of this strange world *

Dutch's favourite feature on Hosea is his eyes, hands and fingers and he tries to make eye contact with him as much as possible; he loves to hold and kiss his hands, and of course, be touched with them as much as possible; he also cannot leave his chest alone (so that's another favourite) and has a thing about hearing his heartbeat at night on those nights he lays on top of him, so maybe it's his heart that is his #1 <3 (but imo the whole man is his favourite part) * (but needs to be stated more!)

Among Hosea's favourite features on Dutch? His nose; he loves grabbing it, and kissing it, as well as his silly waist and the slight belly he's gotten from being looked after so well by him, and of cannot resist those locks that he can't resist touching in each chapter * (always needs to be stated more)

Dutch's favourite role is the Bounty Role because of the PEW PEW that's often involved but tied with Moonshine; he loves dancing like a fool and playing with the band, and the excitement of running 'shine like a proper degenerate; also loves the excitement of what the Trader Role can bring on hose trading run and now gets along with Cripps (they were ornery and antagonistic at the start until they learned they'll have mutual benefits from working with each other * (sort of touched on but needs to be touched on more);

Hosea's favourite role is the Collector role; it's generally the least problematic role between them both (and prob the most old-man-friendly activity) and they have an extensive selection of things they picked up (Hosea has issues with giving up the items they've collected); they also turn Collecting into a date and often will dress up more for this role than the others * (I need to write a chapter though of that dating!)

Hosea's favourite horse is his Turkoman stallion, Silver Dollar, but he has a bit of a fondness for Morgans, Standardbreds (particularly buckskin) and Belgian Drafts and will steal one if given the opportunity

Dutch's favourite is either Legend the dun Mustang mare, or Sienna the black Kladruber mare, or (sorry The Count but you're so little :D) or Winner Bells the black Standardbred mare who is a bit overprotective and known to kick friendly folk (and not so friendly folk)

Whenever Hosea is really angry at Dutch (which doesn't happen too often and when he does he doesn't stay mad at him for long); Dutch gives him a wide berth (might be canon?), he's which is so difficult because he's clingy and needy but will not cross that invisible barrier (I want to write a chapter on this but trying to think of something that would create this scenario; there will be of course a cavity-inducing reunion)

Dutch loves kissing Hosea in public; doesn't matter if it's in Smith's Saloon or wherever he'll just give that old man a big ol smooch on the lips (Hosea secretly loves it though he'll at times act embarrassed but doesn't exactly push away from it) *

Dutch is big into using the star/sun/moon as directional compasses; but doesn't always follow a waypoint; it seems to be in his coding but in my head he's just pigheaded about them and views them as a mere suggestion, which has gotten him, Hosea and his boys into trouble *

Hosea is sometimes exasperated by his husband's neediness and clinginess and needs to reassure him when he does need to get some breathing space; he respects this and will go off on little misadventures with their sons or on his own, often winding up in some sort of trouble, often Valentine with his study subjects and buddies (I often don't bring Hosea around big groups of people esp in Valentine because of the potential of an incident but I have a feeling he's fine with that), but always comes back and gives that idiot a big ol cuddle when he comes back

Hosea CANNOT resist his husband's little gestures of appeasement; a hand squeeze, a kiss of his hand, tugging at his curls, and . . . Puppy eyes, which he weaponizes *

Hosea loves it when Dutch grabs his ass but always 'shoos' him and acts annoyed

Dutch can't get enough ass grab and will pout if he doesn't get another squeeze

Nose boops are a daily occurrence, including nose-to-boops which sometimes occasionally result in a bloody nose but are a bit safer than forehead boops which have more than occasion left Hosea seeing stars

They really do do it on Fridays, for the most part (I keep them too busy to have too much intimate time, my bad)

'Sea doesn't go on every bounty hunt (he takes this time to Collector inventory, general inventory, get some personal space (difficult to obtain at times) and other odds and ends) but does go on every Collector, Trading and Moonshine run

The boys don't visit Harriet often because someone not name Hosea keeps getting sprayed by her

Both will gift each other with random, sometimes useless things; like I don't think Hosea really needs a donkey but Dutch will get him one anyway for a laugh and Hose would so say he doesn't need three asses (;D) (meaningful gifts are given aplenty too)

Dutch doesn't like to be violent against other people's kids (NPCs that comment on his appearance though . . . ) even when they bully him because he doesn't want to disrupt his relation with these strange characters; he's honestly too friendly with them and he'll tip his hat to the ladies and blow kisses to the guys (fuelling jealousy in Hosea)

One of those useless things? 'Sea has ordered an expensive mirror from France (that isn't too practical out on the range but there you go) because he gets a kick out of watching his hubby check himself out and then acting like he wasn't checking himself out in the mirror)

Hosea has a dry sense of humour *

Dutch will laugh at his own jokes

They both will feed each other bits of food on a fork

Dutch is the one who usually spoons Hosea but 'Sea will also spoon him to shake things up

Nicknames? Hosea nicknames Dutch his Beautiful Idiot, the Mustached idiot (and just idiot), Babygirl, Duchess; Dutch calls Hosea 'Sea in addition to Old Girl * (he also calls him Silver Fox but have yet to include that in my fic; I'm thinking of more nicknames for him too!)

Dutch despises rain but Hosea will take this time to wait it out with him and often plays with hair and writes in his journal during these moments

Both are rather useless at the cowboy thing; one gets dragged through the mud, and the other will go on a slaughter spree for being bumped. Cripps will now and then put them up at a local hotel to give them some more privacy (and to spare him hearing things)

They are of course both deeply affectionate towards each other; kisses, hugs, cuddles, and touches aplenty are given to each other (they touch each other a lot in my story but I want to go deeper into what touch and where affects them both; for examples touches to the vulnerable regions symbolize trust)

[margowritesthings]

okay hear me out.... mirror sex with Arthur...

oh god oh god this started as a drabble and got away from me I hope you enjoy sweet anon <3

The Way I See You

pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 1861 words

warnings: explicit, minors dni, penetrative sex, cunnilingus , sex in front of a mirror, cursing, smut starts right at the beginning

tagging: @cassidylynnj @inkandbloodbound @cowboydisaster @counteveryfreckle @reaveries @elifsukirdraghehe

“Fuck, darlin’, you’re… you’re so beautiful like this.” Arthur breathes out, looking up at you with lips glistening with his spit and your own arousal. You can feel his hot breath on your skin as he speaks, the mixture of the two of you coating your thighs too.

A furious blush takes hold of your cheeks and you instinctively cover your face with your hands, suddenly shy despite the fact that Arthur was lapping you up and down like a starved man only moments ago. You love when Arthur goes down on you, he’s an expert at his craft, really, but the thought of how you look to him from that angle always sends you into your own head, self-conciousness taking a hold of your being. Most of the time, you manage to hold it back, but whenever Arthur comments on your beauty in this state you’re convinced he’s lying. 

“Shut uup.” You whine, the tone coming out bratty as you buck your hips up into his face, wanting him to stop complimenting you and stick his tongue back in your twitching, needy cunt. He’s about to, until he sees you cover yourself up. Both your wrists are taken into his strong hands, making them look even daintier in comparison, and he gently pulls them away from your face.

“Not a chance. You’re beautiful and I’ll never let you forget it. Even if I have to…” Arthur trails off, looking around the hotel room you’d booked for your date night away from the camp. You curiously follow his gaze, wondering where on earth this is going, before you realise he’s staring right at the mirror.

“C’mere.” He slides down the length of you, lifting you up off the bed and walking you to the mirror. You hadn’t gotten onto him yet, Arthur pouncing to strip and go down on you as soon as the door clicked shut, so he is still clothed and presentable, save for the tousled hair and unbuttoned shirt. You, on the other hand, are completely naked. If anything, this only heightens the discomfort, causing you to shuffle on your feet, the woollen carpet of the San Denis saloon brushing against the soles of your feet. 

Arthur towers above you, standing behind you and brushing a hand over your hair, following the cascading curls down your back. His eyes roam over you through the mirror and you swear you hear a little growl rumble his chest when his thumb runs over the curve of your ass. It tickles. You shudder. He chuckles. 

“Look at you… my beautiful girl.”

Every nerve ending feels as though it’s on fire as you stand exposed to yourself. It’s uncomfortable for you and Arthur can tell by the way your legs tense and your nails dig into your arm, leaving little moons in the flesh. 

“Arthur…” you start to protest, but he’s having none of it, snaking a hand up and around your throat to guide your head to the side. You watch him with wide eyes as he places a tender kiss on your neck. You feel his tongue run over your skin, feel his teeth nip and bite as the action becomes thicker in passion. It is the most incredible feeling, so good that you seem to slip out of your discomfort long enough to let out an indulgent moan. This spurs Arthur on, sucking and nibbling until red flourishes under his lips.

Arthur takes your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to crane back to lock onto his lips with yours. He still tastes like you, tangy and sweet and the way he licks your tongue inside your own mouth sends your knees weak. You try to take the opportunity to turn to face him, push him back to the bed and have your way with him, but Arthur shakes his head and you notice just how dark his eyes look when he’s lust-striken beyond belief. 

“Nu-uh, princess. You’re stayin’ right here where I can see ya’.”

“Arthur, I… I can’t.” Your cheeks are back flushed crimson, your fingers intertwining with each other, getting kinda clammy from the nerves.

“Yes, you can.” You don’t have the chance to argue further as two fingers are plunged into you. Your knees almost buckle underneath you, but Arthur bears your weight, expertly fucking you with his fingers, ripping his name from your throat. Your eyes close tight because you really can’t help it, the feeling is so intense. 

You hear the unbuckling of Arthur’s jeans, followed by the thud of denim against the floor. He somehow gets his shirt unbuttoned, his fingers only leaving you when absolutely necessary to pull the sleeve over his arm. By this point, you’re putty in his arms, so drunk on pleasure that you’d let him take you on a plinth in the middle of town if he asked nicely enough. You open your eyes just in time to watch the final piece of clothing, his underwear, slide down his legs. He’s completely bare behind you now, and what a sight the two of you are. Arthur’s soaked fingers run up and down your side, his other hand almost possessively holding your shoulder. You feel safe with him, even if you’re right up against the boundary, and really want to do this, for him if nothing else. 

“Makes me so sad when you can’t see yourself the way I see you, sweetheart.” The pet name is sickly sweet in contrast to the downright sinful acts you’re committing, but you love it. It comforts you.

You’re quiet, not quite sure how to convince Arthur of your point of view anymore as your eyes roam over the pair of you in the mirror. Right now, the wooden frame stands tall in the corner of the room, facing the middle. Arthur approaches the mirror, turning it slightly so it faces the wall a little more. Before you can ask what he’s up to, you’re in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, wet, aching cunt transferring your slick right onto his stomach. He growls again at the sensation, before pinning you against the wall and lining himself up with your entrance. You look down, and the sight of his rock hard cock pulsing less than an inch away from where you need it the most pushes anything and everything from your mind but him. 

“Please, Arthur… I need you.”

It’s all the permission he needs to surge into you, all the way to the hilt, pulling a gasp from your lips. Your foreheads are pressed together, breathing in each other's air as Arthur gives you a moment to adjust to the invasion. You’re coiled up so tight after Arthur has all but edged you since you got to the saloon that those extra seconds feel like lifetimes.

“Right, beautiful. I’m gonna fuck you. Hard. And I want you to watch, okay? Y’think you can do that for me, princess?” 

You bite down on your lip, nodding vehemently. You’d say anything, do anything for him right now, cock drunk out of your mind before he’s even properly started.

“Good girl.” 

And then he pulls back, pounding right back into you. You scream, shutting your eyes tight closed, as if that will help adjust to the intensity. You’re already so close it feels like you’re dancing on the edge after only one thrust, but Arthur is relentless, fucking up into you, moaning and letting a string of the filthiest curses to fall from his lips. His hands grip onto your thighs to support your weight with a bruising grip, one hand reaching up to cup your jaw and force you to face the mirror. 

Remembering your promise, you force your lashes to flutter open and lock eyes with yourself, seeing the whole picture. This beautiful, carnal, visceral picture of you and Arthur intertwined while he spears into you. 

Arthur’s muscles are tense, your weight on him and his insane passion for you pushing his veins right up to the surface of his skin. With each thrust, you can see his cock, absolutely dripping with both of your fluids. Every time he pulls out and you see the whole length of him, you’re sure he’ll never fit back in. But sure enough, every time he hits that sweet spot right and you’re completely full of him. His face is contorted in pure bliss, sucking and nipping on the skin of your shoulder and neck as if his life depends on it. 

He’s art, but you’ve always known that. What you weren’t expecting to see was yourself, looking right back at you, looking… downright ethereal. Wrapped around such a perfect specimen, watching him absolutely worship you… it makes you look like a goddess. Arthur is right, yet again, damn him. 

It’s so hot, watching the way your ass ripples each time Arthur spears into you. Your legs are shaking, your head thrown back in pure bliss as you get closer and closer to that heavenly place only Arthur can take you to. You moan out his name, long and deep, your breath tickling his ear. He breaks free from biting down on your shoulder to look up at you, but you can’t seem to stop watching yourself.

“That’s right, that’s my girl. Y’gonna cum for me, beautiful? Cum all over me while you watch me fuck you? That’s my good girl.”

Almost like he knows it’s a reward, the hand that isn’t gripping into your ass clamps around your neck, squeezing in just the right place to send the corners of your vision funny. It’s everything you need, and before you know it you’re there. As much as you want to watch yourself fall apart in Arthur’s arms, it’s too much and you can’t seem to keep your eyes open. You open your mouth in a tiny ‘o’ as you scream and moan and cry out, Arthur silencing you with a searing kiss. It isn’t long before he’s right there with you, once rhythmic thrusts now erratic and messy. He has to let go of your throat to get a better grip on you, pushing you into the wall so hard the wallpaper burns your back.

It’s white hot, unadulterated pleasure, gushing over every inch of you. You can feel Arthur’s cock pulsing, pumping ropes of his seed deep inside you like a heartbeat. Your hearts are pressed together, pounding against each other as you both reach the peak.

When your eyes open again, when you finally don’t feel as though you’re going to fall off the edge of the earth, Arthur is sliding out of you slowly. You ache in the best way, throbbing as Arthur carries you to the bed. The silky sheets are just what your grazed back needs, Arthur’s lips just what your heart needs to bring you back down. 

You gaze up at him as he hovers over you, feeling the shake of his tired arms around you. He kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your lips, before rolling to the side and pulling you into the most comforting embrace. 

“Love you, beautiful.”

“Love you too, handsome.”

[gunslingersandothersins]

I love that all fanfics have come to the conclusion that Arthur smells like pine and tobacco. Like we didn't even have to talk to one another, everybody just simultaneously agrees.

[iheartseanmacguire]

artblocked jenny kirk sketches

no speedpaint cause tumblrs a dick