Male reader edging Arthur Morgan I’m begging u on my knees pls
- @arthurmorganssaddle (pls tag me)
mmmhh yes @arthurmorganssaddle very delicious
and for this i may or may not have used myself as inspiration for this one too😭
theres so many thoughts that are floating in my brain for this imagine but i cant stop thinking about loser m!reader edging arthur by accident
if arthur's noticed anything since he's come to know you is that you're attached to your phone 24/7. thats not to dispargae you in any way, no, he can say with confidence that almost everyone he knows and comes across on a random tuesday afternoon would be plastered to the screen of their phones same as you. but..but its somehow different with you. he hesitates to claim that you're being secretive with him, since this whole romantic will they wont they situation began with you, but its strange to see you constantly scrowling on your phone with headphones in your ear. and if he even attempts to come close to you while you're preoccupied, no sir. you're hurrying to change screens.
after about the third time he'd caught you on your phone like that you had the decency to sheepishly admit that you werent talking to anyone. no you admited to listening to something.
oh well thats fine, right? you're just listening to something...he cant help but realize you never eleborated on what that something is mind you.
he doesnt mean to pry but he wants to know what you're listening to, ya know. he wants to be involved in in your interest. perhaps he'd even enjoy it. ever sense he'd gotten involved in dnd after you expressed your enjoyment of the game he's loved dming ever since. it takes a while for you to cave but with each pointed look he sends you, you slowly become more and more convinced to try. whatever you're listening to cant be 'that' bad
he quickly retracted that statement as soon as you disconnected your headphones.
ya know. he'd at least expect you to be listening to some sort of dnd related podcast, maybe even a 5 hour analysis of some game you'd have no desire to play. or maybe even music; he knows you like music.
he'd have thought youd be playing literally anything. literally anything else.
but when he hears the rapid slapping and grunts and sound of pleasure from your speakers he cant help the look of shock that falls on his face. he watches you rush to tap at your phone, attempt to silence the contraption that'd exposed you.
maybe he hadnt heard right, maybe he'd misheard. theres no way that came from your phone, right?
you have the nerve to look embarrassed about it.
"why darling? is it cause we dont-is it cause of me?"
"NO NO ABSOLUTELY NOT...you've done nothing wrong. im just-its just a me thing. i swear."
"but like, why though, darling?"
"i-i dont know arthur i-i just like it, okay"
"...okay"
"okay? i-is that a "im weirded out" okay or a "we'll talk about this later" okay?"
"its okay...i-i gotta go"
and with a hurried kiss to your forehead hes out the door.
theres no point in lingering on the moment so you continue about your day. you continue to clean, continue to do your homework, continue to bother john, continue to have your little lunch date with hosea.
its as if nothing happened at all.
but the same cant be said for arthur.
the only thing swirlign in arthurs pretty little head of his is the incessant noise of someone getting their rocks off and dammit it shouldnt effect him as much as it has. he aint some blushing virgin, hes a grown ass man. so why does his mind keep going back to what you said?
thats what you said. you just like. it seemed so simple when it left your mouth but now, all arthur can do is ruminant on the very meaning of the statement. you liked it. in fact with how many hours you seemed to be plugged into your headphones it wouldn't be too farfetched to say you loved it.
the slick and vulgur sounds of ecstasy brought you more pleasure than anything. and all arthur can think of is whether you'd enjoy listening to him like that. would you love the sounds he'd make while your hands molded to his skin?
despite how difficult it was to concentrate throughout the day, arthur hadnt intended to bring it back up when he came back home. but as he entered his room, seeing you clearly up and alert with the same damned phone in your hand, plans changed.
he plops down on his bed, his back to you. and he waits.
"why are you so wound up arthur?"
"no i dont, enlighten me a little"
"cause of you an that damn phone of yours"
"what did my phone do to you?"
"you and-and that damn smut you were listening to"
"were you thinking about that all day?"
...he hates how clearly the smirk on your face bleeds through in your tone.
"poor doll got all this tension...can i help?...just a little bit"
you hook your chin over his shoulder and position yourself behind arthur, your chest resting on his back. the lower your hand goes brushing his bulge the more tense.
"relax, baby", you whisper, you're breath hot on his neck.
"dont want you quiet for this. i wanna hear you. nice an' clear. dont be shy with me"
"john wont mind. he's asleep by now"
hes so heavy in your hands. and warm. god was he warm. and soft. was that a typical description of the prize you currently held in your hands? you're too sure. nothing else could accuratly desrbibe the contores, the slight curvature of manhood(?) that sporadically twitched and throbbed in anticipation than soft.
....these are moments that make life worth living
if you hadnt been so intent to hearing arthur in every way possible you'd have taken the time to even run your fingers through the patch of hair resting above this prize you now graze.
"you're being so quiet baby. come on dont hide yourself. aint nothing to hide"
"aint no shame in wanting to crawl into ya skin baby"
think the edging isnt even on purpose either. arthur gets close but then the reader stops cause hes gotta go pick up that ubereats delivery