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A Standing Offer Pt. 3 (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)
Summary: The next time you see Arthur, neither of you can resist your desire any longer.
Author’s Notes: Sorry this one is so long buttt I think you’ll appreciate why 😉 Part three of this one.
Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, smut, high honor Arthur Morgan, lap dance, oral sex, rough sex
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A Standing Offer
Word Count: 8132
Part Three
The past few days had been a blur. All deep red lights, the fluidity of dancing, a haze of polite conversation. But your mind was entirely elsewhere.
Every waking moment, you thought of what Arthur had told you at his shop. How he wanted you. Just what, exactly, he would get from you. Your mind had roved over the countless possibilities for hours on end. And yet, you hadn’t seen the man since. You were starting to think he wouldn’t come back to the club and that his confession had been only that. A throwing of a bone. Maybe it was your turn to return it.
When even Madison, who didn’t know you as well as some of the other girls, commented on your spacey behavior, you knew it was time to do something. You couldn’t have this motherfucker affecting your work.
When you got home from the club in the early morning hours, you opened your recent call list on your phone and looked to the number you knew Arthur had called from. You typed the number into google, hoping it was his personal one. But on an angry groan, you read the number under Van der Linde Auto Shop and realized he had called off of an office phone. And that left you with only one option—you had to go see him in person in order to ever speak with him again. Fantastic.
Since it was early Saturday morning and the shop would be closed for the weekend, you slumped on your bed and let out a long breath. This felt too much like having feelings for your liking. But you played it off—the butterflies in your stomach were just a result of wanting someone who you knew wanted you back. Cat and mouse. Anticipation. You just hoped Arthur was feeling the same thing, or else you risked making a complete fool of yourself. But you quickly pushed that thought away by imagining Arthur’s heavy gaze on you that night outside the shop. How deliberately he had spoken every word. As it stood, you had an entire weekend to do nothing but think of that. So you threw off your clothes and burrowed down in your bed, letting that heavy blue gaze train on you until sleep took you under.
Saturday passed quickly, and it was soon time to head back to the Rouge. So soon, in fact, that you were afraid you would be late for the first time. You rushed out of the door and down to your car, making sure you had all your stuff with you. You were determined never to forget your purse again after what happened last time.
Flying down the highway, doing your usual cursing and flipping off of your fellow motorists, you watched the Rouge come into view just in time. You were sure Ally would already be on stage and that you’d have to do your own makeup and hair tonight. So be it. After years of doing the very thing, you knew how to make yourself look good.
You rushed past Harry and inside, shooting Ally an apologetic look across the room. She was indeed on stage but had two men stage-side standing mere feet from her, watching her every move. So as not to lose them, she just flashed you a smirk and continued on with her work.
You ducked into the dressing rooms and immediately sat, starting with your makeup. Madison sat nearby and let out a laugh that was so sensual it was no wonder she was the club favorite.
“What’s the rush, doll?”
“I’m late,” you said without looking at her, already at work on your eyes. “Don’t want to miss my cue.”
She let out that laugh again and waltzed over, setting her hands on your shoulders. “Lucky for you, that face of yours doesn’t need much help.”
You smiled at her but kept on, determined to be on time. She left you sitting there but soon came back with an outfit of yours in her hands.
“Wear this one,” she said, hooking it over the back of your chair.
You turned, expecting the Ruby Red outfit, but it wasn’t. It was the one you had worn on your first night here—your favorite one. It was just the right shade of red and cut in all the perfect places for your body shape.
“You like this one?” you asked her.
She smirked like a cat. “You like this one. And I think your performance will be all the better for it.”
You smiled weakly, hoping she wasn’t calling you out again for being so off the past few days. But even if she was, she would be right about the outfit—it reminded you of why you did this. To be able to do what you loved and look good doing it.
“Thanks,” you told her, turning back around to face the mirror. You caught her eye and returned her smirk. “I have a feeling the patrons are going to thank you too.”
“There’s my girl,” she said before winking and walking away. You were left feeling a deep appreciation over these girls and how they had your back.
You finished your look in record timing and worked your way into the tiny outfit just in time for your introductory music to start playing. And just like that, everything fell away. There was no more thought of Arthur, no more thought of your desire or your anger or anything else. You made your way to the stage and thought of dancing—your one and only love. And within seconds, you were swept away by it.
The night had an edge to it when you finally stepped off stage and into the crowd. For one thing, you’d drawn so much attention that you had men vying for you. Three separate booths called you over at once. You just smiled and flirted, falling into the familiar routine. And when you believed you’d fully satisfied each booth and could continue your rounds, more called out to you. It was flattering if not fully distracting. But you realized why the night was so different when your gaze happened to flick to the corner of the room. When you saw who was sitting there.
Your eyes caught and held on Arthur, raking over every inch of him. And immediately, the ruse you’d spun for the men you currently entertained fell flat. You felt a genuine flutter of arousal shoot through you when that piercing gaze refused to break from yours. So you gave up pretending for the others and excused yourself. Followed that arousal right to its source.
You approached the corner booth with determined steps, each one a steady reminder of what Arthur had said the last time you’d seen him. Of what you wanted to give him right fucking now.
You stopped just shy of the booth. “You’re back.”
Arthur was leaned back, an arm slung across the booth’s back and a beer in hand. He wore a dark brown shirt this time that was somehow even better-looking on him than the black, especially in the low red light.
“I am.”
His simple response was a taunting of sorts—means for you to have to work for his affections.
“What brings you back?” you asked, tilting your head just so.
He nodded toward the bar, and you turned to find Javier and John standing there, both waving and grinning wide when they saw you looking.
You knew Arthur had only come because they had—he wouldn’t have come alone. So you silently thanked them for knowing exactly what the fuck they were doing and turned back to the man you couldn’t keep from ogling. “Babysitting again?”
“Always,” he said, his eyes raking over you this time.
Goddamn him for that greedy look and for making you say your next words. “How about a break then?”
He really stared you down then. Not caught off guard, because he was never that, but challenging in a way that reminded you of how capable he was.
“What kind of break?” he said so lowly that even his voice turned you on.
You tilted your head back to the private rooms, your heart pounding. “A dance. Offer still stands.”
He finally broke your gaze and chuckled, shaking his head. “I told you, I-”
“I know what you said. But this one’s on the house,” you interrupted, sidling closer to him and leaning a hand on the table. You didn’t touch him and wouldn’t, not until he said yes. Because you didn’t think you could keep your hands off of him once you touched him.
He took a sip of his beer and considered you, still leaned back in that ungodly attractive way. “On the house, huh?”
“Yes. Consider it a…preview.”
That got him. Just as his words had gotten you the last time, he was dead silent now, just watching you. Likely imagining exactly what you were suggesting.
“What do you say?” You stood straight and tilted your head again, each movement a reminder of what he could have all to himself.
That final push must have made up his mind because without speaking a word, he moved. He got to his feet and towered over you, too close for you to resist. Not to mention he smelled good, not like the overdone cologne that most men wore but something more subtle and masculine.
He stepped in even closer, his voice shooting low. “Show me.”
You took his hand.
You could hear the faint whoops and whistles of Javier and John but didn’t pay them any mind, and neither did Arthur as you turned back to look at him. Your smile was genuine as you felt his calloused hand in yours for the first time.
Upon choosing the room, you let Arthur settle into the cushioned chair. He watched your every move as you sauntered over to dim the lights a little more. That attention of his was better than gold, making your confidence over what you were about to do run deep.
For once, you didn’t feel the need for any talk as you approached him. Normally, so as not to make the moment awkward, you filled the space with conversation. But this wasn’t just any man before you. No, this one knew you, and well enough that the expectations between you didn’t have to be spoken. So you didn’t speak as you approached his left side, touching him how you wanted to for the first time with gentle fingers on his knee, running up the length of his thigh. You dragged that touch along his muscled forearm, going all the way up to his shoulder and relishing in his broad frame. His head turned with you as you stepped aside and behind him, reaching for his hair. You ran your fingers through the strands and gently tugged sideways, giving you access to the opposite side of his neck.
You brought your lips down just shy of his ear and said, “I can’t stop thinking about what you told me the other night.” Then you finally pressed your mouth to the sensitive skin of his neck, kissing him there slow and warm.
He let out a satisfied breath before answering. “Then you should know it’s taking a lot for me to let you do this.”
That surprised you, but not enough for you to stop your work. Instead, you broke away from his neck and slowly tilted his head back up. “Why so?”
You stepped around his right side this time, tracing your hand down his arm, down his leg, all the way to his knee. Even his goddamn thighs were muscle-bound.
“Because it’s too much like work for you. I wanted this to happen in private. Where I can have my way with you.”
Your breath caught in your chest, but all you did was smile for him as you looked to his heavy gaze. “You can have your way with me whenever you want,” you said truthfully, placing your foot between his legs on the seat of the chair. You ran your hand up the inside of your leg, letting him watch every inch of movement. “Like I said,” you teased, running your hand all the way up the middle of your chest. “Just a preview.”
His eyes lingered on your body even after your hand left it. And satisfaction burned through you over having his attention in full.
What you’d done was nothing compared to what came next though, and you weren’t sure you could be as professional as you usually were when you took your leg away and slowly lowered down onto your knees before him. Especially not when you saw that he was already growing hard. The urge to feel him like that beneath you was so sudden that you pushed his legs together without much warning. He didn’t mind though, just letting out a low, audible breath when you stood again and lowered yourself over his lap, facing him.
Normally, this was the boundary you didn’t cross. You would dance over a man all day no matter who it was, but you always held yourself high enough that you didn’t quite feel their lap against you. But now, you indulged yourself. You sat fully against Arthur, feeling how hard he already was against your ass. You held eye contact with him, noting their blueish-green color this close. You could have leaned forward an inch and kissed him, but you didn’t, wanting this to work him up to the perfect idea of what may happen—of what would definitely happen later. So you sat up straight and began to move.
Arthur immediately let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering shut. You just held onto the chair, going slow, savoring every second. His cock felt sinfully good below you, and you didn’t give a shit about the fact that you were growing wetter by the minute. That was inevitable. What you didn’t expect, though, were his hands.
Arthur reached around you and placed his hands low on your back. Not enough to control your rhythm, which was part of the reason you didn’t let men touch you in here, but just as a gentle pressure that gave away his arousal. Not controlling, not greedy, just wanting. So you let him be.
You ground down on him slow and deliberate, alternating pressure between one side and the other. Arthur’s eyes had opened again and he was looking down, not able to see much from how close you were other than your cleavage.
Vain as you were, you spoke. “What are you thinking about?”
You expected some quip about how you looked, about what would happen between you later, anything other than what he said instead. “About how goddamn jealous it makes me that other men get to touch you like this.”
There they were, those damning feelings of yours. You pushed them down and let out a low laugh, taking his hands from behind you on a whim and placing them over your clothed breasts. “Arthur, no one gets to touch me like this. No one gets to touch me at all.”
His eyes tore from where you’d placed his hands and met yours in surprise.
“Just you,” you said, moving his hands under yours as you continued to grind down on him.
“You ain’t serious,” he replied.
“I am serious. I may touch other people, but they don’t touch me. That’s my line, and I don’t cross it.” But you are, you thought. You gladly would for him.
He stared you down then. Not stating the obvious. You didn’t either, for fear it would reveal too much about what you felt for him. Instead you changed positions, slowly running his hands down your body and standing, pushing your chest out toward him as you rose. Then you backed off of him and asked carefully, “Do you want me to stop?”
He still stared, a little stunned. Then his eyes glanced down your body and back up, and his jaw set.
“Hell no.”
You smiled and turned.
This time, your heart raced when you backed into him and sat on his lap again, facing outward. You brought a hand up around the back of his neck and ground down on him hard, turning your face back to him, watching as his eyes found your mouth. His head tilted downward just so, hardly an inch away as you moved on him.
“I’m guessing you got rules about kissing men that come in here too,” he said so lowly you barely heard him over the music. But at the mention of a kiss, those butterflies in your gut fluttered.
“Usually,” you said, so close to him and pulling him closer still.
“Forgive me then.” His hand cupped the side of your face, and he brought his lips to yours. The feeling it brought you was embarrassingly giddy. His mouth was warm on yours, and it along with your movement began working you up into a state you really shouldn’t be in for a woman who did this for a living. But he brought you there anyway, kissing you slowly at first then harsher, his tongue pushing past your teeth.
You let out a genuine moan, holding onto the back of his neck for dear life. This was not good. You couldn’t fuck this man in here. But oh, how you wanted to. You wanted him to take you over this chair, on the floor, against the wall. You wanted him so badly that when his free hand moved to your hip, you let it stay there. And he used it this time, tugging you down into his lap so hard that you felt every inch of how aroused he was, his cock digging into your ass. And he was moving now too, moving against your grinding rhythm with his hips.
You broke away from his mouth and let out a breathy, “Arthur,” that only made his head straighten up and his other hand join the first, pulling you down atop him even harder.
“Christ,” he groaned. “You’re good at this.”
You smiled. “This isn’t what I normally do in here.”
“Good,” he said, the word possessive enough to make arousal burn through you, straight to the most sensitive part of you.
He kept grinding against you but slowed. “I told myself I wouldn’t do this, you know.”
“Do what?” you asked, watching his strong hands pin you down as you both moved.
“Touch you like this. Not here. But then I saw what you were wearin’ and how you danced up there on stage.” He brought a hand up from your hip, gently touching your jaw and turning your face to his. He kissed you again, his mouth making your whole body burn with pleasure. He was good at this too.
“You saw me dance?” you panted, barely breaking away.
“I did,” he said before kissing you again, this time on your neck. His hand moved across your front, tugging you in tight to him.
You let out a shaky breath. “Was I any good?”
“Damn good. I was half hard just watching you.”
Before you could respond, though your body was doing that plenty, he kept on. “Not to mention how you look tonight. Different than the last time I was here. More…”
“Me?” you suggested, already bursting with pride that he liked your favorite outfit and the hair and makeup you had done yourself.
“That’s it,” he said lowly, giving a particularly harsh grind of his hips as he continued holding you against him.
“Fuck, you don’t stop that soon and I’m gonna lose it” you choked out, feeling a wave of pleasure coming on.
“You want me to stop?” he taunted.
“No,” you shot back, but you made up your mind otherwise. You couldn’t come on this man’s lap, and not at the club. You wanted to do it right, with him inside of you, away from here. Just how you’d been imagining for days. “But you have to,” you added.
With this, you took his hands and slowly ran them down your body before pushing them aside. It took everything in you to get off of his lap, but you did.
“What, they got some kind of rule against your pleasure in these rooms?” he quipped.
You turned and faced him, leaning so that your hands landed on his legs, your cleavage on display as you went eye-level with him.
“No. But I want you inside me when I come.”
That did it. Arthur clenched his jaw so hard you could see the muscles of his face pull in.
You smirked, glad to give him that particular imagery. “Meet me outside the club after my shift. That way neither of us has to hold back.”
You leaned in and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek, running your hand down his leg one last time as you backed away from him. He just stared hard, looking like a man completely taken by you. You let that look be the lone thing for your feelings to cling onto as you left him sitting there.
~
The remainder of your shift passed quickly, excited as you were over what was to come. You spoke to John and Javier briefly and mentioned they may need to find a different ride home. Their resulting grins made you turn and teasingly smile at Arthur, who only looked away and ignored the three of you entirely. Other than that, you didn’t see Arthur again until you were walking out to your car. You’d parked out front this time, as hurried as you’d been to get here, and saw him leaning against his truck a few spaces away.
“Where are your kids?” you called out.
“I sent ‘em home,” he answered, smiling in that close-lipped, casual way that drove you crazy.
“Some babysitter you are,” you teased as you walked over to join him. With this, you heard a strong voice call out to you.
“All good over there?” This from Harry manning the front door, always watching out for his girls.
“All good, Harry. Thanks!” you said with a wave. Then, turning to Arthur, “So. You want my number or a ride to my place?”
“Ain’t no way I’m getting in that shit box with you,” he joked, nodding to your car. “I’ve seen how you drive.”
You feigned offense. “Shit box? I thought my mechanic fixed it up nice.”
He chuckled. “Looks like he did the best he could with what he had.”
You rolled your eyes then held out your hand. “Phone, then.”
He reached in his back pocket and unlocked his phone, placing it in your hand. You quickly found his contacts app on his nearly bare home screen and added your number with the contact name ‘Best Dancer My Lap’s Ever Met.’ You grinned and handed his phone back over. He let out a huff of a laugh and typed something out, making your own phone ding in response. From there, you just wore that grin and winked, turning on your heel to let him watch you walk away.
You got in your car and sent your address before leaving the Rouge. And as you did with the red neon fading away in your rearview, you knew that for once, you would be too distracted to be bothered by the traffic.
The ride felt short due to sudden nerves that you were having trouble mastering. This was much different than turning a man on at a club. This was intimate. And a small part of you hoped it wasn’t the only time it would happen either.
When you parked and got out to wait, seeing a familiar gray truck pull in, you were overcome by the sight of Arthur. He was so attractive to you that even the way he drove was distracting, wheeling that big truck around to further prove how capable he was. He parked perfectly straight and got out, joining you with a smile. When he stopped just shy of you and all you could do was stare at how handsome he was, he spoke. “You gonna ogle me all night or invite me in?”
You smiled then. “Both.” Then you took his hand and tugged him on.
You were busy thinking of how his fingers were threaded through yours when he took his hand away and brought an arm around you instead, never breaking step as he pulled you into him. You had to keep from giggling at the way he made you feel. And it only got worse when the pair of you reached your door and before you could even get your keys out, he backed you against the wall and started making out with you out in the damn open.
You were overwhelmed in seconds, his hands finding your hips, his tongue reaching yours.
After a moment tangled together, he backed off. “Mm. Seems I’ve lost all my patience.”
Yours was long gone, nowhere to be found. Especially since his body still pinned you to the wall and you could feel how hard he was against your front.
“What are you waiting for, then?” you asked, snaking your keys out of your purse and dangling them in front of him. He took them with a grin and turned, unlocking your door. He opened it wide and motioned you in, still every bit the gentleman that made you want him so bad in the first place.
From there, things got heated. Time melted away and wasn’t measurable in anything but his movements—shutting your door, making for you. Kissing you hard and desperate, causing your purse to drop to the floor. Backing you into the room with his strong hands, holding the kiss with nothing but strength and arousal.
You led him into your bedroom, the two of you never breaking as he leaned you over the bed, pressing his bodyweight into you.
You let him kiss you and kiss you, do as he pleased with you. You’d spent half your life leading the show, and for once you wanted to let go. You wanted to see how he would take the reins. And take them he did, easily leading you as he desired.
After he’d thoroughly turned you on with his mouth, he let you lay back on the bed as he got off of you, running his hands up your sides to take your shirt off. You let him, barely helping so that he would touch every inch of your skin he could. He brought the shirt up and over your arms then did the same with your bra, leaving your top half bare. That vainness in you burned bright when he took in the sight of your naked chest, his eyes hardening with arousal. But he didn’t touch you, taking off the rest of your clothes first. And only when you laid there beneath him completely bare did he touch you, running his hands up your sides and kissing you, mouthing you, running his tongue over your nipple.
You let out a shaky breath as you watched him, his handsome face shaped into that of satisfaction. His eyes had closed, like the taste of you alone was all he needed. And he began to suck and tease your nipple with his teeth, the feeling building up the beginnings of your pleasure.
You heard his boots thud to the carpet before he switched to your other nipple, gently guiding you higher up the bed beneath him. You laid a hand on his hair and had the fleeting thought that you wanted those boots to stay, wanted him here with you every night, showing you this pleasure.
“You want me to dance for you again?” you teased, trying your best to distract yourself from the feeling swelling in your chest for him.
He looked up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, still with your nipple in his mouth for a few seconds before he let go. The sight turned you on so bad you nearly made a face.
“I reckon it’s your turn to sit back and relax.”
You didn’t fully process that before he lifted up on those strong arms of his and moved down. He tugged you with him so that you went all the way to the edge of the bed with your legs hanging over.
Oh fuck.
Arthur knelt and propped your legs over his shoulders for you. “Been wantin’ to taste you for a while now.”
“Fuck,” you groaned aloud this time.
He started kissing a line up the inside of your thigh, speaking between each brush of his lips. “Ain’t no man can do this to you but me I bet.”
He was right about that much.
“No man even comes close, do they?”
“No one but you,” you breathed.
He laughed, low and daunting. “Good.” Then he brought his mouth to the most sensitive part of you, his tongue immediately dipping inside. Your breathing grew short and quick, your fingers tangling in his hair.
He started slow and grating, running his tongue up and in and out. Lapping at your wetness. His mouth was warm on you, his upper lip landing just under your clit. You needed him higher but didn’t dare move, because this alone was working you up, and you didn’t want to rush it. You wanted him to taste every inch of you, wanted this to be the new fantasy you dreamed of every time you pleasured yourself.
Arthur dipped his tongue into you deeper and deeper, running it along the upper side of you in a way that made you start to moan for him.
You were soaked now, there was no doubt about that, but he didn’t seem to care. He just tugged you closer with those strong hands, digging his fingers into the tops of your legs to hold you against his face.
He licked and sucked and drove you to an edge you didn’t know you could get to without him touching your clit. But then he did, and you lost it.
“Arthur,” you whimpered, arching your back, tugging his hair.
He ran his tongue over your clit, slow and steady. The immediate pleasure was so good you didn’t even need him to go faster to come, but he wasn’t done with you yet. He worked you higher and higher, setting a pace that steadily went faster and faster until you were panting, bucking, begging.
He started to suck on your clit hard, his tongue making tight circles against that bundle of nerves. Enough to have you taking in a shaky breath like you always did when you neared your release.
You pulled your lower legs down against his back, trapping him against you. You didn’t even have to focus on the pleasure. It built up all on its own, all because of his strong hands and able mouth.
He groaned at the way you held him against you, and that deep sound against your clit broke you. With a few last swirls of his tongue, you came impossibly hard, and he stayed there and lapped at you, dipping his tongue back into you to taste your release.
You were completely lost in his talent for this as your whole body twitched second after second, pleasure bursting forth.
Only when you could finally take in heavy breaths again did he pull away smiling, wiping your slick from his mouth. “That might just be the hottest thing you’ve done yet,” he said.
“Ditto,” you breathed, letting your head fall back.
He let out that low laugh that lit your ears before climbing back over you, kissing you again. And when you pressed a hand to his shirt, you remembered that it was still there. You couldn’t have that.
You leaned up with what little strength had returned to you and continued kissing him, reaching for the hem of his shirt. When you started tugging it upward, your knuckles brushed against coarse muscle and hair, making you break the kiss and look down. His chiseled body was already turning you on again—what little you’d glimpsed at the shop was nothing next to this. He had a smattering of hair that followed all the way up to his chest. And he was so strong. Built-up muscle that wasn’t refined like a man who worked out but stout like a man who worked hard. Your hands traced those muscles as he took over, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
He grinned then, smug. “If I’d known you were watching me through that shop window, I would have taken my shirt off a lot sooner for you.”
“You’d done that, and I would have fucked you right over that office desk,” you assured him, leaning into him and kissing him again. You both fell back on the bed, you atop him this time.
He smiled up at you as you broke away, wanting the rest of his clothes off.
“I don’t doubt that,” he said.
“You shouldn’t,” you assured him, unbuttoning those well-fitting jeans. “I thought about doing exactly that earlier that day. When you had me sign those papers.”
“What, in front of everyone?” he said with a laugh of disbelief.
“Yes,” you said simply, meeting his eye. His mouth parted slightly, the only sign that the idea turned him on. You elaborated. “I was thinking about what everyone would think of what a mess you could make of me on that desk.”
“Christ, woman,” he said lowly before leaning up to meet you, dragging you down atop him in another kiss, pants long forgotten in favor of his desire. You let him be, happy to feel his mouth against yours, his desperation in every sweep of his tongue.
He turned you on so thoroughly with just his mouth, it was no wonder you’d let this happen. Broken every last rule you had as a dancer, letting him into your apartment and into your life. You blamed it on the fact that at his shop that night, he’d admitted his feelings but still hadn’t expected anything from you. That wasn’t just rare for you—it was the first time it had ever happened. So you fell into the feeling now, allowing your arousal to be a result not only of his touch but of how much you wanted it. Needed it.
You broke the kiss and moved down, sliding his pants off his strong legs. He watched as you took his socks and briefs too, allowing his cock to spring up against his abdomen.
All you could do was stare at his impressive girth and let a slight smile turn your mouth, climbing back over him. Your turn.
You took him in hand and immediately set your mouth to his head, licking and teasing. You felt him go rigid underneath you and flicked your eyes up to see his reaction. His head had fallen back, his mouth parting in a heavy breath. You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue, going up and down, slow and tight.
When he groaned and his hand fell to your hair, you debated letting him come just like this. The two of you had all night—plenty of time for multiple rounds. Plus, part of you was prideful and wanted to pull that pleasure from him. Just as you decided that the idea wasn’t a bad one, starting to take him as deep as you could, he stopped you and pulled you upward in one strong tug. You were somewhat surprised by his ability to do that so easily, staring at him nose to nose with wide eyes.
He cracked a satisfied smile. “You still want me inside you when you come?”
Even though he was just repeating your own words back to you, hearing them out of his mouth made those sensitive muscles of yours clench with arousal.
“Yes.”
“You best cut that out then, or you won’t get the chance.”
You tilted your head. “Figured I could make you come more than once.”
His brows knit together, his gaze showing a seriousness you knew belonged to need. After a beat of the two of you staring at each other, his cock distractingly close to where you wanted it, he said lowly, “We’ll see about that.” Then he flipped you.
You felt a pout form on your face when he immediately raised up, leaving you lying there while he got off the bed. But when you saw why, another beat of admiration for him tangled through you. He was digging through his jeans for his wallet.
“Condom?” you asked.
“Yeah,” he said simply, like it wasn’t a thing in the world. All the times you’d been with shitty men who gave excuse after excuse not to wear one came back to you, and you couldn’t help but smile at Arthur’s willingness.
“You clean?”
He stopped what he was doing. “Yeah. Why?”
“Just that I’m on the pill. And likely cleaner than anyone you’ve ever been with if you don’t wanna fool with that.”
You watched his expression go from hesitancy to intrigue to arousal. It was the last look that had your blood heating, those eyes he pinned you with so goddamn attractive. And when he dropped his jeans and rejoined you on the bed, his broad body enveloping yours, you could feel your heart kick up its pace.
“That so?” he teased.
“That’s so,” you replied before his mouth was on yours again, barely giving you a chance to get the words out.
In your experience, sex work had a different meaning depending on who you asked. For you, it was just dancing. For others, it was the act in its fullest sense. But when Arthur trapped you underneath him and started kissing you deeper and deeper, his cock sliding between your thighs, the entire concept of work went out the door. This was neither. You’d never felt so admired, so wanted, so needed for reasons that went beyond your body. Arthur wanted you. Not a dancer, not a body, but a person. And you knew that because of the way he showered you with attention, one hand sliding around the back of your head, the other running down to your hip. His tongue finding yours and with each brush of it, pushing you down into the bed. He was desperate for this just like you were. And there was only one explanation for that—he had the same feelings for you as you did for him.
When Arthur broke the kiss long enough to look you in the eye and ask permission to fuck you, you were a goner.
“Yes,” you breathed out, the word heavy with the discovery of how much he wanted you. Then he brought his lips to yours and rocked his hips forward. You let out a whimper of gratification when the head of his cock slipped inside of you, already stretching you wide with how thick he was. He grunted, the sound going right into your mouth as he continued pushing in, going deep.
When Arthur stopped, buried as far inside of you as he could be, he broke away and flashed those pretty eyes at you. “This okay?”
“If you don’t fucking move already-”
Your insistence was interrupted by his low laugh. Then he dragged himself out of you, hesitated, and plunged back in, agonizingly slow. Oh, he knew what he was doing all right. The feeling had you hanging onto every ounce of grating pleasure. Especially when he kept hesitating like that, making you want to beg. Not to mention his lips falling to your throat, kissing and mouthing you.
As much as you wanted to go cross-eyed with pleasure, this was about him too. You wanted to see how worked up you could get him. So you spoke.
“Been dreaming of doing this with you every night since I first laid eyes on you,” you said low, right into his ear. Your fingers found his back and started rubbing small circles in the muscled flesh there. His hips hitched then kept on that slow pace—the clearest sign that he’d heard you loud and clear.
“Been thinking of all the ways you would fuck me. At the club. Here. At your shop.”
He sped up his pace, just barely. But his cock driving so deep was enough to make you moan before you kept on him.
“How you would…bend me over every surface and…and how’d you say it? Have your way with me?”
He grunted then, starting to really pick up his pace. That and his mouth coming back to yours made whatever teasing comment you had die a quick death. Fuck, you would come from his cock alone.
He broke the kiss and brought his head to the side, like kissing you was too much for him. His ragged breathing as he pumped into you further proved it. But the worst thing of all, the one that made you forget all about his pleasure, was when he looked you square in the eye and stopped dead, buried deep. “My turn.”
You realized then that he was smarter than you gave him credit for, catching on to what you were doing and stopping himself from nearing that edge. He moved you with him in one smooth motion, pulling out and sliding his body underneath you as he kept you held against him. You laid with your back to him, sitting in his lap from where he’d propped himself back against your pillows. And even better, you had a full length mirror in your room that was letting you in on just how much he wanted you, those heavy eyes of his watching your every movement. The only thing you uttered was a shaky breath as he kissed the side of your neck and said, “Ride me like you did in the club.”
Fucking gladly.
You lifted up and took his cock in hand, making him let out a literal growl of pleasure that had your cunt throbbing with need. You sat slowly, intentionally, letting every inch of him stretch you. Then your eyes flicked back to the mirror, watching as you leaned back against his strong chest and started to move on him. It was a glorious sight, one you almost wanted to take a picture of.
His hands found your hips again, pulling you down against him. You ground down hard, harder than you had at the club. You let every thrust of his cock hit that sweet spot inside you, building up the pleasure you’d so desperately wanted to feel since you’d met him.
“That’s it,” he said on an outward breath, the most blissed-out you’d ever heard him.
His hand left your hip and came down on your lower stomach, and fuck if you couldn’t feel how deep inside of you he was. He bucked his hips up to meet you then, and you watched in the mirror, your mouth falling open.
“You like riding me?” he taunted. “Like watching us in the mirror like this?”
“Yes,” you whined. Then took him harder, your hand circling the back of his neck like you’d done in the Rouge. All thought was blotted out at the feeling of his cock, and how hard you were grinding against him, and how much you suddenly wanted his mouth back. You looked away from the mirror and up to him. “Kiss me.”
His eyes fluttered with the slightest show of desire before his mouth came over yours, sure and demanding. That was when you lost it.
You ground down and he fucked into you slow and rough, and he took your mouth all tongue and teeth and need. Your gaze flashed to the mirror one last time, and the sight before you pushed you into pure ecstasy. You came on his cock, just as you’d promised, moaning into his mouth. He refused to let up, still forcing your hips down and swallowing the sound with how greedily he kissed you. But you didn’t miss how he groaned when you flexed around him, how it sounded desperate this time. So you let him keep on, not realizing how close he was until you pulled him in closer as you kissed him, still fluttering with the last waves of your orgasm.
He pulled away from your mouth and sat you down on his cock with one harsh push, making you watch. The mirror was a damn sight to behold as his eyes squeezed shut and he let out a deep groan, stilling as deep inside of you as he could be.
You cursed low and filthy, unable to resist. He just let out a grunt of pure pleasure, still coming and holding you there to take it all.
After a moment held together like this, his entire body relaxed as he brought a hand up to your jaw, turning you and kissing you again. You could only think about how deep he still was, how much you wanted him to stay there.
He broke away and gave you a satisfied smile. “Even better than I imagined.”
“Me? Are you fucking kidding me? The club should hire you.”
He let out a bark of a laugh. “Now there’s a sight.”
You laughed with him, settling against his chest. Fully content to cockwarm him if that’s what he wanted. He settled with you, running his fingers up and down your side. Your gaze flicked to the mirror again and so did his.
“You always got that mirror there?”
“Yeah. But I’m sure as hell never moving it now.” Not with a sight like this, his cock still inside you as you lay there together propped up on the bed.
Arthur chuckled then teasingly ran his fingers up to your nipple and pinched. Your remaining arousal throbbed between your legs, making him groan all growl-like again. That sound was music to your ears.
“Real question is, how quick do you recover?”
“Why?” he said, that teasing tone of his making you smile. “My cock still inside you not enough?”
You met his eye with a devilish glint in your own. “I want it to stay there.”
His voice dropped low again. “That so?”
You nodded, biting your lip. Because the way he looked at you was a promise of its own. And as it stood, you wanted him to fill you with his come all night long.
He smirked. “Then tell me again about your plans for that office desk.”
With that, you were lost in how infatuated you were with the man, describing every last detail of what you wanted him to do to you. And you were delighted with how the minutes passed, and he hardened while he was still inside you. That was the most aroused anyone had ever made you. Then Arthur did as you asked and started with your first request, rising from the bed and taking you with him. He wrapped your legs around his waist and fucked you against the wall, using all that strength of his you so loved to admire. And before long, you were both panting, grabbing at every inch of skin, kissing and cursing and dying to let go.
When Arthur fulfilled your second request and took you down to the floor, you did come. Twice. Once with him facing you, once with him railing you from behind. And as he kept on through your second orgasm, never letting up an inch, you thought that you had found the perfect man. Unbelievably, you’d found him at the club. And you were so glad you’d given him a chance, all because he held doors open and called you miss and let you decide for yourself how this would go. That meant more to you than you could say. So when he came a second time, half-collapsing on top of you but still holding you up with one steady arm, you couldn’t help but look to those boots of his on your bedroom floor. You finally let your feelings for him take over at the sight, for once in your life unafraid to do so. Because despite what you did for a living and despite how you’d met, you both wanted each other for no other reason than how you made each other feel. And that was all you’d ever truly craved.
“You’ll be the death of me yet, woman,” he said through heavy breaths.
You smiled, allowing yourself to be happy. Then you turned and kissed him.
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“We’re more ghosts than people.”
Pretend Let Down by Radiohead is playing (tumblr please let me add the music why do you hate me)
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snoopy of the day
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"𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒄𝒕"🍃
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Charles doodles
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It's rare the time I go back to my sketchbook, but to my very pleasant surprise I got fixated over John and Abigail after finishing RDR2 a few days ago and I needed to at least sketch their portraits in my breaks from work to get used to them. I have a lot of scenarios I want to draw, but they will have to stay in my mind for now. I love this girlboss and her malewife I hope nothing wrong happens to them
(again)
(I already spoilered myself with RDR1)
(I've decided to ignore that and believe they grow old together)
(they are so butchfemme coded I adore them)
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a little study for today🐴🌼
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Molly deserved better. I hate you dutch.
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better pic of my bear boy
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thedilfdiaries · 4 days ago
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HELLOOOO????? the domesticity the filth the love?? this fic has everything.
"You hum in contentment, sinking deeper into the bliss you're feeling, into Frankie's back, gluing yourself to him, burying your nose between his shoulder blades."
LIKE?????? I want to cry and melt at the same time??? 🥺🔥
Frankie flipping pancakes while you’re wrapped around him and then BOOM — poker night reveal, “You fucking cheater!” 💀😂 the way it goes from soft and cozy to playful and teasing to downright filthy (those sweatpants 👀) had me KICKING my feet.
Domestic Frankie + smug Frankie + married bliss Frankie = PERFECTION. This one made my heart burst and my brain short-circuit at the same time.
me reading this fic: 🫠🥞☕️🔥💍
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Game of Love
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This is what @iamasaddie l’s pictures inspired me to write! Frankie invaded my brain with this sweet snippet that ended up being a bit longer than I planned🤭 Thank you, @schnarfer, for checking my writing and giving me a wonderful idea for the title. And to my friends, @thundermartini @thedilfdiaries @encasedinobsidian for always being such wonderful cheerleaders! Love you!♥️♥️
Masterlist // AO3
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pairing: frankie morales x fem!able bodied reader summary: your last morning in your weekend getaway brings you a surprise word count: 800 tags/warnings: established relationship, love, fluff, a bit of a mischief, mentions of smut
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
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You hum in contentment, sinking deeper into the bliss you're feeling, into Frankie's back, gluing yourself to him, burying your nose between his shoulder blades. You inhale his scent, his natural musk, the hints of sweat mixed with the cedar wood in his cologne, getting drunk with it as you hold him. Tightening your arms around his tummy, swaying with him as he cooks you both pancakes for breakfast, as the aroma of chocolate and blueberries floods the kitchen, and the cup of coffee you’re sharing sits on the countertop, beside the pan he’s using.
There's no need to talk as you bask in each other's presence, in the sun invading the kitchen and warming your bodies.
"Can you go clean the table? The pancakes will be ready soon."
"Sure," you murmur, kissing the back of his neck, the spot you adore, where his hair ends and curls. You take one more sip of coffee before stretching your body, pleasantly sore from last night, remembering how he had consumed you, tying your wrists to the bed, leaving you to his mercy, giving you so much pleasure you had almost passed out.
It's your last day in this cabin, this wooden treasure Frankie surprised you with for a long weekend getaway to celebrate your first wedding anniversary, and the views from the terrace, the trees surrounding the property, and the lake you've been able to swim in still mesmerize you. 
There's nothing suspicious as you start to tidy up the mess you left behind last night, too horny and ravenous for each other to care about it. Gathering the bucket filled with melted ice, the bottles of champagne you shared, and your half-drunk glasses takes no effort, but the last hand of poker you played halts your work. 
You only need a couple of seconds to connect the dots, to understand what the two cards on the chair he had used, plus the ones on the table, mean, and why he kept distracting you so much during the last game you played. Cursing, you grab them, stomping back into the kitchen, yelling and showing Frankie the proof he had left behind. "You fucking cheater!”
He only stares at you, dragging his gaze around your body, ogling you, your messy hair, your bare legs, and your curves hidden underneath one of his faded t-shirts. Unperturbed under your murderous face. You'd even say he's delighted, raising one eyebrow at you.
“I wasn’t the only one cheating, Princesa (Princess).” He dares you, smug, reveling in your reaction. And you wonder if he's been waiting for it, for you to discover what he had done.
You never cheat, conscious of your inability to hide your intentions from him, always transparent, an open book for him to read, but when the opportunity had presented, accidentally taking one extra card that suited you perfectly, you had taken it, believing yourself smooth enough not to get caught. You had wanted to win, conquer the game, the bet you had made, and be in control of your pleasure, of his, possessing his body, and teasing him until he begged.
"I didn't!"
You try to feign indignation, but your expression betrays you. You can feel it creep in your eyes, your mouth, your whole face, and Frankie witnesses it too, smirking, proud of having caught you.
“I saw you sneaking a card," he says, chuckling when you huff, teasing you as he flips the pancakes, “and I evened the tables. I was just better at cheating than you.”
You chew your lip to stop yourself from pouting, ready to bite him, but he's faster than you.
“Come on now, be good for me and set the table for breakfast. You can plot your vengeance later. I’ll let you do whatever you want," Frankie offers, knowing what his words will do to you. His husky voice covers your skin in goosebumps. Making you shiver, making your core pulsate with desire, bewitching you with the blush covering his cheeks, his pupils blown, the pair of grey sweatpants showing his interest, his half-hard cock, looking decadent, good enough to devour him.
You point at him, swallowing the moan coiling in your throat, unwilling to fall under his spell, to let him have the last word. “It’s going to be swift and brutal,” you threaten him, leaving his presence before he can say anything else, hearing his laughter, livid, frustrated and smitten in equal amounts, smiling so hard it hurts, with your heart bursting with love for him, absolutely sure that marrying him has been one of the best decisions in your life.
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Npt (because there was interest on my WIPs and some moots who might like it) @bergamote-catsandbooks @almostfoxglove @milla-frenchy @baronessvonglitter @604to647 @jennaispunk @justagalwhowrites
@berryispunk @aurorawritestoescape @maggiemayhemnj @sixhours @whocaresstillthelouvre @burntheedges
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Sorry I haven't been active 😅 so here's some photos and a video 😊😁🤠🔥
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Follow @rachelalexandrag on IG, Tik Tok and Tumblr for more 😊🤠🎮
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first meeting
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I have nothing to post so here's two oil and gouache paintings I did a few months ago
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Arthur Morgan modern AU as a mechanic 🥸 I’m starting to love modern au art- you know when vaccines are actually working and I can pretend everything will be fine✨
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need to smooch him so bad
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thedilfdiaries · 5 days ago
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😫😫😫😫 PLEASEEEEE HES SO HOT 🔥
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professor!robby inspo for my fellow sluts 😘
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