(title based on the track from Ashnikko’s newest album, which is actually what inspired this fic in the first place)
Pairing: Modern!Charles Smith x Modern!Arthur Morgan x F!Reader
Summary: When your boyfriends, Arthur and Charles, refuse to talk to each other because of some disagreement they had, you take matters into your own hands. Leading to a makeout session and some make up sex.
Warnings/Tags: smut, smut, and more smut!(poorly written smut at that), threesome, p in v riding, very brief missionary, unprotected car sex, public sex, a lot of making out, she/her pronouns used for reader, barely any plot which is a shocker from me, stupid and raunchy, when I say stupid I mean stupid like illogical, unserious, and unnecessarily unrealistic, my annoying ass sense of humor is oozing from this fic so be warned, I apologize but I was just having fun and hoping bee likes it, oh and both Charles and Arthur might be ooc I seriously was in a whole new universe writing this
a/n: okay so basically I’m doing this on a whim okay so woo wowee heh, is it hot in here? No but seriously I didn’t start this fic with this idea in mind nor did I even plan on posting it but I thought why not take time to show my appreciation for someone who has brought so much joy to me this year while also finishing a wip of mine at the same time! So I started this for myself but finished it for Bee, my wonderful lovely friend who has honestly been like an older sister to me these past couple of months. Thanks for listening to me and giving me so much advice, you’ve helped me feel more confident in both my writing and in myself. Might be a little silly to dedicate a raunchy, downright stupid smut fic to you but it also seems fitting. I know you’ve been obsessed with Charles as of late and i saw a few things here and there about your love for Charles x Arthur x reader🤭 so here you go @pressgforgoodgirl, this is my thank you for making this space so welcoming and for always being so sweet to me!! lastly, I hope you’ve been enjoying the holidays, feel free to update me on anything that comes to mind because I’ll forever love talking with you!! And I am so lucky that I get to exist at the same time as you!
xoxo, blaze🩷🫂🫶
“Arthur, could you hold this for me please?” You held your purse out to him, the keychains jingling as he snatched it from you. The sound always got on his nerves. He didn’t understand why you needed so many of those stupid things and that’s partly why you asked him to hold it. That and the fact that he had a very cute grumpy face. Eyebrows knitted tight together, bottom lip jutted out in annoyance. Such a stubborn brat he was, you just loved getting him riled up and putting him in his place.
You gave him a chaste smile and a pat on the shoulder before pushing the bathroom door open and heading inside. There you leaned over the sink to reapply your lipgloss, smacking your lips together to make sure both were thoroughly coated. The lid was twisted back on tightly and then you began making sure your outfit was presentable enough. While you did this a group of women walked in, giggling and whispering amongst one another.
“Did you see the look on his face?” One of them muttered as they passed by and it was immediately clear to you who they were referring to.
Was he seriously standing out there pouting?
“I did! But did you notice the other guy? He looked about ready to pounce on him!” This was accompanied by a few loud giggles before the ladies all filed into their own stalls.
Oh, you needed to get back out there. And quick.
The lipgloss was shoved back into your - oh yeah, Arthur had your purse. You groaned and stomped out of the bathroom, your outfit and makeup now the last things on your mind.
Arthur stood there with a scowl on his face. The second you reached him he shoved the purse back to you with a grunt, “Next time warn me before inviting Charles.” And then he was off and out the exit, probably to go sit in his truck and brood.
You turned to find Charles leaned up against the wall, eyeing you closely.
Damnit, he wasn’t supposed to get here until nine.
The two of them, Charles and Arthur, hadn’t been getting along lately and so now you’ve had to see them separately. They used to be inseparable, usually more in love with each other than with you. You were still unsure why they’ve been so pissed off or why they can’t just kiss and make up. Ooo, now there’s an idea…
Charles approached you and muttered a question over the club music, “He’s still in that mood?”
You side eyed him before slapping your purse against his chest and strutting off towards the exit Arthur left out of. Leaving Charles standing there confused but intrigued all the same.
The night air embraced you the second you stepped outside, your stilettos hitting the pavement with a couple loud click-clacks as you approached Arthur’s truck. The song he had blasting on the radio seeped out of the rusted vehicle.
Was that…The Subway by Chappell Roan?
It took all your willpower not to burst out laughing as you bent down to knock on his car window. That startled him and you watched with an amused grin while he fumbled to turn the dial. Seconds passed before the window was rolled down and he was leaning out of it casually, acting as if nothing happened.
“What? It’s a good song.” He shrugged.
A snort escaped you and he smiled fondly at the sound. That almost distracted you. Almost. But you had more important things on your mind.
“Listen –“
“If this is about Charles, I don’t wanna hear it.” He interrupted swiftly.
You sighed heavily, knowing just how stubborn he could be, “Arthur, please. Just tell me what’s goin –“
Someone cleared their throat behind you. A quick glance over your shoulder and you found Charles looming over you with his arms crossed and an expression on his face that said “explain yourself.”
Another cheeky smile crept up your face as you stepped to the side to give them a chance to talk, realizing too late that Arthur was already rolling his window up as fast as he possibly could. The window squeaked loudly and it took about five minutes for the thing to fully close.
You and Charles stood there in an awkward silence, watching in amusement as Arthur struggled to get the window closed. Though once he was finished, he turned the song back on even louder this time.
Charles huffed at that, “that stupid song…” he mumbled.
Damn it, these men really were the most annoyingly stubborn people you had ever met. Who sits in a pickup truck blasting Chappell Roan all alone when they could be making out with you or better yet, with Charles?
You had enough of this bullshit so you stomp back over to the front door of Arthur’s shitty car and tug it open.
“Now, Arthur Morgan, you’re gonna give Charles here one big sloppy apology kiss and I’m going to watch and enjoy it. Then we’ll all fuck in the back of this truck, y’hear?”
After that, the only thing that could be heard for a couple seconds was Chappell Roan belting her heart out.
Arthur stared up at you wide-eyed and dumbfounded, his breathing irregular. He parted his lips to maybe explain why Charles and him were acting this way but you didn’t care anymore. You put your finger up to his lips and shushed him, making sure to tug at his bottom lip as you pulled away.
“Now go on.” You stepped back and gestured wildly to Charles, who was just as silent as Arthur however his cool demeanor was cracking, a hint of a smirk forming on his lips.
Arthur approached him hesitantly, but soon his confidence returned, probably because his favorite part of the song was playing.
All that could be heard while your boyfriend’s locked lips was Chappell singing about how she got away.
And she got, she got away…… she got away, she got away……
The kiss was rapidly growing in intensity as the song came to a climax. In an instant Arthur’s fingers were tangled in Charles’ hair and their bodies were smashed together. You gasped quietly at how into it they were getting and before you knew it Charles had Arthur pinned up against the truck, his hands on his hips and his tongue practically down his throat.
A little moan escaped you while you watched Arthur grip Charles’ ass, the kiss getting sloppier by the second. It didn’t even occur to you that your purse was now lying flat on the ground beneath them, your keychains abandoned as Charles lost himself in Arthur’s kiss.
Finally they broke away from each other, their pupils blown wide and their chests heaving. The radio already playing an entirely different song.
Looks like they made up just fine.
Arthur glanced your way first, knowing damn well that you were more than eager to wreck the both of them.
Oh and you were…
The three of you barely made it to the back of the truck, clothes already trailing out of it and your purse left all alone on the cold pavement while you got situated in Charles’ lap. It wasn’t long before the both of them were lavishing you in kisses and praises and gripping onto every single patch of skin in sight.
“God, you’re gorgeous.” Arthur murmurs against your skin as Charles tosses your clothes aside. “Ain’t she just the prettiest thing, Charles?”
Charles responds with a low grunt before burying his face between your tits, all the answer either of you need.
You let out a breathy giggle, their praises and attention boosting your ego even higher.
Soon Arthur’s hand is trailing up your thigh and his fingers are teasing you. He brushes over the thin fabric of your panties in a plan to draw gasps and whimpers from you, which you only give one of. A quick, shocked gasp before you grab his wrist to tug his hand away.
“Now, Arthur. I don’t think that’s very fair.” You tut, shoving his hand towards his own crotch. Another little wicked smile forming on your face as you do. “Touch yourself. Now.”
He loved when you got like this so he wasted no time, his jeans unzipped and thrown across the front seat in one swift motion. Then his hand was wrapping around his cock without a second thought, and you watched in awe as he obeyed your command oh so eagerly.
“Mmm, good job.” You praise, finding his submission admirable and downright pathetic in the best way possible.
With Arthur doing what you asked of him you turn to focus on Charles again, who is now watching the both of you with wide eyes. He’s desperate, you can see it and you can certainly feel it.
“Aw, looks like Charles is getting impatient.” You mock while grinding down against the bulge in his pants, sending a fake pout his way.
This was the best part, how they both let you degrade and tease them without a single complaint. It was obvious they loved it, with the way they encouraged it and all.
Charles is getting impatient alright because now he’s tugging your panties to the side before asking for permission and all you can do is laugh in disbelief.
He has always been a sweet lover, in and outside of bed. And as much as you adore that side of him, you love it even more when he shows you the other sides to him, the more desperate and needy sides. You especially love when your own game is used against you.
It’s only a matter of seconds before he’s showing you just how needy he is, freeing his cock from its confines and giving you one last glance to make sure you’re ready. As soon as you nod firmly to the question in his eyes he pushes up into you without anymore hesitation. The sting is painfully delicious, causing you to tense up and lose your sense of dominance for just a minute. Your hand flies down to his shoulder, your nails dig into his skin.
“Charles! Oh fuck!” You moan as your head lolls back from the sheer force of his actions.
Charles lets out a filthy groan and so does Arthur, who is still watching from the sidelines touching himself desperately. You turn your head to him weakly while Charles drags you up and down his aching cock. You watch through a misty haze as Arthur matches the pace of his movements to the bounce of your hips.
Your eyes flutter, your jaw falls open, and for a moment you of all people are rendered speechless. Then, as if it couldn’t get any better, Arthur moves from his spot and does something unexpected. He locks lips with Charles immediately, moving his hand quicker at the sensation. Your face contorts at the sight and it’s not long before you’re leaning down to join them in a sloppy passionate makeout session. Their muffled groans and your ecstatic moans fill the heated, suffocating air inside of the dirty old pickup truck while you all move together.
Soon you’re pulling yourself away and taking over again, slamming your hips down to encourage both men to continue tonguing each other while you watch. You reach down and slap Arthur’s hand away from his cock, replacing it with your own. Their moaning increases, your body tenses up and then you’re finishing all over Charles’ cock and squeezing Arthur’s even tighter with your hand.
You’re shaking and writhing so much that you barely hear the deep chuckle coming from Arthur, who now has his fingers near your pussy. His thumb is rubbing at your clit in an instant and you are seeing stars while you claw at Charles’ chest.
“D-Don’t…fucking stop!” You cry out as both men team up on you. And you’re entirely fine with it, too lost in pleasure to even care who’s in charge anymore.
Charles hips sputter upwards one last time before he’s spilling inside you with a low groan and a curse, his grip on your waist almost painful. Then before you know it, his cock is being replaced by Arthur’s, their places now switched. You’re on your back with your legs spread wide as Arthur fucks into you vigorously and Charles touches himself at the sight.
The truck is rocking back and forth, the windows are fogged up from all of your body heat. You’re all too loud and lost to hear it, but there’s a group right outside laughing and trying to get a glimpse of what’s happening inside. Clothes are still trailing out of the half closed doors, your purse somehow still on the pavement and not stolen. Yet.
You never find out why Arthur and Charles were fighting, maybe it was jealousy or maybe just some silly argument they had. It doesn’t really matter anymore, not with the two of them fucking you like their lives depend on it. Not with them making out again and again above you, causing your head to spin and your release to find you five times all in the back of Arthur’s truck.
And somehow, even through your pleasure filled haze, you find yourself thinking that he’s definitely going to need to replace this piece of shit vehicle after all this…
2nd a/n: going back and forth between writing very poetically to writing like this is just so funny to me but I feel like that explains my personality perfectly! Anyways, I overthought this fic and spent a lot of time crying over it, deleting and retyping things, even thought of getting rid of the entire smut scene but I persisted because even if I hate what I wrote, I’m sure bee won’t💕 I hope everyone who celebrates Christmas had a wonderful day and even if you don’t celebrate, I hope your day was just as wonderful. Being apart of this community has been the highlight of the last few months of 2025 for me so thank you all and once again, thank you bee! for being a friend🥺🫶i don’t know if you understand just how much having someone to talk to meant to me. I hope I can continue talking to you about whatever the hell comes up next year, and as I stated already you can do the same with me whenever! I appreciate you and everyone else so so much!!! And now, goodnight
Edit: wait, wait, wait I almost forgot to tag @morgansroan aaaa tyyyy for asking to be tagged in whatever I post next and also thank you in general for being such a sweetheart to me! I’m usually so on top of everything but I got so nervous posting this one that I didn’t remember that you had asked. I hope you enjoy this too, even though it’s quite all over the place😭🩷
Summary : It all started with a friendly bet and ended in the night of their dreams. When Arthur and Charles make a bet to see who can get the better score in bareback bronc riding, you, a barrel racer, asked if you could get in on their bet. But the prize you’re after isn’t who will pay each other’s tab, you’re after something more physical.
Word count : 5.4k
Warnings/tags : Rodeo au, Charles and Arthur are bareback bronc riders, reader is a barrel racer, limited knowledge on rodeos (I tried my best), drinking, Charthur x reader, Arthur Morgan x reader x Charles smith, threesome, oral m & f , creampie, piv, reader gets a little cock drunk, cursing, just general filth.
The sun beat down on his neck, the dry Arizona heat was not a welcome change from the cool mountain air back in Colorado. He grabbed his handkerchief out of his back pocket, running it over the back of his neck. Wiping away the sweat that sprung up on his skin.
He had about two hours before the competition started. Which gave him time for about four more smoke breaks before it was time to get in the chute. He was grateful that bareback bronc riding was the first in the competition, he didn’t know how long he could hold off his nerves. He took another drag from his cigarette, breathing in the nicotine before letting out a deep breath.
“Arthur? Arthur, is that you?” His head shot up, a breathless chuckle leaving his lips.
“Charles?” Charles strode over to him, his chaps already tied around his thick waist. His long jet black hair tied back in a braid. Arthur flicked his cigarette butt away before Charles wrapped his arms around him. Patting his back before pulling away.
“Man, am I glad to see you here.” He laughed, shaking his head as he crossed his arms. His legs spread wide as he stood in front of Arthur. Arthur forced his gaze upwards, trying his best to ignore the beads of sweat that ran down Charles' temple and neck.
“Oh yeah, why’s that?” Arthur asked, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wooden fence. Trying to remain nonchalant, despite his racing heart.
“It’s good to have a friend cheering you on in the arena.” He smiled, that goddamned smile.
“Oh we’re friends now?” Arthur teased.
“Fuck off.” Charles laughed, shoving his shoulder. His back bounced off the fence slightly, Charles' weight pushing his back.
“Thought we were competitors, partner.” He smirked, the easy banter calming his nerves better than any cigarette.
“Oh don’t tell me you believe that bullshit.” Charles rolled his eyes, “The only competitors here are us and the damn horse lottery.” He chuckled, shaking his head.
“Ain’t that right.” Arthur nodded, lowering his head to shade his face with the brim of his hat. “Yer parents in the stands?” He asked, trying to fill the air.
“No, they’re back at home. No doubt glued to the tv.” He smiled, “Nerves getting you?” Charles asked, leaning back on the fence next to him. His head cocked in the direction of the cigarette butts on the dirt.
“Unfortunately.” Arthur grumbled, “Yer too observant for yer own good.” Charles nodded, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I remember Las Vegas,” He hummed, “You went through that whole pack before you even got in the arena.”
“I was younger then.” Arthur huffed, “And scared shitless.”
“And yet you still won the damn title.” Charles said, nudging his shoulder with his own. He could feel the heat coming off of him, hotter than the damn sun.
Arthur blushed, lowering his head as a smile spread across his lips. “Only cause you were still a rookie.” He said, glancing back up at him once the heat had cooled in his cheeks.
“C’mon,” Charles said, pushing off the wall and stepping in front of Arthur.
“Where we goin’?” He asked, following after him.
“Want to find out?” Charles smirked, glancing at him from over his shoulder. Arthur sighed, matching his pace as the two men walked along the dusty path back to where the rest of the riders were waiting. He had met Charles Smith almost four years ago, although it seemed like a lifetime ago. They had become quick friends after spending a lot of time together waiting for their turn in the arena. Both were bareback bronc riders, although if you asked Arthur, Charles was the superior of the two.
Sure, Arthur had a few championships under his belt, and if it wasn’t for the love of the sport, he’d have quit a long time ago. It wasn’t about the titles, or the money, not to him. It was about those eight seconds. The moment when it was just him and the horse under him. When time stood still.
They walked down the rows, men stood with their horses, women too. All waiting for the big event. Waiting for a chance to show off in the arena.
“So what are we doing exactly?” He asked Charles.
“Enjoying the scenery.” Charles responded, his eyes trailing down the rows of horses. Paints, Palominos, Mustangs, ready to run.
“You brought me back here to look at horses?” He asked, crossing his arms.
“I brought you to look at the best horses. Each one was bred for this, to be the best.” He said, a look of wonder flashed in his eyes.
“You are easily entertained.” He hummed, shaking his head.
“Let’s make a bet.” Charles said turning to face him, “Would that entertain you?”
Arthur thought for a moment, “Depends on what’s on the table.” He said pursing his lips, “You ain’t gonna bet me outta my money.” His lips quirked up into a smirk
“No, no nothing like that.” Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “I was thinking something along the lines of, say I get the better score out of the two of us.” Charles said, taking a step closer. Wouldn't be too hard to do, Arthur thought.
“Alright, let’s say you do.” He hummed.
“Then when we go out drinking tonight, which we will.” He said with a raised brow, “You’re buying.” Arthur rolled his eyes, letting out a low whistle.
“You drive a hard bargain Mr. Smith.” He chuckled, shaking his head, “Suppose if I get the better time then you’d be buying?”
“That’d be right.” He nodded, grinning at him, “We have a bet?” He asked, holding out his hand. Before Arthur could clasp his hand, a higher pitched voice spoke up.
“We making bets, gentleman?” Both him and Charles turned to the sound of the voice. A woman, grinning up at them like the damn Cheshire Cat.
Rodeo day. The best days in the whole year. Racing was your passion, barrel racing. Well technically horses were your passion, but barrel racing was fun, exhilarating. Pushing the horse under you to their limits, safely of course. Hell, they loved it as much as you did. You wouldn’t force a horse to do it if they didn’t enjoy it as much as you did.
For the most part you bred them, but every now and again you’d get to throw your hat in the ring. You’d come to Arizona this time for the 100th anniversary Rodeo.
One of your prized horses, Glory, had come with you this time. She was a damn fine horse, a beautiful pale yellow quarter.
The only part you didn’t like about competition day was the damn waiting. You wanted them to get on it and start the show.
But there was something to be said about the scenery. Cowboys, as far as the eye could see. You weren’t interested in the ones in the stands, and while the calf roping was impressive, you weren’t looking at them either. You wanted a rider. You weren’t picky, whether they be bareback bronc, saddle bronc or bull rider.
All you knew what some lucky cowboy out there was coming home with you tonight. And as it seemed, you might be taking two.
You couldn’t help yourself. Your ears perked up as soon as you heard the word, ‘bet’. Now you weren’t necessarily a gambler, but you did like a challenge.
And the two men in front of you looked to be the perfect one. You placed your hands on your hips as you grinned at them, both larger than average, hopefully in every way.
“Ma’am.” The man with honey-blonde hair and piercing blue eyes said, tipping his hat.
“Well?” You asked walking closer, “What are we betting on?” You asked, crossing your arms.
”Arthur and I are betting on who’s score will be higher.” the darker man said, his thick braid hanging over his shoulder.
“Oh? What’s your event?” You asked.
“Bareback.” Arthur said, with a small nod.
“Where are my manners?” You chuckled softly, shaking your head, “I’m y/n, y/n y/l/n.” You said, putting out your hand.
“Arthur Morgan.”
“Charles Smith.” You shook both the man’s hands, imagining how they might feel running down your body.
“Well gentleman, can I get in on your bet?” You asked, “I’m looking for a new PR. I’m hoping to get under 16.96 seconds.” You said with a smile.
“For barrel racing?” Arthur asked.
“Well what else could I be competing in?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. He blushed, his cheeks growing rosy, cute.
“And if you beat your time?” Charles asked, smiling at you, his arms crossed over his broad chest.
“Then you’ll be covering my tab tonight.” You grinned, looking at the two men. “But if I beat my time and win…” you trailed off, biting your lip. “Then I’ll take you both home, how does that sound?”
The men’s eyes widened, both of their eyes went to you before looking at each other. A silent conversation passed between them.
“Ma’am,” Arthur started, “I think you got a deal.”
Arthur didn’t think his nerves could get any damn worse, and in walked the woman of his dreams, right next to the man of his dreams. He spit onto the ground, his hands wrapped around the bars of the chute as he watched the riders go in front of him. Most of them had done fairly well, only one had been disqualified.
He was antsy, more than usual. Constantly rubbing the back of his neck like something or someone was burning a hole into him.
But he wouldn’t look, wouldn’t dare.
“Ready?” He looked up, the rider in front of him nodding as the door swung open. He watched the kid- he couldn’t have been more than twenty two- as he held on. The buzzer blared, and the two pickup riders flanked him. The kid climbed on, waving his hat to the crowd, a grin splitting his face.
It was his turn now. He adjusted his grip on the riggings, his boots in the spurs. He took a deep breath, before nodding. The chute flew open, he forced his heels above the horse's shoulders, everything was muscle memory at this point. Knees up and down. The roar of the crowd muffled as time seemed to slow. His hand waved in the air, the rawhide creaked beneath his grip. He could feel the horse’s muscles shift under his thighs, his body thrown forward and back as it bucked. Through gritted teeth, he tightened his grip, his muscles straining and stretched. God, he was getting old.
BUZZ
The damn horse was still bucking. A pickup rider came up on his right, he grabbed his waist, pulling himself off his horse and behind him.
He jumped off near the chutes, his knees aching as he hit the dirt. He looked up at the screen, wiping the sweat from his face.
87.6
“Gonna be hard to beat.” Charles’ voice cut through the announcer's speech.
His head snapped up to look at him. An easy smile tugged at Charles’ lips, his dark eyes shone like amber in the sunlight.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way.” He mumbled, shielding his face as he tipped the brim of his hat down. He climbed out of the arena, pausing to watch Charles ride.
He took a deep breath, almost more nervous for his ride than his own. His jet black braid hung down his back, swinging back and forth as he turned his head. He held his breath, watching as Charles' head dipped down.
The chute swung open, the bronc bucking wildly as he moved around the arena. Charles was flawless, like the horse was an extension of himself. That’s what set him apart from other riders, riders like himself. Maybe he’d felt like that in his younger years, but now he just prayed he would remember how to stay on.
In a flash it was over, and he was sad to see it end. It was beautiful, the raw power in both Charles and the horse under him.
His eyes snapped towards the screen.
88.2
He laughed, grinning as he looked to Charles. He wouldn’t mind paying for his drinks, not at all. If Charles was lucky, he’d be walking out here with the grand title.
“Didn’t look too hard to beat!” Arthur chuckled, clapping Charles on his shoulder as he walked out of the arena.
“Like hell it didn’t.” Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m pretty sure I could hear my mother screaming from the stands.”
“I have no doubt about that.” He hummed, shaking his head.
“Nice riding boys.” That sweet, melodic voice filled his ears. He stopped dead in his tracks, almost tripping over his boots.
“Thanks.” Charles said, smooth as butter as he smirked down at you. Arthur swallowed thickly, heat creeping up his neck as his blood rushed south.
“Make sure you two watch the barrel racing.” You smirked, winking at them as you walked past. Your wranglers hugged your ass, making him want to sink his teeth into it. If you won today, he might actually get the chance to.
“Wouldn’t miss it.”
You watched the other girls go in front of you. One would cut it too close and turned a barrel. It was a bummer, all that hard work to go to nothing. Although that just meant less competition for you.
You patted Glory’s neck, she was as antsy as you were.
“Almost time, girl.” You hummed.
You looked up at the girl's time in front of you.
17.2
Not bad.
They opened the gates, and you slowly led Glory out into the arena. Her hooves moved quickly under her as you held the reins back.
You had your eyes set on the first barrel, just waiting for the buzzer to come.
The sound filled the air, and you were off. Flying across the dirt as you guided the reins. She turned quickly around the first one, cutting it almost too close. You regained your balance, melding your front against her back as you leaned over her. She curved around the second barrel, heading down the dirt towards the last one. Your heart pounded against your chest as you skirted the last one, slapping the reins against her flank as you raced across the arena. You pulled her to a stop, panting as you looked back at the screen.
No fucking way.
16.89.
You grinned, waving your hat to the audience before guiding her back to the other horses. As you rode her out of the pen, your eyes landed on two cowboys, each with a shit eating grin on their face.
You would be saving two horses tonight.
“You know, it ain’t fair that the poorest man out of the three of us is paying.” Arthur huffed, a teasing smile on his lips as his hand lazily wrapped around his glass.
You were positively buzzed, high on your win along with Charles’. You snickered, raising your own glass as you took a drink.
Charles laughed, deep from his belly as he threw his head back. His hand clapping Arthur on the shoulder, nearly shoving him forward from the force of it.
“The poorest man? If I remember correctly I don’t own my own ranch.” He chuckled, his cheeks ruddy as he grinned at him.
“That don’t make me any richer!” Arthur laughed, shaking his head. You hummed to yourself, your gaze flicking from one to the other.
“So how’d the two of you get into circuits?” You asked, resting your elbows on the table, subtly pushing your breasts forward, wondering if they’d take the bait. Arthur’s eyes flicked from yours to your chest. Clearing his throat as he looked away. Charles smirked, holding your gaze.
“My dad was a part of it when he was younger, not to this level but…” Arthur shrugged, taking a swig from his glass. “Growing up there wasn’t much to do but work and ride.”
“And you?” You asked, finding Charles' piercing gaze.
“We always had horses. Thought I could make a living doing something I loved.” He said as he shrugged his broad shoulders.
Heat flooded your body as you sipped your drink, although you didn’t know if it was from the alcohol or their heated looks.
“What about you?” Arthur asked, clearing his throat.
“Well I was in 4H for a while, my grandparents had a horse and I just became obsessed.” You chuckled, shaking your head. “I was that weird horse girl in school.”
“But it paid off didn’t it?” He asked, raising his glass.
“I guess it did.” You smiled, clinking your glass against his and Charles'. “I love racing, but I love horses more. I own a little place and breed them for the most part. It’s a small operation but it keeps the bills paid and I don’t have to sit behind a desk.”
“Hear, hear.” Charles chuckled, taking a long swig.
Arthur waved over the waitress, handing her his card as he leaned back in his chair.
“Eager?” You teased, biting your lip.
“Wha- no! No ma’am just-“ He went beet red, letting out a sigh. “Just making sure I don’t forget to pay our tab.” He mumbled, rubbing the back of his neck.
Charles chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Oh you wanna chime in Charles?”
“No, no I’m perfectly content.” He mused.
“Well I’ll admit it then.” You said, tipping your glass back as you finished what was left, “Which one of you has the room with the bigger bed?”
The men looked at each other.
“I got a queen in mine.” Arthur said, clearing his throat.
“California king.” Charles smirked, following suit as he downed his whiskey.
“Course you do.” Arthur said, rolling his eyes.
“Ain’t a competition boys,” You chuckled, “just wanna make sure they’ll be room enough for all of us.” You smirked, looking between the two of them.
“Oh, they’ll be room sweetheart.”
The three of you quickly left the bar, you were glad that Arthur was thinking ahead with paying his tab. Charles’ hand wrapped around your waist, his fingers splayed over your skin. Arthur’s fingers linked through yours, his cheeks ruddy as you all walked back to Arthur’s pickup.
Arthur got into the driver seat as Charles opened the door for you. You were squished between the men, each of their tree trunk thighs pressed up against yours.
Heat was starting to pool in your core, butterflies fluttering in your belly. Arthur’s hand found your denim clad thigh, squeezing it gently.
Your heartbeat pounded in your ears as he pulled up to the Days Inn. You crawled out of the car after Arthur, the doors slammed shut as you walked into the hotel. Ignoring the not so subtle looks from the receptionist, Charles lead you down the hall towards his room. Pulling out his card, he swiped it through the slot. The light turned green as the door clicked open.
Once inside, Charles pulled off his jacket, laying it on the chair next to the desk. It wasn’t necessarily a fancy room, but the bed was definitely big enough for the three of you. The sheets were neatly folded and tucked, and you couldn’t wait to mess them up.
Arthur unbuttoned his sleeves, pulling them up to his elbows as he pulled off his boots. You watched as Charles did the same, kicking his boots off to the side of the room. You bit your lip, turning your attention to Arthur as he crossed his arms.
“I wanna thank you for paying.” You said softly, running your hands down his chest.
“It was my pleasure, ma’am.” He mumbled, the tips of his ears turning pink.
“Oh it will be.” You smirked, your fingers touching his belt buckle. “This okay?” You asked, meeting his azure eyes. He nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing. You bit your lip, unsnapping the buckle. His breath hitched as you unbuttoned his jeans.
“Breathe Arthur.” Charles said, much closer than you realized. A wall of heat connected with your back, as he tucked his chin over your shoulder.
You pulled him out of his jeans, your mouth watering at the sight of him. You wrapped your hand around him, stroking him.
“Jesus.” He breathed, swallowing thickly as he shut his eyes. You could feel Charles chuckle, the sound rumbling through his chest.
“Feels good, don’t it?” He mused, his breath sending shivers down your spine.
“Feels- fuck feel amazing sweetheart.” You couldn’t tell if he was talking to you or Charles, you didn’t care either way. You pulled your hand away for a second, trying and failing to hold back your smirk as he whined at the loss of contact. You spit in your hand, running your saliva over his mushroom head. “Oh Christ.” His eyes rolled in the back of his head. How damn touched starved was this man? You’d hardly touched him and from the way he was panting and cursing, it sounded like he’d blow his load any minute. And you didn’t want that to be anywhere but inside you.
You fell to your knees, ignoring the dull ache as you dropped.
“Honey you don’t-“
“She wants to, don’t she?” You nodded, wrapping your hands around his thick cock. You pressed a kiss to his head, smirking as you felt him suck in a breath. Charles’ hands gathered up your hair, pulling it back from your face.
You cupped his heavy balls, fondling them as you licked a stripe up his shaft. You took him into your mouth, humming at the slightly salty taste. Hollowing your cheeks, you pushed forward. Gripping his thighs as he hit the back of your throat.
“Holy shit-“ He breathed above you, your scalp stung as Charles tugged you back.
“This alright honey?” You nodded, sucking Arthur’s head as you looked up at Charles. He started to guide you, pushing you forward on Arthur’s cock. You focused on your breathing, tears stinging your eyes as Charles pulled you back and forth.
The moans that fell from Arthur’s lips were near pornographic. One of your hands moved from his thigh to between your legs, pressing your hand against your core. You rocked on your hand, finding some sweet friction through your jeans.
“Oh fuck- she likes it, don’t you sweetheart?” Charles asked, his breath falling heavily from his lips. You nodded, bobbing on Arthur as you hummed. Arthur nearly crumbled, his hand flew out to grab onto Charles shoulder, steadying himself.
“I’m not gonna- damnit- I’m not gonna last if you keep doing that.” Arthur said through gritted teeth.
You doubled down on your efforts, swallowing around him. Your eyes found his, before they rolled back into his head. His dick jumped in your mouth, spurting cum down your throat. You gagged, pulling back as you worked to swallow it all down.
“Fuck me.” Arthur chuckled breathlessly, his thumb brushing over your lips. He pulled you to your feet, crashing his lips against yours. Charles moved your hair over your shoulder, kissing up your neck.
“Bed.” You panted, threading your fingers through Arthur’s honey brown hair, while your other hand cradled Charles face.
The men lead you to the bed, Charles deft fingers unbuttoning your shirt, tugging it down your body. Arthur sat back on the bed, tugging your forward by your hips. You stepped in between his parted legs, goosebumps erupting on your skin as Charles unhooked your bra. Arthur’s hand flew to your breasts, his mouth following suit as he circled your nipple with his tongue. You moaned, pulling him closer by his hair. Charles' finger hooked under your jaw, turning you to face him. He kissed you, his tongue swiping against your lips as he silently asked for entrance.
You parted your lips, your tongue dancing against his in your mouth. You reached for Charles' belt, unbuckling it. He moaned into you as you wrapped your hand around his dick. Your eyes snapped open as you felt just how big he was. Arthur nipped at your breast, turning your attention back to him.
“Get on the bed, sweetheart.” You nodded, tongue tied as you climbed onto the bed. Charles kicked off his pants and briefs, as Arthur’s hand wrapped around your calf, tugging you down the bed. You let out a small squeak, your heart pounding as he pulled off your jeans. “Could they be any tighter?” He chuckled.
You bit your lip, a small chuckle escaping. His fingers dipped under the waistband of your underwear, tugging them off as well.
Now you were all bare, naked as the day you were born. Charles was stroking himself, his eyes dark and heavy as he watched you and Arthur.
“I wanna taste.” Charles hummed, stepping closer. Arthur moved from between your legs, the bed dipping slightly as he joined you on the bed. You swallowed thickly, staring down at Charles as his broad shoulders pushed your thighs further apart. Arthur brushed a few strands back from your face, licking his lips as he looked down.
Charles descended, licking a stripe up your slit. He sucked your clit into his mouth, a pathetic mewl falling from your lips. Your body was on fire, each nerve ablaze as he feasted on you.
“Charles- oh god-“ He moaned into your mound, circling your clit with his tongue. Your head fell back against Arthur’s shoulder, you hadn’t even realized he’d moved behind you. You fisted his hair, your hips rising on this own accord. He slung his arm over your waist, holding you down. His tongue thrusted into your hole, licking up into you.
“Charles!” You cried, your legs trembling on either side of his head.
“Atta girl, come on his face.” Arthur drawled behind you, throwing you over the edge. You cried out, probably pulling out his hair as hard as you cling to him. You shamelessly grind against his face as he slurped up your cum.
He pulled back, a grin spread across his face as he panted.
“Bet she tastes perfect.” Arthur mused, trailing his hand up and down your arm.
“Wanna find out?” Charles grinned as he leaned over you. His hand wrapped around the back of Arthur’s neck as he pulled him into a kiss. Arthur’s eyes widened, a muffled noise of surprise leaving him before he melted. Charles' hard cock rubbed against your thigh as you watched the two. You were weightless beneath them, no doubt dripping at their display. They pulled apart, a line of saliva connecting them.
“Yeah… she tastes real good.” Arthur murmured, his eyes hazy as he stared at Charles’ lips. Charles slowly swiped his thumb against Arthur’s lips before turning back to you.
“Think you’re ready for me?” You nodded, shamelessly wiggling your hips. He grinned, almost blinding you with how his face lit up. He shuffled slightly, guiding himself to your weeping core. You breathed as he pushed in, it was a pinch, but the good kind. Your moan filled the air before being swallowed by Charles.
“So tight.” Charles moaned against your lips, his eyes half lidded as he thrusted deep. Your breath punched out of your lungs with each thrust. Arthur’s hands cupped your breasts, thumbing your nipples as your body was propelled into his lap. Charles hands gripped your hips, you’d definitely have bruises in the morning. The thought pushed you higher, knowing every time you looked at your body you’d remember this moment.
“Fuck- oh Charles-“ You whined, scrambling for purchase against Arthur.
“Ain’t that pretty.” Arthur moaned, hardening against your bare back.
“Y/n.” Charles groaned, his eyes squeezing shut. “Where- where do you want it?”
“Inside, I’m on the pill.” You moaned, your nails digging into Arthur’s bicep.
He thrust once, twice, three times before stilling inside you. His hips jolted with each pulse, your name falling from his lips like a prayer. You were all panting harshly, your hair stuck to your forehead with sweat. He slowly pulled out, smoothing his hand down your belly as he spread your legs.
“Pretty girl.” Charles hummed, his touch reverent.
“Can I, sweetheart?” Arthur’s breath sent shivers down your spine as he whispered in your ear. Your head lolled back and forth as you met his eyes. Charles got up, heading to the bathroom as Arthur moved to between your thighs.
“Shit- you were right, she’s real pretty.” Arthur chuckled, a smirk on his lips as he pumped his cock. “This all for us?” Arthur mused, his hand rubbing your thigh.
“All for you.” He scooted closer, swiping the head of his cock through your slicked folds. An overstimulated mewl left your lips.
”Arthur-“ He pushed in with a groan of his own. Your eyes rolled back, pleasure spiking up your spine. “Arthur!” You cried, your nails digging into his biceps. Arthur hissed, a shit-eating grin spreading across his face as he looked down at you. His mind was a mess, clearly thinking with his other head. Charles had kissed him, he’d tasted you on his lips. Now he was balls deep as you marked up his arms. Maybe he’d gotten knocked off the bronc earlier in the day, maybe this was all some coma induced dream. Tears pricked your eyes, clouding your vision as you looked up at him. Your body seized up, your thighs clenching around his hips as your second orgasm rocked through you.
“God damnit.” He groaned, hanging his head as he came. Heat flooded your core, as his weight settled on top of you. He ran his nose up and down the column of your throat, your heart beat pounding in your ears. You ran your hands up and down his freckled back, looking up as Charles walked back into the room.
“You’re crushing her.” Charles chuckled, replacing your hand as he rubbed Arthur’s back. He pulled out of you with a sigh, flopping down on the bed beside you.
You flinched as a warm rag ran down your slit. “Easy.” Charles said, like he was calming a frightened animal. You relaxed, letting him clean you up.
“Sorry.” You chuckled weakly, your hand resting between your breasts. Arthur turned to face you, brushing your hair back from your face. You smiled, leaning into his touch. The bed dipped as Charles laid down on your other side. His hand splayed across your belly as he shuffled closer. You closed your eyes, breathing in the scent of clean sheets and sex.
Arthur was sure he was still dreaming. The morning sun cut through the cheap curtains, shining directly into his eyes. He groaned, burying his face back into his pillow. Although, he didn’t remember pillows giggling.
“Not a morning person?” You teased, lightly scratching his scalp.
“Thought you owned your own ranch, Arthur?” Charles’ baritone voice vibrated through his bones.
He pulled back, looking down at you before looking over at Charles. He cleared his throat, trying to maintain an ounce of dignity.
“Well normally I ain’t up all night.” He mumbled, heat flooding his cheeks. You chuckled, the sound warming his chest better than a cup of coffee.
“We didn’t wear you out too much did we?”
“You forget sweetheart, Arthur’s on the older side.” Charles teased, smirking at him.
“Shut up.” He rolled his eyes, not bothering to fight the smile that tugged at his lips.
“Just messing with you, fool.” Charles said, nudging his shoulder. What he would have assumed as a friendly gesture before, felt anything but. His body lit up where his elbow connected.
“Shit.” You groaned, looking over at the red blinking numbers on the alarm clock. You climbed out of bed, limping slightly.
“You alright, darlin?” Arthur asked, his hand going to your elbow to steady you.
“I’m alright, big guy.” You chuckled, patting his chest, your eyes sparkled as they met him. “Just a little sore.” He smiled sheepishly, his stomach flip-flopping. You grabbed your phone off the nightstand, his spirit falling as you pulled away. “Number?” You asked, smiling so damn sweetly up at him. He told you, and next was Charles. Both their phones buzzed as you sent a text.
“I don’t mean to run, but I was supposed to be on the road around five this morning.” You chuckled, grabbing your clothes from off the floor.
Shit, Arthur grabbed his phone, checking the time. He still had three hours before his flight, thank god.
“You’ll let us know when you get home safe, right?” Arthur asked, looking up as you zipped up your pants.
“Yes sir.” You teased, Charles chuckled as he pulled on his own pants.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” He chided, although his tone lacked any heat
“Who says I can’t finish it?” You said with mock-offense, “You wanna bet?”
I saw a comment under my last poly charthur post talking about the reader taking a more submissive route. I like it and here are my thoughts. Minors DNI.
Like I said last time, I love high honor Arthur. So that's one of the reasons I think he'd be really sweet when topping. Typically, he'll have you all propped up on some pillows, comfortable and relaxed. Massaging your waist and thighs, murmuring on and on about how pretty you are. Only after your limbs feel like jelly does his calloused rough hands slip between your legs, massing you open there too. He really loves to press his face into your neck in nearly every position. Arthur does love to watch your expressions, but the overwhelming smell of you and the feeling of your skin against his cheek brings him up to a high that is hard to get down from. This high is furthered when Charles is around.
Arthur could be balls deep and holding you, but as soon as Charles walks into the room he just sits up (bringing you along too because he wouldn't wanna pull out). Mild embarrassment on his cheeks, but Arthur absolutely melts when Charles comes to check on the two of you. You are just trapped on Arthur's lap, feeling him twitch inside you but unable to do anything about it. All the while, Arthur is nuzzling into Charles' cheek or leaning into the other man's chest.
All the while Charles has a straight face. Not because he is unfazed or having any straight thoughts. No, he just does not know how to socially interact in this way, even though he cares deeply about you and Arthur. Though, Arthur's semi-pathetic attempts at closeness will eventually bring Charles back to earth. Charles probably wouldn't intervene too much into you and Arthur's intimacy that much outside of gentle touches and cuddling. Rubbing your thigh as Arthur starts moving again or kissing your cheek when you moan. Neither would be that interested in double penetration since neither of them are small men and they worry about hurting you, even if you say you could handle it.
So it's after Arthur finishes up does Charles even attempt to touch you more intimately. Arthur would definitely need a little bit before he could do much. His mind still hazy after his high, but eventually he would settle down and take on the role Charles had started off with. Mainly kisses, but he is the kind of man to hold your legs open so he could watch Charles fuck into you.
Though, both men would give great aftercare. Plenty of affirmations as they clean you off and massage any sore areas on your body. You'd probably end up sandwiched between them for a nap afterwards, unable to move but who would want to?
Could you perhaps write something about a throuple with chartur and a male s/o? I am so sorry if this is not something you would like to even consider and I completely understand if you don't feel like writing it
Trust me brother we love a good throuple or more in this house. What's better than one boyfriend? TWO! TWO BOYFRIENDS! insert screeching eagle emoji here
Doing HCs reqs only right now so I assume u wanted some'a those.
I couldn't find any Charthur gifs that weren't sad, forgive me </3
Most of the time, Charles is the one to do or say something. Arthur beats around the bush, and Charles doesn't give enough of a fuck to mess with that. They fumbled through a few awkward conversations of their own before deciding they were both sweet on you. He was the one who bluntly asked Arthur how he felt about him, and he was the one to do that with you, too.
Charles approached you on his own, given that he'd rather not fuck them both over in one fell swoop in the worst case scenario. They'd agreed readily on that much. He asked about himself, then Arthur, and then how you'd feel about both of them. They'll talk about it if you ask, but the bond and history between them is never really something they bring up to avoid making you feel left out. You joined in, it felt natural, and that was that.
You're probably going to end up a regular mediator. Neither Charles nor Arthur place enough weight on their own discomforts, so you're going to have to force them to talk things out like grown men instead of just forgetting about it because "it's easier." They'll learn... eventually...
Charles was already less reserved with you, but when it's just the three of you, he's an entirely different man. The comfort he already finds in Arthur's presence makes it a lot easier for him to open up to you as well. Arthur, too, is much looser on your lonesomes. Even when you are merely good friends, you hadn't heard either of them talk so much and for so long. That's with affection disregarded, though Arthur's is more obvious than Charles'.
Both Charles and Arthur have limited social batteries. One of the best parts is that neither of them is going to care if all you want to do is lay between them or on them and listen to them talk without participating. Sometimes that's all they want, too. They've both got plenty of scars and moles to study when you want to retreat into your head for a while.
Laying between them is like being trapped in an oven, though. Charles runs hot and Arthur sweats in his sleep unless it's freezing outside your tent. If you've got bad circulation, one evening sandwiched between these two guys is gonna fix it. Otherwise... good luck.
Both of them prefer touch over words. Arthur's a tad bit more reserved with it than Charles. They've accidentally put their hands on your back or reached for yours at the same time more than once, and it will happen again.
They're also both fairly touch-starved. Arthur's struggled with trusting much of anyone since his first loves went so poorly, let alone finding enjoyment in anything more superficial. Charles has been alone for most of his life and almost functions better without constant interaction. But when they're starving for it, expect them to be starving.
Polyamory isn't something they're familiar with, so mostly they're feeling it out alongside you. At the end of the day, they've done worse than kiss another man. So... why not kiss two? There's a lot of passing jokes about "Who's gettin' him for today?" and "You went camping with Charles, now it's my turn." and "Hey, rude. Let me in on that."
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 19: Let it Out
The ride back to camp is almost as long as the search for Arthur. You helped Charles to place him on Taima, his body still heavy with unconsciousness and hot with fever, careful with his shoulder. You wish you could have handled that before the ride, knowing that the bullet was still deep in the flesh, but if Charles has some notions on healing, neither of you have the equipment to take care of it.
You can only hope to not worsen the injury before Miss Grimshaw and Hosea can remove it.
So I had an idea to write a short Charthur x female reader fic. This will lead to eventual smut. So enjoy a quick SFW part 1 to set the scene.
Summary: Arthur and you have been together for a while, and the shared friendship you both have with Charles begins to grow into something much more.
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It’s just after 5:00 in the afternoon when Charles and Arthur arrive back from their successful hunt.
Just in time to outrun the gray clouds that loomed overheard during their trip. Those dense rain clouds soon made their way to camp and pounded onto your fragile tents. The rain was relentless: dropping fat drops like stones, and the roaring wind uprooting nearly everything that wasn’t properly staked to the ground. Including Charles’ tent.
His shared lean-to shelter with Javier had blown over and his items were completely soaked. You and Arthur immediately helped gather his things and got them under the dry shelter of Arthur’s tent.
It’s been storming all evening and Charles’ tent is destroyed. The poles are snapped, and the stake lines are tangled like fishing wire. After a while, the storm begins to let up, but the rain still lingers, cascading everything in a continuous flow of water. The three of you sit under the shelter of Arthur’s tent, grateful that the wind has finally stopped howling. The walls of the tent have stopped flapping violently from the wind and now a calm, steady pattering of rain falls against the canvas. Knowing Charles has no place to sleep other than curling up in one of the cramped supply wagons, Arthur offers that Charles spend the night in your shared tent.
If you were honest, you’re slightly surprised at Arthur’s offer. He’s a man who enjoys his privacy, especially when it comes to being private with you. Nevertheless, he’s comfortable around Charles and doesn’t mind sharing his company with you two. You step over to Arthur’s trunk and grab a spare dry bedroll to lay on the floor for Charles, who’s more dumbfounded than you at Arthur’s offer.
The night is late and the storm passes as you all bed down. The air is calm and left with a lingering chill. The only sounds are the soft chirping of the evening birds, singing gentle melodies that quickly lull you to sleep. The bite of the late-night chill doesn’t bother you. In fact, you always welcome it due to the incredible heat Arthur radiates in bed. The man could warm you with his body on the coldest winter night.
You sleep on the outside of the cot while Charles lays on the ground nearby. A trio of soft breaths escape the three of you, exhausted from the day’s turn of events.
Adjusting in your sleep, you roll over on the cot. Your arm swings over to hang off the bed and your hand brushes against Charles. The light brush of your fingers against his shoulder jolts him awake, sending him on alert. Leaning up on his elbows, Charles looks to see what’s wrong. However, he sees your eyes are still closed and you’re sleeping soundly on your stomach.
Realizing nothing’s wrong, Charles lays his head back down, keeping his eyes fixed on you. Not often does he see your brows so relaxed and your luscious lashes twitching while you dream. He looks upon your hand in the dark which hangs languidly from your arm. With the crook of your elbow on the edge of the cot, your forearm swings ever so slightly with each subtle breath you take.
He examines the slight curl of your fingers and your manicured nails. They hang so close to his face, he cannot resist the temptation.
Reaching to you, he cannot stop himself from stroking the back of your hand with the knuckle of his index finger. The self-conscious voice inside him curses him for being so bold while you’re blissfully unaware and Arthur lies just a few feet from him beside you. Arthur’s brawny forearm lays across your back, holding you close to him.
What would Arthur say if he were to catch him right now? If he was to discover Charles’ hidden feelings for you, would he drive him away? Would he even speak to him again?
Lost in thought, Charles doesn’t realize the sensation of his touch against your hand creates an involuntary reaction from you. His heart racing, he freezes while you gently grab at his finger and wrap two of your own around his. Your facial features remain unchanged, but it seems you’re pleased.
Are you still sleeping, Charles wonders? Do you know whose hand you’re holding? He’s left frozen in place, afraid to wake you if he tries to move. His heart rate slows with an occasional flutter at the soft touch of your skin against his. Mindlessly, you rub your thumb against his hand, over the high ridges of his veins that lie just beneath his skin. In a selfish effort to make this moment last, Charles lays still, allowing you to continue holding his hand until he falls asleep.
(Charles Smith/Arthur Morgan/Reader)
Word count: 836
Summary: You learn how to ride a horse.
A/N: Just a little something I thought of in the shower with a bit of my own experience of riding horses.
Charles was stood a bit of a ways away from you, his arms crossed as he watched. Today, you were supposed to learn how to ride a horse...properly. “I thought you said you knew how to ride a horse?” He questioned, amusement tinging his tone.
You were next to Charles’ horse, Taima, one foot in the stirrup. You gnawed on your lip, switching feet again, now shoving your left foot in stirrup. “I-I’ve ridden a mule. Once.” You corrected, your confidence slipping. You heard a sigh from behind you, footsteps approaching. “No! I can do it.” You insisted before Charles could say anything.
The man stopped his approach, his hands raising in surrender. “Okay. Go ahead.”
You took a deep breath before exhaling as you pulled yourself up, a grunt escaping you as you leaned over to swing your right leg over, the horn of the saddle digging into your stomach. Charles watched on, an amused expression crossing his face before he tried to school it back to unreadable. He didn’t want you to feel embarrassed.
You now sat up, shoving your other foot in the right side stirrup. You exhaled, looking down. You were on a horse. You were on a horse! “I’m on a horse!” You said excitedly, your feet accidentally kicking Taima’s sides. The horse snorted, starting to move forward at a walk. “O-oh no- wait-” You started to panic, grabbing for the reigns.
Charles crossed his arms again, leaning against the tree behind him. “She’s listening.” He teased, a grin tugging at his mouth. It was funny, watching you now steer his steed in a slow, tight circle.
“Yeah, maybe a bit too well.” A new voice chimed in, coming to stand next to Charles. Charles looked over at Arthur, a sound of agreement leaving him as he nodded.
You inwardly groaned, your head dropping as you continued in the circle. “I thought we came out here so I wouldn’t have an audience.” You grumbled, now figuring out how to stop Taima. You nudged her a bit, turning to face them now.
“Aw, darlin’, you ain’t doin’ so bad.” Arthur encouraged, reaching to pull out a cigarette. “Go ahead and keep practicin’, and we’ll be quiet. Promise.” He said with a grin before he lit the cigarette. He took a drag, passing it over to Charles as he blew out the smoke.
You chewed on the inside of your cheek, narrowing your eyes at the two men before nudging Taima off, a startled shout leaving you when she took off in an immediate canter.
The lit cigarette fell from Charles’ lips, his eyes growing wide as he watched you and his horse ride off. “Y/N!”
Arthur groaned before he let out a loud whistle, calling over his horse before he mounted quickly, hurrying after you and the mare. “I got it!”
You were hunched over on Taima, your fists tangled in her mane as she ran along. “Wh-whoa, girl, easy!” You called, your voice wavering. Taima slowed her pace, now trotting quickly through the field of wildflowers. You bounced in the seat of the saddle, slowly getting yourself to sit up straighter. “Good, okay-”
“See! Yer gettin’ it!” Arthur called, now matching your pace next to you. “You just have to tell her what you want.” He explained. “Or, know what you’re telling her.” He suggested as you two kept slowing down. He quirked an eyebrow, turning his horse around. “Think you can get back to Charles?”
You took a deep breath as you pulled Taima to a stop, pulling the reigns to turn her around. “Yeah, I think so.” You said with a firm nod. Arthur gave you a small smile before kicking his horse, hurrying back towards where the other man was. You leaned down, patting Taima’s neck before sitting back up in the saddle. You nudged her sides a few times, getting her up to a normal paced trot. You hesitated before nudging her again, a grin tugging at your face now as she started to canter. You couldn’t help the laugh that left you. Just minutes before you were terrified, completely out of sync with the mare. And now, now you felt the wind in your face, and your cheeks hurt from smiling. Soon you were back where the two men were, Charles looking more relaxed, seeing the two of you back in once piece.
“No wonder you two are always out riding. That was...” You trailed off, unsure what to call it. You just grinned, moving to dismount. You hesitated a moment, eyeing the ground uncertainly.
“Fun?” Charles suggested, offering you his hand to help you down. You gratefully took it, sliding out of the saddle.
You grimaced at the pain of your leg muscles before you nodded. “Fun, yeah.” You waddled a bit, handing Taima’s reigns to Charles.
Arthur clapped a hand on your back, giving you a grin. “You’ll get the hang of it. Maybe you’ll get to go robbin’ with us someday.”
Hello everyone! Remember that little teaser I posted sometime back? Well, here it is! Just know, this is a little different from what I usually write. It’s written in first person pov, and it’s mainly a huge self-insert. Why? Well, bc I love both Arthur Morgan and Charles Smith, and I want to be sandwiched between them both lol. I plan to add more sections, but until then, please enjoy!
Warnings: lemon (double penetration, oral, fingering, some spanking). Honestly, that’s all this is.
The room is hot, but Charles’ skin is hotter. His breath comes out in puffs against my neck, occasionally his tongue runs along my skin or his teeth scrap my flesh. I know he’s left bites and dark marks along my neck and shoulders, I can feel the slight sting. His body cages mine against the bed, a hand is on my thigh while the other holds my hand. I’m limp beneath him, completely at his mercy.
He sits up and for a moment, giving me the chance to admire his body. Scars are scattered along his torso. There’s a bit of hair along his stomach that connects with his pubic hair. His chest and shoulders are my favorite part of his body, along with those nice legs of him. His beautiful hair is a sweaty mess. He smirks at my ogling and I swear he flexes a bit.
He brings my legs up and rests my feet against his shoulders. When he pushes himself back into me, I can’t help the wail that escapes my lips. I claw the bedding beneath me, trying to grab anything to give me a sense of stability.
His thrusts are slow and deep, almost lazy. But feel of his cock stretching me open, his firm grip on my ankles, and the look in his dark eyes says otherwise. There isn’t anything lazy about him. A hand travels along my body to my breasts, while a devilish look crosses his face as he tweaks a nipple. My response is exactly what he wanted.
My moans, his grunts, and the sound of skin slapping skin fill the small cabin. All else is drowned out, and for a moment, nothing matters. Until the front door opens and a familiar man steps through the doorway.
Charles reacts first. He throws himself over me and reaches for the gun near the bed. He freezes when he sees who’s standing at the door.
“Oh, sorry. Didn’t know you two were busy. I’ll be outside,” Arthur says. His eyes linger on my body, but he’s quick to look away.
“Arthur, don’t go. Stay,” I whisper.
“I don’t want to intrude on you two.”
“Arthur, stay. We can stop if you’re uncomfortable. It’s cold outside,” Charles said. He’s breathing hard, and his cock is still hard in me, but the desire to make Arthur comfortable outweighs all that.
“You sure?” Arthur asks. He looks back and sees Charles has moved away from me. He’s covering himself with a blanket, but I’m still nude and my legs are partially open. Arthur’s eyes return to me, he licks his lips and swallows thickly.
“Yes. Come to bed with us.” My voice is sultry and low. It catches Charles’ attention, his eyebrows rise, but he makes no comment. Arthur is still, then he closes the door, and begins to remove his coat and boots.
Charles stays at the foot of the bed, the blanket still covers his body. I scoot over for Arthur, who takes a hesitant seat next to me. I cup his cheek, his eyes flutter shut and he leans into my touch. His skin is cold, his lips are dry, and the stubble on his face is rough beneath my palm. I notice a slight shiver in his body, not sure if it’s from the cold or because of what we’re going to do.
“Arthur, my sweet cowboy. Would you like to join Charles and me?”
“If… if it’s alright with Charles.” Arthur glances at Charles, who only nods his head.
“You have your answer.” I kiss him and he’s kissing me back. His hands are on my bare body, grabbing my waist and ass. I move his head to the side and place several kisses along his neck. His neck has always been sensitive, so I make sure to nip his skin. Arthur's soft gasps and whimpers are all the incentive I need. I want to see dark splotches on his sun-kissed skin.
He shrugs the suspenders off his shoulders and I begin undoing the buttons on his dark blue shirt. His broad, hairy chest is slowly revealed to me. A line of blonde hair travels down his stomach and disappears into his pants. His grip on my waist tightens suddenly. I look up at him and see he’s watching Charles, who is slowly rubbing his thick cock.
“Want to watch him fuck me?” I whisper in Arthur’s ear.
“You can take that thing?”
Charles lets out a laugh, clearly amused with Arthur's reaction towards his cock. I giggle and nod. “Yes. Want to see?”
“Y-yes.”
I put my ass in the air for Charles, making sure to keep my face near Arthur’s lap. Charles takes his position behind me and pushes himself into me. He’s slow and gentle, knowing I need time to adjust. His grip on my waist is firm and strong, just like him.
With every thrust, I’m moaning like a whore. Begging for more and whimpering how good Charles feels inside me. His hand grabs my hair and I’m pulled up to face Arthur. He’s leaning back against the bed, his cheeks and chest an adorable shade of pink. His mouth is slightly open as he rubs the bulge in his pants.
“Think you should help him,” Charles grunts in my ear. I nod and reach for Arthur.
Charles slows his thrusts as my attention falls to Arthur. My hands pull at his pants, begging him to be free. Together, he and I pull his pants down and they’re thrown to the floor with the other article of clothes. His cock is now free and just begging for attention. It’s a bit longer than Charles’, but not as thick, with a dark red head that’s leaking precum.
Arthur watches with darkened eyes as I pump his cock. My tongue runs along the underside, pushing into that vein. When I take his head into my mouth, his mouth falls open. As I begin to bob my head slowly, Arthur's eyes flutter shut and his face darkens.
Charles thrusts are steadily increasing, no doubt aroused by what I’m doing to Arthur. My orgasm is building and it’s getting harder to focus on anything around me. Arthur and Charles notice this. Charles begins to pound into me harder and Arthur, ever the gentleman, pulls me off his cock and reaches down between my legs. His rough fingers find my clit and rub it just the way I like, the way I showed him.
As my orgasm builds, my moans grow louder. Charles is grunting and his fingers are almost bruising. Arthur is solid though, and I cling to his arm like he’s my only anchor to this world. When my orgasm washes over me, I don’t know whose name I moan. My world goes white and for a moment, there’s nothing.
When I come back, Arthur is holding me, and Charles is no longer in me. His cum is hot as it runs downs the back of my thighs. A rag wipes my legs clean and I’m laid on my side. Arthur is still next to me, his hands run along my body. Charles sits at the foot of the bed, breathing hard and spent. His cock is growing soft, but a mixture of our cum makes it shine.
“Arthur, did you come?” I ask.
“No, sweetheart. Don’t worry about me. Just you rest.”
I manage to sit up and give Arthur a serious look. “No. Charles and I came, you deserve to as well.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t want to push you.”
“You won’t. I want to take care of my boys.” I climb onto his lap and kiss him. He moans into the kiss, his hands grab my waist.
“Jesus woman, you’re insatiable.”
“Only for you and Charles.”
“Charles, you ok with watching us?” Arthur asks. Looking over my shoulder I see Charles watching us. He’s leaning on his elbow, a pleased look on his face.
“Yeah, I’m ok with this. Keep going,” he said.
I turn Arthur’s face back to me and kiss him again. My hips roll, and I rub my still wet cunt along his cock. The strangled moan from Arthur is music to my ears. I rise up just enough and he holds his cock up for me. I take him slowly, savoring the way he feels inside me.
He isn’t as thick as Charles, but he’s a bit longer and he does reach deeper inside me. When I could take as much of his as I could, Arthur gives me time to adjust. I move first, just a slight roll of my hips. His cock rubs against all the perfect spots in me. His moans were breathy and low like he's trying to hold back.
“Moan for me, Arthur. Let me hear from you, please.”
He does as I ask. Our moans and grunts fill the room. His body flushes and his back arches. I shiver as his rough hands run along my body, grabbing and squeezing my soft skin. I want to take my time, make him beg and plead to cum, but that desperate look on his face breaks me.
When I begin bouncing on him, Arthur almost loses it. He’s focused entirely on the image of his cock appearing then disappearing inside me. The look on his face, a mixture of lust and reverence, makes my chest warm.
I can feel my legs start to give out, and Arthur is growing impatient beneath me. “Arthur, help me.”
He grunts and pulls me down to his chest. His arms wrap around me, keeping me pinned against his body. I wail when he begins to thrust up into me. He’s taking me, using me, and I’m at his mercy.
His fingers dig into my sides hard enough that I know I’ll have bruises, but I don’t care. I can only focus on him pounding into me, and the spot in me that he’s hitting. My nails dig into his chest, and I whimper his name. He growls and tightens his grip around me.
I’m so close when he grunts, “Sweetheart, I’m gonna cum.”
“In me, Arthur. Please, I want you to cum in me.”
He growls as he continues to fuck me. My second orgasm hits me hard, and then he pushes up into me one last time. I barely hear him moan my name, but I can feel his hot cum inside me.
We both lay there, trying to catch our breath. His heart is pounding and he’s breathing hard. There’s a layer of sweat on our bodies, but I don’t move and he stays still.
I can feel myself starting to fall asleep when two hands rest on my ass. Glancing back, I see Charles is watching Arthur and I. He lifts my hips up just enough so that Arthur’s cock slips out of me. Arthur and I groan at the feeling. Charles lets out a pleased groan at the sight of Arthur’s cum dripping out of me.
“Arthur, you made a mess of her,” Charles says. There’s a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Well, she was asking for it.”
“That she was.” Charles pulls me up and asks, “You feeling up for another round?”
“You’re hard again?” I ask.
“Yeah. Watching Arthur fuck you got me hard.”
I turn to Arthur who is watching us with an excited look. “Arthur, you ok if we go again?”
“Sure. Come here.”
Charles smiles and pushes me back down onto Arthur’s chest. Charles raises my hips and pushes himself back into me. There’s a slight burn, but it’s forgotten as he begins fucking me. Charles thrusts are hard, and his hand comes down onto my ass. Arthur chuckles at my gasp and tightens his hold on me.
“Fuck her good Charles. Make her remember who she belongs to,” Arthur commands.
“Oh, she knows who she belongs to,” Charles grunts. He smacks my ass again and begins to fucks me harder.
“Yeah? You know who you belong to?” Arthur asks. He grabs me by the hair and forces me to look at him. His face is hard and stern. I always feel so small when he looks at me like that.
“Y-yes,” I manage to gasp out.
“Say it.”
“You.”
“And? Just me?” Arthur twists his hand and pulls more of my hair.
“And Charles. You a- oh fuck- Charles. I belong to you and Charles."
“That’s right. And after tonight, everyone we meet will know who you belong to.”
Arthur takes control of the situation. He tells Charles how to fuck me, when to speed up and when to slow down. When he gives Charles permission to fuck me as he pleases, it’s almost too much. Charles is rough and unrelenting; his groans and grunts are borderline animalistic, low and deep. It’s always a surprise when Charles gets like this. Despite the scars on his body and his size, Charles is always gentle with me, but now, that tenderness is gone.
When Arthur tells Charles to stop and pull out, it’s always when one of us is close to cumming. My whines and whimpers, my pleads to cum are ignored. Charles, always in control of himself, never begs. He is breathing hard and sweat shines on his body.
It’s during one of these torturous, orgasms denying moments that Arthur announces he’s hard again.
In my half-awake state, I glimpse the look on Arthurs' face. A moment later, Arthur’s inside me and begins to fuck me. After so many thrusts, he pulls out and Charles takes his place.
This continues for… I’m not sure. When one pulls out, the other takes his place. I realize with a thrill that both men are using me and I’m nothing but a hole for them to share and use.
At some point, Charles tells Arthur to stop, then climbs off the bed. I whimper and try to get Arthur to fuck me, but he stays still and growls at me to stop moving. His focus is on Charles, who is moving around the room looking for something. He comes back a moment later and takes his original position behind me in bed.
“Do you both trust me?” Charles asks.
“Course, Charles,” Arthur breaths.
“Y-yes,” I manage.
“If anything gets to be too much, for either of you, tell me and I’ll stop,” Charles said. Arthur and I both manage to nod.
Charles lifts me off Arthur and for a moment, I’m confused. Nothing happens, but then Arthur lets out a choked gasp. Looking between our bodies, I see Charles is rubbing oil along Arthur’s cock. His movements are slow and a bit shaky, like this, is the first time he’s jerked another man off. Arthur makes no objection, he simply lays there and enjoys Charles’ touch.
When Charles is satisfied with how slick Arthur’s cock is, he turns his attention to me. Charles' oiled fingers slip into me, adding to my own slick. His two fingers become three, and then four.
Once I’m stretched open for him, Charles helps me back onto Arthur’s cock. Arthur’s arms wrap around my body and I’m held firm against his chest. After a moment, I realize what Charles has planned. The head of his cock is pressed against my entrance, and ever so slowly, is pushed into me. I gasp at the stretch, and Arthur let’s out a groan. It’s a tight fit, and Charles doesn’t attempt to force more than half his length into me.
The three of us don’t move. I’m afraid to breathe, Charles’ fingers dig into my skin, and Arthur’s jaw is clenched shut. Only when I breathe out and begin to relax does Charles move. His thrust is slow and hesitant, and I can’t help the moan that slips out of my mouth.
“Oh, she liked that, Charles,” Arthur gasps. Charles grunts in response and continues his slow pace.
At some point, Arthur begins to thrust up into me. And soon, both men are fucking me. When Charles pulls out, Arthur pushes into me. Their hands run along my back, fingers dig into my hair, and their mouths are on my shoulders and neck.
Trapped between their larger, sweaty bodies, I'm completely at their mercy. The only things I can focus on are their combined body heat and the sounds they’re making. Charles grunts are loud and deep, while Arthur's breathing is hard and the occasional moan slips past his lips.
With their combined thrusts, my orgasm is building again. It’s almost too much and is beginning to borderline on painful. I know I can cry for them to stop, but I don’t want them to stop. I want them to keep using me, to force me to cum again and again. I want them to use me until I’m a crying and weak mess. And they do just that.
Together, Charles and Arthur both bring one more orgasm out of me. I cry out at the painful pleasure they force out of me. A moment later, both men push into me and cum. Charles’ grip on my waist is harsh, and his groan is loud. Arthur squeezes me tight against his chest, his moan is low and shaky, almost like a whimper. I’m left limp and sore between them, barely able to focus.
Charles pulls out of me first. He lets out a low groan, no doubt enjoying the sight of my ruined pussy. I whimper at the feeling of cum oozing out of me. Charles climbs off the bed while Arthur rolls me onto my side as he pulls out. He winces and makes a comment, but I can’t make it out.
Charles wipes me clean, he hushes me when I gasp in pain, and helps me into a large shirt. Once everyone is cleaned up, both men join me in bed. The bed dips and shifts, and a blanket is pulled over us. Upon opening my eyes, I see Charles is in front of me. His hands take mine and kiss my knuckles. Arthur is behind me, his arm drapes over my waist, and he presses a kiss to a bite mark on my shoulder.
“My men,” I whisper. My voice is raw and my eyes feel so heavy. “You both take such good care of me.”
“Course we do. We care bout you,” Arthur said. His voice is thick with exhaustion, but his arm pulls me against his body.
“Get some rest you two,” Charles said. I nod and snuggle against his broad chest.
Between both men, I feel safe and warm. My body aches, and I know tomorrow I’ll be stuck in bed, but none of that matters. The world goes dark and I’m dimly aware of both men whispering and the feeling of fingers in my hair.
