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[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

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[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

taking a break cus I don't think writing is my thing anymore... sorry dell fans :(

it was super fun being here for how long I did it for!! like ive talked to so many and it means a lot to have all of u support me! its just that im always supa busy now and i barely have any time nor ideas for tumblr im so sorry<3

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

thinkin' about farmhand! arthur morgan being hired by your daddy. unknown to him that the man who hired him has a sweetheart for a daughter.

femreader, typical 1899 period mindset, your father is protective over his daughter. mlist.

arthur morgan was a man who was recently employed by your daddy. now, he was very sure of the man he hired, and he was right. arthur proved to be one of the most helpful men ever to be involved with the ranch. he was strong and willing. nothing proved to be hard for him to do. hell, if your daddy told him what to do, he'd do. the money was well, too.

arthur morgan did nothing more than work. since that's what he was paid to do. a little small talk with your father and any men here and there, but he'd always go straight back to work. it made him feel wanted, needed, and useful. it made him feel like he was worth something.

arthur morgan started noticing you, he's never seen you before. hell, he didn't even realise the man he worked for has a daughter wnd you looked like they sweetest thing hes ever seen. how you were just prancing and playing around with your dog, throwing a stick or letting your them jump up at you. it was a wholesome sight to say the least vut he never said a thing. he kept it to himself.

you were very kind, very kind, even. he's never met a girl who was sweet as sugar. a little shy as first, but you quickly warmed up to him, noticing how much your daddy liked him. he thought arthur morgan was a good man. it didn't take you long before you were practically talking his ear off. its what happens when you get comfortable around someone. he adored it.

you watched him while he worked, mostly from your room, never seen a man's like him before. he was so big, he was tall and very strong. although you know that your father would let anything happen between you two, he's protective like that. he didn't want no man near his daughter ─ they only wanted one thing.

you two found small, subtle ways to talk and spend with each other. you'd watch him while he worked on the fence or something... or he'd talk to you while as you just happen to pass him while riding on your hourse.

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

thinkin' about meeting will graham in university. how'd he be so intelligent, with his eidetic memory and empathy, and yet he couldn't talk to anyone without getting all awkward and avoiding eye contact.

femreader, early twenties will graham. mlist.

will graham, one of the young men who is in a few of your classes. he was known for being smart, like, super smart. like einstein smart. he was the guy that you'd ask if it was okay if you could copy his homework, and he'd say yes, even if he was... a little socially awkward at times. he was helpful.

will graham would keep to himself. he didn't have many friends, but he wasn't one of the those students, the ones that didn't listen. he was just there. although he wasn't afraid to act like an ass if someone was being off with him. (totally not a trait from his father, either.)

will graham had a small crush on you, but he'd never say anything. he tried to ask girls out before, but they saw him as an odd guy, or he got too embarrassed, or they would straight up reject him. (totally not a self indulge) he'd stare at you frequently. in class, the library, the hallway, and in the lunch hall. he thought about talking to you, but he didn't want to be pushed away like before.

you weren't exactly a loner since people who knew you were. the awkward girl who is similar to will in a way, you're both just weird. you just enjoyed studying unlike other people in your class. hell, they would only come up to you if they needed help for any essays or anything to do with humanities. and will graham was often one of those people.

you noticed him, of course. you two knew never talked except for small greetings on the passing. he was nice, but sometimes he can be aloof, it never bothered you. of course, you're the one who started the conversation. it took hi. by surprise, but will graham ended up enjoying your company.

you helped him with english essays since anything in relation to psychology and other interests were more of his thing. you learned that will graham liked to fish and one day, he wanted to have a dog when he was older, since his father didn't let have any pets ─ says that dogs always make a mess of things, too hyper. it didn't take long before you invited him over to your house to study some more.

and because you have a dog, that piqued his interest, too.

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

thinkin' about farmhand! will graham just staring at you when he's supposed to be working around your daddy's ranch. he wasn't sure why, but he was just so... enthralled by you. like he's never met a woman who's sweeter than sugar.

femreader, flirting, he's a little older than you. mlist.

will graham was the farmhand that your daddy hired recently. he wasn't too sure of him but will proved to be quite the handyman. he'd look after the animals, fix the fence or the gates, clean up the ranch, fix up the fields and more. he was good at what he did. he was very helpful and you're father liked him. you also liked him too.

will graham would never act on his feelings. god, no. will promised himself that he'd stay away from you, in that sense. will couldn't deny that you were a very sweet girl. how you would talk to him about everything and anything, making sure he was okay while he worked outside, and more.

will graham would keep his glances and stares to a minimum, a subtleness of sorts. he doesn't want to be caught since... what would he say? he didn't want your father to think wrong of him. hell, he's practically scared of your daddy. will always refer him to "sir." besides that, the money paid well, and that's what will want, no, needed, even.

you were a living sweetheart to him. you welcomed him with open arms when will graham first came here to help your father out on the ranch, made sure he stayed hydrated on the words of "don't wan' you to faint, will!" or you would just watch him work on the fences or the gates.

you often watch will graham while he works outside, sitting by your window or the kitchen, he was just... so helpful and strong, real thick, too. you even caught yourself watching his biceps flex every time he chopped up some wood for your father or fixing the fence up that you totally didn't break on purpose, how the sweat glistened juust right from the hot rays of the sun.

you swore that you sometimes caught will graham staring at you, especially during dinner. he'd sit across from you while your father was at the end of the table. a light pink would spread across your face if you met his gaze. his foot has even bumped into yours, assuming without intention. and yet, you'd rub his foot against his leg, and only then, you've never seen a man's face go so red in your life.

only for will graham to make the excuse that he nearly choked on his food. that he's fine. nothing more, nothing less. thankfully, your father didn't notice his little act to keep himself composed. and that you didn't giggle out loud.

tags ͡˚̣̣̣𓎟𓎟 @milkcartonangelita @ethomdr @some-sick-deja-vu

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

heyyy! do you think you could write some will graham x reader? maybe something like he plans a date in the woods in the winter, fishing or just walking around?🩷🎀

i've been having such a will obsession recently. he's so cute and so mmfffgghhhfff. #needthat <3

gn reader, barely proofread, fluff. mlist.

will graham has been super busy these past weeks. you couldn't blame him, but you more so understood him. jack has been pulling him back and forth onto different cases, and of course, he never refused. will loved helping people, he loved feeling... useful. you know how much he loves his job.

only recently, he began to realise how time between you two has been less and less. he adored your company, after a long day of work he just wanted nothing more than to spend the night with you. he wasn't good with his feelings, but he... he wanted to do something nice that'd the two of you would enjoy. a surprise, more like.

a walk, that's his plan. a walk. just you, him, and his dogs in the woods near his home within wolf trap. then a dinner when the two of you come home.

it's not much sure, but that's what you liked. you weren't the type for the "going all out" sort of thing. you liked things to be more reserved and quiet. something that he also had in common with you. somewhere peaceful and filled with beautiful scenery with your conversation to fill out the void.

now, that's what brings you here. the two of you walking through the woods, feeling the crush of the leaves beneath your feet as autumn finally reached virginia. the trees covered in all shades of oranges and browns, the breeze swishing through your hair and his. all the while, several of his dogs ran around the area, doing what they loved. soon, the tranquil ended since you spoke up.

“how was work?” you asked softly, glancing over to him like ur fingers soon intertwined with his. will quickly return the small act of intimacy, of course. it didn't take long before your hand was soon engulfed by his, as if he didn't want to let you go. his thumb circling gentle patterns against yours as the two of you walked.

“its fine. I've just been caught up with work. it's nothing to worry about.” he replies softly, his gaze fixed on his dogs. now, will likes you a lot, he really did, but he just wasn't good with the whole "talking about your feelings" thing. he couldn't express nor show you. it-s just something he heavily struggled with. action was more his thing.

“you?” he asked in return, glancing at you. that was the small thing about you two. working different jobs, and yet, some days were just as stressful as the other. it was funny in a way. “its okay, so far. evelyn has been super helpful even tho she's just joined recently.” evelyn, he's met her before. thought she was nice.

soon, one of will's dogs came running towards him with a stick, max. wanted to play fetch and of course will was more than willing. he picked up the stick before throwing it as far as he could, the sound of the stick swishing against the force of the air.

“missed this, i missed you, too.” you say, almost like a whisper and yet still loud enough for hom to hear you. he always perceptive. “i missed you, sweetheart.” he replies, reassuring you in a way, his own way. he may work as much as he can, but you still mean a lot to him. you have ever since he met you all those years ago, it was like a faded memory, now. silence falls between you two again until will spoke up.

“... i was thinking─”

“oh god, that's never good.” and he chuckled softly as he shook his head at your teasing words. always the one to rile him up, aren't you? and he could never get enough of it either. it was like that you got your teasing habits from him, which isn't much of a surprise.

“i was thinking. about work, and us. the cases.. they can be a lot, jack can be a lot but...”

who knows where your boyfriend is going with this. you nodded along to his words, letting him that you understand and that you're hanging onto every word that spills from his lips, like a drainage that he's trying to stop on his own. despite all that, you waited for him to continue talking.

he stopped in his tracks, turning to face you. he looked worried, no, he looked guilty for something but you weren't sure why. like his emotions were going to spill all out at once. “i'm sorry for not being home that often. its just... this case─”

you interrupted, wanting to reassure him as quickly as you can. you didn't want him to feel guilty for anything, especially for something loves doing. “it's fine, will. i get it. i know how much the fbi means to you.” he soon felt your lips press against his cheek, like a small hint of the warmth and affection you have for him.

“thank you." he says simply before his arm slips around your waist, you return the favour before the two of you begin to walk back home. he did plan to make you dinner when you get back home after all. “you still up for dinner?” he asked and you nodded as a chuckle escapes you. “of course i am, silly man.”

he's never known himself as well as he knows himself when he's with you.

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

new theme is so beautiful !! ♡♡

thank u, sweetheart! i adore urs, too. <3

[dmitriene]

for the lovely @dauhtrofsevnthshe

cw: lowhonor arthur, intimacy struggles, falling in love, smut is there, usual mentions of arthur's character issues.

arthur morgan is a gnarled man used to be awkward with his or other's touches, to shy away from the any tender, heartwarming contact, the one filled with a sincere want to soothe or make him feel valued — a thumb rubbing his shoulder in soothing reassurance, a hug warm and tight enough to make him feel safe, to go lax into the embrace, strip him off the many disguising layers he wears as his natural skin, so he runs.

when called a good man, he doesn't believes, a thing like him, a wolf in a sheeps clothing, can't be any near good, he robs people, he kills people, he abandoned the proper life and love he could have only to become a bastard, the one who brings fear in other's eyes, tears to women's cheeks, bullets in their men's chests, leaving all things behind plundered empty, other people's souls, other people's pockets, with only his mean grin in their memory.

that's what puts an end to any sought of intimacy — arthur's own traitorous head, the nagging thought that he is not worthy, that everyone are trying to deceive him, for bad purposes, or for the sake of ridicule, he doesn't welcomes nor a beautiful, innocent lady, or even a woman who will do anything for money, and even his own close circle he treats with slight apprehension, relaxing only when he is patted roughly, not caressed.

he's an outlaw after all, a trusted hand of a well known gang leader, he needs to be feared, needs to be roughened, or he would go disgustingly tender, would start hesitating, stuck wondering about what he does with his one and only life for too much, would allow to put his gun aside, to try and solve situations with words, with apologies, with pity, and everyone would see how weak he is, that softness trapped deep inside behind wolf's teeth's.

but it's you, you make that difference — let arthur open up, if only for a little, away from the scrutinizing and expecting gazes, where only you can see, making it so magically easy

to admit his worries, his fears, the wrongness of his actions and life deeds, and it's like a confessional, but without condemnation, without expectation, just your softened look, full of tenderness and understanding, soft hands gently touching his, so calloused and dirty, and your lips.

you teach him how to accept, anything, longer touches, gentle hugs, voiced concern about his wellbeing, about his wounds, just about him, and he does starts to learn, telling you how his day have been when he returns to the camp and goes right to find you, shows you the sketches in his journal, something once sacred for his eyes alone now placed in your hands, and you reward him with a broad, radiant smile and sweet speeches, under the weight of which his shoulders lose their previous weight.

arthur knows he's fallen bad with such a laughable, cruel ease — but there's nothing he can do, can he?

you're in his thoughts, day and night and when he's away for weeks, you're close when he needs help, easy talk or midnight silence in front of the fire, but with you close, always, holding his hand, leaning on his broad shoulder, brushing your palm against his roughly outgrown stubble and teasing that he looks rough, and still, you look at him as something worthy of your sweet attention.

arthur wants to be wrapped up in your silk and your frills, he wants to be kissed by your plump lips, he wants to be mapped by your hands, he wants his name, usually shouted or snarled, coming out of your mouth as a moan — that's how he comes to realize that he craves the intimacy he missed, but not anyone's, no, he needs it coming up on your palms so he could devour, and you do, giggling so affectionately.

you let his tongue tangle with yours, mess of drool and sloppy press of chapped lips, with rasp of stubble against your sensitive skin, making you squirm, and still, beckon him closer, grasping at his hair, mussing the brown locks beneath, making his perfectly blue eyes flutter in mute pleasure, giving out as a growl into your mouth, making you sigh, open wider, and pull him with you, anywhere.

and he comes as a needy, starved thing, pawing the suppleness of your skin in his rough hands, biting down the tender column of your fragile throat and unmarked shoulders, saccharine as the sweets they sell at those expensive shops for nobles, beneath his sharp canines, all for him, sprawled as a prey, but looking at him with trust, and his knees give out beneath him as a wordless vow to you, as his new place, beside you, your foot, a man swooned and from wolf turned into a puppy.

he bottoms out his twitching cock inside your slicked, fluttering cunt and shudders whole — spine bowing, breath catching on something more breathless than a sob, eyes squeezing shut tightly, while holding your trembling body against his broad chest and listening to your melodious, needy moans, the way you accept him, parting your legs further, rolling your hips down, kissing his face passionately, each freckle and scar, asking for more, turning him a madman.

he handles you like a porcelain figurine, kisses like a lovesick fool, and never would regret it, not with how you shiver as his lips trail against your sternum, breasts covered with blooms of hickeys, bruising as a brand, your legs curling over his broad hips, pulling him closer, deeper, calling his name over and over.

until arthur would shiver with you in synced orgasm, moaning into your mouth, collecting your gasps of pleasure, stepping over any heights just for you, because you deserve it, after the way you have opened a new world to him, guided him through, and never asked for anything in return, ending up with his heart at your mercy.

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[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

oh, this changed my life and my brain. ּ ֶָ֢ .

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

i love your writing!! it’s incredible.

eeee thank u!! i luv urs too.

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

i cant be the only one who does this but do u ever cringe at ur own writing bc i'll be reading the chapters of my own book and im like omg this is so shit and then i realise I WROTE THAT 💔💔💔

oh em gee yes 💔💔💔 like dolle nation im so sorry, i cannot re-read my own smutty fics,, it makes me cringe so bad because what do u mean that i wrote that.....

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

🦌 hello its freya the bath and body works assigner again anyway hi i think if i could give you 3 candles itd be: a. cinnamon stick b. honeycrisp apple c. main street bakery also lowk ur page would probably be like if warm vanilla sugar and gingham gorgeous were combined. freya out!!! 💗

eeek thank u freya!!! you're the sweetest ever!!

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

hi baby ily ! 🍡 hope ur doing good <33

haii angel!! thank u, im doing well!! focusing on little pieces while trying to finish some in my drafts 😞 writers block is wildd, hope ur doing good!! <3

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

hii, dolly, how are you?

i started working on a second part of the hyperfem oneshot 'cause i finally got a solid idea on the storyline, i'm just not sure how long it's gonna take me. <3

hi annie!! im doing well! im just focused on work and sometimes that i existed on this silly app </3 i hope ur doing well!!

and take as much time as u need! i completely understand because i wayy too much to release anything its so funny but as long as ur having fun writing it,, thats allowing that matters!! <3

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

will graham headcanons!

he'd be in a sort of internal battle with himself when he comes to the realisation that he likes you. hes sooo awkward when it comes to confessing his feelings for you :(

he may not be the most romantic guy in the world, but he tries!! really, he does. he even asked hannibal for some advice...

maybe a little ooc id like to imagine (in a relationship) when he's really comfortable that hed be the type to do little things.. like he'd put your shoes on for you, hold your hand, play with your hair, etc, etc.

you've tried on his glasses with and without him knowing many times before, he thinks you look cute, but he's never told you.

he'll be closed off and blunt to other people, but he'll always do his best to let you in, to let you see him

when it comes to his lectures, he is very blunt and very honest about how he feels about his students and their grades. he's not afraid to hold you back if you're failing! he is just a harsh grader...

he is very into selfcare and hygiene. he will never ever smell bad, always using that cheap afershave he gets for christmas. he may be a little unkempt, but he is always clean (totally not a small self indulge!!)

you're the only person he does eye contact with!! since you're one of the rare few that he feels comfortable to be around with.

fishing trips were always super duper fun. it may start off quiet with the two of concentrating, but the enjoying of each other's company was obvious.

one time when he was fishing (as superstition goes), he named the bait after you, and he succeeded in catching the fish. more than once!

when he's upset, he'll express it or keep it to himself. he was never good with his emotions. maybe, just maybe, that was one of the parts that he sees his father in him...

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

hi, just wanted to ask are there any other rdr2 + hyperfemreader writers on tumblr? i RLLY like ur work and i just wanted to ask u if u know anymore writers like this or if u have any recommendations for like this type of fanfics. plus if they haven’t mysteriously disappeared into thin air and last post was like 2024 that’d be great, and again ur work is rlly gud!!

if u don’t it’s totallyyyy fine i get it but if u do thanks 😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏

hi anon!! i hope this helps a lot even though i haven't been on this silly app for a loong while so im super sorry for the late reply...

@johnpriceslamb @feinv does hyperfem super duper well!!anna also wrote arthur so well too! this one is so yummy

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

hi scent connoisseur here

if ur page was a bath and body works scent it would be gingham gorgeous or warm vanilla sugar or like if it was a candle it would be cinnamon stick YES this is a compliment

urs truly mary slash reddeadrevolverr slash scent connoisseur ✌️✌️✌️✌️

mary slash reddeadrevolverr i lov u so bad thank u so so much <3 <3

[dauhtrofsevnthshe]

hi!! >_< i saw a lot of hyperfem reader fanfics and english not really my first language and i dont know many fanfic phrases and i want to ask what does it mean exactly? google didnt help a lot it didnt give a straight forward answer so i ask you because i saw some of your fanfic and other people have hyperfem reader and similar things so im confused because does it mean child like reader or sweet reader because i see it a lot! dont take this the wrong way i am just confused! sorry if i should ask another person but your work and a lot of people have a similar type of reader. and again this isnt supposed to be insulting but i just curious!

hi anon!! dont worry i completely understand.

okay hyperfem reader will be different to each writer and how reader imagine it! like for me, shes and adult who just loves femininity! I associate it with your typical pink outfits, dresses, frills, lace, etc etc! they're pretty, caring, kind,, just basically the living definition of a sweetheart!

i also have a habit to self indulge in my readers, too... so i like to imagine hyperfem reader being the sweetest, kindest wnd most understanding you've ever met <3