๊ฐ july or demi. she โ her. adult. nsfw blog. writing from fluff to taboo content. english is not my native language. enjoy your stay here and be nice ๊ฑ
๐ cw: modern setting, intimacy and very established relationship, arthur is nasty, food used wrong .แ
bundt cupcakes cooled inside their molds near the far edge of the flour dusted kitchen counter, right beside an open window. sheer, fluttering curtains bathed the room in a pale yellow glow, casting intricate, patterned shadows across the wooden floor. hours still remained before it was time to open the bakery, and various dessert preparations waited on the table, warm and sweet beneath mounds of fluffy cream.
on the stove, a pan spit and bubbled as sliced lemons simmered in caramel, the sugar turning sticky, glossy, and a faintly orange shade, though the fruit still required a final bake in the oven. sink choked with dirty bowls and whisks stacked on, awaiting their turn in the dishwasher, while every other surface lay covered in the small disasters, stray sugar, fine powders, and droplets of spilled milk.
โarthur, noโ he heard you chide just as he dipped his index finger into the honey jar, the viscous, amber sweetness clinging to calloused fingertip. he brought it to his rosy lips and sucked it clean, humming in quiet delight as the nectar coated his tongue and palate, while you glared, thoroughly displeased.
the crows feet at his eye corners crinkling into a laugh, sticky mouth curving into a heavy, lopsided grin. his aquamarine eyes shone with a more dazzling azure whenever the morning sun caught them, pupils shrinking to tiny poppy seeds in the light. he had been awake since dawn, stubbornly reluctant to sleep more despite every bone heavy with exhaustion.
his heavy eyelids drooped, tawny eyelashes fanning across mole dotted, pillow sleep reddened cheekbones. sun bronzed skin lay fully exposed to the morning glow, broad, stretched out shoulders weathered and burned. pajama flannel pants hanging low on broad hipbones that peeked out, revealing skin that's never been reached, far paler than that of his hair dappled chest.
โare ya bein' stingy with meh?โ that feignedly hurt lilt in his gravelly drawl forced your eyebrows to scrunch even closer, carving a sharp wrinkle between them as your hands curled into tight, bony fists at your sides. arthur thrived on your reactions, every defensive huff, glare, and the stubborn way you curled your arms right now, acting wounded by his petty teasing.
when he stepped closer, his hands outstretched toward your curvy waist, forearms corded with ropy muscle and bulging veins, you pressed backward, mumbling a useless protest under your nose. the grin on his handsome face only split wider, smile lines deepening as his large, warm palms settled flat against your stomach, pressing you flush to his brawny chest as his hands slid down your waist in a leisured, dragging caress.
โyou're actually impossibleโ you chided in a light whisper, wriggling fruitlessly within his iron grip while your hands remained busy holding the bowl, whisking the thick cream and folding the viscous honey into the white, creamy mass until it took on an ivory yellow shade. he simply watched, his stubbled chin hooked lazily over your bare shoulder.
nightie straps thin, and he rubbed his carob brown beard across your delicate skin deliberately, the grating friction bringing a tingle that sent unhidden shudder ripping down your spine. he proved your point further, pressing an open mouthed, burning kiss to your shoulder blade and then trailing higher, his full lips gracing the sensitive skin just beneath your warming ear.
a small sound escaped your throat, body curving instinctively despite the need to work, pert ass slotting against his groin, and his cock grew heavy instantly, with no undergarments to restrain, you could feel the massive, warm outline dig beneath your round cheek through his trousers thin flannel fabric.
his broad hands slid lower, calloused fingertips drumming against your thighs as his palms kneaded into supple skin, dimpling it in his grip, bunching your nightie hem higher, delicate cotton and lace giving way to his searching, marrow hungry touch.
โdon't blame a man fo' bein' en loveโ this one erupts through you, mouthed against sensitive earlobe, and there was no denying how treacherously your body responded to him, underwear sodden through, pulse dropping to your pussy. fingers loosening their grip around the whisk, leaving it forgotten in the bowl, head tilting slowly, tummy fluttering as if invaded by butterflies, feeling entirely too small for all the feelings to contain within.
arthur welcomes your face with a cream coated finger against your lips, smearing the sweet liquid along plump curve, and when your lower lip loosens slack in surprise, he chases the opening, leaning in to slot your mouths together, dipping inside to suck at sweet tongue. peering down at you from beneath the thick fringe of lashes, snagging on how your eyes grew caught in the haze, turning misty and hooded, breath a shallow hitch until it dissolved into a moan that sang his name.
it bothered him little that anyone might hear, even knowing that townspeople were already gathering in a row outside to visit your bakery, right beneath the open window. observant sun spilling across your skin, leaving him breathless far too soon as your fingers nestled deep into his fluffy hair, tangling in the wavy, sleep tousled strands to pull him closer still, mussing them further by knotting your digits against his scalp.
arthur stepped forward, pressing you back until your tailbone dug into the kitchen counters edge. with a waving movement to his hand, he pushed the bowl sliding across, and then hoisted your frame clean up, letting your weight settle against the cool surface. you watched as he dropped to his knees, abdomen folding as he bent one leg, littering hungry kisses across your legs.
damp lips gliding over goosebumped skin and knees bony curve, sharp canines peeking out to graze your shivering thigh with a teasing bite, right where his head lolled against you. his blue green irises were thinned to narrow rings around dilated, charcoal dark pupils, as he tracked how slick soaked through the thin cotton between your thighs. wet patch spreading through gusset that clung to puffy folds, squished together as your legs quivered, pulling taut.
โgonna postpone the opening, dollโ he grunts, a distorted rumble, as his crooked nose bumped against your inner thigh, dragging upward until he found your panties waistband. catching the lace between his teeth within seconds, he tugged it down in one unhurried motion, nightie hem hovering over to cover you from wandering breeze.
but he sees it all, the way shimmering strings connect your slit with the cotton, slick beading out your pussy and gushing onto the counter, hole giving a rippling clench that has you whimpering. there's no denying how hard he is in his own pajamas, cock swollen and resting heavy over hairy, muscled thigh.
the dark trail of hair mapping down from beneath his navel and following the pudgy fullness of his lower abdomen thickened into a coarse, heavy tuft at his groin. his trousers held up only by the wide spread of his thighs, cast down in a frantic rush, roughhewn thumb pressed against your fattened up clit.
cock lengthening rapidly, standing heavy with it's crown no longer rosy, but a deeper, more urgent color. beading with pearly droplets, precum sliding in thin tacky lines along veiny girth, nudging against fluttering hole, and your swollen lips move as you suck in a shallow breath.
arthur splits you open meticulously, legs spread, sweat building across sun caught skin, beneath your thighs and across his rippling spine, pleasure already strung through every nerve. broad hips rocking in to shove himself deeper, the thick already sucked in within tight walls that draw inwards, slick weeping around, easing the slide that makes you a little breathless, feeling every ridge and throb.
there's tacky honey smeared against your peaky nipples, over the nightie, sucked clean by his tongue that teases along their shape, cleaning the sweetness and rolling your nubs within his hot, wet mouth. that's too much, his titillating tongue, his thumb on your aching clit, his gorged cock twitching inside your silken walls, pussy pulling tight and needy.
pumping into your soppy heat, setting a shallow, sloppy rhythm, losing the control over his voice, noises close to come off as pained. the fat head nudging that bumpy, gummy spot inside you, so you keen out, around tongue fed into your mouth, twisting with your own, hips bucking.
gasping through heaving chest, release syrupy liquid within your every limb, getting closer, as you watch arthur's scarlet hued cheekbones, the swimming shimmer in his droopy eyes. your pussy drooling, clutching tighter and tighter until the wet squelch and gasping moans reach the street below, his cock pushing to the hilt, balls drawn up as he spills right against your cervix.
warm seed filling you up, splattered within pulsating walls while you cum, clutching on his bunched biceps, nails digging in skin already crisscrossed thin and raw red. his spine bowed, freckled shoulders curved over, hovering above your body, one hand at your spine, panting grunts rattling his chest as he kisses away your breathy whimpers.
โreckon aah should watch ya cook more oftenโ he purred somewhere against your chin, breath warm and humid, kiss bitten lips parted to press a heavy mark along your jawbone curve before his tongue lazily soothed the tingling bruises. arthur wore an utterly sated expression, rugged features completely softened, his limbs gone loose and his skin dewy with sweat.
a single bead hung precariously from his dense brow, and when you reached out to brush it away, the salt bit slightly at his skin, prompting him to rub his flushed face against your hand with a feline affection. you both would undoubtedly need a shower, and the hour had long since passed the usual time you fluttered about to open the bakery, but you hardly minded, consumed by the smoldering, buzzing aftermath.
cock softening gradually, pulling out your sore, still fluttering pussy, arthur's abdominal muscles coiling, a creamy ring around swollen tip. frothy mess oozing out your hole, gathering to drip down your wobbly thighs when he lowered you gently from the kitchen counter, large hands steady and grounding upon your hips, not without sneaking a pat to your ass.
as your feet found the floor and your body swayed helplessly into his embrace, he gathered you up once more. sliding one muscular arm beneath your knees, he hoisted your frame against his chest, carrying you effortlessly down the hallway toward the bathroom. missing how your soiled panties had vanished from their place on the floor, his pocket bulging suspiciously.
by the time you finished washing, the cupcakes and other dessert preparations had cooled to perfection. you gathered them carefully to be garnished with fresh cream, plump berries, and caramelized lemon slices, though a few pieces found their way into arthurโs awaiting mouth, his tongue licking your fingertips completely clean.
he helped you maneuver the heavy baking trays, holding them effortlessly in his large hands as he kicked open the back door and descended the stairs toward the bakery below. the glass showcases stood empty, but they would soon be filled to the brim with every variety of cake imaginable.
outside, the townspeople were slowly gathering, waiting for you to officially call the morning open, while arthur welcomed them through the glass with his charming, lopsided smile. he had tied some stray hair strands away from his face, and an old lady in the front of the queue was utterly unable to take her eyes off him, chuckling aloud about how lucky a woman you were.
you agreed with a tiny, knowing smile, carefully hiding a fluster at the deep ache lingering in your backside, the sharp imprint of his teeth still fresh against the pillow of your ass. his deep, raspy voice carrying across the shop as he began brewing the first pots of coffee, chest rumbling with a gravelly laugh whenever a customer shared a joke.
and you could feel that the place would soon be flooded with new reviews praising the handsome new bakery hand. only hoping none would mention how he occasionally allowed himself to steal a cheeky, proprietary swat at your ass whenever he thought no one was watching. flashing that devastating, crooked smile your way every single time he walked past you.
๐ cw: age gap but it's not specified, innocent reader with low honor arthur, mild corruption thoughts, he eats his own cum out your hole, breeding and very mild pregnancy .แ
the gang knew arthur was hiding something, something they had no right to see, touch, or sniff across the western plains. it wasn't a grand mansion ripe for a robbery or a score that would net them a pretty dollar. instead, it was a secret that kept him absent for long hours and busy days, forcing him to ride out at dawn before the fires were even stoked and return long after the kettles went cold.
by then, everyone was too occupied to interrogate, and the air in the camp no longer carried the warm scent of stew and beer. he would arrive humming softly under his breath, smelling like clean linen, homemade roast, and floral perfumes. the sinews of his shoulders no longer bunched in tension beneath pristine, clean blouse, but melted away.
he had a pretty thing out there who cared for him, it was impossible to miss. they could see it written all over his weathered face, in the defensive scowl he slipped the second anyone teased if heโd found himself a fancy lady.
the house lay tucked in a valley where flowers bloomed in full season and grass grew long and unconstrained, a sanctuary where no horses passed with thundering hooves that dragged rattling wagons, and no loud voices shattered the peace. travelers passed the other way, drawn toward a weathered wooden sign welcoming them to strawberry, a town nestled between towering pines and lush, emerald meadows.
yet it stood apart where timber walls looked in silence, adorned with lacy curtains and a fence rails mended by arthurโs own gritty hands, splashed with fresh white paint. kitchen hot with working stove, slow roasting the choice cuts of an elk heโd brought down on his ride back, wild sage and lavender bundled to hang from the rafters, the crisp scent filling every corner.
gathering into a heavy, fragrant trail that seeped through the propped open window panes and drifting out to timber line, teasing the hungry bellies of wolves and foxes that lurked behind. it was a place he could find blindly, as no matter how many hundreds of miles of trail lay between you, his horse would always find the way back.
he comes to the porch where you stood waiting, framed by the flower pots lining the wooden windowsill, the dress hemline caressed by the summer breeze in the very same way it stirred the petals. he dismounted his horse, offering an ever so gentle pat to its mane. his guns rattled softly within their leather holsters with the heavy, rolling sway to his broad hips, spurs catching slightly on the grass below.
you threw your arms around his strong neck the moment he came within reach, finding his sun bronzed skin still warm and rich with the scent of woodsmoke. chestnut brown beard prickling your plump lips as you pressed a kiss to his mole dotted cheek. that high pitched squeak escaping you when his large palms found their familiar place upon your tempting ass, fingers kneading into the pert globe with a tight, shameless grip.
he flashed a dopey, affectionate grin that depeened his crows feet when you chastised him with a flustered โarthur!โ yet made no attempt to escape his embrace, choosing instead to lean deeper into the solid weight of his brawny chest.
arthurโs cerulean eyes snagged to how your hips shimmied as you arranged the dinner, eyelids drooping hooded. his tongue slipped lazily across his upper teeth, catching for a brief moment against a sharp canine before he sucked it back in, gaze utterly devouring you. plated on painted porcelain beside his broad arm resting across the tablecloth was a rich spread, mashed potatoes and juicy meat that had soaked in fresh herbs and vegetables.
he rolled his tattered cuffs up past ropey forearms to burly biceps, allowing you to trace the sight of veiny, hair dappled skin before you moved to pour him a glass of lemonade, fussing over him to ensure he was well fed.
within moments, his ruddy cheeks were stuffed with your cooking, weathered fingers wound tightly around the fork as he mixed the food on his plate. tawny eyelashes fanning low over chiseled cheekbones when his eyes fluttered in pure delight, chewing mouth letting out nothing more than a muffled, appreciative hum that vibrated through his chest as contented rumble.
younger than him by an age that would raise far more than mere questions, one had to wonder, what business did a man like him have beside a doll like you? why a hardened outlaw was sharing a bed with a girl who looked like porcelain? he had seen blood, he had spilled blood, he was a man built from violence, his hands had broken jaws and triggered the guns that populated shallow graves.
you, on the other hand, were born to wear whispering silk and win over rooms with nothing but a glance. you were meant to never know the face that violence wears, huddled beneath his arm in bed, the eiderdown comforter slipping down your tangled, naked bodies, tracing a gentle fingertip across the bullet scar on his shoulder and whispering โwhy would they do that to you?โ
arthur would only close his eyes with shaking head, a lopsided, tired smile breaking his rugged features and curling at lips corner with a tut โbeh'cuz the worldโs full of bad men, sweetheartโ his scarred knuckles descending over your curved hipbone with a slow, stroking caress, chapped lips leaving a featherlight touch against your hairline.
there were no concealing the evidence of his devotion upon your skin, bruises that lingered from the ankle bone and moved an upward patch, mottled hickeys and teeth bites that were sharp enough to make you keen in the way that got him even more hard. they're at your breasts, around sore nipples that get peaky when the dress fabric catches on them, provoking a tiny hiss.
your supple inner thighs, tender skin rendered to aching at even littlest movement, at your plump butt, where he laved a teasing tongue before sinking his fangs in and gnaw. but those are places where only you and him can see, while some are also a warning to other people, graced upon your form.
delicate throat looking mauled but keeping people at distance from trying anything funny, from approaching what's arthur's when he's not close to guard it with ferocity.
even though you squirm in fluster when women and men alike raise their eyebrows at those, you always trace them with slow fingertips when getting ready for bed, sitting by the mirror and shuddering once remembering his every greedy rasp. heart racing with anticipation for his inevitable return, knowing you'll arch for more.
you loved him beyond measure, giving him free rein over your body and space. welcoming him just as he was, even when he arrived with heavy boots caked in thick dirt that ruined your welcome rug, or with fresh blood splattered across the already burgundy collar of his new blouse. carrying the raw, heavy scent of sweat and the unforgiving open road upon his skin, yet it brought you no disgust.
instead, you melted into his every touch, allowing his rough, calloused thumb to press firmly into the hinge of your jaw, tilting your head back to accept the sloppy kisses he teases against your mouth seam. gentle palms flattened to the hard, broad planes that are his back, rippling as you clung to him, mouth close to ruddy ear, moaning arthur's name in a way that made gooseflesh erupt all over his corded forearms.
spine curved into a deliberate, pretty arch, rocking back and impaling yourself further on his gorged cock, as he pulled back until nearly losing the gushing heat around him, then thrusting in again, hips slamming to jolt you, breasts bouncing with the movement.
cunt pulsing around stretching intrusion, swallowing him from root to swollen tip, spongy walls clenching hot and tight, mewling a cry when his hips grounded in deep, slow circles that had your pussy fluttering and tightening, slick sopping.
teeth closing around your skin, tongue running soothing line across the pinched edge as you choked, the tension gathering at the base of your spine and making it rigid, hips rolling in slow, grinding arcs that lose their rhythm to uncontrollable. you tighten your legs around his broad hips, fingers trembling across his scarred shoulderblades and nails digging into the sweat salted skin.
every sound that get's punched out your crumpling lungs by merciless pounds goes straight to his cock, throbbing within your clamping gummy walls. โgonna give ya a babe that looks lak ya, make ya pregnant, would have to stay thenโ arthur panted against your forehead, ample chest vibrating through with a husky growl, and you whined a fractured โyes, yes arthur, please!โ
whole body arching as he railed into your wet, eager heat, cunt snug and walls clamped with needy, wavering pulls that milked his girth and demanded it's release. roughened thumb chafing clumsy circles at your puffy clit, rolling and pinching the nub until you're creaming the flowery linens and coarse tuft at his groin.
he was right there, spilling hot ropes against the rounded lump of your cervix, seed spreading and dribbling in frothed mess between your quaking legs. his pudgy abdomen flexing, warm palms cupping your calves, holding them with immense care. and when you reached out to brush away a sweat drop that beads from his brow, he leaned into the touch, nuzzling your palm with a dazzling smile and a sweet, lingering kiss.
you wriggle when arthur tries to clean you up, face tucked to dewy cunt, licking a fat stripe from your cum daubed hole right to the ass, your fingers scrabbling against his scalp, twisted in umber brown tresses. trying to tug him away, eyes tear glazed with either fluster or utter mortification, cheeks burning hotter than they ever would from the sunburn.
yet he persisted, burly arms bracketing, tongue sweeping deep and tasting his own seed until a violent tremor seized your thighs, clamping together tightly as the sudden rush of your sweet release flooded his mouth with slick. he departed just as the sun dipped into its deep orange hue, casting a golden glow across the meadow and cooling the breeze that caressed your bare legs.
you stood at the threshold, draped only in his light brown tartan shirt, its hem hanging long enough to shadow your thighs, though the sight remained undeniably seductive. his goodbye kisses were agonizingly drawn out, lips lingering over every contour of your face, dragging past the slope of your nose to the curve of your jaw, breath faint with the honey tea you had brewed for him before his departure.
holding his worn hat firmly atop his head so it wouldn't be stolen by the wind, which seemed to howl a desperate plea for him to stay. hand drawing from your waist with heavy reluctance, finally falling limp to his side, fingertips twitching with the tales of your warmth, but he had to go.
it would not be for long, this time. when he returned, carrying a few groceries he knew you would need and a bouquet disheveled beneath his arm, you opened the door with a caution that had never been there before. lake filling the meadow with it's rush, your eyes fluttered round with pure joy as you chirped his name, a sound he had grown so deeply accustomed to.
standing with your palm carefully pressed, as if cupping something precious, right against the curve of your lower belly, which was far more rounded than before. it was not weight, nor was it the result of eating well, it was the life of a child, his child, growing right beneath your heart. you looked up at him with simmering nerves, lips bitten raw, tremors already wormed deep.
โain't 'unna leave ya now, honey, aah swearโ arthur rasped, a sudden lump in his throat scratching sharper than any serrated blade. abandoning everything he had brought, not caring where it lands, he pulled you close to cradle your dainty figure against his chest. broad, heavy palm pressed over yours, squeezing your hand against the small swell of the belly, making you feel safer than you ever had, your forever man.
๐ cw: kidnapping, wounds and blood, you're getting saved by a man not much better, mildly explicit .แ
the garage smelled exactly as it had for months, a heavy mix of rust and rot that bled into the sharp, metallic tang of blood, whether from your own wounds that had crusted over in recent days or from the dark puddles that had soaked into the cold floor. your only mirror was the water gathering in the corner from the dripping ceiling.
there were no windows, no sounds, leaving you entirely unable to see if the trees outside had begun to fade from their lush, vibrant green, if the snow had already gathered, or remained far behind the current season. you could only thumb at the lingering cuts on your exposed legs, watching the blood bead in the gloom and smear across your skin, eyes blinking sluggish, lagging behind.
door had opened with a grating, scraping noise. you heard the lock first, metal striking metal, and then the agonizing screech of hinges until it parted, letting a stark, white flashlight beam through the dusty dimness. your body had long since forgotten how to flinch, there was no terror left in you, no burning tears pooling at your lash line.
you merely scooted closer toward the deep recess of the corner, where the air was damp and reeked with mold. the man who stepped inside looked nothing like the one you remembered dragging you there and rarely visiting, this one was far more muscular. chest broad, heavy with bulging sinew, sleeves rolled high to accent bunched biceps and reveal corded forearms splattered with blood.
crimson that shimmered even as your eyes blurred from the agonizing brightness of the light, as simon descended the steps with a measured, thudding stride, letting out a low grunt. and though you did not flinch at the sound, he still chose to let out a low coo.
โeasy, no' going to hur' youโ such words meant little, especially when they were typically the prelude to a bruising strike, yet you remained perfectly still. his umber eyes scanning the room, meeting only empty floor and shadows wrapped around the corners. there was no one else, you sat untied, slumping even as he crept closer.
only now did you notice the weapon held tightly in his nerve tense, paling fingers, as he finally lowered the flashlight. the beam spilling upward, painting the peeling ceiling in blinding illumination. in that shifting light, you caught gold speckled in his eyes, lush eyelashes with their fairness appearing tawny at the roots, and smelled the sweat and spice that effortlessly overrode the rot of the room, clinging to his vest collar.
whatever psychological response you had left for pain and terror evaporated in an instant, strings cut off. tipping forward, melting completely to his broad chest as his gloved hands, impossibly gentle for such size, cradled you close.
he was warm, from the broad chest against which your head lolled to the large hands cradling your frail weight as he carried you out, stepping over the cluttered floor and the body sprawled there, dead and pooling a deep carmine. you did not look down, nor did you look at the rusty walls, your gaze fixed entirely on the trees awaiting beyond the open threshold, the yellowed green timber circling the cabin.
the sky was a bleak, overcast gray, sun completely choked out by a low fog, but the raw daylight still burned your hollowed out eyes. sensing your distress, his gloved hand rose, palm curving to hover over your eyes and shield them from the light, but you simply leaned into the gesture. nudging your nose into his palm until you were nuzzling rough glove fully, slotting your face against the unfamiliarly caring touch.
his fingers flexed once, calloused tips sweeping softly across your temple, before he chose to cup your jaw, cradling the bone with a profound tenderness as his thumb traced soothing circles against your grimy skin.
โwhere would i go?โ you croaked, voice rough from disuse, sounding as though you were chewing on a thread. the question hung between you, but he was too occupied to answer straight away as he carefully settled your weight onto the leather passenger seat. droopy eyes tracing his features, lingering from time to time on the balaclava stretched across his jaw, its skull print mimicking death itself.
his thick fingers clicked the seat belt securely across your body, loosening the strap a fraction afterward as if terrified it might bite into your skin. he reached into the back, grabbing an old jacket from the adjacent seat, one that had barely been washed in days, reeking with trail. yet it was heavy and warm, and you instinctively tucked your face into the lining the moment it settled over your slumping shoulders.
simon stared for a fraction of a second, tracking the raw damage, your legs and hands mapped with cuts and deep bruises, dressed in nothing more than a tattered rag. it was the same ruined shirt you had worn since your first day in captivity, no trousers, no sleeves, no modesty left to protect you. he had felt the cotton of your underwear against his calloused fingers only moments before, when he hauled your deadweight frame up to carry you out, and his touch had drifted.
โsomewhere safe, jus' woi' hereโ he husked out and you nodded obediently, snuggling deeper into the leather seat as he closed the door and stepped a few paces away from the truck. he lingered within your line of sight through the window, his roughened fingers adjusting the comms mic that hovered near his mouth.
the door clicked open minutes later, the sound sharp enough to pull you from a light, fragile sleep. your eyes fluttered open groggily, head shifting just enough to look at him as he started the engine with a quiet huff. simon met your gaze from across the cab, and the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes deepened, crinkling with what undoubtedly was a smile hidden beneath the fabric shrouding his face.
he reached out to touch you, heavy hand moving slowly until his gloved palm pressed gently against your hair in a fleeting caress. your eyelashes quivered, eyelids slipping shut once more as the overwhelming exhaustion reclaimed its grip.
the engineโs hum lulled you deeper into sleep, and you curled tightly on the leather seat, hands wrapped around knees and your head angled just so to avoid hitting the window glass. simon was supposed to drop you at the police station, tell them exactly where he had found you, and leave the rest of the work to them, that had been his initial orders.
instead, he turned the wheel and changed roads, navigating toward the temporary apartments where he had been staying, his gaze repeatedly snapping back to your slumbering form. your features had softened in sleep, lips slightly parted and innocently pouty against the backdrop of your bruised, exposed skin.
with your body angled toward his seat, his eyes tracked the your thighs bare length and the worn panties, outlining your cunt puffy folds. he turned back to the road with a heavy, forced swallow, jaw leaping as his hand drifted down to palm his groin, cock already hardening beneath grimy cargos.
jaime rushed through the long corridor, tracking the frantic clatter of heels echo past pale red stone walls and flitting servants. his long coat hem flapped with a rapid, snapping cadence that matched the heavy thud his boots doubled, sword swaying sharply at his hip as he rounded the corner.
ungloved palm scraping against the rough stone surface, fair skin turning a sensitive pink, yet the sting didn't bother him in the slightest. breath escaping his open mouth in a hurried pant as a stray sunbeam caught the fabric of your dress skirt just as you swayed around another turn into a connecting corridor. still, he pressed on, refusing to lose his trail, almost elbowing a vase.
โlord's โ jus' slow down and listen to meโ he rasped, and you deliberately quickened your pace, but the effort was entirely futile against a man trained from his youth to wield a blade and lead men into battle. his strong hands clamped around your waist just as you attempted to break away, spinning your body around so suddenly that your feet slipped. mouth falling open in a gasp before your features twisted into a defiant scowl.
his annoyingly handsome face was right there in your space, lean chest heaving from the chase. cheekbones flushed a deep, ruddy red, and his thumbs dug firmly into your ribs. you writhed deliberately, trying to drive your heel into his boot while swinging your hand up to strike, only for your wrist to be caught instantly in the unyielding grip of his sword calloused palm.
โyou said enough, jaimeโ you snapped, all hiss and bared teeth. his head tilted in response, palm catching your second wrist the moment you attempted another swing. with both your hands hoisted high and held fast in just one grip, he was free to lay his other hand against your hip. cupping the curve through the layers of your gown, pressing his body so close that you were driven back, cornered flat against the stone wall.
your spine straightened, and you shot him a fierce, venomous glare from beneath quivering eyelashes. a slow grin curled the very corner of his thin lips, stretching wide enough to expose a flash of a sharp canine. angular jaw shifting and cheekbones sharpening as his emerald eyes smoldered with a wicked amusement, drawing his brows into a lazy arch.
the hand on your hip sliding higher, sweeping across the waist and toward expanding chest before disappearing behind your back to find the delicate notch of your spine, digging in just enough to send a shudder through your entire figure.
โbu' i am apologizing, am i not?โ you heard his purring voice, a deep cadence that felt entirely infuriating. yet his face had already dipped to your collarbones, gaze locked onto the angry rise and fall of your plump breasts within the tight corset at your every breath. bristled jaw scruffing across your tender, oil scented skin, looming frame shielding you completely from any passing eyes.
his lips trailed a path upward, pressing lingering kisses towards your bobbing throat, breath searingly warm and carrying the faint, sweet tang of honey. you were still furious, very much so, your fingers straining against his grip to dig your nails into his hand, yet a sweet, melodic whimper escaped your lips the moment his teeth nibbled playfully at your shoulder. his hips shoved firmly against your thigh, leaving no doubt of the hard, tightening swell against his trousers seam.
โi'll bite your nose offโ you mumbled, the breath leaving your lungs far too soon as his tongue soothed the bitten flesh at your shoulder. you writhed against him, hips twisting helplessly as sudden warmth flooded your undergarments, cunt dripping slick from undeniable arousal. jaime only laughed, a low, resonant rumble that sent a tremor straight to your belly, knotting in like threads, and pressed on, forcing his knee between your thighs until your legs surrendered to accommodate his weight.
you ground down against the firm muscle roped beneath his trousers, whimpering from the sharp friction against your pulsing clit. feeling his toothy smile against your skin before you tilted your head back, meeting his heavy, almost glazed gaze. blonde brown strands falling into viridian eyes, but there was no masking the way his pupils had dilated like lion's. hips rolling in sloppy rhythm, humping against your leg like some common dog.
the moment he released one of your hands, sore from his grip, your fingers immediately sought his nape, weaving into the thick strands of hair and tugging hard just to hear him groan.
โi'll moan, thenโ and he does, the low sound vibrating against your skin right as he nuzzles into your cleavage valley. releasing your other hand only to reach down and claim your ass, palming at the swell, hoisting you upward against him. you no longer cared, utterly forgetting what had even made you angry, or how you might look into the shocked eyes of a handmaiden who could stumble upon you two at any moment.
he dropped heavily to his knees with a hasty, loud thud, sword sheath scraping the stone floor, leather boots creaking under the strain.
his golden hair, messy and gleaming where the spilling sun caught it, vanished beneath the folds of your skirts as he wasted no time bunching the fabric out of his way. calloused palms wrapped around your thighs, fingertips sinking deep into your skin, completely obsessed with the plush warmth of your body against his weathered, scarred hands.
you muffle your moans behind a palm as he feasts upon your weeping cunt, crooked nose digging just below the puffy nub, tongue trapped between contracting, spongy walls, slurping at your spilling slick with guttive groans.
barely allowing him to help you adjust your undergarments and smooth the creases at your gown before eagerly tugging at his hand. with your fingers tightly entwined, you urged him down the corridor toward your chambers privacy. wet shimmer lingering upon jaimeโs chin as he slowly licked the trace of your taste from his lips, a taste you would share with him, hours later, while straddling his cock in the bed's gloom.
๐ cw: age gap but it's not specified, innocent reader with low honor arthur, mild corruption thoughts, he eats his own cum out your hole, breeding and very mild pregnancy .แ
the gang knew arthur was hiding something, something they had no right to see, touch, or sniff across the western plains. it wasn't a grand mansion ripe for a robbery or a score that would net them a pretty dollar. instead, it was a secret that kept him absent for long hours and busy days, forcing him to ride out at dawn before the fires were even stoked and return long after the kettles went cold.
by then, everyone was too occupied to interrogate, and the air in the camp no longer carried the warm scent of stew and beer. he would arrive humming softly under his breath, smelling like clean linen, homemade roast, and floral perfumes. the sinews of his shoulders no longer bunched in tension beneath pristine, clean blouse, but melted away.
he had a pretty thing out there who cared for him, it was impossible to miss. they could see it written all over his weathered face, in the defensive scowl he slipped the second anyone teased if heโd found himself a fancy lady.
the house lay tucked in a valley where flowers bloomed in full season and grass grew long and unconstrained, a sanctuary where no horses passed with thundering hooves that dragged rattling wagons, and no loud voices shattered the peace. travelers passed the other way, drawn toward a weathered wooden sign welcoming them to strawberry, a town nestled between towering pines and lush, emerald meadows.
yet it stood apart where timber walls looked in silence, adorned with lacy curtains and a fence rails mended by arthurโs own gritty hands, splashed with fresh white paint. kitchen hot with working stove, slow roasting the choice cuts of an elk heโd brought down on his ride back, wild sage and lavender bundled to hang from the rafters, the crisp scent filling every corner.
gathering into a heavy, fragrant trail that seeped through the propped open window panes and drifting out to timber line, teasing the hungry bellies of wolves and foxes that lurked behind. it was a place he could find blindly, as no matter how many hundreds of miles of trail lay between you, his horse would always find the way back.
he comes to the porch where you stood waiting, framed by the flower pots lining the wooden windowsill, the dress hemline caressed by the summer breeze in the very same way it stirred the petals. he dismounted his horse, offering an ever so gentle pat to its mane. his guns rattled softly within their leather holsters with the heavy, rolling sway to his broad hips, spurs catching slightly on the grass below.
you threw your arms around his strong neck the moment he came within reach, finding his sun bronzed skin still warm and rich with the scent of woodsmoke. chestnut brown beard prickling your plump lips as you pressed a kiss to his mole dotted cheek. that high pitched squeak escaping you when his large palms found their familiar place upon your tempting ass, fingers kneading into the pert globe with a tight, shameless grip.
he flashed a dopey, affectionate grin that depeened his crows feet when you chastised him with a flustered โarthur!โ yet made no attempt to escape his embrace, choosing instead to lean deeper into the solid weight of his brawny chest.
arthurโs cerulean eyes snagged to how your hips shimmied as you arranged the dinner, eyelids drooping hooded. his tongue slipped lazily across his upper teeth, catching for a brief moment against a sharp canine before he sucked it back in, gaze utterly devouring you. plated on painted porcelain beside his broad arm resting across the tablecloth was a rich spread, mashed potatoes and juicy meat that had soaked in fresh herbs and vegetables.
he rolled his tattered cuffs up past ropey forearms to burly biceps, allowing you to trace the sight of veiny, hair dappled skin before you moved to pour him a glass of lemonade, fussing over him to ensure he was well fed.
within moments, his ruddy cheeks were stuffed with your cooking, weathered fingers wound tightly around the fork as he mixed the food on his plate. tawny eyelashes fanning low over chiseled cheekbones when his eyes fluttered in pure delight, chewing mouth letting out nothing more than a muffled, appreciative hum that vibrated through his chest as contented rumble.
younger than him by an age that would raise far more than mere questions, one had to wonder, what business did a man like him have beside a doll like you? why a hardened outlaw was sharing a bed with a girl who looked like porcelain? he had seen blood, he had spilled blood, he was a man built from violence, his hands had broken jaws and triggered the guns that populated shallow graves.
you, on the other hand, were born to wear whispering silk and win over rooms with nothing but a glance. you were meant to never know the face that violence wears, huddled beneath his arm in bed, the eiderdown comforter slipping down your tangled, naked bodies, tracing a gentle fingertip across the bullet scar on his shoulder and whispering โwhy would they do that to you?โ
arthur would only close his eyes with shaking head, a lopsided, tired smile breaking his rugged features and curling at lips corner with a tut โbeh'cuz the worldโs full of bad men, sweetheartโ his scarred knuckles descending over your curved hipbone with a slow, stroking caress, chapped lips leaving a featherlight touch against your hairline.
there were no concealing the evidence of his devotion upon your skin, bruises that lingered from the ankle bone and moved an upward patch, mottled hickeys and teeth bites that were sharp enough to make you keen in the way that got him even more hard. they're at your breasts, around sore nipples that get peaky when the dress fabric catches on them, provoking a tiny hiss.
your supple inner thighs, tender skin rendered to aching at even littlest movement, at your plump butt, where he laved a teasing tongue before sinking his fangs in and gnaw. but those are places where only you and him can see, while some are also a warning to other people, graced upon your form.
delicate throat looking mauled but keeping people at distance from trying anything funny, from approaching what's arthur's when he's not close to guard it with ferocity.
even though you squirm in fluster when women and men alike raise their eyebrows at those, you always trace them with slow fingertips when getting ready for bed, sitting by the mirror and shuddering once remembering his every greedy rasp. heart racing with anticipation for his inevitable return, knowing you'll arch for more.
you loved him beyond measure, giving him free rein over your body and space. welcoming him just as he was, even when he arrived with heavy boots caked in thick dirt that ruined your welcome rug, or with fresh blood splattered across the already burgundy collar of his new blouse. carrying the raw, heavy scent of sweat and the unforgiving open road upon his skin, yet it brought you no disgust.
instead, you melted into his every touch, allowing his rough, calloused thumb to press firmly into the hinge of your jaw, tilting your head back to accept the sloppy kisses he teases against your mouth seam. gentle palms flattened to the hard, broad planes that are his back, rippling as you clung to him, mouth close to ruddy ear, moaning arthur's name in a way that made gooseflesh erupt all over his corded forearms.
spine curved into a deliberate, pretty arch, rocking back and impaling yourself further on his gorged cock, as he pulled back until nearly losing the gushing heat around him, then thrusting in again, hips slamming to jolt you, breasts bouncing with the movement.
cunt pulsing around stretching intrusion, swallowing him from root to swollen tip, spongy walls clenching hot and tight, mewling a cry when his hips grounded in deep, slow circles that had your pussy fluttering and tightening, slick sopping.
teeth closing around your skin, tongue running soothing line across the pinched edge as you choked, the tension gathering at the base of your spine and making it rigid, hips rolling in slow, grinding arcs that lose their rhythm to uncontrollable. you tighten your legs around his broad hips, fingers trembling across his scarred shoulderblades and nails digging into the sweat salted skin.
every sound that get's punched out your crumpling lungs by merciless pounds goes straight to his cock, throbbing within your clamping gummy walls. โgonna give ya a babe that looks lak ya, make ya pregnant, would have to stay thenโ arthur panted against your forehead, ample chest vibrating through with a husky growl, and you whined a fractured โyes, yes arthur, please!โ
whole body arching as he railed into your wet, eager heat, cunt snug and walls clamped with needy, wavering pulls that milked his girth and demanded it's release. roughened thumb chafing clumsy circles at your puffy clit, rolling and pinching the nub until you're creaming the flowery linens and coarse tuft at his groin.
he was right there, spilling hot ropes against the rounded lump of your cervix, seed spreading and dribbling in frothed mess between your quaking legs. his pudgy abdomen flexing, warm palms cupping your calves, holding them with immense care. and when you reached out to brush away a sweat drop that beads from his brow, he leaned into the touch, nuzzling your palm with a dazzling smile and a sweet, lingering kiss.
you wriggle when arthur tries to clean you up, face tucked to dewy cunt, licking a fat stripe from your cum daubed hole right to the ass, your fingers scrabbling against his scalp, twisted in umber brown tresses. trying to tug him away, eyes tear glazed with either fluster or utter mortification, cheeks burning hotter than they ever would from the sunburn.
yet he persisted, burly arms bracketing, tongue sweeping deep and tasting his own seed until a violent tremor seized your thighs, clamping together tightly as the sudden rush of your sweet release flooded his mouth with slick. he departed just as the sun dipped into its deep orange hue, casting a golden glow across the meadow and cooling the breeze that caressed your bare legs.
you stood at the threshold, draped only in his light brown tartan shirt, its hem hanging long enough to shadow your thighs, though the sight remained undeniably seductive. his goodbye kisses were agonizingly drawn out, lips lingering over every contour of your face, dragging past the slope of your nose to the curve of your jaw, his breath faint with the honey tea you had brewed for him before his departure.
holding his worn hat firmly atop his head so it wouldn't be stolen by the wind, which seemed to howl a desperate plea for him to stay. hand drawing from your waist with heavy reluctance, finally falling limp to his side, fingertips twitching with the tales of your warmth, but he had to go.
it would not be for long, this time. when he returned, carrying a few groceries he knew you would need and a bouquet disheveled beneath his arm, you opened the door with a caution that had never been there before. lake filling the meadow with it's rush, your eyes fluttered round with pure joy as you chirped his name, a sound he had grown so deeply accustomed to.
standing with your palm carefully pressed, as if cupping something precious, right against the curve of your lower belly, which was far more rounded than before. it was not weight, nor was it the result of eating well, it was the life of a child, his child, growing right beneath your heart. you looked up at him with simmering nerves, lips bitten raw, tremors already wormed deep.
โain't 'unna leave ya now, honey, aah swearโ arthur rasped, a sudden lump in his throat scratching sharper than any serrated blade. abandoning everything he had brought, not caring where it lands, he pulled you close to cradle your dainty figure against his chest. broad, heavy palm pressed over yours, squeezing your hand against the small swell of the belly, making you feel safer than you ever had, your forever man.
i could be having the worst day ever, but the moment you post anything arthur im immediately jolly. love love love your arthur fics (all your work actually)
anon i hope no worse days would befall you from now on because i will fight for it with the universe cause you just made me the happiest alive.. i'll forever come back to this ask ๐ซถ๐ป
thank you for sending such heartwarming words and loving my writing, i am so so grateful! โน๐น going to write another arthur fic immediately!
Jamie lannister on side blog is so real. Would you consider writing something about him?
i would die for him dramatically this man is so.. whew.. (both as a character in the books and in the show, i can't portray him with another face cause nicolaj was suuuchhh a great match)
won't lie i did consider if i should give to the temptation and try to write for him soo.. i very much might anon, definitely gonna think what can i come with! โน๐น
the car died halfway through, shuddering to a halt at the roadside and refusing to roar back to life no matter how many times you frantically twisted the key in the ignition. outside, the not so darling landscape was trapped in a dead silence, no cars passed, and the vast, empty fields were covered only by sparse, yellowed grass under an impossibly stifling heat.
you struck the steering wheel, letting out a loud, frustrated groan as your head rolled back against the seat, forcing you to contemplate your bleak options now that your earlier plans were utterly ruined. turning to the side, you flung the door open and stepped out into the sweltering air, shielding your eyes as the blistering sun immediately scorched the earth beneath your feet, radiating upwards.
just past the roadside fence stood an abandoned garage, a desolate structure that looked like the perfect lair for a serial killer to keep his prey. a shabby, decades old sign bearing a faded dragon hung precariously over the entrance. propping open the hood, you quickly realized you had absolutely no idea what you were looking at, nothing steamed, leaked, or made any strange noises, it was as if the vehicle had died out of sheer malice just to taunt you.
you bent over the engine bay, spine curved in an arch and hands braced firmly down, taking a deep, stabilizing breath in a desperate bid to keep from losing your temper completely. but the quiet shattered, breaking your forced meditation. a stranger's voice cut through the heat, heavy with an amusement that was mirrored in the broad, toothy grin stretching across his angular face.
โcan i help you, princess?โ he downright purred, and your eyes rolled so high that, luckily, the world vanished for a fleeting moment. you eyed him, maintaining a deliberate silence just to watch him squirm, though it was a daunting task to compete with the sheer narcissism you could practically smell on him. he was a guy of lean muscle and silver bleached hair, cropped short enough for him to casually run a hand through.
his cerulean blue eyes were far more striking than the clear sky above, effortlessly demanding that he remain the center of attention. he wore a shirt that seemed cropped and loose fitting jeans with knees worn to a faded white, his skin giving off a warm, spicy note of sweat. long arms were smeared with a tracing of grease that contrasted sharply with his ivory pallor, though the sight offered a silent understanding of exactly where he had come from.
โif it wouldn't cost me a kidney, sureโ you hummed, taking a cautious step back. a low chuckle escaped him as he stepped into your space, his smile dazzling under the hot sun. from behind the roadside fence, his lower half had been obscured, but now you noticed the tool belt resting heavily on those narrow hips, various wrenches clattering softly with his movements. a mechanic, then.
he made no effort to hide the way his gaze dragged down your legs, mapping their contour and the exposed skin before rising to where your denim shorts began. then, he winked. you watched the slow flutter of his long eyelashes and the slight furrow of his brown brows in mild concentration, his plump lower lip caught between straight teeth as the sinew in his straining biceps rippled.
he knew full well that you were watching, and he played along flawlessly. voice emerging a bit gravelly, dropping into a deliberate flirt โi'll give you a good discount, beautifulโ
the car obeyed his lithe fingers, and after less than an hour, he finally pulled away, wiping his hands on the grease stained cloth dangling from his belt. then he motioned for you to see his handiwork. turning the key still resting in the ignition, you listened as the engine purred to life, loud, steady, and healthier than it had sounded in ages.
cat that ate a canary looking grin on his face said it all, his defined jawline tightened, legs spread wide in the seat, and his eyes narrowed in a way that screamed how desperately he wanted to be praised. you did not hesitate as you leaned into his space, movement anchoring his gaze to the swell of your cleavage, pupils blowing wide.
by the time you murmured your innocent question โso, what should i call my hero?โ his throat bobbed with a dry swallow, a flash of fangs gleaming as his voice dropped into a raspy low โuh, aerion. .โ and you could swear his earlobes burned a deep, ruddy red.
it was remarkably easy to fluster him, and the blush had deepened to crimson as he railed you into the backseat. your ass curved high, meeting every relentless forward snap and bouncing off his pelvic bone. he's white even down there, which is arousing, your slick leaving a shimmering sheen over coarse hairs. aerion's hips clawed raw with nail thin lines.
car's warmth suffocating, your tits squished down and cunt stuffed full, as his long cock plowed in and out your clenching, drenched hole, ass bruising at the force. you whined and moaned, tightening just to hear him groan, cursing โgods โ so tight, perfect pussyโ and helping your hips roll, grabby fingers sunk into their curve. kneading the flesh and relishing in how your gummy walls fluttered in repsonse to quickening pace, turning sloppy and rutting.
breaching you on further, swollen tip hitting that sensitive spot deep, one hand sneaking between your shaking legs to thumb at the pulsing, puffy nub until you hiccup. you blabber his name all the while, and aerion enjoys it even more than the gushing confines of your pussy. cock throbbing the louder you moan for him, sweat running down his rippling abdomen.
aerion had left his number as a fresh contact in your phone while you cleaned him, nostrils flaring and breath hitching as your throat worked around his cock. licking away every drop of cum that had scattered down his girth in pearly beads when he pulled out to spill on your lower back.
cheeks hollowed, your tongue tracked the bulging veins and weeping slit, teasing a low, sharp hiss from his lips as his hips bucked instinctively against your mouth. you paid no mind to the fierce bruises he had painted across your shoulder blades, his thumb stroking them idly as he leaned down to nuzzle for a kiss. rough palm framing your jaw to force your mouth wide as his tongue tangled around yours like a serpent.
he was a weird one, unpredictable, yet your mind swam with a pleasant lightheadedness. dabbing you clean between your thighs with his own sweaty shirt before tucking it into the belt, helping you pull your denim shorts back on. calloused hand lingering to palm one asscheek before he pressed a featherlight kiss to your forehead, whispering โyou still owe meโ
๐ cw: pregnancy, children, minor anxiety and birth mentions, breeding and baby fever .แ
there's wood carved dolls gathered in a neat row upon the hallway table, standing atop a delicate lace napkin, shaped as various wild animals your daughter so enjoyed playing with, shaking them eagerly in her tiny fist or attempting to gnaw and slobber all over the polished timber
these toys were the proud result of arthurโs labor, a task during which he had sliced his calloused, already scarred fingertips more than once, collecting numerous splinters that you were forced to pull out. frowning at his carelessness but smiling all the while, after all, how could you possibly fault him for wanting to craft something so beautiful for the baby?
you were brushing away the dust when the front door swung open, heavy boots thudding against the wooden floorboards, arthur stood there. the brown hair at his temples slick with sweat from the sweltering summer heat, collar of white and blue blouse hanging askew at his collarbones, fine hairs dusting sun tanned skin along scars and freckles.
your handsome man, holding a bag packed tight with baby clothes, the very items you had explicitly told him to stop buying since the trunk was already overflowing. the baby was only a few months old, yet here he was again, flinching playfully the moment your voice boomed across the hallway, his aquamarine eyes widening in guilt, plump lips stretched into a crooked, sheepish grin.
โmister morgan! what did i say about stop wasting money?โ you pitched out, abandoning the dust cloth on the table as you braced both hands on your hips. the curves remaining striking even beneath the fabric of your dress, pregnancy was not that long ago, leaving behind a soft fullness he couldn't tear his eyes away from, not even if he were facing a scaffold.
setting the bag against the wall, arthur began to step toward you with an agonizing slowness, a predator by nature, gait loose and hips swaying as his hands outstretched. wrapping those corded, muscular forearms securely around your waist, large palms flattened against your plush ass without a shred of modesty.
face breaking into a wide, cat like grin, leaning in to press a slow peck to your scowling lips and let out a low, content purr, his dense eyebrows arching in amusement.
โguilty, darlin, aah'm so guilty.. just couldn't hold back, but she would need 'em anyways, ain't she?โ he whispered against your earlobe, pressing a wet kiss against warm skin there. you leaned into his frame, rolling your eyes even as you nodded in agreement, because yes, she would, even if you already possessed enough garments to clothe the entire neighborhood.
arthur smelled of pine wood, heat, and honest sweat, with an underlying trace of something spicy. his beard feelt coarse and rough as you nuzzled the old scar on his chin, swatting playfully at his side the moment you felt his broad palms knead into your ass. a raspy laugh escaping him, brawny chest rumbling pleasantly against your own bosom.
as without another word, he began to guide you backward, away from the mundane chores and toward the sofa standing in the center of the living room. and you knew, by the sharp gleam in his squinting eyes, that you wouldn't be getting any work done anytime soon.
ever since the day you told him of the pregnancy, your palm cupped protectively around your womb, mind resolute that this child would see the world's light and hear the birds' song, arthur had been anxious. possessed by restless need to dote on you, he rarely left your side, pressing his chapped lips against your belly to whisper sweet nothings while you napped.
as you lay with heavy lids, fingers carding idly through the hair at his nape, knowing with absolute certainty that he was a man who would keep you and your child safe. and so it was, there were no more robberies, no more dangerous schemes from which one might not escape alive.
there was only honest, grueling work that he was healthy enough to endure. he delivered packages, unloaded crates of fresh produce at the general store, and helped repair everything around town from broken pens to heavy wagons, fetching whatever was ordered or crafting it with his own two hands.
refusing to let his child grow up without a proper, present father, a stark contrast to his own young years. the memory which haunted him still, as he stood watching your daughter sleep peacefully in the crib he had built for her from scratch, scars silvering on his palms.
arthur had been arguing with you for the simple reason that you worked far too much around the house, cleaning, cooking, and even trying to tend to the garden beneath the blistering sun while your body was still so weakened. his lips pressed into a thin line, arms crossed over his chest, sinews bulging as he watched you work.
he never told you that he still remembered the terrifying way you had screamed during labor, or how your skin had gone cold and clammy. yet, every single time, he would reach out to pull you tight against his side and plead โdarlin', jus'... lemme do it instead, alright?โ until you would eventually sigh and nod.
tugging him down into a kiss with your fingers twisted firmly into his belt loops, waiting for his stubbornness to melt until his shoulders sagged and his broad back bent to your will. you showered every mole on his chiseled face with kisses, giggling aloud when he scooped you up.
utterly unbothered by the rich soil from your hands and skirt that stained his own clothes. the quiet bubble shattered when your daughter began to babble demandingly from the open window of her room. not letting you turn around without another shared kiss, his mouth far more demanding this time, bruising and deep. leaving your lips swollen and heat pooling lower than your belly.
he held her close to his chest, having changed into a fresh brown shirt that smelled like clean laundry rather than the grime of hard labor, her wispy hair was the same rich brown as his own, sweet with the scent of milk. eyes wide and a pale, powder blue, yet to deepen with age, though she was bound to grow into a startlingly beautiful girl if she inherited arthurโs exact coloration.
she murmured softly in her sleep, clenching tiny fists, and he smiled down at her with a serenity you had never before seen upon his face. every harsh line of his features had softened, the very hands that could master not only a man but a bear now cradled her body as though she were the finest porcelain.
so impossibly small in comparison to her father as he lulled her back to sleep with gentle swaying and low, gravelly croons. arthur always insisted on putting her to bed, not merely to grant you a momentโs rest, but because he simply could not get enough of holding her.
whispering to her, counting down the days and months until she reached her first year. she was his little sugar, and watching them from the armchair in the corner, your gaze made him flush a deep crimson, climbing hurriedly from chest to hairline, still too proud to admit how tender parenthood had made him.
there were always flowers upon the dining table, their stems stretching tall from a glass vase while a few loose, purple petals drifted down to catch upon the wooden floor. arthur brought a fresh bouquet every couple of days, and there had never been a day where he failed to do so, purring flirtatious โpretty flowers fo' pretty missyโ
the flower selling ladies in town recognized his face without looking twice, eagerly telling him about the newly gathered blossoms they knew his wife would adore. surely you did, bending to inhale their fragrance as you set the dinner on the table, tilting your head just so as arthur approached to place the salad down.
one large hand wrapped around your waist, giving a tender squeeze before he pressed a smiling kiss to your temple. you swayed back into his solid embrace, never doubting that he would ever let you fall. and once dinner was finished and the baby was tucked safely into her crib, he refused to let you touch the dirty dishes.
whisking you away toward the bedroom instead, his teeth nibbling at your shoulder blade playfully along the way, palms cupping the warm weight of your breasts, fingertips grazing the underside curve, and you sagged into the feeling.
arthur is a devoted man, carrying your sighs and the very taste upon his own lips as he traced a path from your toes up to your pleading mouth. pressing countless heavy kisses along your skin, marks destined to fade into long lasting bruises and teeth indents, leaving your flesh tingling and sensitive as you squirmed beneath him.
you shook when his rough beard chafed the inside of your thighs, legs parted and draped over his flexing shoulders. calloused fingertips sinking deep into your malleable flesh, thumbing up and down in agonizingly slow, small circles while his crooked nose dragged down your wet, puffy folds.
sucking down at your clit with a lewd pop, rolling the swollen nub against his curling tongue until you drenched his jaw, the moisture gleaming brilliantly under the lamp's amber glow. your fingers weaving frantically through his hair, clutching and mussing the strands, a few tresses falling across his intensely furrowed forehead.
eyes hidden beneath the fan of long eyelashes, but his pupils were saucer wide, brimming with adoration and filth he chooses not to say aloud. whispering them against the soft skin of your belly, lips ghosting reverently, tracing every silver line of the stretch marks that had not yet faded, teeth plowing across sensitive places.
โwanna have more with ya.. fill the house with babies, would build another one if needed..โ he pleads, swears on a rumbly moan, kissing each your knuckle while his throbbing cock stuffs inside you, soaking in rivulets of your flowing slick, dragging through gummy walls with ease.
reaching so deeply everytime, fluttering pussy slicking further, dripping everywhere, hole clenching in pulsing waves. voice breaking into a barely stifled moan, quickly tamed into barely a garbled hum against arthur's kiss swollen lips. eyes glazed wet, shimmering with clear tears gathered at the corners, as you look into his irises.
blue and green turned turbulent, his broad hips snapping forward, angled to elicit more erotic sounds, see how your eyes roll and fingers clench into his scarred biceps. thumbing peaky nipple until it dribbles milk, running down the digit that he suckles into his mouth, humming with a canine grin.
skin slapping with squelch, your fingernails digging deep, leaving thin scarlet lines across the broad expanse of his pecs, where a solid layer of fat covered dense muscles beneath. arthur's hairy abdomen flexing, every slow, plunging thrust making your legs tremble, roughhewn thumbs digging into your hipbones.
bed frame groaning and creaking, and you only hoped the baby would not wake, as he rearranged your pussy anew, thrusts faltering to sloppy and uncoordinated humping, scalding pressure scrabbling it's claws in your belly, and you begged, voice cracking โyes โ please. . fill me up, arthurโ
it takes one bottoming out thrust, your pussy clamped down vice tight around his jerking, gorged girth. tip spilling jets of cum after hitting your sweet spot, cumming alongside him, spine arched sharp as slick mixed with other fluids, frothing out in clear milky globs.
his heart rate kicked up, thumping against your chest. calloused palms cupping your warm cheekbones as you melted back into the sheets, surrendering to the slow path of his lips as they traveled across your face. your arms looping around his neck, fingers gliding over the bumpy geometry of his old scars.
urging him even closer until you were clinging to him with every ounce of your strength, a raspy laugh escaping him, large hands snaking beneath your damp back, cradling your frame to hold you tight against his heaving chest.
๐ cw: reader is a menace, exhibitionism, cum licking .แ
your nails caught on pantyhose, as you tugged the fabric carefully through the narrow gap between your skin and the ankle monitor. the nylon was already over your toes, you just needed to guide it past the plastic casing, straining against the restraint and pulling as gently as possible to avoid a tear.
a quiet huff escaped your lips, legs shifting wide enough to grant simon a glimpse beneath the hem of your skirt. umber irises anchored instantly to the clothed cunt between your thighs, the corner of his scarred lip twitching upward.
โshauld yau even bother wearing them?โ his voice rumbled, deep and heavy through the quiet bedroom โi lik' yau better withaut'โ he shifted his stance against the doorway, the corded muscles of his forearms flexing where his arms remained crossed over his broad chest.
you shot him a sharp glare, which only served to provoke a wider, more mischievous grin across his handsome face, hands unfolding to show his broad palms in a placating gesture.
โit's your fault i got this in the first place, simonโ you hissed, yet, it wasn't, not entirely. a week ago at the club, a man drunk out his mind had stumbled into simon, trying to provoke a fight aggressively, but before the stranger could even register what was happening, be scared off, your nails had torn his face apart.
simon hadnโt even attempted to pull you away, he had simply stood back and observed, calmly sipping his bourbon. eyes crinkled with amusement, the strobe lights catching the golden sheen of his blonde eyelashes. you had ended up at the police station with absolutely nothing to say in your own defense, leg thrust forward as they strapped the heavy monitor around your ankle.
you remembered glaring daggers at the bastard you had clawed. by then, he had sobered up, staring at you from his peripheral vision with genuine, unadulterated fear. it wasn't your first offense, regardless. as you sat sulking in your chair with a deeply furrowed brow and a grimacing face, watching simon negotiate with the officer quietly.
โdon't pout', pet', ain't worth itโ he purred, watching as you finally managed to get the pantyhose on, rolling your skirt up to tug them all the way to your hips, his dark gaze tracing every inch of your legs as you tiptoed into your heels.
as you bent beside him to secure the ankle straps, his roving palms drifted toward your ass, immediately kneading into the perky curve. you didn't hesitate, stepping squarely onto his boot, digging your heel in until he let out a mildly pained hum. only then did you step off, your hips swaying as you sauntered out of the bedroom and toward the front door.
but he was too quick, heavy arms locking around your waist from behind, anchoring you in place. thin lips pressing a sloppy, demanding kiss against your jawline, his patchy stubble scratchy against tender skin, as he murmured with feigned innocence โc'mon, luv, don't be so cruel to meโ
you behaved on your way to the club, sitting beside him in the truck while completely ignoring the insistent beeping of the monitor and the frantic voice demanding your destination over the speaker, even though they already tracked your location.
the officers arrived far too late. by the time the flickering blue and red lights washed over the vehicle, falling over your bodies, you were already bouncing on his wide spread lap in the midnight shadows. skirt hiked high over your hips, the pantyhose and drenched panties ripped open at the seams to grant him full access.
calloused hands digging fiercely into your thighs, blunt nails leaving deep crescents in skin. veiny cock barely reappearing out your snug, gushing cunt, ridgy walls dragging along the throbbing length, soaking. you rocked into his grinding thrusts, head thrown back and throat completely bared for sharp toothed kisses, hands loose around his strong neck.
simon did not slow his rhythm when police boy knocked heavily on the glass, instead, his fingers slid idly over the control panel, rolling the window down just enough for your delirious moans to tear through the night and humid, tobacco stale air. the young officer stared, completely frozen as he traced how your thighs quiver and ass bounces with a jiggle.
cunt letting out obscene squelches, sweat dripping down your cleavage crevice. it goes on until you cum under his stunned gaze, toes spasming, simon's hips swiveling as he pumps your hole full, before hauling you off his still spewing cock. your limp frame sinking into passenger seat, cum dribbling out fluttering, pulsing pussy, spilling down your legs and leather.
but you don't hesitate, throwing the truck door open wide. it almost struck the officer, forcing him to take a stumbling step backward into the red and blue glare, his breathing ragged, cock straining in the pants, and eyes doe wide with shock.
โhello, officerโ you murmur sweetly, simonโs jaw hooked over your shoulder from behind, mouth tracing across your neck. his calloused hand reaching forward to scoop the messy fluids from the leather seat, your slick and his cum, offering it to your lips. so you leaned in, tongue lolling, laving it off with a dopey smile and swallowing down.
๐ cw: pregnancy, children, minor anxiety and birth mentions, breeding and baby fever .แ
there's wood carved dolls gathered in a neat row upon the hallway table, standing atop a delicate lace napkin, shaped as various wild animals your daughter so enjoyed playing with, shaking them eagerly in her tiny fist or attempting to gnaw and slobber all over the polished timber
these toys were the proud result of arthurโs labor, a task during which he had sliced his calloused, already scarred fingertips more than once, collecting numerous splinters that you were forced to pull out. frowning at his carelessness but smiling all the while, after all, how could you possibly fault him for wanting to craft something so beautiful for the baby?
you were brushing away the dust when the front door swung open, heavy boots thudding against the wooden floorboards, arthur stood there. the brown hair at his temples slick with sweat from the sweltering summer heat, collar of white and blue blouse hanging askew at his collarbones, fine hairs dusting sun tanned skin along scars and freckles.
your handsome man, holding a bag packed tight with baby clothes, the very items you had explicitly told him to stop buying since the trunk was already overflowing. the baby was only a few months old, yet here he was again, flinching playfully the moment your voice boomed across the hallway, his aquamarine eyes widening in guilt, plump lips stretched into a crooked, sheepish grin.
โmister morgan! what did i say about stop wasting money?โ you pitched out, abandoning the dust cloth on the table as you braced both hands on your hips. the curves remaining striking even beneath the fabric of your dress, pregnancy was not that long ago, leaving behind a soft fullness he couldn't tear his eyes away from, not even if he were facing a scaffold.
setting the bag against the wall, arthur began to step toward you with an agonizing slowness, a predator by nature, gait loose and hips swaying as his hands outstretched. wrapping those corded, muscular forearms securely around your waist, large palms flattened against your plush ass without a shred of modesty.
face breaking into a wide, cat like grin, leaning in to press a slow peck to your scowling lips and let out a low, content purr, his dense eyebrows arching in amusement.
โguilty, darlin, aah'm so guilty.. just couldn't hold back, but she would need 'em anyways, ain't she?โ he whispered against your earlobe, pressing a wet kiss against warm skin there. you leaned into his frame, rolling your eyes even as you nodded in agreement, because yes, she would, even if you already possessed enough garments to clothe the entire neighborhood.
arthur smelled of pine wood, heat, and honest sweat, with an underlying trace of something spicy. his beard feelt coarse and rough as you nuzzled the old scar on his chin, swatting playfully at his side the moment you felt his broad palms knead into your ass. a raspy laugh escaping him, brawny chest rumbling pleasantly against your own bosom.
as without another word, he began to guide you backward, away from the mundane chores and toward the sofa standing in the center of the living room. and you knew, by the sharp gleam in his squinting eyes, that you wouldn't be getting any work done anytime soon.
ever since the day you told him of the pregnancy, your palm cupped protectively around your womb, mind resolute that this child would see the world's light and hear the birds' song, arthur had been anxious. possessed by restless need to dote on you, he rarely left your side, pressing his chapped lips against your belly to whisper sweet nothings while you napped.
as you lay with heavy lids, fingers carding idly through the hair at his nape, knowing with absolute certainty that he was a man who would keep you and your child safe. and so it was, there were no more robberies, no more dangerous schemes from which one might not escape alive.
there was only honest, grueling work that he was healthy enough to endure. he delivered packages, unloaded crates of fresh produce at the general store, and helped repair everything around town from broken pens to heavy wagons, fetching whatever was ordered or crafting it with his own two hands.
refusing to let his child grow up without a proper, present father, a stark contrast to his own young years. the memory which haunted him still, as he stood watching your daughter sleep peacefully in the crib he had built for her from scratch, scars silvering on his palms.
arthur had been arguing with you for the simple reason that you worked far too much around the house, cleaning, cooking, and even trying to tend to the garden beneath the blistering sun while your body was still so weakened. his lips pressed into a thin line, arms crossed over his chest, sinews bulging as he watched you work.
he never told you that he still remembered the terrifying way you had screamed during labor, or how your skin had gone cold and clammy. yet, every single time, he would reach out to pull you tight against his side and plead โdarlin', jus'... lemme do it instead, alright?โ until you would eventually sigh and nod.
tugging him down into a kiss with your fingers twisted firmly into his belt loops, waiting for his stubbornness to melt until his shoulders sagged and his broad back bent to your will. you showered every mole on his chiseled face with kisses, giggling aloud when he scooped you up.
utterly unbothered by the rich soil from your hands and skirt that stained his own clothes. the quiet bubble shattered when your daughter began to babble demandingly from the open window of her room. not letting you turn around without another shared kiss, his mouth far more demanding this time, bruising and deep. leaving your lips swollen and heat pooling lower than your belly.
he held her close to his chest, having changed into a fresh brown shirt that smelled like clean laundry rather than the grime of hard labor, her wispy hair was the same rich brown as his own, sweet with the scent of milk. eyes wide and a pale, powder blue, yet to deepen with age, though she was bound to grow into a startlingly beautiful girl if she inherited arthurโs exact coloration.
she murmured softly in her sleep, clenching tiny fists, and he smiled down at her with a serenity you had never before seen upon his face. every harsh line of his features had softened, the very hands that could master not only a man but a bear now cradled her body as though she were the finest porcelain.
so impossibly small in comparison to her father as he lulled her back to sleep with gentle swaying and low, gravelly croons. arthur always insisted on putting her to bed, not merely to grant you a momentโs rest, but because he simply could not get enough of holding her.
whispering to her, counting down the days and months until she reached her first year. she was his little sugar, and watching them from the armchair in the corner, your gaze made him flush a deep crimson, climbing hurriedly from chest to hairline, still too proud to admit how tender parenthood had made him.
there were always flowers upon the dining table, their stems stretching tall from a glass vase while a few loose, purple petals drifted down to catch upon the wooden floor. arthur brought a fresh bouquet every couple of days, and there had never been a day where he failed to do so, purring flirtatious โpretty flowers fo' pretty missyโ
the flower selling ladies in town recognized his face without looking twice, eagerly telling him about the newly gathered blossoms they knew his wife would adore. surely you did, bending to inhale their fragrance as you set the dinner on the table, tilting your head just so as arthur approached to place the salad down.
one large hand wrapped around your waist, giving a tender squeeze before he pressed a smiling kiss to your temple. you swayed back into his solid embrace, never doubting that he would ever let you fall. and once dinner was finished and the baby was tucked safely into her crib, he refused to let you touch the dirty dishes.
whisking you away toward the bedroom instead, his teeth nibbling at your shoulder blade playfully along the way, palms cupping the warm weight of your breasts, fingertips grazing the underside curve, and you sagged into the feeling.
arthur is a devoted man, carrying your sighs and the very taste upon his own lips as he traced a path from your toes up to your pleading mouth. pressing countless heavy kisses along your skin, marks destined to fade into long lasting bruises and teeth indents, leaving your flesh tingling and sensitive as you squirmed beneath him.
you shook when his rough beard chafed the inside of your thighs, legs parted and draped over his flexing shoulders. calloused fingertips sinking deep into your malleable flesh, thumbing up and down in agonizingly slow, small circles while his crooked nose dragged down your wet, puffy folds.
sucking down at your clit with a lewd pop, rolling the swollen nub against his curling tongue until you drenched his jaw, the moisture gleaming brilliantly under the lamp's amber glow. your fingers weaving frantically through his hair, clutching and mussing the strands, a few tresses falling across his intensely furrowed forehead.
eyes hidden beneath the fan of long eyelashes, but his pupils were saucer wide, brimming with adoration and filth he chooses not to say aloud. whispering them against the soft skin of your belly, lips ghosting reverently, tracing every silver line of the stretch marks that had not yet faded, teeth plowing across sensitive places.
โwanna have more with ya.. fill the house with babies, would build another one if needed..โ he pleads, swears on a rumbly moan, kissing each your knuckle while his throbbing cock stuffs inside you, soaking in rivulets of your flowing slick, dragging through gummy walls with ease.
reaching so deeply everytime, fluttering pussy slicking further, dripping everywhere, hole clenching in pulsing waves. voice breaking into a barely stifled moan, quickly tamed into barely a garbled hum against arthur's kiss swollen lips. eyes glazed wet, shimmering with clear tears gathered at the corners, as you look into his irises.
blue and green turned turbulent, his broad hips snapping forward, angled to elicit more erotic sounds, see how your eyes roll and fingers clench into his scarred biceps. thumbing peaky nipple until it dribbles milk, running down the digit that he suckles into his mouth, humming with a canine grin.
skin slapping with squelch, your fingernails digging deep, leaving thin scarlet lines across the broad expanse of his pecs, where a solid layer of fat covered dense muscles beneath. arthur's hairy abdomen flexing, every slow, plunging thrust making your legs tremble, roughhewn thumbs digging into your hipbones.
bed frame groaning and creaking, and you only hoped the baby would not wake, as he rearranged your pussy anew, thrusts faltering to sloppy and uncoordinated humping, scalding pressure scrabbling it's claws in your belly, and you begged, voice cracking โyes โ please. . fill me up, arthurโ
it takes one bottoming out thrust, your pussy clamped down vice tight around his jerking, gorged girth. tip spilling jets of cum after hitting your sweet spot, cumming alongside him, spine arched sharp as slick mixed with other fluids, frothing out in clear milky globs.
his heart rate kicked up, thumping against your chest. calloused palms cupping your warm cheekbones as you melted back into the sheets, surrendering to the slow path of his lips as they traveled across your face. your arms looping around his neck, fingers gliding over the bumpy geometry of his old scars.
urging him even closer until you were clinging to him with every ounce of your strength, a raspy laugh escaping him, large hands snaking beneath your damp back, cradling your frame to hold you tight against his heaving chest.
Mmm especially if he's anxious about having a baby so its this tug of war between the anxious thoughts, frantic caring and the absolute awe of holding something so small, sweet, and hers with his wife's adoring face looking back up to him. ๐ฅฐ
ohh bless you anon for dropping this in, it's absolutely the way arthur is as a father i'm agreeing with everything!!! he's buying too much baby things the minute his wife mentions about them, even though it's still too early for those, fumbles when trying to bathe the baby or swaddle, perhaps he get's so lost in trying to provide that he starts making wooden dolls!!
i got so many thoughts thanks to you, gonna make sure to include everything โน๐น
๐ cw: non canon universe, hybrid reader, blood and severe wounds, reader is not civilized, aerion and duncan are together, voyeurism, threesome, heat, double penetration, dubcon just in case, reader get's called little, bunch non translated valyrian words .แ
wc: 4.6k
arrow sliced cleanly through the air, holding its breath as the bowstring snapped, it flew past a shadowing tree and over a rustling bush, where some small creature likely hid in terror, aerionโs focus absolute, locked onto the dappled fur he had spotted
the shifting hooves crunching softly against twigs and grass, the sudden, flickering movement of ears, long, aristocratically pale fingers releasing the drawn string, the sharp, biting arrowhead finding its mark, piercing your thigh
cutting through thin skin and driving deep into the flesh, a burning agony assaulting every nerve, muscles rippling in violent shock as a whimpering yelp swelled in your throat, stifled only by the searing pain that brought hot tears to your eyes
your leg wobbled, gave way, and you crumpled onto the grass below, blood trickling down wound limb, soaking into the earth, your fingers clenched around the soil, tearing at the grass in a panicked attempt to stand, breath hitching in a heaving chest, oval ears flattened back, twitching at every sound.
bushes rustled and parted precisely where your wide, teary eyes were fixed, and you froze, paralyzed by terror, as a man emerged, cursing softly under his breath at a twig hooked around his worn boot, sun bleached hair falling over his downturned face, but you were already scrambling backward, dragging your wounded leg along the earth
he was massive, bigger than the very trees you slept beneath at night or rested under by day, his shoulders stretched incredibly broad, and his tunic sleeves were rolled to his elbows, showcasing corded forearms and burly biceps, a crooked smile playing on rosy lips, but it vanished the moment his sky blue eyes locked onto you, gaze sweeping over you from head to toe
slowing and darting away sheepishly as he realized you were undressed, plump breasts entirely exposed, arrow protruding from your leg, his voice bellowing, deep and resonant, as he called out to someone โuh. . aerion?โ a low, worried coo โeasy, easy, don't moveโ slipping to follow when he saw you try to stand again, whimpering weakly, his square jaw flexing and tawny brows knit together in deep concern.
โnow, what's wrong again?โ another man, aerion, it seemed, called out, his tone dripping with an arrogant, irritated edge as he stepped from behind a tree, long legs carrying him forward, and you immediately noticed the bow gripped in his hand, flinching away, drawing another worried, protective coo from the massive man beside you, aerion approaching with an almost predatory gait, pressing against man's broad side
reaching up with his free hand to cradle the square, bristled jaw, standing on his tiptoes with lips pouting for a kiss, his advances cut short abruptly, however, causing him to groan, plump lips curling into a vicious snarl, following the direction of the copper haired giant's finger, which pointed directly at you, aerion's squinting eyes gliding, unsure where to land first, on your bleeding thigh or your long, deer like ears
you trembled under their collective gaze, throat too tight to speak, feeling as though your tongue had been cut, and aerion let out a low whistle, shoving his bow into the giant's ample chest so abruptly that he barely managed to catch it, you startled as a long, pale hand shot out, capturing your jaw in a vice like grip that left no escape
forced to stare directly into maniacally excited, cerulean blue eyes, sharper and far more dangerous than the other manโs, his moon pale hair matching his striking pallor perfectly as he hummed thoughtfully โain't ya a pretty thing. . paktot, duncan?โ flashing a brilliant smile, revealing flawless teeth and sharp canines, before looking back over his narrow shoulder.
โstop spooking her!โ duncan grunted, voice carrying a stern edge as he dropped the bow to the grass and stepped closer, noticing how thoroughly terrified you were, aerion moved aside, expression twisting with irritation, yet the small, placating kiss duncan pressed to his sharp cheekbone sated his anger enough to keep him from intervening, relief washing over you when it was duncan who crouched by your side
large hands moving slowly to unclasp his cloak, draping it over your trembling shoulders gently, it was heavy and grounding, smelling of pine and wild grass, scents you instinctively associated with home, your long ears straightening and fluttering once, catching his gaze and leaving him momentarily mesmerized, his blue eyes widening
until his calloused fingers swept across your thigh, stopping just beneath where the arrow protruded, and you flinched away in fear, the agony had faded into a numb, throbbing sting, but the sudden reminder made the pain flare anew, drawing a sharp hiccup from your throat, duncan winced at the sound, strong nose scrunching in sympathy
he reached out again, slower this time, scooping his large arm beneath your knees while his other palm flattened against your back, hoisting you up in one fluid movement, grunting as his boots dug into the earth, straining to balance your weight so your body wouldn't jolt, held fast against his warm, muscular chest
your head lolled against his shoulder, aerion seeming to know exactly what the giant was thinking as their blue eyes locked, bending down to retrieve his bow, his thumb tracing the smooth wood, he stepped close, his long eyelashes swooping low as he slowly mapped your features, from wobbling lips to the pure nakedness hidden beneath the heavy wool
a sight that turned duncanโs freckled cheeks a deep, ruddy red, offering aerion a perfect reason to tease him later, for now, however, the prince merely let out a dismissive murmur โsศณz, let's hurry while the sun still upโ turning to lead the way back through the trees, and it wasnโt long before you slipped into a heavy, dreamless sleep.
you awoke to a burning, tearing agony, mouth open to scream, but the sound was smothered instantly by a broad palm pressed firmly against your lips, stifling any cry, your bleary eyes darting in panic, thick, clear tears escaping without restraint to track down your cheeks and spill onto the weathered knuckles holding you down, as you glanced wildly around the dim cabin
noting the orange glow of the hearth in the distance, desperately trying to look at your leg, feeling as though it were being torn apart while you were still alive and breathing, but duncan, looking down at you with eyes heavy with guilt and mirrors of your own hurt, shook his head, refusing to let you witness the butchery, keeping you pinned in place even as you panted
blabbering in a strained, high pitched wail โit hurts, it hurts, stop!โ you pleaded and wept, forehead beading with sweat and throat locking in a vice, his voice emerging raspy, parched with nerves โit will be over soon, i promise. breathe. . pleaseโ your nostrils flaring as you fought to draw in as much air as possible, and suddenly, the horrific ripping sensation ceased, replaced by a damp, hot rush
beside duncan, aerion showed, straightening from carpeted floor, rising with a triumphant, sharp grin, his crimson stained palm and fingers curled tightly around the arrow that dripped with your blood, vision swimming, shrouding at the corners in complete exhaustion
warm palm gliding up and down your shuddering spine, rubbing in tiny, soothing circles, still, your consciousness faded, body slumping back into something plush and cushioning, cautious fingers tracing the velvety curve of your long ears gently, offering a comforting touch before you slipped.
aerion and duncan had fussed over making you comfortable, they washed the wound with what wine aerion had hidden away on the kitchen shelves, boiling it first, he took the lead in checking your thigh for swelling or infection, drawing on the practical knowledge gained from his own volatile youth, the puncture left unstitched, as it needed to breathe, and was loosely bandaged instead
at some point, you were dressed in duncanโs spare tunic, the most presentable one he owned, clean and far less weathered than his others, which hung loose enough to resemble a chemise, even this task fell to aerion, for duncan had flushed beet red, his fingers trembling and eyes darting anywhere to avoid looking at your curvy body
such maiden modesty earned a sharp, biting laugh from aerion โwhat, have you never seen a pair of tits? after all those positions we wereโโ before the sentence could finish, duncan brought his hand down, giving aerion a firm smack across the back of his head, managing a thoroughly embarrassed, choked โgodsโ shut up, will ya?โ that only amused aerion further
a smug, toothy smile spreading across his chiseled face as he bundled you into a heavy blanket, always the one to stroke your ears, idly rubbing the soft fur between his thumbs, utterly fascinated by your unnatural nature, to the point that duncan had to huff and puff, pulling him away from your bedside so you could rest.
a steaming vegetable stew awaited on the bedside table when your eyes fluttered open for the first time in all days, you did not weep or plead for mercy, knowing now that they were trying to help, duncan sitting cautiously beside you, holding the bowl and a spoon after seeing how you fumbled, unable to grip the utensils properly, not knowing how, allowing him to help you
opening your mouth and letting him wipe your chin with a clean cloth every few spoonfuls, guiding your movements whenever you needed to shift, crooning softly โeasy, i know it hurtsโ at your weak, quiet whimpers, letting you hold to his hand, your fingers woven together as his calloused thumb glided over your small knuckles with a deep reverence, always terrified of causing you pain
while aerion, however, treated you like a pet, scratching you behind your fluttering ears and beneath your chin, watching your eyes close blissfully, letting out a low, rasping murmur โshh, byka mฤreโ in words you could not comprehend whenever you leaned into his touch, trusting so easily because they cared, fed you, and did not force you to leave
even though underneath it all, is still an underlying strangeness, when they kissed and held each other, your body squirming beneath aerionโs knowing glances, pupils dilating while watching him lick deliberately across duncanโs lower lip or grope at his ample pecs, even as he tried to tug him away, flushed red to his ears under the uncontrollable weight of your guileless gaze.
duncan was hesitant to show affection to aerion in your presence, cutting their kisses short and stifling every groan with a clenched jaw and grinding teeth, the fault was not yours, yet he overcompensated by carefully carrying you around the cabin whenever you wished to explore, your small tail flicking with excitement, brushing against the solid palm that supported your back securely
aerion, meanwhile, seemed thrilled by the prospect of keeping you with them, even as your wound began to close, free of infection and swelling, and you slowly attempted to limp on your own from the bedroom to the kitchen, he remained adamant, you would sniff the air as duncan prepared food, dappled ears fluttering until duncan leaned down to scratch behind them, murmuring โthe meal gonna be ready soonโ with a lopsided smile
they could have easily released you back into the wild, especially given the way you longingly watched the sun warmed, flowery meadows through the windowpane, but aerion opposed it fiercely โno, รฑuha jorrฤelagon, we won't drop her out thereโ
claiming you required protection and a steady hand, asking why should they return you to a forest where another hunter might do you harm, and while duncan knew well that safety was not the true motivation for keeping you captive, he found himself powerless to refuse him.
aerion had chosen to bathe with you, directing duncan to fill the spacious wooden tub with warm water before helping you inside, the giant supported you by the hand, allowing you to clench your fingers into his solid elbow as you wobbled unsteadily on your feet before finally sinking into the water
you had known water only as a freezing thing born of deep lakes, this, by contrast, was infinitely more comforting, soothing your strain weary limbs, your wounded thigh no longer stung, though it remained slightly sore, with aerionโs lean but solid chest bracing your back, and you leaned into him while he lathered a washcloth with soap
blinking with wide, curious eyes, giggling โit tickles!โ whenever he rubbed the cloth across your chest, cleansing your skin thoroughly, his breath coming warm against your nape, and as your fluffy tail brushed against his abdomen, his muscles rippled beneath the touch, low, nearly breathless grunts escaped his lips as his cock swelled beneath your plush ass
though you barely comprehended it, squeaking quietly when his hand cupped your breast, thumb gliding over your nipple and making you wriggle, an accident, your thighs flexing and pressing tightly together as a sudden warmth flooded your cheeks, and aerion had noticed your fluster, hiding a small smile against your hair
duncan, however, did not miss the simmering heat in aerionโs blue eyes, a look his short, silver gold strands could do nothing to conceal, when he stepped into the room with clean clothes, his gaze politely averted.
duncan appears far from polite, though, when pounding aerion into the couch, the hearth still burning, casting chaotic, flickering shadows across the walls, while you remained hidden behind the bedroom doorway, seeing only little fragments from your vantage point, the brutal, forward surge of duncanโs hips slamming against aerionโs arched, reddened ass
one corded, veiny arm braced flat for support, while his other dug it's blunt nails deep into ivory skin, leaving darkening bruises, the repeated, heavy slaps of flesh meeting flesh and the squelching, wet sounds filled the room, making your spine prickle with a sudden shudder, a strange, heavy ache coiled deep within your belly
forcing your thighs to press together as your own body responded with a pulsing, slick dripping pussy, they could feel your enraptured, confused gaze upon them, paralyzed and unable to look or step away, ears fluttering, catching the garbled, punched moans โyes โ harder, dyni, dunk, please!โ unable to see how hard aerion claws at duncanโs arm
drawing bloody scratches, as duncan shifted his weight on his haunches, hauling aerion into a steeper, more punishing arch, tummy down and asshole stretched around huge, gorged cock, body slumping and jolting with every devastating movement
the old couch groaning under the strain, sweat slicking duncanโs copper hair, salty droplets cascading down his brow as he let out a low, guttural rumble โbe quiet, my loveโ thick fingers knotted brutally into the silver gold strands of aerionโs hair.
no words were spoken of the night before, neither of how you had pawed your sticky pussy between your thighs in a desperate bid for sleep, nor how their echoed groans had seemed to stretch until the dawn, you awoke alone to a quiet cabin, outside, aerion was plastered against duncanโs flexing back as he chopped wood for the hearth, his hefty thighs tensing as he braced to swing the axe
aerion appeared utterly contented, a secret smile playing upon his lips, tunic hanging unlaced at his chest, exposing crimson bruises and teeth indents that disappeared down his collar, mapping it's way to his thighs, duncan had felt a wave of embarrassment for letting you witness their passion, yet a strange curiosity gripped him when he noticed you staring at the fresh, thin scratches outstanding against his sun tanned forearms
or how you blinked in sheer awe as he carried the heavy logs inside, watching tunic's linen sweat cling against his tummy, aerion saying nothing of it, merely observing, choosing instead to fluster you further, pressing a fleeting kiss to your temple when you appeared too distracted, your tail wagging at the touch, causing a sudden throb in his trousers, the very same ravenous pull at his gut he had experienced when he first beheld duncan and resolved to claim the man entirely
โhello, little oneโ aerion murmured, voice a raspy coo you had quickly learned to melt upon hearing, you craned your neck, nuzzling beneath his chiseled jaw, while his knuckles caressed the curve of your waist, and when his fingertips kneaded inward, testing your boundaries, you did not shy away, tail wagging only harder, velvet ears flapping in sweet surrender.
duncan had gradually begun spending more time in your company, he would sit you upon the kitchen counter while he cooked, letting you taste the broth to tell him if it was to your liking, or cradle you in his lap while resting on the couch, scratching beneath your dappled ears, allowing you to bump your face affectionately against his jaw or palm
whining for more whenever his hand stilled, entirely unaware of how difficult it was for him to maintain his self control, merely scratching at his jawbone in sheepish embarrassment whenever his cock strained against his trousers, tenting the fabric, aerion noticed, of course, curled in the opposite corner of the sofa, he would reach out with a smug smile to kiss the very spot duncan had scratched
his lips lingering as his warm, whispered breath โain't she precious? i know her presence affects you too, รฑuha jorrฤelagonโ brushed duncanโs skin, as you merely blinked lazily, from your place in his arms, drifting into a quiet nap and paying no mind to their shifting tension, long lashes fluttering low as your eyes closed, they had both come to adore you, if not grow entirely obsessed with your innocence, pursuing instinct to nurture and protect
but when the cabin suddenly filled with a cloying, sugary scent that coated their tongues and lingered in the air, they knew something had changed, your skin burning too hot to the touch, becoming desperately clingy, rubbing your face all over them, panting and whimpering the moment they tried to pull away, until that led them to the bedroom
where they found you face down upon the mattress, hips stuttering and rolling in helpless, aching humps against a pillow, reeking with your yearly heat, turning your glazed, unfocused eyes to meet theirs, sobbing out a needy moan into the quiet room โhelp โ help, please. . feels strangeโ.
and how can they say no? when you sob so vulnerable, your trembling hands knuckling the sheets, the tunic you wore had become a tangled mess, bunched high, exposing your puffy folds to their heavy gazes, cunny dripping and coating your thighs wet, they don't wait, crossing the room to your side in unison, sharing one knowing look before they're both on you
aerion gathering you into his arms, chest firm against your arched back as he steadied your shaking frame, trembling legs forced wide, as duncan sits at your side, staring, pupils already dilated and blue irises thinned, their color dulling, watching with bated breath as aerionโs lips traced a slow path from your ears to dampened temple, helping you out the tunic, tugging it off your head
fabric catching on peaky nipples as your breath hitches, pussy fluttering, gushing more slick, duncanโs gaze tracking how it drips in small, clear globe, his ballsack and cock painfully tight, groaning low under his breath, crooning deep and throaty โshh, pretty, it's alright. . we'll make it betterโ following aerionโs own voice when you flinch
two long fingers rubbing between your folds, collecting the wetness and then smearing it in, your hips bucking, whining higher, head lolling and letting aerion latch onto your pulse point, sucking, as his fingertips rub and tap at your hole, curling at the knuckle, thumb arched to circle swollen clit, tummy feeling heavily warm in a way that makes your toes curl.
slender finger circling your entrance, distracting you until you're sopping with your arousal, and then aerion presses it gently inside, groaning โso wet for us, jorrฤelagonโ feeling your warm walls welcome the working digit in, stretching you carefully, enough so you could fit a second one, pushing alongside the other at once, a deep, aching pressure that had you rocking into nothing
turning, duncanโs palm at your hair, caressing and cradling your jaw, guiding you into a kiss, and how fast you melted, sagging into aerionโs arms, distracted when two fingers turned into three, scissoring, slick easing the glide, flowing to coat his hand in a shimmering sheen, while you got wetter and wetter, grinding into the stretching, stinging pressure
dripping pussy opening against each widening stretch, keening into duncanโs slack mouth, against his invading tongue, when aerion crooked the fingers just so, forcing them deeper, tapping at the gummy spot hidden within until you moaned without stop, each one swallowed by duncanโs mouth
nipping and licking at your lips, almost drooling at the feel and scent of you, palm sneaking between your and aerionโs body to cup at your excitedly wagging tail, fondling, and it is enough to make your pussy pulse, clamping in waves around thrusting fingers, spilling wet as you cum, eyes tear filled, but it's only a start.
taking duncan in is a struggle, you had watched his cock bob heavily, rudy and pearly at the uncut, curved tip, veins running across as you watched him twitch, aerion had helped take his trousers off with nimble fingers, slowly, kissing above your head and moaning into each other's mouth, aerion palming at his bulge with lust eclipsed eyes, dragging the trousers waistband down slowly, agonizingly so
his fingertips caressing at the tip, slicking the throbbing length in his fist, wrist twisting, your whine distracting them, pussy gaping around nothing, empty and oozing, and they had laughed, faces dipping to soothe you, aerion's long tongue swirling around yours, plugging in and devouring until you had gone breathless, gasping, mewling, duncanโs lips pecking at your throat
small kisses until he had started sucking in small bruises, his cock dragging along your folds, and you had shivered, legs falling further apart, aerion keeping you secure, duncanโs cockhead prodding at your clenching entrance, pressing in and gliding inch by agonizing inch, big, thick, his thrusts cautious, each drag against your slick walls making you all moan, even aerion, who's still clothed erection pressed into your ass
as duncan pushed in, out, seating himself fully, grunting โdoin' so good, so sweetโ to your cries, big hands trembling as he clutched your own, that scrabbled at his fairly haired chest, digging into the scarred flesh, aerion pressing more and more kisses all over your face and down to the shoulders, one hand cupped around your tit, flicking at the pebbled nipple, the other bound tight across your waist.
making sure you would cum on duncanโs cock, gasping and sobbing at every thrust as he plowed in, barely pulling out before snapping back in, shallow thrusts that made you cry and plea for more, slurred, his hips angled to ram against your spongy spot, catching on it repeatedly, cunt clenching, pulsating and gushing down his throbbing length, muscles bulging on broad thighs
a vein popping on his neck, aerion watching with tongue against his canines, slim hips rocking into your ass, his erection firm and leaking precum, dampening trousers crotch, feeling how you chased the movement, trying to rock back into him and then forward to duncan, body arching in a tremor, your thigh starting to ache, aerion reaching to put a pillow underneath your leg, duncanโs thrusts stuttering
fucking in once, two, three times, a pinching rub to your clit, and you cum again, crying openly now, fat tears dripping out drooping eyes and getting kissed away by both aerion and duncan that lean in, while the gorged cock inside your fluttering hole spills, hot seed filling you snug, escaping out in couple milky drops, heart drumming loud in your ears
but aerion already fumbles with his pants, forcing them down just past sharp hipbones to thatch of pale hair, long cock slapping just above the swell of your ass, sliding between the warm, round globes, blunt tip finding the tiny hole there, and you arched into the feeling, earning a laughing, breathless whisper โoh, how drฤjฤซ dลna you are, little oneโ.
there's more tears when he tries to plunge in, the stretch burns, you feel full too soon, but duncan helps you, his own length still tucked in your cunt, thrusting unhurriedly, mouth around your nipple, tongue swirling, flushed cheeks hollowing in deep when he sucks, aerionโs free hand leaving your waist, letting you squirm, though you do not
too busy blinking tears from your clumped eyelashes to look down at duncan, who teases your tits, his mussed hair combed with aerionโs fingers, caressed, and you reach too, cradling his strong jaw in your shaky palms, before gasping, startled, loud, aerionโs cock sheathed full within your other hole, clenched vice tight within rhythmically pulsing, clamping walls, thrusts short
pelvic ground against your ass, duncanโs coarse groin hairs rubbing your clit, chaffing down, but it's too good to complain, moans and weeps melting into one, just as your bodies, as you claw at them both, pleading to stop, then for more, and they growl in unison, clinging to you and each other, their lips meeting on your own, sloppy, saliva stretching as glittering strings
your eyes rolling back into the skull as another orgasm hovered on the edge, both holes wet and fluttering, their cock's grinding in, too tired to do much but just press their hips, and as your tummy flared, coiling low, you careened over, their balls drawn tight, cock's pulsing violently and pumping you full with warm jets of cum, every sound tuning to ragged heaves.
they wiped you clean with a cloth afterward, once they had both softened and you were left completely boneless, letting out the faintest whimper as their cock's pulled out, aerion the first to rise, stepping away to retrieve a fresh cloth while commanding duncan to lie with you and wait, to which he obeyed, cradling your fragile frame against his right side, your head pillowed comfortably on his broad, fat padded chest
his fingers caressing your long ears, moving slowly from the tips to the base, when aerion returned, long burgundy tunic draped loosely over his frame and trousers discarded, he sat beside you both, gently parting your legs, offering quiet, soothing murmurs whenever your tremors threatened to return, the cloth warm and wet as he dabbed gently between your thighs, deeply aware of your soreness
moving to duncan once finished, folding away the side of the fabric stained with their spent seed, and used the clean cloth to wipe the sweat from the giant's skin, you were already drifting, eyes fluttering shut, blinking open for a brief moment only to close again, through sleepy haze, you caught sight of duncan cleaning aerion in turn, and then of them sharing a soft, lingering kiss as aerion bowed over you both, until finally, he rolled over
tucking himself into duncanโs other side, his ivory hand reaching out to wrap around you, fingertips grazing your hipbone, you smiled, a tiny, contented curve of your lips, and nuzzled deeper into the warm chest beneath you, letting sleep finally take you properly, missing the quiet whispers that drifted through, aerionโs melodious lilt murmuring โshe's going to stay with usโ and duncanโs husky, protective response โi do not mind, my heartโ.
when morning sun fell upon your sleep warmed bodies, bed barely large enough to hold you all, sheets crumpled and the blanket tangled helplessly between your legs, aerion and duncan awoke to find a deer cradled between them, quietly asleep, having somehow managed to crawl up and squeeze into the narrow space between their chests, their blue gazes meeting over your resting form
coppery and silver hair tousled, expressions softened, filled with a tenderness they had plenty to share, as they lean in, noses nudging into your hair from either side, and you let out a soft sigh, murmuring something illegible in your sleep, in that quiet cabin, you had finally found the home you had only ever heard others speak of, the kind of sanctuary you do not build from timber, but find within another person.
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he did not raise his voice, save for those business calls that invariably left him rubbing his temples in sheer frustration, he had never raised a hand at you, not even when you tried to push away as he cornered you against the kitchen table, body pinned as your fingers gripped the spatula you had been using to stir the dinner
hand sliding beneath your undies, fingers, weathered from work, kneading into your skin as they crept to cup your cunt, only to find you dry โโm so tired, baby, just let meโ he croons low, pressing heavy, sloppy kisses just beneath your ear, your hands flailing uselessly, eyes fixated on the bubbling pasta sauce.
he lay in a closed coffin, the surrounding cries and whispers reduced to the mere midge buzz in your ears, the dress feeling too tight, squeezing your shoulders, while every sympathetic pat on your spine brought a new suffocating wave, each more stifling than the last, a few tears forcing their way out your careworn eyes, leaving a bitter burn in your throat
one by one, the mourners began to drift away, family members, long not seen friends, women whose faces you didnโt recognize, among them simon, a man who had known your husband from the army, appearing with a visit perhaps once a year, if at all, blonde eyelashes fluttering upward as his gaze found yours from across, umber eyes barely blinking
taking in your mourning attire with a subtle tilt to his head, his balaclava exchanged for a simple cloth mask that now dangled from his ear, thin, nicked lips clamped around a burning cigarette, none recognized him, none could be seen pleased by his unsettling presence, imposing and broad shouldered, heavy combat boots caked in grime, rugged scars with mute signals that broadcast danger.
simon had helped you into his truck to take you home, thoroughly exhausted, drained from the endless questions, the lingering wailing noise, and the looming weight of the paperwork waiting to find its way to you, his palm steady and warm against your back
thick fingers surprisingly deft as he reached over to buckle your seat belt, driving off abruptly the moment your mother in law approached, poised to ask what you planned to do with your late husband's belongings, a man of little patience, and he knew you had endured more than enough today
intent to have your thoughts away from the tragedy, and doing so flawlessly, your tight dress ripped in jagged line at it's hem, panties tucked aside to let him grind into your sopping wet cunt, fluttering restlessly around the gorged girth that stretches your tight hole out, his fingertips as calloused as your husbandโs, but much more attentive
counting your ribs with slow wonder, trapping your swollen clit under rough circles, you're dripping all over your trembling thighs and his pants, his cock carving it's place within you, the bite undisguised, voice a husky drawl โhe wasn't' even worth a nail from yauh littl' fingerโ against your tender skin, where he pressed demanding kisses, crooked nose nuzzling into your sternum.
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