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Day 16: Wild

Some Arthur x Black reader fun ;)

Warnings: NSFT

Arthur’s love for you is wild. That’s the best way to describe it–wild and deep. You drive him wild in the best way and he has never felt this way before.

You came into his life like a whirlwind and he was sure you’d be gone just as fast as you came in, but you didn’t. You stay. You love him. You want him. He wants you. And it’s perfect.

Every time you look at him with those big, brown eyes he falls even more in love. Every time he gets a peek at your smooth, deep mahogany skin he wants to touch you. Those plush lips of yours are made for kissing and he makes sure to get one whenever he can.

He loves everything about you but tonight he’s focused on the way you look lying on the bed in front of him. The softness and fullness of your thighs, those curves that don’t need a corset to be accentuated. He smiles down at you as you hold your arms out to him, silently begging for him. He makes you whine for a bit before finally giving in. He lays himself over you and kisses those lips he loves so much. He twists a strand of your thick coils around his finger and you turn your head to kiss his palm.

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Arthur Morgan x Black!Reader: Snowed In

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Black!FemaleReader

Warnings: Explicit smut Summary: A hunting trip with Arthur leads to a heated night in his arms.

A/N: I’ve noticed a disturbing lack of Arthur Morgan x Black!Reader fanfiction on this blue hellsite and my fingers slipped. The plot takes place in Chapter 1. You, the Reader, are a doctor who joined the gang after killing a man in self-defense. While your good with a gun and can fend for yourself, your true talent lies in medicine. Arthur has been pining for you since you first joined the gang and after Blackwater the two of you go on a hunting trip. A terrible blizzard forces you and Arthur to take shelter in an abandoned cabin. One thing leads to another and you are forced to confront your feelings for the cowboy.

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Arthur rolled out of the blankets and you lifted your heavy eyelids, desperately needing a few more hours of sleep for, after all, you had been awake most of the night. “Is it morning?” you asked, hoping that it wasn’t. Without his warmth beside you, the cold crept through the blanket and made you shiver. “Yeah.”

You wondered how he could tell, when it was as dark as night inside the cabin with the door closed and the window coverings down. You could barely make out the outline of his naked form in the dull glow of the coals in the fireplace. For a moment you wondered why the coals hadn’t been banked, then memory crashed through you and you not only remembered why the fire had been rebuilt during the night, you remembered why you hadn’t been able to get much sleep.

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