thinking abt forcing arthur morgan into having a size kink. pointing out how much bigger he is than you all the time, using that voice when you do. pretending to be incapable of doing things that a big man needs to do. feeding him the idea until it subconsciously cements itself into his brain and suddenly he's folding you in half and losing his mind over how easily your body bends to his will. he's no longer able to ignore how tiny your cunt appears to be when his hand cups your mound, or when he stretches you on two thick and scarred fingers. gears turn in his head, ideas of what else this size difference can do for him. he starts to become partial to positions that emphasize the difference—prone bone, mating press, maybe a rendition of some type of nelson a few times just for the hell of it.
arthur hits it from the back :P
MDNI 18+
w/ ARTHUR MORGAN
you know arthur, very well at that. you know the feeling of his rough hands as they hold you still by your hips, you know the sound of his moans and groans, you know the thickness of his cock as it glides in you—the weight of him nestled completely inside of you.
but when you're fucking him like this, on your knees and taking him from the back, everything has an element of unknown added to it.
you've surrendered to him. the only control you have over this scenario is in your occasional movements of fucking yourself back onto him, a futile attempt to get even more of what you're already getting. a clear display of greed.
each time you would even try it with him, he's shutting that shit down. pulling you right back against him the first time, ass to his pelvis, and shallow fucking you as he completely restricts your movement. the second time pushing you down onto the bed using the weight of his hips, draping himself over your body and sandwiching you between two unmovable layers as he told you that you did this to yourself, sweetheart.
there's so much to this that's driving you crazy, and you know you'll continue to think about this night long after it's over.
you'll be plagued with thoughts not only concerning his control over the situation, but concerning the way he feels like a stranger at times. not being able to see him when your face is stuck in the sheets, you're forced to use your other senses to gather your bearings. listening to his cock working in and out of you with aid from your arousal. feeling him in you as he fucks you, feeling the hair on his thighs rub against the back of your legs, feeling the hair at the base of his cock tickle your ass when he shallowly massages his cock into you.
unable to see him, you clench your eyes shut and try to imagine what he looks like. remembering the sun-induced flush on his cheeks and how it'll be emphasized now, highlighting the barely visible freckles he sports. remembering the little indent right beneath the tip of his nose. struggling to recall how his eyebrows pinch together and his mouth goes slack when he's all up in your guts.
but even when he feels foreign, so much about him—and all of this—is rooted in familiarity. how his hands gravitate to pressing his thumbs into your lower back, right on either side of your spine, like opposite ends of a magnet. how he'll run a big hand down the center of your back, spreading his hand out around the base of your neck, cooing at you the entire time.
"that's my girl ... mhm, just like that for me, sweetheart. shit, wish you could see yourself through my eyes."
a few times you do try to turn around and get a look at him, but the position is too damning. aside from the fact that arthur won’t let you get a look in unless he really wants you to, with your ass in the air and your chest and face in the sheets, craning your head to the side is too much trouble than it's worth, especially when the alternative—remaining face down ass up—is too good to make it stop.
you do get lucky once though, when arthur’s voice begins to strain and his hips become sloppier, he urges you to look back at him. he pulls you up with a hand against your sternum until your back is to his chest, and with your head resting on his shoulder, you turn your gaze and lock eyes with him. only a moment later does he slip his fingers down to your bud and pulls you over the edge, and right after that he frees his cock from the confines of your cunt and jerks himself to completion over your stomach, using your eyes and your arousal coating the sensitive skin to finish himself off.
tossing and turning next to arthur morgan while he’s asleep is fine usually. he tends to be a heavy sleeper when you’re next to him. but sometimes he’ll rouse awake when your roll over yet again in search of sleep, and he’ll blearily pull you into his side while grumbling about your poor sleeping habits. you’ll try sleeping like this for a while, tucked into his side, but there’s no guarantee it helps. it is comfortable though, having strong arms securely wrapped around you, curling yourself into a large and warm body that somehow makes the smell of outside and tobacco pleasant rather than foul. his chest grumbles under your ear as he snores and he links your legs together in his sleep, too.
Sunshine, Arthur puts his hat on you when you guys are fucking btw (he likes the fact that that’s all you’re wearing, cowboy hat rule, et cetera, et cetera…)
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angel ... lets take this a step further.
i can see arthur putting his hat on you throughout the day just for shits and giggles. taking his hat off and tipping it down onto your head when you're complaining about something, pulling the brim low over your eyes just to fuck with you in a shitty attempt to get you to lighten up. or placing the worn leather on your head when you're doing something just as good as he does, maybe when you're helping him brush his horse down or when you're reeling in too many fish for him to keep count of down by the river.
anyway, when he puts his hat on you outside of this, it's casual. humorous. amicable. that bleeds into when he places the honor on your head when you're riding him.
he's breathing heavy, hands wrapped around your waist, fingertips digging deep into the skin as he just marvels at you. eyes watching your tits bounce with each roll of your hips, watching your lips as you moan and whine and bite down on them, watching your eyes flutter shut as you pleasure both of you in one go. it's such a heavenly sight above him and you're doing so good for him. he's told you so already, crooned out just how good of a job you were doing as he stroked a big hand down the center of your back.
but there's just one more thing that can cement his appreciation. sitting off to the side, having been knocked off by your eager hands as you kissed him earlier. he reaches for it blindly, his heavy hand thumping about as he searched.
you were about to ask him what the hell was he doing, but then he wrapped his hand around the crown, pressing his fingers into the dent, and he placed the accessory right on top of your head.
it slipped for a second, you had to push it down to make it hold still, and the way it sits then makes arthur lose his breath a bit. you're staring straight ahead, but the brim of the hat covers your eyes as it hangs low over your face, leaving arthur with the visual of only your nose and lips, his hat casting a shadow on your face.
arthur morgan daddy kink so real.. I just know he'd be sick like a dog that needs to be put down.. and chuckle at that and maybe mock you for it oml..
i’m picturing that face he makes where he tilts his head and he kinda smiles a bit, but it’s not a friendly smile. it’s more cocky and maybe a little intimidating … idk how much more of this i can take.
just saw a tiktok say arthur morgan grabs the headboard and so true! he often has to grab literally whatever is sturdy and near. headboard, sheets, countertop, wall light, whatever will keep him at least a little bit sane while he’s otherwise losing himself in you.
