How do you think Arthur would react to taking care of an inexperienced reader on her first robbery? Where reader is faced to take a life and physically cannot , which leads to Arthur having to pick up the slack between the two.
If Arthur's taking you out robbing, he's already owned the outcome. If you get yourself killed trying to prove you're something you're not, it's on him—even as he warns you otherwise.
He lets you come along.
He lets you stake out the location; choose the mark; take the lead in the way he might let Jack win at dominoes. So when you falter, he's ready. He hears the tremble in your threat, clocks the knock in your knees, sees the mark's hand reaching for his holster—
Arthur takes care of it.
You aren't spared the gore. You stare at the mark, the crimson hole in his temple, how wrong and rigid he looks on the ground. Arthur says nothing. He works. He loots the body, still warm, a life for a pocket watch and an opened bottle of gin. He busts open the lockbox fixed to the back of the carriage: $20 and a few cans of sweetcorn.
"C'mon." Is all he says.
The ride home is mostly silent. Arthur doesn't goad, needle, or punish. If he does offer comfort, it's of the pragmatic sort; how there's more than one way to help out the gang; how there are some lines you can't uncross.
Numbly, distantly, you're aware he's spared you from something more than death.
Happy Belated Birthday my good friend @kieropal I know I don’t write much for Kieran but I’m always willing to try new things and do my best to deliver! Feel free to ask for more any time you want to see them!
I hope that your birthday was as awesome as you are (It was I’ve heard >:)) Meeting Roger, getting the original Red Dead! It was a good day!
Hopefully this little drabble can add to that!
If it’s too short (Because it is short because a bitch struggles with characters that aren’t arthur cause I’m biased as fuck) Don’t you DARE feel like you can’t ask for something more! I’d love to take some more time and write some even more stuff for you, I’ll sit down and do a really long Kieran study, just for you!
Now, that being said, this is NSFW themed
so
It’ll be under the cut!
Happy Birthday! <3
Opal Birthday present! (Kieran smut sounds)
The night air around Clemmon's Point was warm, but it wasn't unbearable. It was definitely different than what you'd become accustom to, while living up at Horseshoe Overlook.
The warmth was certainly comforting, that was sure, especially with your bare skin exposed the way that it was in the confines of your tent.
Kieran's fingers run gingerly over your skin, trailing down your sides with a slow pace, making sure to press just the slightest bit of pressure.
Usually Kieran is...shy, for a lack of better words, he isn't a very forward kind of man, nor is he exactly...a person to take charge, in these kinds of scenarios, but tonight seemed a little different.
He had taken charge.
Granted, he'd been very...
Slow about it at first, but he'd worked his way into a comfort zone.
He was happy with you, he had been for a while now, and he felt more himself, when he was with you, he didn't feel as though he had to be on edge all the time, but...
By nature Kieran was a little shyer.
The feeling of his hand across your body was sure though, no hesitation, as he continued.
He had been so sweet to you the entire night, so charming, it was good to see such a different side of him.
You reach a hand up and gently tangle it within his hair, getting him to kiss you.
He pulls back with a smile on his face, and with a quiet voice he asks a question.
"Are you sure this is what you want Y/N? With me?"
You smile and nod, letting a small chuckle escape you.
"Of course I do Kieran, I wouldn't have let you get this far if I didn't."
He leans in and offers you a sweet kiss, his hand moving a little lower, grazing over your stomach until he found your heat, gently running his finger around your sensitive lips, before inserting one into you.
Surprisingly his fingers were thick, and the feeling of his finger felt great, and as he began to curl them you realized that maybe he knew more than he let on.
You trail your hands over his chest as he keeps it up, offering you a kiss every so often, doing his best to help you keep quiet in camp.
His lips are soft, and each kiss he caresses your tongue with his own, seemingly gaining confidence with each muffled sound you let out.
He adds in a second finger after a few minutes, easing you into the feeling with soft words in you ear.
"You're doing great, and you look so beautiful.." His voice is so soothing, and you feel nothing but safe in his arms.
You allow your hands to graze over his chest, smiling at him as his face turns red.
He loves the feeling of your hands, so soft against his skin, and laying against you right now, bare as the day he was born, he felt so close to you, he felt as though he'd never been closer to anyone.
It doesn't take much longer of the movements of his fingers for you to begin falling apart.
His thumb circles your clit just right, adding to your climax, and while it is slow building, it's nonetheless a strong one.
As you finally reach that peak he kisses you deeply again, muffling those sounds, hoping to save you some embarrassment tomorrow morning.
He gently pulls his fingers away, and almost with a little bit of hesitation, nearly a bit of embarrassment himself, he brings his fingers to his face and licks them clean, tasting you against his fingers.
He then looks to you, kissing your cheek and then your neck gently.
"Are you ready Sweetheart?"
You nod and place a hand on his cheek, and then kissing his forehead as he moves to center himself with you.
Only moments later you feel his dick slide in.
He fills you nicely, he isn't too large, his isn't too small, he's perfect.
His movements are gentle, rocking his hips against yours, you matching his pace.
It's slow, yes, but its nice, and it's what you want. There isn't a need to go quickly, or roughly. Slow and tender is exactly what you wanted.
He faces you, keeping himself above you, facing you and kissing you as the two of you continue.
He offers up praises quietly in your ear, telling you how well you're doing and how nice it feels to be with you. How much he loves you and appreciates the moment.
He loves the feeling of your hands trailing up his spine at a languid pace, not hurried or panicked, just comfortable, slow.
He loves the smile that seems plastered on your face indefinitely.
He is almost perfect in every sense of the word, and you love having him so close, having him inside you. You couldn't feel closer to him.
The night continues with the two of you, rocking gently, feeling the pleasure you needed without feeling the need for more.
With Kieran it was always enough. You never felt you needed more. With him you didn't need it rough, you didn't need it fast, quick.
You needed love, and with Kieran that's what you got.
You loved him so much, you loved him to the ends of the earth, and he felt the same for you.
It only made the moments like these all the more intimate.
ok im back! this idea won't leave my mind ever since I began to listen to Slipknot's song "Custer": imagine modern Arthur meeting reader at like a biker bar or something and they're this hardcore, leather boot wearing biker with tattoos and a resting bitch face (I've been blessed with one myself) and when he gets to know them, he finds out just how much of a sunshine personality they have, a total opposite of their physical appearance - I wanna see them working on their bikes together, getting stupid tattoos with each other, I wanna see Arthur staring at us in our most disheveled attire ugly crying at a movie and him imagining our lives as a married couple
alright I'm done, glad I got that off my chest, goodnight! 🖐🤠
AHHHH okokok im working on the modern arthur at the moment, but I'd love to do something like this as soon as I'm finished
Okay, I wanted to write something a little bit more angsty than usual. Through Arthur’s perspective.
I don’t know why, I just.....
PLEASE
Angsty Arthur just makes my heart ache for him.
Warnings: Angst of course, Suicidal thoughts, Drinking, Language, Arthur pining and being generally depressed, Arthur x Reader, sexual language/sexual themes
Arthur crossed his arms, leaning against one of the support poles that held up his canvas tent.
A cigarette hung from his lips, but he was hardly aware of the intakes he was taking from it.
His mind was miles away, he was too far absorbed into his own thoughts that he was no longer at Horseshoe Overlook.
If anyone were to come near him, to look him in the face, they’d know.
His eyes were glossed over, partially from the drinks he’d had, and partially simply just-
Checking out.
The rest of camp was singing, dancing, drinking. It was the only reason he had an excuse to drink the way he was.
The bottle that was tucked securely against his chest, being gripped by his right hand was probably his sixth or seventh bottle of Whiskey.
While he was usually a happy drunk, or at least he’d been told he was a happy drunk, tonight was different.
He couldn’t stop watching you, thinking about you, wondering if things could have been different between the two of you.
He snorted to himself, snapping out of the fantasy he’d been replaying in his head.
The two of you, happy, smiling, standing on a porch somewhere, on a ranch the two of you owned.
Maybe even a kid or two, running around the two of you, smiling and laughing.
His hand around your waist, yours on his chest.
Things that he wanted but could never have.
Things that, no matter what he did, no matter how he tried to change, or tried to be the best he could, he could never obtain.
Rolling his eyes he took the last swig of his Whiskey and tossed the bottle to the ground before heading towards the box containing the rest of the alcohol.
He simply grunted in response to anyone who spoke to him, telling him he shouldn’t be such a grump, Sean was home, he should be celebrating, singing, but he couldn’t give a flying fuck.
These feelings in his chest, they’d only gotten worse and worse over the years, and moving from Blackwater over to the Heartlands, it had just brought them all bubbling up to the surface.
He grabbed a few more bottles of Whiskey, three, and headed back to his tent, this time just ignoring those around him.
As soon as he’d made it to his tent the flaps went down and engulfed his room in darkness.
He lit the lantern hanging from the ceiling, though he’d thought about just remaining in the dark, but if he wanted to drink he had to see.
He made sure the light was as dim as he could get it, and set about opening the first bottle, taking a seat on his cot, leaning against the wagon behind him.
He took another drink, and for the first time in what he was sure was years, he felt a tear roll down his cheek, warm and wet, unwelcome.
You.
You were just...
It started as something he hated to admit. It was simply lust in the beginning. He could satisfy his problems with a simple silent jack off, his hand in his pants and embarrassment flooding through his veins, along with guilt, but after he was finished, the problem was gone and he could move on.
But it grew into something more.
It wasn’t just lust for you anymore.
It was something much more than that.
He couldn’t just sneak off with the image of you in his head and get his rocks off to keep going anymore. It only made him want you more, but now, he didn’t want just physical things.
He wanted to see the look in your eyes when he told you he loved you.
He wanted to see the smile on your face when he gave you a gift, or when you saw him come into camp.
He wanted to hear the words “I love you” fall from your lips and have them be directed at him. He wanted to hug you tightly, feel your arms around his neck and your breath on his collarbones.
He wanted to wake up with you, see how relaxed you looked when you slept.
He wanted to run to you after being away for so long, to pick you in a hug so tight that your feet don’t touch the ground.
He wanted
you.
He wanted a life with you.
He wanted to love you fully, wholeheartedly, with everything in his body.
He would kill for you, he’d die for you.
But he knew it could never happen.
“Fuckin’ moron Morgan.” He allowed himself a small pathetic chuckle and took another drink from the bottle, staring blankly at the closed curtains of his tent.
He was an awful person.
A horrible man.
He killed for a living. Killed men, robbed from them, conned them. He did it without thought most of the time anymore.
He was an outlaw, he wasn’t some farmer, some lawman.
He was just....
Not good enough for you, and he knew it.
Arthur wasn’t willing to risk another Mary situation. He couldn’t, he wouldn’t survive it, and you? You were so much more important to him than Mary had ever been, you rejecting him?
That really would kill him.
Not that he hadn’t already thought about finishing himself off already.
The moment he realized he felt what he felt for you? That he loved you so dearly?
He wondered what the easiest way out was.
Whether it’d be a gun to his temple, or finally letting the lawmen get him.
He couldn’t do it, and for that he considered himself a coward.
He couldn’t leave Dutch. Hosea.
He couldn’t leave you.
As much as he knew you didn’t need him, knew that you didn’t feel the same for him that he felt for you, he couldn’t leave you.
He’d protect you until he couldn’t anymore.
He’d lay down and die in your stead if that’s what it took.
But you were going to live if it took everything out of him.
He couldn’t give you the life he wanted, he couldn’t make you love him, he didn’t want to, he wanted you to love him because you loved him, but he would keep you safe if it was the last thing he did.
The feeling in his stomach, that flutter every time he saw you, every time he talked to you, it was like a drug to him.
It was the closest thing he had to kissing you.
To holding you.
To being with you.
It’s all he had.
It’s all he could cling to.
The only thing that mattered, the only thing that kept him waking up, it was you.
Your kind words, your smile, the way you looked at him, the way you laughed, the way you simply moved.
Everything you did.
It was the only thing keeping him teathered.
“Arthur?”
Your voice, it brought him out of his head, made him focus his eyes, realize what was going on around him.
You were peaking your head into the tent, a concerned look there in your eyes.
Oh, it was painted in his direction, it made his heart speed, the thought that you cared for him.
The thought that you were interested in how he was doing.
“Are you alright?” You ask and he offers up a sarcastic grin.
“Right as rain.” He mumbles and lifts the whiskey bottle, as though he’s toasting you.
You frown and step further into his tent, and keep your hands in front of you, one over the other.
“Are you sure?” You mumble. “You just...You’re usually singing when you’re drunk, smiling. This isn’t like you.”
No, this is exactly like him.
“I’m fine, tired’s all.” He slurs. “Jus’ tired Y/N, nothin’ for you to worry about.”
“You don’t have to lie to me Arthur, I know you.”
Oh, the way you say his name, it sends sparks through him.
If only you really did know him, if only you read his thoughts, maybe then you’d run from him, and it would make things so much easier. It would be so much easier to dislike you if you just thought he was some kind of pervert. If you weren’t so kind to him.
“I’m jus’ thinkin’.” He finally admits. “Too deep in my own damn head to have fun.”
He gestures towards his tent.
“Don’t let me stop ya from havin’ fun. Go, forget about me.”
“Arthur-”
“I’m fine.”
You sigh and leave his tent as he’s asked you to, and he’s left to his thoughts again.
Your pretty face, your wonderful smile, your jokes, wit...
just...
you.
If he could just have you.
If he could just....
Be someone else.
Someone better, someone better looking, someone deserving of you, someone who wasn’t him. Anyone but him.
He’d let you slip out of his tent, he could have, should have, told you right then and there what he was feeling.
He should have.
But he knew that if he did...
You’d never feel the same, and you didn’t deserve to deal with him.
Caught in a place he didn’t want to be, caught between living and dying. Hoping he could simply just....
Not wake up in the morning.
It would never happen.
The two of you would never happen.
He would die alone, without you, without ever telling you.
@kieropal This is for you! (and me lmao) Congrats on getting over 100 followers! You deserve so many more than that! And I hope you like the rest of this just as much as you liked the WIP!
Warnings: Chubby Arthur x Chubby reader, smut, 18+ themes sexual in nature, Female reader
18+ Under the cut y’all!
You crossed your legs and hoped to God that no one noticed.
You hoped to God that no one had noticed who you’d been staring at, who caused you to cross your legs, especially hoping that the person you’d been ogling didn’t.
Considering he had an ax in his hand you figured he had better things in mind.
You tried your hardest not to feel the way you did, truly, honestly.
You just couldn’t help it.
The more you looked at him…The more you felt a heat begin to pool in your stomach.
Plus, every time you talked to him you could feel yourself trip over your own words like you hadn’t been talking your entire life.
Arthur Morgan was a specimen, that much was true.
You watched with a sideways glance his way as he brought the axe up over his bare chest and swung down, cracking a log in half with a resounding crack! And he gave a grunt as he tossed the two pieces to the side to replace them with a fresh log.
It was hot in Clemmon’s Point, and you didn’t blame him for taking his top off.
But God did it make things difficult for you.
Dangling the shirt around his waist next to his suspenders, it was almost as if he was taunting you.
It was like he knew.
Like he knew that you couldn’t help but notice the way the muscles moved under his skin.
His arms flexing involuntarily with every movement, his forearms showing the most, with his back following, he might have had a bit more fat on his body, but that didn’t take away from the strength there.
He was a little round in the middle, no one could deny that, his stomach came over his belt, but if anything that added to the attraction of him. A man with a stomach ate well, and he ate well because he worked hard.
His chest was meaty in the best way, and covered in a dusting of chest hair, just enough to be handsome as hell, placed in all the right places, not too much of it, not too little.
Well-trimmed and well groomed.
He kept his hair short with a fade and kept a beard just slightly longer than his jawline, occasionally swapping it for a gentle stubble, like he had now to try and fight the heat of the south.
Arthur Morgan was a massive man, almost of beastly size, both in height and and in width.
And it made you hot and bothered to no end and every time he opened his mouth it was like heaven was tumbling out of his vocal cords.
That voice was like listening to honey, yet somehow it was rough in all the right places, you’d listened to him threaten so many people, camp members who happened to cross him on a bad day, people in town who tried to start trouble...
The way he lowered his voice?
Christ, he already had a low voice as it was, but he dropped an octive or two when he wanted to be threatening.
You knew it was supposed to be threatening.
You knew that.
But
Shit it did not feel that way.
You felt your entire body heat up every time he did it.
You were never able to control the direction your head went. He’d open his mouth, threaten someone to be careful or he’d split their chest wide open, and all you could think about was him taking control of you.
“Just like that Princess....arch just a little more for me, you’re bein’ such a good girl for me, takin’....shit...takin’ my whole cock like this....”
Those thoughts crossed your mind far too often, his hands all over your body, his voice in your ear, commanding you, muttering such awful, sinful things...
You were so embarrassed.
He was your friend, the two of you hadn’t had any kind of romantic interaction at all, yet every time you looked at him?
God, you just couldn’t focus.
This hadn’t happened until recently, the last two months, your entire body just seemed to react to him.
He had a fantastic personality too, it wasn’t just about his body, or his voice. He was a great man. Sure he could threaten someone, he killed men, he robbed, conned, but....he had a softer side, a kinder side, and you saw it, as much as he wished that no one did, you did.
He had a reputation to hold up.
He was patient with those who deserved it, funny, smarter than he let on, and just all around...
Sweet.
Everything about him attracted you. He was rough, but he was soft too.
He could strangle you.
But you wanted him to.
But he could also hug you, keep you safe, and you wanted that too.
“Y/N, I been talkin’ to you for the last five minutes, you hear a single word I said?”
You blinked and look up at the voice, your face going red immediately as you looked into those blue-green oceanic eyes.
Arthur leaned against the handle of the axe, his elbow propped against it and the head of the axe planted securely on the ground. Still stationed over by the wood, but considering you’d managed to take the closest seat available to the wood you were sure more than likely he’d noticed you staring.
His head cocked to the side with a sly smirk on his face.
“Lil preoccupied there are ya? Thinkin’ about somethin’ you shouldn’t be?”
You floundered for a moment, opening and closing your mouth like a fish.
“I...No...I...I..I..” You couldn’t properly think about what to say, your eyes wondering down his bare chest, you forced yourself to look back to his eyes, trying to ignore the heat in your face.
“I got somethin’ on me? Mud or somethin’? Probably flung from the axe.” He looked down to where you’d glanced, wiping his stomach gently with one of those massive hands of his.
Of course he noticed you looking. He’s observant, he’ll notice everything you do.
“No, no, I...I thought, but no.”
“Mhm.” He hummed and stood straight, and leaned the axe against the tree, and started his way towards you, taking a seat at the table directly across from you.
He searched around in one of his pockets, and pulled out a cigarette, placing it delicately between his lips.
He pulled a match out then, lighting it against the table with one swift flick of his wrist.
You watched as he covered the cigarette with his hand, and brought the match flame to the end, huffing as he managed to light it.
Please, for the love of God, focus. Stop looking at his lips.
“So,” He huffed a cloud of smoke out, turning his head to avoid blowing it your way. “You done anythin’ fun? ‘Side’s melt in this damn heat?”
Imagined you with your hand in your pants and your head thrown back but other than that nothing.
“No, I’m afraid not Arthur.” You chuckle, hoping it doesn’t sound forced. “I think it’s almost too warm to do anything.”
“’Course, nearly thought about jumpin’ in the damn lake myself.” He snorted. “Everybody better count themselves lucky this is as stripped as I’ve gotten.”
Opposite of lucky.
You adjust your legs, hoping it isn’t noticeable.
God, why couldn’t you just explain it to him? Tell him what he meant to you? Maybe he’d feel the same.
Ah, who are you kidding?
You knew what you looked like, and you knew that you weren’t anything special in the personality department.
You were round yourself, but not the same way Arthur was.
He was...
It fit him, made up part of his look, it didn’t feel outward, out of place at all. It was attractive.
For you?
You knew most women had flat stomachs. That’s what men wanted. They didn’t want the marks on your thighs, or the squishy, flabby roundness of your stomach.
It was an odd shape, it hung low, your breasts weren’t perky, your ass wasn’t as big as you wanted it to be, you had back fat, rolls, you knew no one that that was attractive.
Not even a drunkard would pay for you.
So why on earth would someone as attractive as Arthur want something to do with you?
Little did you know Arthur did think of you as attractive. He thought of you almost every single day, that’s why he talked to you all the time.
Why he stumbled over his words, why he took his shirt off this afternoon. He was hot of course, but he’d noticed you take a seat and he let that little boost of confidence hit him enough to take it off.
He hated the way that he looked, he hated how large he was, you, you were different, you were attractive, wide hips, thick thighs, and a soft stomach. Him, he was ugly anyway. Adding a big stomach instead of even a slight hint of abs or at least a flat stomach, it just made him even uglier.
You though.
He didn’t care that you were bigger.
Hell, he’d gone after bigger women his entire life. He loved the way you looked. Your hips? Your thighs?
He liked your stomach, how it looked. He didn’t care that it was bigger, it looked soft and he often thought about what it’d be like to cuddle with you.
Granted, he also thought about snapping his hips against yours, listening to the wonton screams falling from your lips.
He thought about his hands gliding over that soft stomach of yours while he drilled into you as deeply as he could, all the way to the base, as much as you could take, screaming his name and clawing at his back.
He thought about pulling your hair and pushing your back down, helping you arch that back as he slammed you from behind.
The way your face would look with his hand around your throat, or his fingers gripping onto your hips so hard that they left bruises.
Sometimes he almost had to run away, afraid you’d see the tent forming in his pants.
Now the two of you sat in silence, you watching his lips as he smoked, puffing away at the cigarette.
The two of you were oblivious to each other. Oblivious of the obvious attraction to one another, and everyone in camp could see it, but no one understood how you two didn’t.
You tried not to stare at him, the silence between you wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but...it wasn’t a good silence either.
You were trying desperately to think of something to say, something to talk to him about, but all you could focus on, I mean...
You put your hand over your eyes for just a moment, trying to force yourself not to think the way you were, think about Arthur in such a way that you were sure a nun could condemn you to hell.
Your thoughts are pushed out of your head as he speaks up again.
“Y/N, I got an idea, if....I mean, if you’ll come with me.”
“Of course, I trust you Arthur.”
He smiles at you widely, and stands from his seat, reaching his hand out to you, waiting as you place yours in it.
Before you know it he’s pulling you along towards the lake, nearly running with excitement.
You do your best to ignore the mischievous glances you receive from Abigail and Mary-Beth as you pass them, but your main focus is on the feeling of his hand in yours.
The further along the shoreline the two of you get, the further away from camp you get.
Finally the two of you reach a secluded location, a little bit of the lake area surrounded by nothing but empty shore.
“Further away from camp.” Arthur muttered, he dropped your hand and faced you. “Ain’t no one who’ll see the two of us if we jump in to cool off.”
Why does he hate you? Is he teasing you on purpose, what kind of hellish torture is this?
“C’mon, I won’t look at ya, I’m gonna hop in, it’s hot as hell.” He offers another smirk and unbuttons the final button on his shirt that kept it hanging on and tossed it to side, followed by his suspenders.
You turn quickly to ignore the heat on your face, and begun to unbutton your shirt yourself.
You weren’t willing to pass this up.
You liked him, you knew that, and he had this idea himself, you weren’t going to refuse him.
You’d never get the confidence to do this on your own, so you had to go in the moment.
You heard a splash behind you, and twisted to see Arthur shoulder deep in the lake.
“C’mon! It’s nice!” He smiles widely and gestures for you to come in. “Promise, I ain’t gonna look.”
You swallow and nod, undressing as quickly as possible, crossing your arms over your chest and running into the lake, looking at the back of Arthur’s head as he leaned back to get water on his scalp.
“Ya in?”
“Yep, you can look now cowboy.”
He turned to look at you, a smile crossing his face again, and then his face began to redden.
He hadn’t thought this through.
You were naked.
He was naked.
Together.
Only a few feet apart.
He cleared his voice and moved back a little, glad that the water was just a little clouded, otherwise you’d see the arousal beginning to form between his legs.
Shit
He couldn’t stop staring at your collarbones, a little lower too, thankful again for the water’s discoloration.
He’d have no idea what he’d do if he could see lower.
He watched as you leaned back, sighing quietly as you dipped your head in the water, your hair getting soaked, falling around your face and shoulders as you brought your head back up.
“This is nice Arthur,” You smile at him, finally relaxing slightly with the cold of the water washing over your heated skin. “How’d you find this place? It’s nice not to have to worry about being spotted.”
He didn’t want to admit to you that he’d found it when he was avoiding you with a hard on.
Hell, that time it had been just from you fucking smiling at him, telling him he was such a sweet man.
That alone had made him harder than a rock.
“Uh..easy, just went on a walk one night, couldn’t sleep, so I took a stroll. That’s all.”
“Well it’s nice, maybe I’ll start taking my baths here.” You smile, really not meaning anything by it. “I don’t have much money to be spending on a hotel, so free is better than paying.”
You watch Arthur’s face contort a little, if anything he got redder in the face, his ear tips joined his face and his chest as well, glowing like a tomato.
“Are you okay Arthur?” You move closer to him, water sloshing as you half swim, half walk that way. “You’re looking red in the face, can you breathe?”
He backed away from you as you neared, bringing his hands above the surface of the water, holding them palms facing you.
“I’m...I’m..shit..I’m fine!” He stutters out. “Just...I...just.” He offers a cough. “Just choked on some of the water, that’s all.”
“Oh, good, I couldn’t have something happen to you.” You give a smile, and he nearly melts.
God he wished that smile was something else, a smile welcoming him home after a long day of jobs, a smile telling him that he’d done good for the day, a smile cause he’d called you beautiful in the morning.
A smile at him that he saw first thing in the morning after a night of lovemaking, hell he’d even take after a night of fucking.
He wanted to make love to you, he did.
But....
Jesus he wanted to fuck you.
He shook his head and you watched, your brow furrowing with confusion.
“You sure you’re alright?”
“I’m fine,” he held his hand out again, and swallowed. “Just...thinkin’ that’s all.”
“Thinking about something you shouldn’t be?” You tease.
Arthur offered you a nervous chuckle and scratched the back of his neck, swallowing as he looked at you.
“Oh....so you were?” You chuckle and bring some water to your face, hoping it’ll cool the oncoming heat you feel, wondering about what he was thinking about.
“Uh...” He chuckles again. “Yeah, I’ll...I admit, it’s...somethin’ I shouldn’t be...thinkin’...I’m just keepin’ myself thinkin’ about jobs is all, I’m supposed to be relaxin’.”
You move forwards, and this time he doesn’t back away, too busy watching you to do so.
You place a hand on his shoulder, offering him a smile as he slumps them.
“What’s that for?” He questions you.
“You always seem to relax when I do that, I don’t know why, but I’m glad I can help.”
“I...I guess I do.”
He smiled in return, one of those genuine smiles, the little chipped tooth of his peaking through it.
You stepped a little closer and then-
You feel something against your leg.
Arthur’s eyes widen as he realizes what just happened, and his embarrassment only got worse when his cock twitched involuntarily, which he was sure you felt that too.
“I’m sorry-”
“No I-”
“I got too close-”
“I didn’t mean- Shit Y/N-”
You breath heavily and step back a little, unable to look away from him.
“I...Shit Y/N I’m....I’m so sorry, I’m so fuckin’ sorry, I didn’t think to...I...Wasn’t gonna let you get close enough and I-”
He swallows and you watch as he sinks a little lower into the water, just barely keeping his mouth above it. His eyes are clouded, and you can see how red his face has become.
“Arthur...I didn’t...I didn’t...” You swallow and try your best to ignore your body.
The heat you’d managed to forget from earlier returned, stronger than the last. Pooling at your stomach, making you want to do nothing but step closer to him.
“I didn’t....you...You like...You...Me?” You stutter out. “You...that...Is it...because of the water?”
Arthur stays silent, but shakes his head no, the water sloshing quietly with the movement.
“It’s...because of me?”
“Y/N I’m sorry, Damn sorry. I...Shit I...I...you make me feel things I...jesus, If I told ya the things you make me think you’d think I was some kinda perverted sicko.”
He sunk a little lower, keeping his nose above water.
Just let me drown.
You swallow and look down at the water.
It was now or never.
He’d just given you a confidence boost you didn’t believe was possible.
You stepped closer and he began to move backwards, shooting himself back up out of the water to his shoulders.
“Y/N please, let me be, I already want to kill myself-”
“Arthur stop moving.”
He listens to you, and swallows, looking anywhere but your eyes as you near, and then-
He shudders and you listen to the sharp inhale he gives as your hand finds his dick under the water.
It’s bigger than you expected.
The tip had touched your thigh earlier, but that hadn’t given you any idea of how large he was.
“Y/N...” He looks at you, his eyes clouded slightly, his pupils blown. “You don’t have to do this, you ain’t....don’t do this just...just cause you think you have to, don’t-”
“Arthur, you make me think like a slut.” You mutter. “A whore.”
You look down, your hand gently gliding gently over his dick, and you hear a small whimper escape him.
“I’ve just never felt....I’ve never thought I was...pretty enough to be...one for you.”
He stared at you, his jaw clenched.
“Darlin’,” He swallowed and reached for you, his hands finding your sides, and you tensed, hoping he wasn’t disappointed by the rolls on your body. “You ain’t a whore, you ain’t a slut...but I’ll damn well treat you like one if that’s what you need.”
He took a deep breath.
“You’re sure as hell beautiful, I think about ya all the damn time, think about all the shit you do that just makes my head spin. Darlin’ if I wasn’t so fuckin’ insecure about myself I woulda had you by now.”
You swallow and take your hand from his cock and bring it to his face and slam your lips against his.
He kisses you with such fervor that nothing else matters.
Nothing around you is real besides him.
The heat of his body, the feel of his chest against yours.
His dick against your thigh.
Arthur’s hands trail all over you, moving over every part he can reach, anything he can feel, your arms, shoulders, breasts, over your back, hell he lingered his fingers, his palms over your most insecure parts there, the rolls you hated so much.
They make their way towards your ass, gripping it hard enough you were sure you’d have bruises.
The groans in your ear muffled by your own mouth.
The noises he made were just as fantastic as you’d hoped they’d be.
Low, guttural.
He grabbed you by the thighs, and pulled your body flush against him bringing your thighs up, wrapping them around his waist.
He pulled away from you only to place his mouth on your neck, kissing you in places that made you make noises you hadn’t realized you were capable of.
“Keep makin’ them sounds for me girl.” You felt Arthur’s lips against your skin as he spoke, and knew that you’d have no problem following his order.
You grabbed one of his wrists, and guided his hand, with a little resistance at first, taking his fingers to the opening of your most sensitive area.
“Mhmh...” His hum is muffled as he drags his lips along the skin of your jaw. “That’s what you want huh?”
“Please Arthur....”
“Maybe....beg me for it Sugar.”
Jesus.
“Arthur, please....Please, I’ve craved you for so long, I don’t want to wait any longer, please-”
“You gotta do better than that Princess.” He moved towards your ear, dropping his voice the way you liked. “Make me feel how desperate you are.”
“Arthur......” You’re nearly whining now. “I’ve wanted to feel you inside me for so long...Please Arthur....Please....I’ll do anything to feel you, anything-”
“That’s better.”
He’s quick, shoving a finger inside of you, and you let out a mewl, and he can’t help but grunt.
“Jesus girl, you weren’t fuckin’ lyin’, you’re....all this for some ugly man like me?”
“Arthur you aren’t-” You clench your jaw and lean your head against his shoulder trying to stifle the sound coming from your throat. He’d furled his finger just the right way, touched a spot so sensitive you couldn’t speak if you tried.
“No, no, what did I say?” Arthur kisses your neck again, making your head spin some more as he continues to pump his finger. “I wanna hear them noises.”
“What...about camp?” You manage to get out.
“Fuck them.” He grunts, and sticks a second finger into you, slipping it in with the first without even hesitation. “I’m here for a good time, and I’ve wanted you for a while now, and I’m gonna take you.”
The last of that sentence was nearly a growl, and you felt your entire body prickle with excitement.
“I want you to make it hard to walk tomorrow Arthur.” You huff out, trying not to let out another moan at another swift movement from his fingers.
“Don’t you worry Princess.” He grumbles. “You’re gonna be seein’ stars by the time I’m done with you.”
He smacks your thigh twice under the water, and mutters “Stay” as he takes his hand up to his shoulder where your hand resides.
He grabs your wrist and guides it between your two bodies, all while still pumping his fingers in you. moving them in just the right ways.
You hand reaches his cock, and he kisses your jaw, sucking there, making sure you’ll have a mark there.
“Stroke girl.”
“Yes Arthur,” You pant and do your best to keep a conscious idea of what the hell you’re doing, and begin to give him what he needs.
He lets out such a low noise, a sound of relief with just the first stroke that you think for moment he’s already finished.
“Arthur....Please.....”
“You’re wet girl, but you’re gonna cum for me once before we get to the main part.”
He leans back and looks you in the eye.
“I wanna see you come apart girl.”
You clench around his fingers as he speaks, that voice of his making it all the harder to keep a composure.
Arthur smirks, and then the pad of his thumb comes down on your clit and you let out such a noise that you’re absolutely positive people at camp know what’s going on.
“That’s what I want.” He growls. “Lemme hear you Princess, lemme see them faces.”
“Arthur....I’ll...Anything...”
“Mhm....anythin’....” He grunts and you feel as he thrusts into your hand, the motion of your hand running along his cock has become nearly muscle memory.
He continues with his attack, thumbing the most sensitive part of you, and your climax come up against you faster than you would have believed possible, and it isn’t long before you’re clenching around his waist, your thighs quivering as you bite down on his shoulder, almost on impulse, your noises muffled by the skin of his muscles.
“Thatta girl....just like that...”
“Arthur!” He helps you ride it out, and pulls his fingers from you leaving an empty feeling in your body.
He grabs your hand and takes it away from his cock before grabbing it himself and aligning with your entrance.
“Last chance to back out girl.” He looks you in the eye, his voice is confident but you see that bit of anxiety creeping out.
You can’t speak, still reeling slightly, so instead you kiss his neck, listening to the quietly whimper that comes out of him before he grips your hip with a steel hold and pulls you onto his dick.
He was wide.
Girthy.
Jesus you felt like he’d tear you in half, but in the best way.
You were still sensitive, but it felt fantastic at the same time, bordering between hurt and pleasure.
“Ohhhh....Christ....” Arthur’s voice comes out in a deep sigh against your cheek. “You...jesus you feel so fuckin’ good.”
“Arthur....” is all you can get out. All you can manage to even think.
Your head is swirling, all you can comprehend is the feeling between your legs and the smell of Arthur.
The sounds he made.
The feeling of his bicep against you, his forearm against your thigh.
Your stomach against his.
He snapped you back to reality with a hard thrust up into you, his hands clenching harder around your hips.
You let out almost a scream that sends Arthur’s mind fuzzy and he’s quickly overcome with the lust for you.
He moves you, his strong arms lifting you at the hip, and slamming you back down against him.
The water around the two of you sloshes loudly, but you couldn’t give a flying fuck.
You scream his name and that smirk returns to his face, his eyes darken and the fucking gets harder, his groans louder.
“Fuck girl....I been wantin....shit...wantin’ this for a while now....I...fuck...”
“ARTHUR!”
You want to say something else, you want to talk, say everything you’ve thought about him, how hot you think he is, how bothered he gets you, but you’re physically unable to say anything other than his name, other than moans.
“Everyone’s gonna know who you belong to.” He hisses under his breath. “You’re mine, and I’m gonna fuck you good, till the sun rises tomorrow.”
He looks you in the eye.
“Who’s are you?” He demands.
“Yours! Your! Arthu- fuck!”
You can’t get anymore out, your body doing what it needs to do, moving with Arthur, complimenting the snapping of his hips.
He leans to your shoulder, biting down, hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to hurt.
You didn’t care if it did hurt.
You run your hand through the back of his hair as he moves to your jaw again, and you tug at the slightly longer hair at the back of his head.
“Mhmmm...” He moans in your ear, the feeling of your fingers in his hair doing wonders for him.
He huffs, and then stops, pulling out of you, making you whimper quietly, you felt empty.
“Arthur please don’t tease-”
He grips you tight and turns you around, forcing you to look towards the shore.
You feel him slip between your folds again, and before you know it his cock is buried balls deep into you once more.
He keeps a hand on your hip, gripping tightly and the other snakes around your front, under your arm and over your front, until his hand found your throat. He pushes you against his chest and groans in your ear as he thrusts upwards.
“You’re doin’ so good Sugar. Feel so...fuck....feel so good for me. Can’t believe we waited this long.”
“I didn’t-” You bite your lip and clench yourself around him, trying to delay a second climax. “I didn’t think...you felt...for...me.”
“Girl...I...been....shit girl I feel a lot for ya...too much- Fuck.”
You can feel that familiar tense in your stomach as you grow closer to your second climax.
“Arthur,” You pant. “I’m....soon.”
“Hold on Princess, just...Fuck...jus’ hold it, for me, please, just a little longer.”
“I’ll...try..” You mutter.
“I’m almost....I’m...soon too.” He huffs. “Jus’ hold on...”
He isn’t lying to you of course, you can feel his thrusts become erratic, no longer rhythmic in nature.
Even his erratic unplanned thrusts are pushing you further towards your end, and you can feel with each one how much closer you come to the edge until finally he pulls himself out of you and warmth that’s hotter than the water around you spreads around your thighs.
He groans in your ear, loudly and unashamed as he puts a sweaty forehead against your shoulder.
His hand reaches towards your center, going for your clit.
“C’mon, you can finish now girl, for me, cum.” It’s almost a demand.
It just took those words and a good final flick of your bundled nerves.
You again scream his name and he gives a breathy chuckle against your skin, helping you ride out your second for the day.
“That’s my girl...”
You breath heavily, leaning fully against his chest, resting your head on his shoulder.
Quietly you kiss his neck gently and close your eyes.
“You alright Princess?”
You nod, still breathing heavily.
“Guess we should...” He chuckles again. “Guess maybe we should talk about how we feel ‘bout each other huh?”
You laugh and find his hand with your own, interlocking your fingers with his.
“I think,” you mumble. “You and I could...we could be really good together.”
“You want a fat man like me?”
“You’re the most attractive man I’ve ever met.” You whisper groggily. “Your size...it’s one of the most attractive parts about you.”
“Hmm.” He hums.
“I’m just surprised you wanted all that with me.” You mumble.
“Love your body Darlin’, all of it....makes me hornier than I care to admit.”
You feel your face flush and swallow.
“You wanna try this...Arthur? I mean...not just...not...You know, but...us?”
He’s silent for a moment, but allows another small chuckle and then kisses your shoulder.
“I think I’d love that.”
Please, this writing made me feel all of the things if it doesn’t get likes I think I’ll cry this is the only one that’s important I-
This is inspired by a work from @kieropal I asked for a chubby reader with chubby Arthur and it was one of the best things I’ve read! So I’d like to take a crack at writing something myself!
Chubby Arthur needs love just as much as regular Arthur!
I realize I’ve been bad at putting warnings in the beginnings of my work so I’ll do my best to list them at the beginnings of each work!
Not smutty this time but I WILL be writing a chunky Arthur smut at some point
I hope you enjoy this!
Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Chubby Fem reader x Chubby Arthur Morgan, just sad Arthur in general NOT smut but there are 18+ themes involved and suggestive material and some smutty terms/thoughts
You held your hands against your stomach, staring up at the ceiling of your tent, trying to do your best not to feel the way you did.
It was like this all the time, this wasn’t new.
You hated yourself. There was no point in you trying to hide it from yourself, no reason to sugarcoat it.
You hated the way your body looked, the way your stomach looked. It wasn’t flat, like you wished it was, like you hoped it to be.
No matter how much you tried to get rid of it nothing worked.
You drank nothing but water, you tried to do as many exercises as you could, picking up extra chores from others in camp, ate as healthy as you could considering what Pearson cooked for camp.
Yet the stomach still lingered.
Hanging over your pants, so you hiked them up as far as you could, often only stopping after your belly button.
It wasn’t attractive. It was ugly.
Who wanted anything to do with someone who looked this way?
Hell, you might have had breasts, but they sure as hell didn’t make up for it. If anything they just barely came past your stomach and you hardly had an ass.
You felt disproportionate and it wasn’t like you could do anything about it.
You sigh and put your hand over your eyes.
How did you get here? What exactly had led you here tonight specifically?
The day had been good for the most part. You felt as though you’d sweat up a storm, you’d done more than enough exercise for the day, and you felt just...
Content, for the first time in what felt like a long time.
So what had happened?
You take a moment to wipe away a tear that rolls down the side of your face, warm and irritating.
Arthur.
Arthur Morgan had happened.
That man did nothing but confuse you.
He was just completely and utterly complex.
No matter what subject it was.
Was he rough? Or was he kind? Smart or dumb? Did he like you or does he not? Are you nothing but a friend to him?
Jesus it was so frustrating.
He was a hulking man. A huge man. His shoulders were wide, his back was strong, and he had a barrel chest.
His hands were huge too, hell, you watched him in camp, noticed how he stood, how he acted.
His hands were often clasped over his belt and they engulfed the entire thing.
Sometimes your thoughts ran wild and you couldn’t help but imagine Arthur’s hands, those massive hands, wrapping around your neck.
Hell sometimes.....shit sometimes you imagined what he must look like with his hand wrapped around his cock in his own tent.
His stomach protruded a little outwards, hanging over his belt, but the difference between your stomach and his was that for him it worked.
It only added to his intimidating nature.
That and he managed to make it look good, in no way did it make him look ugly as yours did for you.
He was a massive figure, one that you didn’t expect to see being so kind to Jack, or smiling at a stupid joke Sean had made at the fire.
He made you fall for him, and sometimes it seemed like he felt the same for you, but then he’d go and confuse you again.
Like this afternoon.
The two of you had sat together near the fire quietly, him next to you, your knee gently grazing his thigh.
You’d sat and talked to each other, babbling on about each others days and making each other laugh with your stupid jokes that probably weren’t even funny.
Then all the sudden he’d clammed up and headed to his tent, claiming he had a headache.
It was things like that, that made you question what was going on.
He offered you sweet little smiles, you watched his face grow red on multiple occasions, and yet...
He always had an excuse to leave you.
You rolled to your side and managed to force yourself up.
You weren’t going to sleep you knew that, so you might as well go enjoy the view of Horseshoe.
Horseshoe Overlook was a beautiful place, and you tried to remind yourself that everyday, but your anxiety got the better of you most days, it made your head clouded and it was difficult to actually be thankful for things around you.
The edge of camp, where a cliff resided, was your place of choice.
There was a small tree near the overlook that you always headed to. You loved to lean against it and look out to the sky above.
Tonight was no different.
The night sky was much more beautiful than that of the day sky.
The stars littered it from east to west, and you could see a few constellations.
You sigh and leaned your head back against the bark of the tree. closing your eyes.
“Y/N?”
You twist slightly and look towards the voice that’d called out to you, and your stomach drops as you look at the man standing there.
Arthur has a lit cigarette between his lips, and a furrowed brow as he looks at you.
“Hey Arthur.” You mumble.
“You alright?”
“I’m fine.” You return back to your view.
“Ya sure? I....it’s awfully late for ya to be up miss.”
“It’s not stopping you.” You reply with snark, and then you immediately feel bad, knowing he’s only trying to help you.
“Nah, it ain’t stoppin’ me, you’re right but I ain’t a pretty woman in need of sleep Darlin’.”
Your stomach flutters at the sound of his voice, the name he called you.
You clear your throat, doing your best to ignore the compliment. Quietly you look over as he nears you. He plops down on the ground next to you, groaning with the effort and mumbling something that sounded like: I’m too old for this, under his breath.
“What about you?” You question quietly. “Why are you up?”
“Thinkin’.” He muses. “My brain’s goin’ too fast for me to just sit and sleep, so, I was gonna come out, smoke, hopefully knock myself out on a damn tree.”
You snort and sigh as you close your eyes.
“I guess it’s the same for me too.”
He grunts in response and takes a drag of his cigarette. You hear his inhale, and look at him.
He’s much more attractive than he should be, even doing something so mundane as smoking.
You watch his lips as he smokes, watching as they wrap around the form of the cigarette and you wish you knew how it would feel to kiss those lips.
“There somethin’ on my face?”
You swallow and shake your head.
“No, nothing.”
“So what the hell you starin’ for?”
“Nothing Arthur, I’m just...Sorry, I was thinking.”
“You know...” He takes a moment and heaves a sigh. “I ain’t gonna judge you.”
He stutters for a second.
“I mean...I ain’t...for...you know, for whatever’s buggin’ you.”
“There’s...I can’t....” You feel a lump begin to form in your throat.
The idea of telling him what you feel, telling him how much you care for him when you look the way you do...it makes you terrified. He was a nice enough man, despite what he did for a living, but you knew that if he rejected you, which he more than likely would, you wouldn’t be able to face him ever again.
You didn’t want to risk losing him, not when you considered him to be such a good friend.
“Course you can Sugar.” He twists, facing you a little more head on. “I’m here for you, you know that.”
“I wish you wouldn’t call me that.” You nearly whisper it, and you almost hope that he doesn’t hear you.
“Oh..” He clears his throat and you feel your face redden. “I...I didn’t...uh...I’m sorry it just kinda slips out I didn’t mean to make ya...uncomfortable or nothin’...I want ya...I mean I want ya to feel safe-”
“Arthur I wish you wouldn’t say it because all it does is confuse me.”
“Confuse ya?”
“Yes, confuse me.” You mumble. “One moment...you...you call me darling, and the next you run away from me.”
You do your best to avoid his face, looking down at your hands as you pick at the grass below.
“It’s like one moment you...you want to kiss me and the next you’re repulsed and I don’t know what I’m supposed to feel, I don’t know if you’re doing this to toy with me, to make fun of the fat girl, or what, but...I..Arthur you’re just confusing me.”
He’s silent, even his breathing is almost nonexistent, and then you hear him move, standing up with another groan.
After he manages to get himself steady he reaches his hand out to you which you take hesitantly, and he hauls you to your feet with one big heave.
“I ain’t pickin’ on you. Well, I am, but...Not like that. Never like that Darlin’.” He swallows. “I ain’t got no room to talk about your weight, I mean, take a good long look at me, you can tell I ain’t skippin’ any meals.”
He rubs a hand over his stomach.
“I...I ain’t...I haven’t done anythin’, or said anythin’ I should have cause I’ve been to worried to, ‘fraid you’re gonna laugh in my face if I do. Some fatass, grumpy old outlaw comin’ up to ya pourin’ his heart out. Figured I couldn’t stand another heartbreak from someone as important as you.”
You go to speak only for him to cut you off.
“I don’t want to hear that come from your mouth again. Okay? Can you promise me you won’t call yourself fat again? Please, for me?”
You can’t refuse that southern drawl of his, that deep voice, with that pleading tone, you would never make it.
“What do you mean you haven’t said anything?” You choose to ignore the question, rather you answered it with one of your own.
“C’mon...You...You know what I mean Y/N.”
“I don’t Arthur.”
He scratches his stubble and looks down, and you can see his face begin to change to a shade of crimson.
“I...Darlin’ I’m sweet on ya. Real sweet on ya...I know that...I know it ain’t somethin’ you wanna hear from me, I know that.”
He huffs as though it’s physically difficult to force the words from his throat.
“I know that I ain’t attractive, that I ain’t...I ain’t fit, I ain’t....I could lose...hell let’s be honest I could lose two of me, an’ I rob and steal, and lie, I know what I am, and I know you don’t deserve that. You deserve far better than me, what I can give ya. So...I...I get...I understand if me sayin’....tellin’ you how I feel....I-”
You cut him off and rush into his arms, catching him by surprise as your arms wrap around his middle.
He’s hesitant but his arms return the favor, gliding gently over your stomach and around your waist.
“Arthur,” Your voice is muffled by his strong shoulder. “You’re strong, you’re kind, and you are so much better than you give yourself credit for. You look good, to me you look good. I don’t care that you’re big, in fact to me that’s...I mean...it’s..” You struggle to find the word.
Then quietly you move your head near his ear.
“It’s...to me incredibly attractive, the...the sheer size of you Arthur. It’s...it’s impressive.”
“I...Well...I...Why can’t...” He stutters himself, confused at your words, not used to such kind things being said to him, let alone hearing that kind of tone in your voice, seductive almost.
“Why can’t you see yourself that way?” He finally spits out. “I mean...why can’t you see yourself as attractive? To me...To me you’re the most attractive woman I’ve ever met.”
You blush and lean back slightly.
“Arthur your weight...it fits you better, it looks better, but on me? It...it looks wrong, my stomach pushes out further than anything and I just-”
“It looks beautiful, jus’ like you.” He cuts in, and brings a hand to your chin. “You ain’t fragile. You ain’t breakable. You’re not some porcelain doll I’d break by touchin’ you...”
His breath comes out in a slight pant.
You can tell he’s thinking about what he’d said, touching you... and that makes your own breathing hitch.
“You really think that?” You keep your voice low, almost afraid of running him off. “You really think my stomach...it’s not...it doesn’t make me ugly?”
“Of course it don’t.” He hesitates for a moment, but then places his chin on your head. “Darlin’ to me...like I said to me you’re....You’re the most beautiful, most attractive woman...I’ve ever met.”
“Arthur...”
“Y/N, I...Shit, I don’t think it’s just bein’ sweet on you anymore, I....I think I...shit I think I love ya.”
You feel your heart speed, and you pull yourself away, gently running your hands over Arthur’s stomach.
“I...I love you too Arthur, I do. Every part of you, your personality, your body, that stomach, your arms, shoulders...Your...your thighs.....” You cough out the last word trying to keep your face from heating.
“If I weren’t so damn nervous...I’d take you to a hotel.” He lowered his voice and pulled you closer again, and his hands ran up to the sides of your face, pulling your head closer as he planted his lips on yours.
It was as if the whole world disappeared.
All that mattered was Arthur, the taste of his tongue, the whiskey on his breath, the feel of his large hands caressing your body, running along the sides of you, over your soft stomach.
He was gentle, large and rough on the outside but kind on the inside, and he let that show, through the soft words he spoke in your ear as he broke from your lips.
“I love you so much Y/N, I’d die for you, and I’d kill for you, but, most of all, I’d give ya the stars.”
“Arthur Morgan, I’d give you the world.”
Okay so, again, this was a on top of the head kind of thing, but I think it came out well, I’d like to play arthur’s chunkyness in a little more next time, but considering next time will be ya know....
smutty
it’ll be a little more descriptive of those scrumptious thighs of his.
Feedback is appreciated! I’d love to hear your thoughts and your guys’s tags are the funniest things I’ve ever seen!
