mori

mdni. 18 she/her. multifandom writer

[eatmemori]

arthur taking care of you after girls night. (fluff)

tonight was so fun, maybe a little too fun. arthur had to pick you up after you called him slurring your words all giggly. needless to say, he was there asap and in the car you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. your hands rubbing on his thigh, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. arthur was a good man, he wouldn’t dare take advantage of you while you were drunk. no matter how much your touch turned him on, no matter how pretty you looked in that dress.

when the two of you get home, arthur begins undressing you. removing your jewelry, dress, and your heels. rubbing your feet as you stared at him with your drunken gaze. “mmh..thaank you arrthur.” you slurred out as he sat up, beginning to take off the little makeup you had on (he always told you that you didn’t need any at all). “always drinkin’ too much whenever you go out, sweetheart.” he kisses your temple in between his words, you’re already leaning against him with his free hand rubbing your back. “you don’t gotta throw up or nothin’, right?” you shake your head. he’d help you if you did.

after he bathed you, his clothes soaked with water because you weren’t acting right. of course you weren’t, but he wasn’t angry. making sure you were clean was more important than a wet shirt of his. when he finally puts you to bed, he has a trash can near by just incase you start feeling like some of that food wants to come up. arthur rubs your back and kisses your face as you ramble on about the night you had until you fall asleep. needless to say, he loves his woman.

short drabble abt him bc he’d be so sweet. <3

[eatmemori]

arthur taking care of you after girls night. (fluff)

tonight was so fun, maybe a little too fun. arthur had to pick you up after you called him slurring your words all giggly. needless to say, he was there asap and in the car you couldn’t keep your hands off of him. your hands rubbing on his thigh, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt. arthur was a good man, he wouldn’t dare take advantage of you while you were drunk. no matter how much your touch turned him on, no matter how pretty you looked in that dress.

when the two of you get home, arthur begins undressing you. removing your jewelry, dress, and your heels. rubbing your feet as you stared at him with your drunken gaze. “mmh..thaank you arrthur.” you slurred out as he sat up, beginning to take off the little makeup you had on (he always told you that you didn’t need any at all). “always drinkin’ too much whenever you go out, sweetheart.” he kisses your temple in between his words, you’re already leaning against him with his free hand rubbing your back. “you don’t gotta throw up or nothin’, right?” you shake your head. he’d help you if you did.

after he bathed you, his clothes soaked with water because you weren’t acting right. of course you weren’t, but he wasn’t angry. making sure you were clean was more important than a wet shirt of his. when he finally puts you to bed, he has a trash can near by just incase you start feeling like some of that food wants to come up. arthur rubs your back and kisses your face as you ramble on about the night you had until you fall asleep. needless to say, he loves his woman.

short drabble abt him bc he’d be so sweet. <3

[eatmemori]

arthur and his ex-wife(you) finally talk 18+

it’s been about a year since you and arthur talked, the divorce ended so, so terribly even after you two spent so long being head over heels for each other. clear as day despite it being 2 years ago. you brought him lunch to work, made his coffee in the morning. even if you absolutely hated how he liked it. and arthur? he was always there. made you breakfast every sunday morning, massages your feet even after he’d had a long day himself. it was beautiful. your mother absolutely adored him, you knew this because she asks you every week if you and him have talked things out.

but everything went south when you started drinking. arthur didn’t know why you did, you wouldn’t tell him anything. you know it was because of the arguments and there was always alcohol in the house because arthur drank too. he decided to end it and you absolutely flipped out, it only made you drink more when it was final and he moved out.

before the two of you stopped talking officially, he helped you with rehab stuff and you let him, you’ve got no doubt that your mother set this up. it helped, for a little. you came out of rehab with your skin clearer, eyes bright. just looking happier. arthur was happy to have his woman back, but it didn’t last. you went out with some friends—six weeks sober. you drank until your head spun, calling arthur with your words slurring. he couldn’t do it anymore, not after the 3rd time.

for some odd reason, he decides to come visit you, even after all of this time. it’s been a year, you’ve decided to stop drinking. no matter how hard it was, but you knew arthur was the love of your life and that is the very thing that made the two of you split. you owe it to yourself and your body. you’ve been 7 months sober, but here he is waltzing up to the front door of your formerly shared house.

arthur stands there, his hands on his hips as he gives himself one last chance to rethink his decisions. he’s always thinking about you, the yearner he is. john would tell you, “i’d never seen him so smitten for anybody.” and it was true. how could he forget somebody like you? surely not.

he stands there, looking back at his truck in your driveway before he finally knocks.

you answer the door and you could’ve sworn you felt your heart stop beating. “arthur?” you ask, your eyes all wide. but arthur just stares at you, speechless like he was on your wedding day. he looks the exact same as he did the last time you’d seen him, thick stubble, blue-green eyes. though, last time they were looking at you with disappointment but now? there’s stars in his eyes. he snaps out of it, his fingers on his nose bridge before he finally speaks after recollecting himself.

“i was err..in the area. decided to check on you. could i come in?” you stare at him, blinking. why is he here? what does he want? wasn’t he tired of you? the yelling, the fighting, the—

“please.” oh?

and of course you let the former love of your life into the house you two used to share. he even still takes his boots off at the door like you’d asked him when y’all were married. you sit down at the small dining table. you’re staring even when you didn’t know it, not until he spoke. “so..how you been?” you can see him rubbing those big thighs of his under the table, you always did love that. you knew he was nervous.

“i’ve been good. sober for 7 months.” you’re honest with him. there’s no reason not to be. but his eyes light up like christmas day, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. he’s happy for you, real happy. the woman he fell in love with wasn’t a drunk. it was you, sitting right in front of him looking healthy. “that’s-that’s real good.”

….

that stretch of silence is thick.

you both open your mouths to say something, you stop but he keeps going. “i miss ya. can’t stop thinkin’ bout you.” wow. he really just said it like that? god, he’s been feeling like a teenager and he can’t hide it anymore.

you can’t even hide the way arthur makes you smile even after all of this time. seeing your lips curve up made him loosen up a little bit, he knows he’s acting silly but it’ll just eat him alive if he avoids it. he starts to worry when you get up and go into the other room. to his surprise, you come out with a photo album and it’s already open. like you’d been looking at pictures before he came to your door. you sit back down, scooting your chair next to his and looking at the album. “miss you too.” and hearing you say that? he’s bursting at the seams trying to keep his hands to himself. but he doesn’t wanna run you off, so he endures.

there’s pictures of the dates the two of you went on before and after you got married. arthur never stopped the honeymoon treatment, that wasn’t him at all. “can’t believe you still have this.” he mumbles to himself, sliding the album in front of him. it hurts for both of you, looking at what used to be. you two were so in love. were? yeah, right.

the best part of all of this being he remembers every single photo, mumbling to himself about what happened in each one. not even feeling ashamed to admit how bad he wanted to mess your hair up on every date you two went on. he couldn’t keep his hands off of you when y’all made it official. it was surreal because you thought he hated you. you never did forget how fast he packed his things when he decided he couldn’t take it anymore. the pit in your stomach when you begged him to stay, promising and promising that you’d never pick up another drink again. you thought you’d never see him again, not after court.

but here he is, at your dinner table sitting next to you with your shoulder touching his. the air is warm, fuzzy. it’d been cold since he left, but you got used to it.

arthur lets out a heavy sigh, sitting back in the chair. his eyes meet yours and you feel your heart beating faster, especially when he moves in closer. making you gasp softly, it makes him smile. then he hugs you with the heat of his body enveloping yours and you don’t wanna pull away, you missed this just as much as he did. his calloused hand rubs your back as he huffs in your scent. “you still smell so goddamn good..” he couldn’t help himself, especially when he could feel you melting into him. you could even feel his dick pulsing against your knee as he leaned over to hug you. the way you smelled always made him like that. “you too.” you couldn’t deny it for a second how much you’d missed this smell, it was thick and clouded your senses every time he came home from work.

arthur pulls back to look at you and suddenly his lips are on yours, his hands holding your face as he kisses you like a man starved—in which he is. the next thing you know the two of you are in your formerly shared bedroom with his hands under your shirt, feeling your soft, supple skin. he kisses your cheeks, moving down to your neck and your collarbone. pushing you onto your back as one of his hands move to cradle the back of your head. “c’mon say it, i know you missed me. say my name sweetheart.” arthur says, his warm breath fanning across your skin as his mouth continues its assault on your body. “arthur. i..missed you s’much..” you whine and he just loves the way your back still arches for him after all of these years.

“that’s my good girl.” he says with that same smirk on his face whenever he made you wet. his hand moving from the back of your head, going to squish your face, making your lips pucker before he kisses you sloppily. arthur’s free hand is under your shirt, his thumb rolling over your tits making them pebble. “you’re still so fuckin’ pretty, sweetheart.” he praises, tugging your pants down.

whenever the two of you had sex, he always looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world and nothing about that has changed. arthur mumbles to himself as he unbuckles his pants, “i miss my beautiful wife..swear i do..” and you can feel your slick gush out at his every last word. seeing you sober again is the best thing ever, he sees the woman he fell in love with.

arthur takes your panties off and begins tapping his heavy cock against your oh-so sensitive clit as he watches you twitch, pushing your legs open. his heavy weight pressing you down into the bed, you feel so vulnerable but he’s had you like this so many times in the past, it’s right where you belong. “it’s alright pretty girl.” arthur coos, slowly pushing his tip inside of you, making you gasp from such a familiar feeling. “ouhh..arthur..” you moan with your lip caught in between your teeth, that feeling in your stomach becomes overwhelming with his thumb rubbing over your pretty clit as he pushes further inside, groaning as he does so.

“s-so..” he stammers, breathing heavy. “so..fuckin’ tight sweetheart. i missed every second of this.” when he bottoms out, you feel so goddamn full it makes your head spin and your eyes water. of course he sees it, he teases you. “so much time apart n’ you’re still crying on my cock..” arthur smiles, leaning over to kiss the tears slipping onto your cheeks, then your lips. he looks you right in your eyes as his hips start moving, deep and slow. one of his warm hands pressing down on your lower stomach, listening to you whimper. “n-no..not there. please.” you beg him not to press down there but he doesn’t listen.

“aw..that’s not like you. my girl can take it, can’t she?” he whispers. “i know she can, you’ve just got a little—“ arthur thrusts hard one time, making you gasp, “—remembering t’do. ain’t that right?” and of course you nod, you’ve always been a good girl for him. why would you ever find someone else when you had an ex-husband that made you feel like this? everyone else would just be a let down. he starts thrusting into you hard, making you look at him while he takes what’s his. “no little boyfriend or nothin’, right? open up.” you open your mouth as you shake your head and he spits on your tongue. no words are needed, you remember to swallow.

when he praises you, you clench around him. arthur lets out small gasps like it’s all too much for him and your nails are digging into his biceps. that just makes him go faster, using his weight to his advantage. arthur’s rough growling fills the room along with your pretty little moans, you’re seeing stars and you aren’t even sure if you can last any longer— not with this thumb teasing your clit. “arthur..arthur please. s-slow down.” you beg, but you shouldn’t have. not to a man like arthur.

he stops fully, looking down at you from above with his head tilted. arthur pulls out of you and grabs your hips, dragging your body up, making your pussy meet his mouth. “w-what?” you ask but he doesn’t answer. he spits on it, making it glisten even more than it already is. “you want slow? i’ll give ya slow.” he begins lapping up your juices, his tongue practically digging into your needy hole. the stubble of his stubble is coated in your goodness, you feel it. so close. he’s rubbing on your clit while his tongue fucks you. “m-mmmh! please—“ the orgasm hits you like a train, your legs locking up as he keeps eating you out even through your orgasm. after a little, you begin to squirm with your breath all heavy and he lays your body back on the bed. that stupid grin is on his face. “you said slow down honey, ain’t that what i did?” he teases as he leans over and kisses you stupid, wiping your eyes too. “mmh..my beautiful wife still weepin’ when i make her cum..”

his reading makes you cover your face in embarrassment. he always did do that after he got this kind of reaction out of you “i never stopped lovin’ you.” he leans down, kissing your temple.

a/n: i haven’t written for tumblr in over a year and this is a new account so hi guys i hope you enjoy <3

[eatmemori]

arthur and his ex-wife(you) finally talk 18+

it’s been about a year since you and arthur talked, the divorce ended so, so terribly even after you two spent so long being head over heels for each other. clear as day despite it being 2 years ago. you brought him lunch to work, made his coffee in the morning. even if you absolutely hated how he liked it. and arthur? he was always there. made you breakfast every sunday morning, massages your feet even after he’d had a long day himself. it was beautiful. your mother absolutely adored him, you knew this because she asks you every week if you and him have talked things out.

but everything went south when you started drinking. arthur didn’t know why you did, you wouldn’t tell him anything. you know it was because of the arguments and there was always alcohol in the house because arthur drank too. he decided to end it and you absolutely flipped out, it only made you drink more when it was final and he moved out.

before the two of you stopped talking officially, he helped you with rehab stuff and you let him, you’ve got no doubt that your mother set this up. it helped, for a little. you came out of rehab with your skin clearer, eyes bright. just looking happier. arthur was happy to have his woman back, but it didn’t last. you went out with some friends—six weeks sober. you drank until your head spun, calling arthur with your words slurring. he couldn’t do it anymore, not after the 3rd time.

for some odd reason, he decides to come visit you, even after all of this time. it’s been a year, you’ve decided to stop drinking. no matter how hard it was, but you knew arthur was the love of your life and that is the very thing that made the two of you split. you owe it to yourself and your body. you’ve been 7 months sober, but here he is waltzing up to the front door of your formerly shared house.

arthur stands there, his hands on his hips as he gives himself one last chance to rethink his decisions. he’s always thinking about you, the yearner he is. john would tell you, “i’d never seen him so smitten for anybody.” and it was true. how could he forget somebody like you? surely not.

he stands there, looking back at his truck in your driveway before he finally knocks.

you answer the door and you could’ve sworn you felt your heart stop beating. “arthur?” you ask, your eyes all wide. but arthur just stares at you, speechless like he was on your wedding day. he looks the exact same as he did the last time you’d seen him, thick stubble, blue-green eyes. though, last time they were looking at you with disappointment but now? there’s stars in his eyes. he snaps out of it, his fingers on his nose bridge before he finally speaks after recollecting himself.

“i was err..in the area. decided to check on you. could i come in?” you stare at him, blinking. why is he here? what does he want? wasn’t he tired of you? the yelling, the fighting, the—

“please.” oh?

and of course you let the former love of your life into the house you two used to share. he even still takes his boots off at the door like you’d asked him when y’all were married. you sit down at the small dining table. you’re staring even when you didn’t know it, not until he spoke. “so..how you been?” you can see him rubbing those big thighs of his under the table, you always did love that. you knew he was nervous.

“i’ve been good. sober for 7 months.” you’re honest with him. there’s no reason not to be. but his eyes light up like christmas day, no matter how hard he tries to hide it. he’s happy for you, real happy. the woman he fell in love with wasn’t a drunk. it was you, sitting right in front of him looking healthy. “that’s-that’s real good.”

….

that stretch of silence is thick.

you both open your mouths to say something, you stop but he keeps going. “i miss ya. can’t stop thinkin’ bout you.” wow. he really just said it like that? god, he’s been feeling like a teenager and he can’t hide it anymore.

you can’t even hide the way arthur makes you smile even after all of this time. seeing your lips curve up made him loosen up a little bit, he knows he’s acting silly but it’ll just eat him alive if he avoids it. he starts to worry when you get up and go into the other room. to his surprise, you come out with a photo album and it’s already open. like you’d been looking at pictures before he came to your door. you sit back down, scooting your chair next to his and looking at the album. “miss you too.” and hearing you say that? he’s bursting at the seams trying to keep his hands to himself. but he doesn’t wanna run you off, so he endures.

there’s pictures of the dates the two of you went on before and after you got married. arthur never stopped the honeymoon treatment, that wasn’t him at all. “can’t believe you still have this.” he mumbles to himself, sliding the album in front of him. it hurts for both of you, looking at what used to be. you two were so in love. were? yeah, right.

the best part of all of this being he remembers every single photo, mumbling to himself about what happened in each one. not even feeling ashamed to admit how bad he wanted to mess your hair up on every date you two went on. he couldn’t keep his hands off of you when y’all made it official. it was surreal because you thought he hated you. you never did forget how fast he packed his things when he decided he couldn’t take it anymore. the pit in your stomach when you begged him to stay, promising and promising that you’d never pick up another drink again. you thought you’d never see him again, not after court.

but here he is, at your dinner table sitting next to you with your shoulder touching his. the air is warm, fuzzy. it’d been cold since he left, but you got used to it.

arthur lets out a heavy sigh, sitting back in the chair. his eyes meet yours and you feel your heart beating faster, especially when he moves in closer. making you gasp softly, it makes him smile. then he hugs you with the heat of his body enveloping yours and you don’t wanna pull away, you missed this just as much as he did. his calloused hand rubs your back as he huffs in your scent. “you still smell so goddamn good..” he couldn’t help himself, especially when he could feel you melting into him. you could even feel his dick pulsing against your knee as he leaned over to hug you. the way you smelled always made him like that. “you too.” you couldn’t deny it for a second how much you’d missed this smell, it was thick and clouded your senses every time he came home from work.

arthur pulls back to look at you and suddenly his lips are on yours, his hands holding your face as he kisses you like a man starved—in which he is. the next thing you know the two of you are in your formerly shared bedroom with his hands under your shirt, feeling your soft, supple skin. he kisses your cheeks, moving down to your neck and your collarbone. pushing you onto your back as one of his hands move to cradle the back of your head. “c’mon say it, i know you missed me. say my name sweetheart.” arthur says, his warm breath fanning across your skin as his mouth continues its assault on your body. “arthur. i..missed you s’much..” you whine and he just loves the way your back still arches for him after all of these years.

“that’s my good girl.” he says with that same smirk on his face whenever he made you wet. his hand moving from the back of your head, going to squish your face, making your lips pucker before he kisses you sloppily. arthur’s free hand is under your shirt, his thumb rolling over your tits making them pebble. “you’re still so fuckin’ pretty, sweetheart.” he praises, tugging your pants down.

whenever the two of you had sex, he always looked at you like you were the most precious thing in the world and nothing about that has changed. arthur mumbles to himself as he unbuckles his pants, “i miss my beautiful wife..swear i do..” and you can feel your slick gush out at his every last word. seeing you sober again is the best thing ever, he sees the woman he fell in love with.

arthur takes your panties off and begins tapping his heavy cock against your oh-so sensitive clit as he watches you twitch, pushing your legs open. his heavy weight pressing you down into the bed, you feel so vulnerable but he’s had you like this so many times in the past, it’s right where you belong. “it’s alright pretty girl.” arthur coos, slowly pushing his tip inside of you, making you gasp from such a familiar feeling. “ouhh..arthur..” you moan with your lip caught in between your teeth, that feeling in your stomach becomes overwhelming with his thumb rubbing over your pretty clit as he pushes further inside, groaning as he does so.

“s-so..” he stammers, breathing heavy. “so..fuckin’ tight sweetheart. i missed every second of this.” when he bottoms out, you feel so goddamn full it makes your head spin and your eyes water. of course he sees it, he teases you. “so much time apart n’ you’re still crying on my cock..” arthur smiles, leaning over to kiss the tears slipping onto your cheeks, then your lips. he looks you right in your eyes as his hips start moving, deep and slow. one of his warm hands pressing down on your lower stomach, listening to you whimper. “n-no..not there. please.” you beg him not to press down there but he doesn’t listen.

“aw..that’s not like you. my girl can take it, can’t she?” he whispers. “i know she can, you’ve just got a little—“ arthur thrusts hard one time, making you gasp, “—remembering t’do. ain’t that right?” and of course you nod, you’ve always been a good girl for him. why would you ever find someone else when you had an ex-husband that made you feel like this? everyone else would just be a let down. he starts thrusting into you hard, making you look at him while he takes what’s his. “no little boyfriend or nothin’, right? open up.” you open your mouth as you shake your head and he spits on your tongue. no words are needed, you remember to swallow.

when he praises you, you clench around him. arthur lets out small gasps like it’s all too much for him and your nails are digging into his biceps. that just makes him go faster, using his weight to his advantage. arthur’s rough growling fills the room along with your pretty little moans, you’re seeing stars and you aren’t even sure if you can last any longer— not with this thumb teasing your clit. “arthur..arthur please. s-slow down.” you beg, but you shouldn’t have. not to a man like arthur.

he stops fully, looking down at you from above with his head tilted. arthur pulls out of you and grabs your hips, dragging your body up, making your pussy meet his mouth. “w-what?” you ask but he doesn’t answer. he spits on it, making it glisten even more than it already is. “you want slow? i’ll give ya slow.” he begins lapping up your juices, his tongue practically digging into your needy hole. the stubble of his stubble is coated in your goodness, you feel it. so close. he’s rubbing on your clit while his tongue fucks you. “m-mmmh! please—“ the orgasm hits you like a train, your legs locking up as he keeps eating you out even through your orgasm. after a little, you begin to squirm with your breath all heavy and he lays your body back on the bed. that stupid grin is on his face. “you said slow down honey, ain’t that what i did?” he teases as he leans over and kisses you stupid, wiping your eyes too. “mmh..my beautiful wife still weepin’ when i make her cum..”

his reading makes you cover your face in embarrassment. he always did do that after he got this kind of reaction out of you “i never stopped lovin’ you.” he leans down, kissing your temple.

a/n: i haven’t written for tumblr in over a year and this is a new account so hi guys i hope you enjoy <3