#miniprompt sprint

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

i neeeed drunk arthur sneaking into reader’s tent for your writing sprint!! 🫶🫶🫶 all the fluff and arthur being touchy yet uncoordinated

Haha this one is so sweet and fun!! Loved writing it!! Thank you so much for your ask, little anon 🫶

A close sound suddenly pulls you out of Moprheus's realm, the darkness of the night still deep and thick as your eyes struggle to open. There's definitely someone outside your tent, a blurred form moving at the entrance.

The flaps suddenly open as the person stumbles inside, boots bumping into the little piece of furniture you use as a dressing table, dragging your belongings down with it. You hear the intruder curse an annoyed "Ah, shit!" and mumble an unaudible complaint.

"Arthur, is that you, honey?" You manage to ask in a sleepy voice, amusement starting to creep onto your face as you're realising what's happening. The outlaw snaps his head in your direction, and you catch his toothy smile even in the obscurity.

"Dar -hic!- ling! I didn't want t-to wake ya up."

He instantly let all the objects he had gathered to clean up his mess go, your little mirror crashing onto the ground. You sigh in a half-amused, half-desperate way. He is so drunk. "It's okay, big boy, come here." You whisper to him, pulling up your blanket and opening your arms.

Arthur doesn't even bother (or remember) to undress. He walks with difficulty to your cot, tripping at every step, hat falling on the ground during his final swing to you. He collapses almost entirely on you and instantly nestles his head into the crook of your neck, his burning body pressed against yours as your arms close their embrace around him. He's all messy and clumsy, the opposite of his usual attentive and restrained self, almost crushing you under him. You can still feel his huge torso hiccup and one of his legs is hanging off the bed. He speaks against your neck, the sound entirely muffled, and you assume by his intonation that he had said he loved you.

"Love you too, sweetie." You coo to him fondly. One of his hands not so subtly reaches for your chest, grabbing one breast and sighing contently. By the weight of him on your chest, you can feel he's already almost asleep, feeling his beatific smile on his face against your skin.

His snoring and heat soon accompany you back to sleep, too.

[twola]

Head-over-heels, madly in love Arthur who just can't get enough of his wife pls

He always wants you. He wants you in the morning, when you are scurrying about the house in your chemise, cooking breakfast and putting on the coffee. He's been scolded more than once when breakfast ended up burnt because he had to have you bent over the kitchen table.

He wants you in the evening, when you have spent the day keeping the home - cleaning and cooking and providing for him. When you're a little tired and he can lay you down in the bed and ravish you proper.

He shouldn't have these things. Shouldn't have a home, shelter, a few sheep fenced in outside and a dog snoozing next to the fire. Shouldn't have dinner on the table every night and his work shirts mended with expert needlework and love in every stitch.

And by god, he loves you. He loves everything about you. He loves how much you care and how everything you do is for him, for the two of you. How you keep his home.

You're brushing your hair in the old mirror at the end of the day, tired and in an old nightgown before you crawl into bed, exhausted from the day's work.

As you stand up, you turn right into the barrel chest of your husband, and are taken by surprise as he surges forward and kisses you headily.

He tips your chin up and captures your lips again, drawing you fully against him. One hand finds a greedy handful of your rear and squeezes, making you gasp into his mouth.

You push back slightly, panting. "You... you can't be serious, right? I'm hardly anythin' to look at right now..."

He responds by hooking both of his hands around your waist and then spreading them wide across your rear before squeezing both of your cheeks hard.

"Serious as a heart attack, my little wife. Now get you on the bed and get out of them clothes."

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Grinding through clothes and having to be quiet with Arthur for your little writing sprint? 🤲 (gn?)

OOOOhh yes anon, I have such a kink for this and I will definitely do it justice! Got a little carried away!

(I'm going to publish a few last mini prompts answer this weekend!! Don't worry if your ask isn't answered yet, it's coming soon! 🫶🏼)

The way Arthur handles you tonight is almost too much for you.

Just at the edge of camp, while everyone was busy celebrating Jack's reunion with the gang, Arthur had been quick to steal you away from the festivities and pin you against one of Shady Belle's old walls, barely hidden from everyone. The way he holds you up against it is almost ridiculously easy for him, as if lifting up a bunch of feathers; his hips settled between your legs, arms strongly holding them up and open, you're trapped between this eager furnace of a man and the coldness of the shabby wood against your back.

"H-how many did you had, Arthur?"

"Not that much... Just enough to give me the balls to man up and have my way with ya." He smiles at himself, pathetic bastard. "Not enough to make me forget about all this tomorrow morning, though..." He assures, voice a rough whisper, his lips crashing against yours in a deep and direct kiss, humming when he feels their soft plumpness.

He can't help it, you're just so pretty, so perfect, and tonight, after feeling the sting of saving the son of someone else to reunite a family that wasn't his, to be forced to only observe the love and fulfillment only a blood link could bring, never able to feel it anymore, he couldn't hold himself; craving. Craving for some kind of attention, any kind, from you.

He's already hard in his jeans, he has been for a long moment to be honest, since he saw that grin of yours he loved so dear, since you had whispered those filthy, teasing things into his ears right by the campfire, knowing damn well what you were doing. You should have seen it coming. His hips starts to press against your core, and with your thighs open and your dress pulled up, you can feel the hard line of his shaft grind aaall against your pussy in a long, deliberate movement.

"Oh!" You can't help but moan at it, your hands locking on his shoulders, trying to hold on to something, anything, to keep yourself grounded on Earth.

"Tut-tut, girl, you gotta keep quiet," He reminds you, a smug smirk on his lips, so fucking pleased with himself. He instantly rocks hismelf against you again, his clothed cock rubbing right where you need it against your pulsing clit, the tightness of his jeans emphasizing the hardness and pression of it against the fabric of your undergarments.

You can't stop yourself. You try to muffle it, but another sigh of pleasure is quickly turning into a whine, and he grunts, more quietly than you, barely a pleased exhale.

"What did I jus' say, hm? You want one of these fools come walkin' on us, uh? S'at what you want?"

"It's not that easy!" You protest, voice low but indignated. Wanting to prove your point, you suddenly aim for his neck, lips attacking his flesh, tongue and mouth suckling at his scarred skin, and this time, you're the one grinding your wet core against him.

And feeling you doing it to him, oh Lord, it's a whole other thing. Arthur is losing all sense of decency. He moans like he's been hit by a bullet, sinful hands sliding to your ass, grabbing each cheek with one hand, pressing you even more against him, encouraging your movement.

"S-see? Who's making noise, now?" You tease him with a triumphant smile, still whispering.

"Shut up," He growls, unable to resist anything anymore and hating himself for being that weak. He looks at you, angry stare mixed with so much desperation and lust that the whole world's limits are blurred. Without any more warning, he bends his head to yours and searches for another kiss, tongue sliding against yours, both of your tastes blending, the borders between you and him collapsing even further.

Accompanying the kiss, your body naturally rubs against his in a sensual, demanding move, and he responds instantly. It's a long moment of your two sexs grinding against the other, muffled moans mixed with a few loud pants and groans, Arthur wincing at the pain the frabic is causing him on his cockhead but not stopping for the wolrd, you moaning more and more as his large cock presses and grinds and rubs hardly against your clit. It's almost a competition now, seeing who would pull out the biggest sound from the other.

"Oh, for God's sake, Arthur you have an actual room for this now! Use the damn thing, goddamn it!" Hosea's paternal voice cuts through the air and stops your unholy throes of passion.

The outlaw in question grumbles as all answer, slipping his arms under your legs and lifting you up from the wall in a quick jump, marching as fast as he can inside the sheltering mansion.

There, at least, he would be able to take all the time he needs to treat you like you deserved, and make you pay for those cheeky moves of yours.

[twola]

Ok so, something I've seen a few times is the male premature ejaculation trope...but I don't think I've ever seen anyone write a women have a premature orgasm? 🤔 like..maybe Arthur has been away for a long while and reader is just overwhelmed/stimulated from finally being able to touch each other after so long apart? She gets embarrassed by it, but our sweet outlaw of course assures her it's fine (and maybe feels slightly proud that he has that effect on her 🥲) .

No worries if this one doesn't strike inspiration!

(P.S gonna take a moment to just say thank you for all the stories you have blessed us with. Your works have fueled so many daydreams and I cherish them dearly. Hope you have a good trip!)

He'd been away for so long, long enough that when he returned, it was everything you were not to drag him outside of camp. No, you had to wait for your lover to settle back in - to commune with Dutch, to unpack his bags, to cajole with the other men.

Meanwhile you were fit to burst. You sat simmering, near aggressively sewing as Arthur took his time making his way over to you. He nicks his head toward the wooded area and you immediately toss down your sewing and follow him.

"Come 'ere, darlin'." Arthur drawls, and you nearly jump into his arms, immediately leaning up and pressing your lips to his. He slowly spins you so that you are leaning against the tree, and your kissing devolves from sweet to sultry as you open your mouth to him.

Moaning into his mouth, you hold onto his biceps for dear life as you plaster yourself against him, holding on to him as if he would disappear again.

He works his leg between yours, his strong thigh pressing against your pelvis as his tongue wrestles with yours. He groans into your mouth as you mewl.

You grind your core against his thigh - maybe it was the time away, maybe it was the excitement of him being home, maybe it was the sheer desperation, but you nearly scream into his mouth as you come, jolting against him as your fingers dig into his shoulders.

He pulls back, astonished, and you pant, holding onto his shirt, mortification settling in. Your cheeks blaze red as you look downward, unable to continue eye contact.

Arthur grabs your chin with one hand and makes you look up at him. A sly, near satisfied smile graces his features.

"Ain't you the most precious little thing?"

[twola]

Hello, love! Sending you lots of love and joy, hope you feel less crappy soon <3

Perhaps some Arthur eating Reader out in camp or nearby and getting caught by some camp mates because she just can't keep quiet no matter how much he coos and shushes her?? Xoxo

“Sweetheart - y’gotta be quiet-” Arthur rasps, his breath hot against your cunt.

Its nigh impossible for you to keep quiet, having squealed when Arthur yanked your bloomers down, having gasped when he nipped at your thigh, having moaned when his tongue parted your folds.

He chuckles, though you can only see the laughter in his eyes from your vantage of looking down your front at him.

"Much as I love them little noises, darlin'...."

The two of you are not terribly far outside of camp, and you're spread out in a small glen of trees, Arthur between your legs as you lay on your back. He's fully extended on his stomach, his arms wrapped around your thighs as he continues to kiss and nibble and lick at you.

Arthur pushes his hot tongue inside you and even with your hand over your mouth, you wail aloud as the pleasure hits you like a freight train.

“Jesus Christ-”

Arthur pauses mid-lick, his mouth over your cunt, nose buried in the curls on your mound. Your skirts are tossed completely over your hips, leaving you completely exposed under your waist.

You strain your neck looking backwards, only to come into eye contact with a half-bemused, half-disgusted John Marston. You screech, throwing your skirts over your hips to hide yourself from him, covering a sputtering Arthur with the fabric as well.

John scowls, holding a rifle in his hands. His scars overstate his annoyance, making him look fearsome indeed.

"Go do that somewhere else. You sound like a dying animal."

Arthur has since dug himself out from under your skirts

"Marston, you say somethin' like that to her again and you're gonna sound like a dyin' man." He growls,

John rolls his eyes, shouldering his rifle and walks away, continuing his watch duties.

You sit on the ground, mortified, your skirts still askew. Arthur walks back over to you and holds his hand out, nonplussed by the whole situation. You look back up at him incredulously.

"C'mon now, don't think we were done there."

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Big strong cowboy loves when little reader takes charge in bed 🤤

Hell yes Twola!!! 🔥 Also, I know that you and I have a thing for Modern Arthur lately, so idk I just went for a good "fucking in the car after a baseball game" kind of thing. Hope you'll like it! It's an honor to answer your ask💓I'm very happy to be able to return the favor after having consumed so many of your fics!

Arthur's palms feel huge on your waist.

He knows he shouldn't love it that much, but the way your body felt and looked next to his, under his, over his, so small, so light and soft, it had always made all his blood rush to his cock since the very begining.

Just like right now, the both of you inside his truck, messily parked on top of a hill where you both were supposed to eat and enjoy the view of the city at night after an important game of his. The sparkles from it still shine in the darkness, unaware of the sinful thing you're doing to him instead. 13 to 2, he well deserved it after all. You have him lie back on both the seats, shirtless, as you climb and sit on his lap, removing your clothes one by one as he watches, mesmerized. You don't even reach the ceiling of his truck, when he is crunched to fit inside. He feels his shaft pulse at the thought.

"Jesus, you're so goddamn gorgeous, darlin'."

"You like having me on top, don't you?"

"More than I can admit."

Your hand slide between the both of you and takes care of his pants, fishing out his veiny and blood-gorged cock outside his clothes, and he hisses at how you handle him that well, delicate and petite fingers wrapped around him and guiding him like this. Oh, how he loved it, the way pull your own pantie to the side, and rubb your wet folds against his cockhead, sending shivers of need everywhere through his body, his own fingers pressing into your waist in return, showing just how much he needs you.

"Say you want it…"

"I want it. God, I need it baby."

He's almost desperate for it. With a satisfied grin, you push your hips down on him, his shaft finally penetrating your tight inside, and he grunts loudly, unable to stop himself. "Fuck, yeah," he shakily exhales, brow crunched in a delightful expression of pleasure.

It's already so good, and it's out of this world as you start to ride him good and proper, just like he likes it, hips up and down, in long, almost torturous movement, your pussy letting him go then welcoming him again fully everytime. And he lets you handle him just like you want to, because for once, he's being taken cared of. That idea alone almost has him spill inside of you.

His limits are tested another time as you speed up your pace, one hand taking support on the dashboard, the other on his chest, looking so tiny on the immensity of his hairy torso. His breathing is turning into deep moans and grunts only you can pull out of him.

It's a few more intense moves from you, breasts bouncing, making your ass slapp against his balls, beautiful and perfect small body pleasuring him so fast and he's a panting mess, mouth open and eyes closed until he finally finishes deep, pulling you all against him and envelopping you whole with his two enormous and strong but tired arms, mumlbing another "fuck" with that hoarse, spent voice.

[twola]

Just some soft smut with Arthur, love the idea of giggly morning sex

The squeak of the cot underneath your bodies makes you snicker into Arthur’s neck, and in response he chuckles into your jaw, nibbling there.

He's spread out completely above you, his hips slotted between your own. The wide yaw of your legs is hidden underneath the threadbare blanket tossed over the two of you, slipping down Arthur’s back as he pushes up on his arms, straightening them.

At the movement, you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as the inches of his flesh buried in your channel shifts - goes deeper, kissing the very center of you.

He looms above you, blocking the morning light through the canvas. But you do not complain, for he is light in your life all on his own. He gives you a toothy grin - you’re especially fond of his silly little chipped tooth, before he lowers himself back down atop you, smothering you. You giggle in to his ear and feel his smile against your cheek.

All the while, his inches lay buried inside you, but as the lazy morning sun rises, the two of you are in no rush.

[twola]

Arthur with a reader who’s (female) self conscious about herself. He understands and builds her up. Maybe modern because I’m a sucker for modern Arthur

Um so sexy time always builds me up... in more ways than one teehee.

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You curse as you toss the tank top onto your bed - the increasingly large pile of clothing keeps growing with each article you dislike.

"You almost ready in there?" Arthur calls from the hallway. You look over and see him peek through the door frame. His eyes remain on you, scanning up and down. You're standing in front of the closet in your unbuttoned jeans and a black bra. Biting your nails, you turn back to the clothes in the closet.

"Nothing fits me - I can't fit into any of these damn clothes." You frown, pointing at the pile of shirts.

"The hell are you talking about?" Arthur steps fully into your bedroom, his expression turning from bemused to flabbergasted.

"I don't fit into anything because I've gained weight." You groan, your voice hitching as a sob of frustration threatens to boil up.

"Now that's horseshit if i've ever heard it." Arthur counters.

You pout your lip, crossing your arms over your chest, framing your barely concealed breasts in a very enticing way, much to Arthur's chagrin as he feels his pants tighten.

"Just go without me."

"Now come on, sweetheart, I'm sure you're just being hard on yourself." He replies, blading himself away from you so you couldn't see him adjust himself in his pants.

You didn't notice, too busy fuming. You push your jeans down to the floor, kicking them off, leaving you in just your bra and a matching thong. Balling up the jeans, you angrily throw them in the floor of your closet. "These jeans give me muffin top."

Well, now the two of you certainly weren't going to be on time to the brewery, as Arthur grits his teeth, his erection roaring to life as you stomp around the room in your underwear, mumbling to yourself.

"Fer Christ's sake -" Arthur groans, and moves into the room and grabs you, heaving you to the side of the bed unoccupied by your clothing.

You squawk in surprise as he bodily tosses you onto the bed, "Arthur what the hell-?"

"You can't just parade around like that in nothin' and not expect me to react." Arthur growls, and he pushes himself between your legs, his hands moving up from your waist, "Christ alive, you're gorgeous."

"Arthur-" You yelp as his hands reach your breasts, he pulls down the cups of your bra and your breasts spill out, nipples pebbling immediately when exposed.

"Fuck, you've got such pretty tits." He squeezes and rubs and gropes, and you moan as he leans over and takes one breast into his mouth and sucks on it.

Its several moments of this, his tongue laving over your nipple - he switches to the other side to make sure you are taken care of. When he stands up again, its with a slightly annoyed scowl, "How are we supposed to go out when you've got me all riled up now?"

He unbuttons and unzips his jeans, pushing his boxer briefs down so that his cock springs free, red-tipped and ruddy, roaring to life. You gasp as he leans over you again and grabs your thong with one hand, pushing it aside. "This little cunt, all for me." He rumbles before leaning down and licking a stripe from your cunt up to your clit, making you cry out. One of his hand spreads wide on your belly to keep you still, the other encircles his cock and strokes himself as he licks at you.

When he stands up once more, you're panting like you've run a sprint, your cunt weeping arousal and your body near boneless. Arthur spreads your legs further, lining himself up with you.

"I don't want to hear you sayin' that bullshit anymore, you hear?"

"Arthur-"

He drags the head of his cock from the rim of your cunt to your clit, tapping on it and making you whine.

"You hear? Look at what you do to me, woman."

His cockhead moves back to your cunt and dips in ever so slightly.

"So goddamn beautiful that I have to fuck you right now." Arthur growls, but doesn't push inside. Maybe half of his cockhead has slipped in, and you cry out in frustration.

"Arthur-" You mewl, bucking your hips upward in desperation, "Please-!"

He pushes inside, all those inches of him, until curls are intermixed with yours, until his pelvis is pressed against your ass, until he kisses the deepest part of you. You scream so loud he has to clap his hand over your mouth.

Its another ten minutes before you get dressed again. Arthur made sure he showed you just what you did to him - by putting your knees on his shoulders and bending you in half. By flipping you over and dragging your ass up for him to fuck you stupid. By heaving you up into his arms and thrusting into you while he held you up in the middle of the room. By painting your begging cunt with his warm spend, growling and groaning like a wild animal.

You stumble when you get your legs through your jeans again, and when Arthur hands you a top that is low-cut and bares your midriff, you take it, and don't say a word in complaint.