I NEED TO SIT ON HIS LAP DESPERATELY OMFG

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I NEED TO SIT ON HIS LAP DESPERATELY OMFG
I want to be loved by an older man, not lusted over.
Me when I have a thing for scary dilfs with mismatched eyes.
hybrid!arthur morgan who you found abandoned after his old gang disbanded. he was sickly, thin and shivering on the dirty streets. it took some coaxing but you managed to get him to follow you to your ranch where you fed and clothed him. arthur was wary, ears pinned back and barred teeth. last man that had clothed and fed him betrayed him, left him to die. why on earth would he trust some stranger?
you gave arthur time to adjust, getting him teas and medicine as well as feeding him a good diet. things were looking up. his eyes were brighter and his tail and ears shinier, fluffier. however, he was territorial as ever, not letting you near the heap of blankets in the corner he’d chosen to be his place in your home. not you could blame him. whoever abandoned him had clearly traumatized the poor man.
months went by and arthur warmed up to you. he would have his meals with you, would let you clean and wash his bedding, and he’d even help around the ranch hearding sheep and carrying hay for the horses. soon enough, arthur was your shadow. he’d return, sweaty and dirty in his suspenders with his tail whirring behind him at the prospect of a reward. your praise.
“thank you for carrying the feed, artie,” you cooed, tiptoeing to scratch between his fluffy ears, much to his delight. He followed you inside for a rest, plopping down on your lap, shirt untucked from hus jeans and bunched up at his chest. you giggled, rubbing over his chubby tummy which made arthur pant and squirm happily. “Mm…more of that,” he grunted, fluffy tail wiggling. of course, you obliged. anything for such a good boy.
slut for them
just a lil appreciation post for peepaw jensen🥹🩵