Hi, I'm oddestly! 30's, she/her, long-time author of OC and Fanfic!
This blog is home to my current rdr2 long-fic:
A Doe-Eyed Love
It's premise in a nutshell:
What if Sadie Adler had a sister who took no shit and saw through it all from the start?
(It's a desperate fix-it fic, let's be real. I finished Chapter 6 and Just Can't Handle It)
On hiatus!!
(Do note that while it is not rated explicit right now, this fic will become 18+ as it progresses! MDNI with 18+ content please!)
(I am sincerely sorry if this makes my story innappropriate for some readers who may already be following along, all chapters with 18+ content will be clearly marked if anyone would like to follow while skipping those chapters. Please remember, you alone are responsible for your own media consumption.)
I'll keep updating this as chapters are added, and you can also take a scroll through its tag: #a-doe-eyed-love
Currently being updated every other week.
(was weekly, but real life is kicking my ass... sorry.)
Here's what's posted now:
Prologue
Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3
Chapter 4 || Chapter 5 || Chapter 6
Chapter 7 || Chapter 8 || Chapter 9
Chapter 10 |
It's also on AO3! Take a look here.
(If you want early access to some chapters, they usually go up here first!)
Here are my "Smutober" works! (18+ only!!!)
My main OC is Loretta (Lori) Moore!
Her tag is #oc: Lori Moore if you want to listen to me ramble or stare at what little art of her I've made.
I hope you enjoy this project of mine!
Please feel free to interact! Ramble in the asks, or comments! I would die for anyone to leaves likes/kudos!
The distant sound of glass clinking together and the creak of old bare branches drew her attention, and she looked past him. What she found pulled her in, dragging her away from Arthur silently, feet light on the grass as she made her way through the scrub, eyes turned skyward in awe.
A massive oak spread out into the sky above her, gnarled and almost bare, the sparse leaves already turning gold and orange with the coming fall. Weathered, worn ropes looped from branch to branch, draped and pulled taught, criss-crossing through the skeletal reach. From long drags of cord and twine, bottles of every imaginable size and shape were tied, scattered through the sky and glittering with the sun. As the dry wind carried through the tree, the bottles swayed and the sound of tiny tolling bells filled the air around her like she was caught inside a massive wind chime.
"Arthur, this is amazing," she called, "and you just found it like this?"
"Sure did. Was ridin' through to Emerald Ranch, 'n heard it 'fore I saw it; thought it was really somethin'. Could tell whoever went through all this effort had been usin' it as target practice — the trunk of that tree is prob'ly more lead 'n wood at this point. Figured why let their hard work go to waste?"
Lori let out a giggle, spinning slowly under the boughs, watching the shine of yellow sunlight bounce off glass and beryl blue. "Seems a shame to shoot it all down."
"Maybe we'll leave some then. 'S up to you," Arthur said, ambling up behind her. "Practice 's only half the excuse anyway, felt you needed a bit of time away from twenty other people all starin' at'cha when you ain't feelin' like yourself."
"And you believe I'm not?" she turned to him, finding him standing just out of the circle of broken shade with his hands resting on his belt buckle.
"You c'n tell me if I'm wrong, but I ain't seen you cry at anythin' before; you tend t' keep everythin' under control, whether you ought to or not," Arthur said, easing himself down to sit on a large rock nearby, stretching his legs out in front of him.
Lori strolled over to join him, wandering through the brush behind the seat he'd picked. He heard her sigh, but didn't turn to look at her, just sat in silence listening to the arid rush of the dry grass around them, the snap of stem and twig, and the rustling of leaves.
"I think being with you— all of you... it’s been chipping away at all that propriety I grew up with,” Lori said, a coarse contemplation in her tone. “I don't care as much anymore, what people might think. Because look around me! No one really hides anything; when they're happy, they show it. And when they're angry they show it just as readily. Why shouldn't I too?"
"Feel like I should be proud of ya," Arthur chuckled. "Either that or I oughta be mournin'. Might not’ve changed if it weren’t for us, an' I ain’t sure you c'n ever go back to bein’ that ‘society lady’ you were before."
"Oh I wouldn't mourn for her, poor girl wasn't really living anyway," Lori said somberly.
"Well, then I'm curious who we'll end up with instead."
Arthur had a small tin of tobacco out, settling in to roll a cigarette when Lori walked back into his vision, holding something out to him. He set his things to the side and offered a cupped palm, glancing up at her but having to look away because of the bright sunlight that haloed around her head, shining through the wild waves of her wind-tossed hair.
A generous handful of ripe red raspberries dropped into his hand, a few of them soft and glittering with spilled juices. Picked at their best, the burst of tart and sweet across his tongue mingled with the serene scenery, mixing into a soul-deep warmth he rarely felt.
Lori sat on the rough stone next to him, popping a berry into her mouth and humming at the taste. "I'm curious too, if I'm honest," she said after a moment. "I'm still learning who I am without all the city smoke in my lungs. I hope you like whoever she ends up being."
"I don't think you have 't worry whether I'll like who you end up bein', Miss Moore. It'll still be you." Arthur turned to look at her.
She was radiant. The sunlight made her dark eyes look like honey, warm and rich and beautiful. Against the blue sky she was golden; her soft, smooth skin washed with a warm blush across her cheeks, her lips bitten pink, reddened by the raspberries.
Arthur found himself wondering if she would taste of just those berries, or of something more, if he kissed her then.
Then he blinked, shocked by the thought itself.
Unbidden.
Unwelcome?
...Perhaps not.
The realization that it wasn't was just as surprising, and he shut down that train of thought as quickly as he could, not wanting to find where those tracks led.
Alright y'all, this girlie is sick as a dog and I can hardly string three words together to make a sentence, let alone 1 to 2k of smut per day.
I'm going to keep trying, but I will not be able to give you every day of Smutober like I wanted to. I might get one or two more, I might get nothing - depends on how quickly I can recover...
The response to my smutober fics has been lovely, truly amazing. Thank you to anyone who ever liked or reblogged or sent in an ask - you're all wonderful.
Keep an eye out for more from me, but I just can't promise anything while I feel this sick.
Lori is just too addicting and Arthur can’t help but want to feel her one more time.
Arthur had already found his pleasure, spilling across Lori’s skin and the golden curls between her legs, but he only caught his breath for a second before thrusting his still-hard cock back into her slick channel.
She’d come once already too, and her sensitive walls stretching around him again wrenched a sharp cry from her lips.
Sweat stung on his back as she dug her nails into his shoulder blades and down the length of his spine, trying to find purchase in the sudden flood.
“God, y’ feel so good...” Arthur panted, drawing his hips back slow, savoring the fading pulse of her cunt, then thrusting forward again.
The fire burning away at his nerves blazed hotter, bordering on pain, but he chased the sparks regardless, leaning over her so his pelvis ground down against her clit each time he buried his cock to the hilt.
“Come again f’r me,” he rasped. “Need ya to — didn’t get to feel you come, need to feel you, please.”
“Arthur —” she could only chirp out his name before the blunt head struck the end of her channel, jolting her breath out of her lungs and the rest of her words scattered.
He shifted where he was looming over her, angle changing as he braced his weight on one hand; the other caressed over her ribs and up to cup her breast, feeling the weight of it bounce as he pounded into her, brushing over her nipple with his thumb and watching her face.
Lori's golden blonde brows pinched together, and her breath caught. But it wasn’t enough for him, he needed to feel her shatter. They had come together, but he didn’t dare spill inside her. He missed the throb of her pussy sucking him in when he pulled out, and something desperate inside him was starving for that feeling.
His hand slid across her sweat-soaked skin, over the rise and fall of her chest as she panted in the humid air, over her soft belly and down. The seed he had left there slicked beneath his fingertips as he went, smearing pearlescent lines across her hip bones. It had soaked into the thatch of hair, and when he drew his thumb through the curls he collected the shining fluid; his first touch against her clit was slippery and smooth and Lori gasped like she’d touched a livewire.
“Yes, ah— yes darlin’, that’s it,” Arthur moaned, feeling her clench down around him.
“Oh fuck!” Lori squeaked, head thumping back to the sheets, lashes fluttering as she looked up at him.
Their eyes met, and Arthur couldn’t stand the distance. He leaned down, claiming her lips with his hungrily, working narrow circles around that little pearl so she got tighter and tighter —
Lori sobbed, breaking away from the kiss as she came unraveled, bliss spreading through her in ribbons.
The fire burning within Arthur erupted, the sound he made was ragged, almost wounded, as she came and he felt her walls pulling him in with an all-consuming pulse. It took effort to push himself deeper, the clutch of her greedy channel was almost too tight to let him move, and his hips were dragged to a stop, each thrust slower than the last as he lost steam.
Every shudder that worked its way through Lori passed to him, and he shivered violently as he was ravaged by too much to feel at once.
She reached up toward him, resting her hands against his cheeks, carefully pulling him down to kiss him again.
“I love you,” she whispered against his mouth.
His hips rocked forward.
Sensitivity ripped a whine from his throat. He thrust again anyway.
“Love you...” he mumbled. “Wanna feel you —” Another wave of oversensitivity cut his words off with a whimper.
“Arthur, you can stop, sweetheart,” Lori urged, voice tight as she spoke through the rush of her own pleasure.
“No,” Arthur blurted out, shaking his head vehemently. “Just need to feel it. Need t’ feel you.”
The hand set between her thighs hadn’t moved, still poised to toy with the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her folds. So he did.
She loved him.
“Again —” Arthur choked out. “Please, darlin’, please.”
She loved him, and it felt like kerosene. It was real, and it was burning at him with no way to put out the flame. She loved him and she meant it and he would smolder to ash if he couldn’t feel proof of what he did for her one more time.
“Need ya to, need to feel you come — need to make you come again...” he rambled in jagged whispers.
She loved him, and he’d show her how much that meant.
Every thrust into her soaked cunt filled the room with the wet sound of skin on skin. She was drenched, dripping onto the sheet below her, so alive with pleasure she couldn’t contain it, cries, moans, gasps of his name all spilling out from her lips.
This was how much she loved him. She trusted him to take her apart, and put her back together again.
He trusted her enough for the same.
“Arthur! I’m— oh god, I’m—”
“Please,” he begged. “Please, please, please—”
Threads snapped.
For Lori, it was the tension that had been building low in her belly, deep inside her.
For Arthur, it was the tether to his sanity.
He no longer controlled his body, his mind was lost in the white-hot flare behind his eyes, the pleasure that was laced with pain that screamed at him. Shaking arms gave way, dropping him to his elbows, and he buried his face in the crook of Lori’s neck as he moaned because he couldn’t find the power to lift it. His hips rolled against hers, desperately trying to bury his cock as deeply as he could, but it wasn’t a conscious desire to be closer, it was something primal he just couldn’t rein in.
There was a ringing in his ears he hadn’t heard until Lori’s voice started to filter through it.
“Sweetheart? C’mon dearest, come back to me,” she was saying.
Arthur lifted his head to meet her eye, finding concern in her dark gaze.
“A bit... much?” she asked with a soft, satiated smile.
“Easy, darling,” Lori murmured, cradling Arthur’s jaw in her hands and prying him off of her neck like he was a vampire.
They were sitting in the privacy of his tent, her on his lap with her legs spread wide to accommodate his bulk as he held her close, arms wrapped around her like thick chains.
“I don’t think we want a repeat of last time, I had to wear high collars to hide that mark you left for a week,” she said.
Arthur didn’t respond to her reminder with words, just with fervor, shivering under her touch and pushing his way through her grip to return his lips to her skin, shortly followed by the slightest hint of teeth.
“I mean it,” Lori laughed, taking her face in her hands again. “It’s hotter than hell out here, I’m not gonna button up all the way to my chin to hide another one.”
He groaned as he let his head roll on his shoulders, tearing himself away from the taste of summer sweat and her.
“Well what’s the harm in showin’ the world that you’re mine?” he complained.
A deep pink blush spilled across Lori’s cheeks as she stuttered for a moment, stumbling over too many sentences at once.
“It’s— that’s not— I can’t just— you can’t just— I mean—” she stammered, and a slow grin spread across her lover’s face at her flustered expression. “It’s not proper,” she finally got out. “This sort of ... activity isn’t one to be showing off, telling everyone about.”
“An’ why not? Some... made up societal rule?” Arthur scoffed. “We're a long way from anythin’ civilized out here, sweetheart.”
“I know, but it’s... it's private, it feels wrong to flaunt that kind of thing,” Lori tried to explain, biting at her lip.
“There ain't flaunting nothin’,” he disagreed. “It’s... staking a claim.”
“Arthur!” she chided his metaphor.
“Well it is!” he said with a deep chuckle, settling more comfortably with his back against the side of the munitions wagon behind him. “When I get to see you walkin’ around with my marks on you it’s... security. Means I know that any other bastard out there lookin’ at you knows you're spoken for. Knows you're mine.”
“No one's looking at me like I'm available in the first place,” Lori challenged.
“You oughta be more aware of your surroundings, sweetheart, ain't I taught you that?” Arthur said reproachfully, frowning lightly at her.
“Then what about you? If it’s about making sure ‘interested parties’ stay the hell away, I should be marking you up,” she asserted, poking him in the sternum.
“It was a damn miracle this ugly mug didn’t scare you off, there ain’t any other parties,” Arthur said, rolling his eyes.
She was pressed close enough to him that she could feel the subtle twitch in his jeans despite his casual dismissal, and an idea whispered at the back of her mind.
Before she acted on it, she combed her fingers through his hair for a few seconds, studying him closely for any real venom in his self-deprecative words. Finding more humor than bitter truth in his tone, she cupped her hands against the hinge of his jaw, brushing her thumbs along his lower lip then sweeping them underneath his chin. Holding him like he was delicate, she tipped his head back, and he went easily.
The kisses she started with were searing, like her lips were hot enough to leave marks on their own, and Arthur groaned, grabbing at her hips like he needed the anchor. As she moved down his neck, she felt his jaw go slack, panting in an effort to take in enough oxygen to fuel the fire she was sparking in his chest.
Blindly, Lori started to undo the buttons on his shirt, tugging the collar to the side when she got it halfway open. Even knowing it was coming, he jolted at the swift flash of pain as she sank her teeth into the slope of his shoulder, right where it met his neck. She soothed the angry skin with a swipe of her tongue, licking over the small mark.
One of Arthur’s hands wove into her hair at the nape of her neck, the other smoothed under the hem of her chemise to palm her ass. Both held her, pinned her against him. He could brush it off as much as he wanted, his body betrayed how much he wanted this.
Lori's fingertips rested lightly on the strong line of his jaw bone, not as a command to turn his head away, more as a suggestion; but Arthur listened eagerly, a dog with a new trick, eager to please and prove obedience, tipping his head to the side to expose as much of his neck as he could.
“Ain’t afraid to use those fangs then, are ya?” he moaned, his posture slouching as he tilted his hips to press harder against her.
“Aw they hardly left any mark at all,” Lori fussed, leaning back to look at her handiwork with a pout. “This won’t tell anyone that you’re mine.”
“Jesus —”
“Guess I’ll just have to bite a little harder,” she whispered, smirking as she draped her arms around his shoulders.
Arthur could feel her sharp smile against the tendon by his throat, and knew exactly what he was in for.
Lori returned to that same point, latching her lips over it and sucking harshly; at the same time, she ground her core down against the hard line of his cock still trapped behind his jeans.
He writhed under her as she worked her mouth and teeth against his skin, darkening her claim on him. With the way he was panting when she leaned back again, he could’ve run to Saint Denis and back and she’d never know the difference.
This time it was much more satisfying. Beneath his collar, Arthur’s skin was much paler than what spent so much time exposed to the sun, and it bruised a beautiful shade of violet, standing out starkly in the low light.
“There we go,” Lori hummed, looking pleased with her work. “That leaves a pretty clear picture, doesn’t it?”
“Christ alive, angel, you sure you ain’t part cougar?” he rasped, but the smile curling the corners of his lips was telling.
“Consider it me marking my territory,” Lori chuckled, tinged dark with lust and arousal. “I need them all to know you’re mine, and only mine.”
The world spun around her suddenly, as Arthur rolled them both, laying her out on the cot and looming over her.
“Then I’m sure you won’t mind if I return the favor,” he purred in her ear.
She’d have to decide come morning if she’d hide his marks away, or if maybe this rule was meant to break.
Because I’m trying to catch up, I’m going to make these all a bit shorter. Not all of them will be as tame as this one I hope!
Hey there! Apologies for the anon, as I lurk around here, I'm afraid to say, because I'm frightened of my own shadow online, but since I saw you're down in spirits I wanted to say that I look forward to your writing! You have one recurrent reader at the very least, as I keep checking the tags I'm always excited when your name shows up. (I'll gather the courage to hopefully be more engaging, apologies for that). Nevertheless, here in the background, your shy faithful reader.
I also love Lori, she resides in my mind's canon of the world now, she fits so very well! You also capture the characters voices very well, and I love your writing cadence.
Thank you for sharing your writing! I hope you're safe, wishing you all the best and joy in the world <3
Excuse me as I openly weep.
Thank you so so much! I needed this - I have been discouraged recently, and your message came at the perfect time.
Your love for my girl means the world to me! (She fits into the world canon? Are you kidding??? That's the highest praise I could ever hope for.)
Thank you! I may or may not be willing to die for you, anon.
The feelings are there but the bodies are too tired. After some rest, though, Lori picks up where they left off.
To say that it had just been a ‘long day’ was underselling it to the point of being criminal.
Crops had needed harvesting, and it was the season where everything, of course, finished ripening all at once. There wasn’t enough hours in the day to get it all gathered — and that still would've been true even if the fence keeping in the sheep hadn't broken and the sheep hadn't all escaped mere minutes before the wagon arrived with the workers Lori had arranged to come sheer said sheep that were now loose in the pasture.
The only time that Lori got to see Arthur during the day was when they had to work together to get the dumb animals back where they belonged and the fence repaired, and before they could even say a word to each other, John called for Arthur’s help with a stallion they were breaking, and Lori had to dash off to convince the shearers not to leave yet.
By the time they both flopped onto their bed, it was almost a reunion.
“If I’m bein' honest...” Arthur sighed, “I think the days were easier when all I was doin’ was gettin’ shot at.”
Lori scoffed out a single exhausted laugh. “And to think, this is exactly what we wanted.”
The laugh he let out in response was warm, rumbling so deeply she could almost feel it through the mattress.
“Guess you’re right about that, we asked for it, got no one t’ blame but ourselves...” he rolled to his side with a groan and propped himself up onto one elbow to lean over her. “And I wouldn’t have it another way f’r all the money in the world. Finally right where I wanna be.”
Despite the bone-deep fatigue pulling her lids down, she grinned up at him. “Me too,” she said, and took his face in both her hands. “At least picking corn is easier than patching you up after a gunfight.”
Arthur pulled her close with an arm wrapped around her waist, dropping his head down low to kiss her.
She nipped at his lower lip gently, relishing in the smell of fresh clean earth and straw that lingered on him, instead of the gun oil and iron that had been so common while they ran with the gang. That’swhat she’d always wanted, really. Peace, safety. Everything else was just a happy addition.
In response to her energy, Arthur deepened the kiss, rolling further so he was braced above her, propped on both elbows with a knee between hers.
Once his lips started wandering, clearly traveling with a destination in mind, it became clear that Lori was starting to fade, as her head lolled to the side and her breathing deepened, slowing to the point that Arthur wondered if she'd fallen asleep.
Pulling back from her neck, he watched her jump like she was caught napping in church.
“Dammit...” she muttered, cringing at her own faux pas, rubbing at her eyes and giving Arthur a chagrined look. “Sorry dearest.”
“Either you're tryin’ t’ tell me I'm boring as hell, or maybe we oughta just head off to sleep,” Arthur joked.
“Life with you is everything but boring. I think it's testament to my exhaustion that your intentions didn't manage to wake me up...” Lori said, the tired syllables starting to slur together by the end of her sentence. “I'll try and stay awake for you, though, we can —”
“Nah, sweetheart, you need the sleep,” Arthur cut her off. “We both do. Ain't like we don't have tomorrow.”
“The potatoes aren't done,” Lori disagreed. “We have to finish the harvest tomorrow.”
Arthur groaned, dropping his head heavily on her shoulder, then lazily pitching sideways off of her with a huff.
“Day after?” he asked toward the ceiling.
“We’d be so lucky...”
“Well... later, then,” Arthur declared. “Don't matter when, so long as I'm this tired, I can be patient.”
Lori half-heartedly smacked him with the back of her hand. “Insatiable dog of a man you are,” she giggled. “On the closest side of ‘later’, then, I'll hold you to it.”
“I'm bettin’ on it,” he chuckled. “Now sleep, darlin’, we got another long day comin.’”
Exactly how long the day would be became clear when she woke up and the sun wasn’t even over the horizon yet. The sky was barely starting to lighten, there was no clear reason for her to be awake at all.
She stretched, repositioning to sleep on her back. Arthur let out a low huff when she leaned against him as she went, still fast asleep. It was rare for her to be up before him, he usually woke her first, just for a few seconds to kiss her forehead and tell her he was heading out to start on the chores, then he left her to fall back asleep. Perhaps she was just so used to it that she was starting to wake herself, waiting for that ritual. But this time, it was her who got to wake him, and a sluggish wave of heat flushed underneath her skin when she thought about how she could wake him in return.
She shuffled under the covers, watching her husband’s serene face for any evidence he was waking before she wanted him to, and only when she was draped against his side did she brush her hand up his chest, raking her fingertips through the hair that covered the pale skin, scratching back and forth until she saw his expression shift and breathing change.
“Good morning, love,” she whispered.
Arthur hummed, voice catching in his throat from lack of use, hand coming up to hold hers against his sternum before his eyes cracked open.
“It’s a mornin’, at least,” he greeted.
“If it's not good yet, I can change that,” Lori purred, slipping her hand from beneath his, trailing down his stomach, following the thicker line of hair that led like an arrow to his cock, soft against his thigh for the moment, but she hoped to change that.
“Well ain't you feisty, guess I'll keep outta your way,” Arthur chuckled sleepily.
Lori took his dick in her hand, starting to stroke lightly, pausing only to lick across her palm to make her touch slick enough to glide easily over his velvety skin.
Pieces of their conversation from the previous night drifted back, and she grinned where her cheek was pressed against his shoulder.
“I did say I was going to hold you to it when you said ‘later’ didn't I?”
Arthur's gentle laugh in reply was cut off with a groan as she sped up her hand, now that his cock was filling out in her hand.
The pre-dawn light spilled into the quiet room as Lori continued to work him over, the comforting silence broken only by the occasional bitten-back moan, and the eventual sound of her fist on his length.
It wasn't long before she could feel the tremble in Arthur’s thighs as he had to hold himself back from thrusting up into her hand.
“Fair play, sweetheart, your turn,” he murmured after a moment, turning to his side to face her.
His hand landed first on her hip but slid over her soft skin without pausing to delve between her thighs. Lori smothered the moan he drew out of her when he sank one finger into her cunt immediately, locking her lips with his.
They built each other up slowly, patient in the lazy morning. When Arthur pulled his hand away and shifted her, wrapping an arm around her back and dragging her closer, one leg over his hip, it felt natural, not eager or overexcited. His cock pushing into her was slow, enough that she could feel every inch as it filled her, to wrap her mind in something warm and consuming. She sighed as he seated himself fully, reveling in the fullness and intimacy.
“Aint ever gonna get used to this...” Arthur breathed, gripping her ass to haul her just a little further onto him and holding her there.
Neither would she. Not only the feeling of him inside her, but the peace of a morning spent with him, of the busy days that gave them this life.
She rolled her hips, feeling him shift and moaning at even that little movement, the stimulation somehow feeling brighter in this moment. The smallest twitch rubbed her clit against her pelvis, lighting little sparks along her nerves.
Their bodies moved like waves breaking on the shore, a relentless roll, undulating against each other to draw out the pleasure. Neither wanted to allow any space between them, Arthur’s arms enircled her, and her leg wrapped around his thigh flexed with every rock of their hips to keep his cock buried to the hilt as her inner walls tightened around him.
“Feel so good,” Lori whispered between slow kisses, “I love you so much.”
“Fuck— love you too, angel, so goddamn much...”
His smooth movements started the roughen, stuttering in the roll of his muscles.
Lori could tell she was close, but the feeling wasn't a desperate tight coil or a cliff edge, it was a deep, swelling love, more like a welcome heavy blanket around her.
When she heard Arthur gasp, felt the solid column of his cock twitching within her and the flood of warmth, she broke right alongside with him. Ribbons of ecstacy unfurled in her chest, spreading through her limbs, all the way out to her fingers, a weightlessness sweeping her upward as they came together.
She sighed as her mind settled back into itself, cocooned in Arthur’s arms, cradled against his chest. The rhythm of his breaths slowing started to lull her back toward sleep, and, as she glanced out the window and saw grey sky but no sun still, she let herself nod off once more, with the comfort of Arthur's cock still buried in her core.
I'm aware that quality is rapidly declining with each new day, I had a good head start at one point but I'm not writing these literally the night before and only have time for one very fast proofread before setting it up to post. I'm trying, I swear...
The mood strikes in the most unlikely of places. Often.
There were many things that Lori never imagined would be so commonplace in her life – not with the way she was raised, the weight of society she had always assumed would rest on her shoulders forever. But with Arthur, everything was different. She found a love she didn’t think she was capable of, a love so visceral it wiped everything else away, including the propriety that had hung over her head well into her teens.
Which, of course, meant there were a great many things that she no longer felt the need to hide behind closed doors, even after they had doors of their own to close instead of tent flaps.
Arthur’s heavy footfalls on the hard-packed stable floor behind her was Lori’s only warning before she was wrapped up in his arms and spun around like a ballerina on a stage. She had a moment to giggle, but the room hadn’t even stopped moving around her before he claimed her lips with his, tasting the laughter there.
“Hello to you too, dear,” she chuckled as she leaned her head back to look at him.
By his face, she’d never know he’d even heard her, his eyes stayed locked intently on her lips, pupils blown wide and hungry. Instead of responding, Arthur dipped his head down to kiss her again, cupping the back of her neck with one warm palm to keep her from moving away again. When his tongue slicked across the seam of her lips, she gasped, letting him in more than willingly. He was ravenous, mouth heavy and insistent against hers, hands clinging to her and pulling her closer, but it was never close enough. In his effort to press himself closer, he ended up pushing Lori back until she bumped up against the low wall of Pandora’s stall, making the mare inside lift her head and snort.
“What on earth has gotten into you?” Lori asked without a single hint of complaint in her voice.
“Jus’ need you,” he answered simply, caging her in with his hands on the wood behind her. “Will you let me have you? Here?”
“It’s the middle of the day and we’re in the stable, Arthur,” Lori laughed. “You really can’t wait until we’re in our nice big bed tonight?”
He merely shook his head, stepping forward to settle his hips against hers so she could feel the hard line of him through his trousers.
“Well alright —”
Arthur’s head lifted at her acceptance, an elated spark bright in his eyes, but Lori held up a finger to stop him in his tracks.
“— But I’m not getting splinters in my back, so you have to find somewhere nice to put me down.”
Before she was even done speaking, he had pried her off the wall and into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist to carry her toward the back of the stable hallway, lips on hers the whole way. Long strides covered the distance quickly, and Arthur seemed to know exactly where he was going despite being entirely caught up in kissing Lori senseless.
The smell of summer-warmed hay filled her nose as he moved to put her down, the delicate way he handled her juxtaposed against the rough surface beneath her. Sharp blades of straw poked at her skin through the thin cotton of her shirt, but she couldn’t care about that when callused hands were sliding up her thighs underneath her skirt, hooking into the waistband of her bloomers and shucking them off.
Lori’s head spun from the breathlessness and sudden rush of blood starting to warm the space between her thighs. Arthur sticking two fingers in his mouth, slicking them with his spit before diving beneath her skirts again certainly didn’t help her catch the breath she was missing. His touch against her clit set fire to already smoldering nerves and Lori bucked her hips up into his hand in a wanton display that would’ve shamed her if it had been anyone but him.
Arthur built her up with quick circles around that little bud until she let out a sharp whine, then he slid those fingers down, catching at her entrance long enough to feel the pooling arousal; one pushed in, painless and smooth from his ministrations. One quickly became two as he worked her open hurriedly.
“Openin’ up so good f’r me,” he purred against her lips, as if it wasn’t his influence that was drawing out her eagerness.
A moan spilled from Lori’s throat when he slipped a third finger in carefully, tucked up against the other two before spreading, the stretch building to a low burn as he moved them within her. Something was pulling tight low in her belly, a coil tightening with every crook, but it didn’t have the chance to snap before Arthur pulled his hand free and wrestled momentarily with belt buckles and buttons. The emptiness was agony, and she quickly gathered her skirts higher to make it that much easier when he freed his rigid cock, stroking it twice with her fluids on his hand and lining up.
Golden blonde hair caught and tangled on the ragged edge of the hay bale as Lori’s head tipped back, neck exposed to Arthur’s lips. He could feel her moan shaking in her throat as he rocked his hips forward, burying his cock into her taut pussy.
Her mind was alight with the hot flood of pleasure, sparked through like stars with points and pricks of pain — their haste leaving her tight and the burn of him entering her flaring brighter than usual. The momentary pause he took when he was seated to the hilt in her cunt was both blissful and torturous, and Lori was thankful he'd granted that reprieve to allow her walls to accommodate him as much as she wanted to feel him take her apart.
“So good...” Arthur groaned into her skin. “Too damn good to me, lettin’ me fuck you in a damn barn. Jus’ couldn't wait, needed this – needed you.”
It was then that Lori realized how much he'd freed her from the constraints she grew up in, and she grinned up at him.
“Haven’t fucked me yet, dear,” she said, and purposefully clenched around him. “How about we fix that?”
The freedom to enjoy her pleasures whenever, and wherever, they came was even more readily felt within the walls of their home — a place that was so undeniably theirs, built with their own hands from the ground up. The whole house was a haven.
So when Arthur grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down onto his lap where he was sprawled on the couch in the sitting room, she was already on board before she even saw the telltale look in his eye that said he wanted her. She already knew where it would end, and she hitched her skirt up to her thighs as she sat down, moving to straddle his lap before he even hinted at the suggestion.
“Dearest husband, what ever could be on your mind?” she sang, tapping a finger on her cheek as she pretended to think.
Arthur cracked a lopsided, wry grin, squeezing her hips in his hands. “You don’ want me t’ actually answer that, sweetheart,” he assured her.
Lori just leaned down, dropping a kiss to his temple before murmuring in his ear.
“I’ve had your cock on my mind all day, it couldn’t be worse than what I’ve been imagining you doing to me.”
All of the breath in Arthur’s lungs rushed out in a wheeze, and Lori could feel his length twitch almost violently, even through the layers still between them.
“C’mere, minx,” he muttered roughly, reaching up and grabbing her face in his hands and dragging her down into a kiss.
While she was consumed by his embrace, tongue sliding against his as she chased it into his mouth, he turned them, carrying her down as he turned them and laying her on the couch beneath him, her hair and her skirts splayed out against the rich material.
Lori’s giggle broke off in a light gasp as Arthur found the slick heat between her legs, but her smile only got wider as her eyes slipped closed.
His hands were always rough, callused from the years of hard work that had given them this dream of theirs, and she swore she could read his history in them — not on his palms, but in the way he touched her, the sink of his fingers into her core. He didn’t waste time, and the thoughts vanished through Lori’s mind like water through a sieve. The last one to drift away on the waves of pleasure was how this life was beyond what a younger her had even dreamed possible.
Things she had known from the start she would do not out of obligation but out of joy if she ever found love were made better. Bolder, more wild than she thought she could be. She had a life where she could spend the day baking a pie just because she felt like it. After everything she’d lived through, she had that.
Arthur still found a way to make it something more, finding her in the kitchen on a sunny Sunday afternoon, flour on her hands as she flattened out a pie crust.
“Lookit you makin’ somethin’ sweet f’r us. Ain’t I lucky?” he said, coming up behind her and kissing her cheek.
“We have more apples than we could ever possibly eat,” she chuckled. “Had to do something with them.”
“Was a good year for ‘em, that’s for sure,” Arthur agreed, reaching over her shoulder to snag one of the sweetened slices from the pile.
Lori halfheartedly swatted at his hand, but he made up for it by offering her the first bite, her lips just brushing against his fingertips when she bit into the crisp flesh. She could hear him lick the sugar off his skin from behind her, and expected him to move on with his day then, but instead he leaned against her, pressing her lower belly to the edge of the work table.
“Might be wantin’ somethin’ a little sweeter,” he murmured, hands coming to rest on the outside of her upper thighs, starting to rouche up her skirt.
“Oven’s already hot, Arthur, I don’t have time —”
“Oh, you don’t have to do a thing, sweetheart, you keep workin’, I won’t get in your way.”
She paused, and ultimately her curiosity won out.
“Well you better not, I want this pie done before dinner,” she said.
Arthur scrambled to pull half of her skirt up out of the way, lifting it all the way up to her hip, holding it out of the way with one hand while the other slipped deftly into her underclothes, over the thatch of blonde curls and down, hunting for the sweet clutch of her cunt.
Lori tried to focus, she really did. All she had to do was get the pie dough rolled out thin enough and get it draped over the rest of the pie waiting in the pan nearby. It was mindless work. Simple. But as soon as the pad of one broad finger rested on her clit and swirled, she forgot she had anything to focus on aside from that feeling. It took every ounce of her willpower, doing her best to ignore her lover’s touch, to mechanically work through the next steps, but it was only a minute before there was just too much pleasure coursing through her veins. Her hands stopped their work, dropped what they were holding and gripped the edges of the table top instead.
“Oh god, Arthur!” she mewled, her hips canting back, legs spreading wider to give him room.
He must’ve appreciated it, as he curled his hand further and pushed one finger into her depths, crooking it to press against the front of her walls before pulling it out and coming back with two.
At some point, Lori would have to admit that he knew her too well, that how quickly he could bring her to her knees — almost literally — was unnerving. He could undo her like this, with only one hand. That’s all it took because she was impossibly receptive to him and him alone.
“C’mon, my sweet girl, come for me?” Arthur purred in her ear, hooking his chin over her shoulder, holding his free hand low over her stomach to hold her against him as she started to sway on her feet, chasing the building fire in her core. “Need you to come, sweetheart, jus’ let go...”
“God!” Lori barked out a harsh cry, and then the only thing keeping her standing upright was Arthur’s hands as she came, shuddering, cunt clamping down on his fingers.
“Aaat’s it,” he groaned, pride dripping off his lips. “There we are...”
As she started to float back down from the clouds, he stroked against her walls for a few more gentle thrusts of his hand, making her groan before he slipped himself free. Once he was sure she was stable on her own feet, he patted her on the hip with the hand that had been holding her upright, stepping around her with a swagger to his steps.
Lori was still catching her breath when she met his eye, and he held her gaze boldly as he stuck those fingers in his mouth and sucked them clean.
“That hits the spot, sweet as sugar,” he grinned, giving her a wink as he paraded away.
The humor and the joke was everything she wanted, proof that weight had been taken off of his shoulders for long enough he was standing stronger than ever.
She rushed through finishing the dessert in front of her, half-heartedly crimping the two halves of the pie together before she threw it in the oven, chasing after her husband.
“You have half an hour to finish what you started, Arthur!”
Thank you to everyone who voted in the poll! This was a fun challenge to write as quickly as humanly possible, I hope it turned out okay! It was literally proofread a grand total of once and not even by me.
The evening takes a different turn when something catches Lori’s eye, and she could never predict where it leads.
It was entirely on accident that Lori even noticed.
The mirror that spanned the length of the dresser along the wall was at just the right angle, and the movement caught her eye...
She supposed it was just as accidental that Arthur noticed her reaction too, but it wasn’t exactly subtle. A full-body shiver ripped through her, tightening her walls around his cock where it was seated within her.
“Ain’t hardly started movin’ yet, angel, you that sensitive?” Arthur said through a light groan.
“N-no... I just...” Lori had to tear her eyes away from the mirror that starkly displayed the image of Arthur’s broad body looming over hers, the muscles of his back highlighted by the flickering gas lamps along the wall. “It’s nothing, don’t stop.” She curled herself upward to wrap her arms around his neck.
With no reason not to believe her, Arthur accepted her closeness with a deep kiss, rolling his hips against hers once again. Pleasure rippled through her and she closed her eyes to savor it, feeling herself melt against him as he moved within her. The slightest burn and stretch was still present, twinging just on the right side of painful when his cock was buried to its deepest, but with each slow thrust, it lessened as she grew wetter and wetter.
Arthur’s lips wandered, leaving hers to kiss her cheekbone, scattering her freckles with feather-light affection until he reached her temple, then he drifted down, leaving one firmer kiss just in front of her ear, one at the point of her jaw, and then several down her neck. His back arched as he bent over her, hands moving to brace himself on the bed so he could lavish her collarbones and shoulders.
Lori’s eyes fluttered open — and locked onto her own gaze reflected back at her, echoing her surprise in the glass.
God it looked like he was devouring her, a beast with its head bowed to sink its teeth into waiting prey. Muscle and sinew rolled beneath his skin as his hips worked even deeper, tendons in his arms standing out as he clenched the sheets in his hands. It was primal, wild and unbroken. When she felt Arthur’s blunt teeth nip at the ridge of her clavicle, the bolt of arousal that shot through her veins felt like lightning. She let out a sharp cry, her legs clamping around his hips to clutch him closer, nails turning into claws as she scrabbled at his spine.
“Arthur please!” she breathed, though she didn’t know what she was asking for.
“Easy there sweetheart,” Arthur soothed, leaning up and pulling himself from the circle of her arms. “What’s got you so riled?”
“I'm not, it’s just... a lot,” Lori hedged, averting her gaze away from the mirror and from him.
“Barely gotten started with you, ain’t nothin’ yet,” he said, then sank down so he was resting on his elbows, laying heavily in the cradle of her hips, flattening his torso against hers but keeping most of his weight off of her. “What’s really goin’ on in that pretty mind a’yours?”
Lori couldn’t help the way her eyes darted back to the silvery reflection, taking in the soft line where their bodies pressed so close together not even light could slip through, following that horizon between his skin and hers.
She realized that she was staring again and tried to look back to Arthur before he noticed — but it was too late. His eyes had followed hers, and he was taking in the very same view.
She was beautiful and warm, spread out against the white sheets like spilled honey, tanned and summery against his paleness. Smooth. Pristine. Perfect. It made all of his imperfections stand out: the rough skin that came from a harsh life, the uneven tan and sunburnt pink, the crosshatching of white and silver scars. What hadn’t he been marred by? Bullets, blades, burns - each a permanent mark he could never erase that highlighted the vast difference between them and the lives they’d lived.
It couldn’t have been seeing that that had gotten in her head, that couldn’t have been what roused this sudden heightened pleasure.
The crease of confusion between his brows made Lori’s heart sink to the bottom of her ribs, and her skin burned with embarrassment as she turned her head completely away, covering her face with one hand.
She felt Arthur shift, the warmth of his skin leaving hers as he pushed himself upright again, but he surprised her when he eased her fingers away and replaced her hand with his, not hiding her face but lifting it.
He studied her for a moment, pupils wide in the dim light making him look hungry, more curious than puzzled now.
“You were lookin’ at us?” he asked softly.
Under the weight of his scrutiny, she could only nod.
“At... at you,” she finally whispered in the silence Arthur had no words to fill.
“At me?”
She nodded again.
Never once had Lori ever lied to him. Her body couldn’t lie to him. Not like this. Not here. He knew her too well for that, had dedicated himself to learning her every reaction and response.
It left one truth, and while it was a truth Arthur himself couldn’t believe, he had to believe her.
Gently, giving her room to refuse, he tilted her head back the other way - asking, in his silent way, to look again.
As soon as she did, golden brown eyes finding his arctic blue ones in the reflection, Arthur thrust into her heavily.
She could see the way he moved against her, the way his cock disappeared into her slick pussy, the clench of muscle in his ass and thighs as he rocked his hips forward.
There was something about watching it -- watching him while she also felt the solid column of his girth filling her, pushing against her sensitive walls, that overwhelmed her senses.
“God! Oh, fuck, Arthur!” she cried, unable to bite back the exclamation quick enough. In the mirror, she watched her own hands clutch at his arms, scratching faint lines into his skin that faded too quickly.
“That somethin’ you like, then?” Arthur murmured, staring down at her in wonder.
Lori couldn’t bring herself to respond, no more than she could bring herself to look away as Arthur’s hips rolled like a wave against hers, drawing a whimper out of her lungs.
“S’pose I don’t need t’ ask, do I?” he hummed. “Not when I can feel it. Certainly are a strange one, ain’t’cha?”
“Feels so good, Arthur, please!”
“Feels good t’be fucked by a scarred up, ugly ol’ bastard like me? Feels good watchin’ that?” he questioned, letting a little venom color his voice as he glanced over at the reflection too, his own eyes catching on the old injuries and damage that littered his skin.
She reached up and turned his gaze back toward her, shaking her head, expression softening to something sincere, though still awash with pleasure.
“You feel good. It’s you,” she corrected. “Want to watch you.”
With that honest plea, she hooked both of her thighs up around Arthur’s hips and pulled him in closer, shoving his cock further into her, making them both gasp.
“I... I don’t understand you...” Arthur breathed, truly confused by the sentiment, but he couldn’t deny the weightless feeling that was settling into his bones like a second wind.
“Please,” Lori begged. “Please, Arthur, I need you...”
Arthur couldn’t refuse her, his reservations and self-doubt cast aside immediately at the tone of her voice alone.
The pace he had abandoned he picked back up now, dragging his hands down her thighs to keep them wrapped firmly around him as he moved.
He couldn’t understand how she could feel so strongly about seeing them together like this, how she could look past the history carved into his skin and the blood on his hands, but she was dripping, each thrust of his cock into her pussy came with a wave of her arousal that coated her inner thighs.
It was undeniable.
“You wanna watch me?” Arthur asked in a whisper, and Lori’s eyes darted up to his, her blonde brows tight as she started to get lost in the pleasure. “Go’on then, see what I do to you.”
The rhythm was hypnotic, the rut of his cock into her, the rock of his body, the way her feet dangled in the air as he hooked his arms beneath her knees. The sunlight outside had given way to velvety night, and the sweat that had started to gather on Arthur’s skin shone gold in the lamps, catching copper and bronze in his hair as it swayed with his movements. Every plunge of his cock, pushing against her wet walls, filling her full, stealing her sanity bit by bit, was seared into her mind as she watched, head tipped to stare wide-eyed at the mirror.
It felt holy but looked profane, and Lori wasn’t sure if she wanted to listen to the angel or the devil on her shoulder.
“Christ sweetheart, you’re so tight...” Arthur panted, and shifted to anchor his hands on the bed, putting more force into his thrusts, stuffing his cock into her so that it would budge up against that one spot inside of her that had her seeing double, her eyes rolling back in her head as it rolled on her shoulders. “Nuh-uh, you keep watchin’ this,” he huffed, lifting one hand to cup the back of her neck, fingers tangling into her hair as he turned her face back.
He didn’t have to tell her to open her eyes - he knew she already had when he felt her cunt clamp down around him like a vice. If she was any less aroused, any less soaked, she could’ve stopped his thrusts with the sudden clench of her walls, but her fluids had covered him, coating every inch of his cock, saturating into the thatch of brown hair at his base and making a mess of his entire pelvis, so everything was slippery and slick and he didn't even slow despite the resistance.
Arthur gathered every ounce of his remaining self control and pulled out of her heat, tamping back a frustrated whine — Lori didn’t bother holding in her complaint, wordless and shrill, but short. Her dismay was interrupted as Arthur moved her, hands grasping at her hips and flipping her onto her side. It took her all of a few seconds to realize what he was doing when he picked up her leg, and she lifted it before he could so her cunt was fully on display again, shining with her arousal.
“Tha’s a good girl,” he rumbled, latching one arm around her thigh and dragging her across the bed, lining himself up hurriedly, a desperation screaming at the back of his mind to be buried in her again.
Lori almost screamed as Arthur’s cock filled her in one swift shove, the change in position bringing a new angle to his thrusts. He had her leg propped up on his shoulder, pinned against him as he leaned in to push deeper, and the stretch in her hip sparked with each pendulous thrust. His free hand handed on her hip, steadying her against the strength that threatened to send her sliding across the sheets, and she joined his hand with one of her own, tangling their fingers together.
“Want you watchin’, angel,” Arthur growled. “Want you t’ see yourself.”
Without her conscious input, her head fell to the side, finding the mirror unerringly. She didn’t even dare to blink.
Seeing him had been one thing, but the way he had positioned her left her entire body stretched out and visible in the tarnished silver, she could see everything. The way his hips slammed into hers and how that made her softer flesh ripple for a moment. How his fingers dimpled her skin when he tightened his hold to keep her in place. Every slap of skin on skin was accompanied by the bounce of her breasts, skin reddened by the rough movement and exertion.
Her expression stunned her, she would never have known that rapture looked like torture on her face, her brows arched like she was in pain, lips bitten red, loose and slack around the noises she was making. Perhaps it was torture in a way, this endless build of pleasure. Something had to snap.
“Please Arthur!” she gasped, begging for him to find that tether and break it.
The smallest shift brought it to the point of no return, her dark eyes trailing across her body for a moment before finding his as they watched her. She couldn’t look away now, consumed by the black voids barely rimmed with the familiar azure as they took in the effect that he had on her. But then he tore his eyes away from the squelching plunge of his cock into her, and his eyes met hers. His breath left him in a rush.
“Christ, lookit you...” he said, hips stuttering in their rhythm. “Come for me, sweetheart — ain’t gonna last, shit — need you to come.”
He helped her along on that goal, switching which arm held her calf against his chest and lowering his free hand between her legs to find her clit. Trigger-callused fingers swirled around that little bud, timed to the drive of his hips.
She came moments later with a scream, writhing against his touch, impaling herself that much more on his cock just to feel herself pulse around the rock hard flesh within her. That thin chord that she'd wanted to snap had been the only thing still tying her to this world, and now that it was broken she was lost in waves of heat and white light.
Arthur could only hold on long enough to extend her pleasure, wanting to see her through it but she proved to be too much. He wrenched his hips back, wrapping his hand around his slick cock, pumping twice before he spilled hot against Lori’s thigh.
Once the ragged panting breaths had eased and the two lovers had returned to their senses, they cleaned up in heavy silence, using rags and a pitcher of water provided in their room by the hotel.
Sensing a tired distance in Lori when they'd finished, Arthur crossed the room and took her face in both his hands, lifting it and lowering his head to look her in the eye. It was a common, silent check-in, but this time she didn't meet his gaze. Hers was stuck over his shoulder, and when he followed the line of sight, he saw the same tender embrace in the mirror that had started all of this.
Arthur merely chuckled once, kissed her on the forehead and trudged over to the offending furniture. Taking the frame of it in both hands, he tugged firmly, and the scrape of wood on wood as he angled it away pulled Lori from her thoughts.
She met his eyes then, as he returned to her.
“Ain't that I didn’t like it,” he promised, stopping to kiss her on the lips this time. “Just don't think I could survive another round."
“So what I'm hearing is we're putting the mirror back tomorrow,” Lori laughed.
“If you're front ‘n center? Hell, I'll move it in the morning.”
I did not personally proofread this. like. at all. my beta read is literally saving my ass right now. (i love u)
