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[lockhvrts]

RDR2 ➢ The Fine Joys of Tobacco, Ch. III

[thefloorisbalaclava]

What's your headcanons for Arthur's cock? How big? Grower or shower? etc. This is for scientific purposes I pRoMiSe!1!

Okay.

Please don’t take these at face value. I’m a bit of a size queen so yeah

He’s a show-er.

A bit longer than average and definitely thick.

And uncut (of course).

Hangs to the left.

Has a slight curve to it.

Doesn’t take much to get him hard and he can get hard again pretty quickly after he comes especially when he has sex for the first time after a long time without it.

I dunno what else to add. Arthur has a nice dick. That is all lol.

[krazyyy]

One of my favorite art pieces of yours is the ghost Arthur one! I think it's really creative and definitely stands out to me😊

Oh Im so glad you like that one, I had a lot of fun with that one. Would love to do another ghost Arthur pic in the future.

[arthurmorgan-s-heart]

Sorry about the notifications💛 I just think you're writing is great

I can think of a good few things worse than that ❤️❤️ I'm happy to see you enjoy my posts, and thank you for reblogging!!

[midnightmurdershow]

Your rdr2 gif edits are so good!

Hey, thanks! 💖 When I’m not so busy I’ll make some more

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Arthur cumming in his pants simply by having Belle sucking and kissing his neck while also grinding on him? A concept.

This is not a concept. It’s canon!

Just kidding...unless...

(NSFT)

The tension between them had been growing for quite some time now. The little looks here and there from across the campfire. Arthur was embarrassed to admit it, but just one look from Belle got him going and when all the camp had gone to bed, he was up thinking of her, sometimes running off to give himself some relief.

He didn’t know it, but Belle had been doing the same thing. She was tired of denying the fact that she was attracted to him. It had been months now and she could no longer lie to herself. She was sure something was there; a spark or whatever you want to call it. Something she hadn’t felt in a long time, and something Arthur had no time to think about.

Then the kiss happened and it was then that they realized they both felt the same way. Arthur would try to blame it on the fact that his blood was up--they had just escaped an ambush and found somewhere safe for the night. The camp celebrated quietly as Arthur went off to be on his own. Belle had found him and he wasn’t surprised. She was happier than usual and couldn’t stop giggling.

“Are you drunk, ma’am?” he asked, teasing her.

“Maybe I am...just a little.” She put her fingers up to show him just how little but he was sure it was a whole lot more. “I’m gonna kiss you, Mr. Morgan,” she said.

“You what now?”

She moved closer to him. “I’m going to kiss you.”

“What are you…” The rest of his question remained a mystery as she sat herself on his lap. He shift beneath her, hoping she couldn’t feel what was quite obvious now.

“Can I kiss you now?” she asked.

“Yes ma’am.” He was going to enjoy this now because in the morning she would regret it. As her lips touched his, his heart swelled along with something else. It had been awhile for him when it came to any kind of intimacy. He knew most of the gang believed he was celibate.

He stopped letting his thoughts wander when Belle began moving her hips on him, the warmth from between her legs settled perfectly over his crotch. He never wanted to stop kissing her, but she moved away and began kissing his neck. He wasn’t sure if she knew she was moving on him the way she was, but he was sure that it was driving him crazy. He moved his hands to his hips to try and stop her but he was weak from her kisses.

“Belle...Miss Belle...we should…” A groan escaped him as she moved in a particularly delicious way over him. She sucked on his neck and he pulled her tighter against him. His whole body shook when she began kissing the other side of his neck.

He tried to warn her. He really did. He could no longer tell if the wetness on his pants was from her or him. She moved faster on him, making the sweetest sounds he had ever heard. She wasn’t even kissing or sucking on his neck anymore, her face was just buried there as she took her pleasure against him. Where did she learn how to do this? The answer didn’t matter because when she cried out against his neck, his hips jerked up against her one, two, three times, and he was spent. The warmth spread along the inside of his union suit and soaked through to his pants.

“Arthur,” she breathed. She put her head on his shoulder and he held her, afraid and embarrassed of what she might say.

“I...I’m so sorry, Miss Belle.”

“For what?” She sat up and looked at him. He looked down and she followed his gaze. “Oh…” She smiled sweetly. “We’ll clean you up. Come on.”

“You ain’t gotta do that.” He was already humiliated.

“I want to. Besides, I have some cleaning up to do myself.” She was lucky her dress hid her mess much better than his pants would ever hide his.

“If you insist,” he said, taking her hand.

[thefloorisbalaclava]

Request: Part 2 of the last one: "Y' can't keep leavin' marks on me." "Y' weren't complain' when it was happening."

A little continuation to this

Arthur storms back into camp after being teased endlessly the entire time he was out with the others. He immediately finds Belle sitting at the campfire laughing and singing a song with Uncle. She becomes serious when she sees him making a beeline for her and stands to greet him.

“Hey--”

“C’mere,” he says quietly. He grabs her arm gently and leads her away from the campfire for privacy.

“What is it, Arthur? What’s wrong?” Belle looks over him as best as she can in the fading light. “Are you hurt?”

“No I ain’t hurt, but...” He lowers his voice and moves a little closer to her. “You can’t keep leavin’ marks on me...”

“What?” she asks.

“You know what I mean. The guys...they been givin’ me hell all day about these.” He points to his neck and she smirks. “Somethin’ funny?”

“Yes. You weren’t complaining when I was giving them to you.” She crosses her arms and looks at him confidently.

Arthur looks around then back at her. “O’ course I wasn’t complainin’ while it was happenin’.”

“Yeah and why is that?”

“Because...well...,” he stammers.

“Because you liked it.” She is right. He loves it, in fact. He loves the world knowing, seeing, that he is hers. “Nothing to say?”

“...I’m goin’ to bed,” he says.

“Can I come with you?” She follows before he answers. She knows what the answer will be. “I promise not to leave any of those on you tonight.”

“Good ‘cause I was plannin’ on leavin’ some on you this time.” Now he smirks as she trips over her own feet and regains her balance. “Keep up, darlin’,”

[krazyyy]

HIS BACK IS SO NICE

Hhhh yes omg, I wish I had a pic of his back, its ridiculousss