I don’t know why but I feel like Arthur’s is about the same amount of clingy as Charles. Like I feel you trace your finger along the base of his ears and he’s a mess in your lap kinda thing. I also think his ears hurt after a race a similar way charles’ do. And you know damn well he’s a stubborn shit and won’t tell you his ears are sore until something happens (maybe you brush you hand in just the wrong spot after the race) once you coax it out of him with pets you have to go to charles and ask him how he wraps his ears, what soothes them the most afterwards and before Arthur’s next race you offer to wrap his ears for him and afterwards you hold him while trying to soothe them and he just turns into a horny mess. Because you care so much and love him in a way his previous partners never have and just real fluffy sex just happens afterwards because he’s just so in love you type of thing.
thank you dear
YES MORE BUNNY!ARTHUR!! I LOVE BUNNY!ARTHUR!!!
Firstly, I definitely agree that bunny!arthur is as clingy as bunny!charles. But I also think he never really managed to figure the whole bunny thing out?
Charles is the PERFECT bunny. He’s so sweet and kind and gives the best cuddles and has the fluffiest ears and cutest little tail and everyone loves him and wants to cuddle with him. Arthur, on the other hand, has curly hair on his ears, they aren’t long and floppy like Charles, they often stand up straight if he doesn’t flatten them. No one ever wants to pet him like they do charles, and no one besides Charles offers to cuddle with him.
So when he finds you, and you ask if you can pet his ears and let him cuddle you and hug him tight? He’s so happy!! He loves you so much!! He’s so ready to be your sweet bunny, that’s all he’s ever wanted!!
His life gets a lot better after he meets you. So much better.
But he still struggles with some aspects of being a bunny, especially his ears during races. Secretly, he’s always wanted to ask you to massage his ears and give his head some scratches after races. He knows it would take the ache out of his ears so perfectly, would make him feel so good.
But he doesn’t want to be too needy. He’s been racing for his entire life, surely by now he should have a solid method in place for making his ears feel better.
Yet he doesn’t. He’s just accepted that his ears will always hurt after races.
It gets worse when he starts F2, when he has a sprint race and a feature race to drive. His poor ears ache so much!!
You notice it after the second race of the season. You go to give him a big hug after his amazing performance, which of course he accepts. You wrap your arms around him tight, holding the back of his head with your hand. But instead of him melting into your arms like he usually does, he flinches and steps back, holding onto his ear.
You feel so guilty. You can’t believe you hurt him!! You’re quick to apologise, realising that his ears must have been hurting after the race.
You ask what you can do, and instead of asking for what he wants, he just shrugs and says he doesn’t know what to do about it. So you ask what Charles does, and Arthur just sniffles and says he doesn’t know. Maybe he even calls himself a bad bunny?
You shush him, kissing his nose and promising to find out what Charles does.
When you ask Charles, he nearly has a heart attack because he loves his brother so much and the thought of his brother not knowing how to make his ears feel better just breaks him. He immediately wants to rush over to Arthur and explain exactly what he needs to do, but you manage to convince him not to because you think that will upset arthur even more. So instead charles tells you how to wrap Arthur’s ears before putting the helmet on and how to massage them after races.
Arthur nearly starts crying when you come back with all that information, telling him exactly what to do and how and offering to help. He’s so grateful for you, and he can’t believe you’re willing to help him.
So the next week, you massage his ears just like Charles explained, then wrap his ears with a soft headband and some bandages before helping him put his balaclava on. His ears still hurt after the race, but it’s SO much better. And then you offer to massage his ears and it’s even better!!
He’s so happy, practically melting into your lap as you massage his ears and give him plenty of scratches.
Of course he’s gonna get horny! He feels so good and you’re so nice and the stressful race weekend is finally over. He feels so nice and safe, getting hard in your arms cause you’re taking such good care of him. Bunnies have insane sex drives, so of course he’s going to get horny.
Maybe you don’t even move? Just take one of your hands and move it down his chest and to his groin, rubbing him through his boxers. He grinds up against your hand, cumming so quickly from all the attention he’s getting.
He’s so sweet after! Just smiling lazily at you and thanking you, maybe even asking if he can cum again cause bunnies rarely ever have a refractory period.
Pushes your buttons, roasts you, and is a complete brat until you grab him by the hair and drag him to bed for punishment.
He taunts you more, until you ride him hard, making him enter subspace, where he's happy and safe and warm. He just wants to be with you, and he never wants to leave your arms.
Sub!Arthur likes to be told when he can and can't come and always tries his best to obey these orders because he wants to make her happy and doesn't want her to be disappointed in him. But sometimes, he can't help but to come and he always apologizes profusely and offers to get her off with his mouth multiple times until she's trembling against his tongue begging him to stop
Ahhhhh you are killing me omg I love this so much, this is definitely what happens, srsly he would just be the sweetest sub. Ya’ll making me wanna draw this stuff omg
It’s a fic again... but smut pure smut. My bad for english mistakes!
Summary: Arthur can’t sleep
Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Gender neutral reader (i guess)
Warning: Smut, pure smut. Fingering, masturbation, and sub!Arthur
( Little sister, don’t read it :,) )
Words: 1.8 k
The atmosphere inside your tent was peaceful and chill, the sounds of the nights were still audible and the camp was pretty quiet tonight. The cot was comfy and warm, you lie on your side facing the thick fabric, sleep was slowly taking over you, the day was long.
A small wrinkling of the flaps opened your eyes, following with light footsteps. You smile internally; it was him. Arthur don’t say anything, you don’t turn around, asking yourself if he will stay with you or if he was just passing by. Arthur starts to unbutton his shirt, you hear his boots hitting the ground as he takes them off, joined quickly after by his trousers. With a swift move, trying to be quiet, he joins you into the cot, he managed to slip under the blanket without disturbing you. He smells horse and gunpowder, his day may have been longer than yours.
“S’late, everthin’ okay?” Your voice is pasty.
You turn around to look at him and, well, he didn’t look good, the features of his face were drowning from depletion.
He just groans, fixing the ceiling. Something was up in his mind. You lean forward and lay down a soft kiss on his cheek, lying on your other side.
“Tough day” he says moments after, still avoiding your gaze.
You won’t push him into talking, he was maybe seeking for something else. Without a word, you comb his hair, fondling him gently. He sighs heavily and moves closer to you, you can feel his bare skin against yours, he was cool compared to the warmth of the blanket. The fact he was naked surprised you, but you don’t mention it. Everything gets silent again, only disrupted by Arthur’s breathing, but a small tension filled the air. You didn’t last long and you fall asleep again, your hand going down his shoulder. Arthur takes it into his calloused hands, giving a small pressure.
***
The cot was moving, trembling under you, and it wakes you up. You cannot tell if 20 minutes or 2 hours have passed, but you give and annoyed look around while you stand up, half asleep.
“Sorry don’t want to wake you up.” Arthur seems anxious.
“I can’t sleep… better go.”
He starts to get up but you stop him in time.
“S’nothing… Come back and try to relax, you don’t look well hun.” You almost feel shame for your early annoyance, but your heart ache to see Arthur like that.
It takes no time for him to lie back on the bed, but this time he looks at you in a supported way.
“Y’know, we could talk ‘f you want, even if‘s pass midnight”. You stroke his cheeks gently.
He closes his eyes and breathes. Breathe harshly, feeling hesitant.
“S’bout Dutch’nd all – he moves his hand with an act of annoyance – this. I’m worry. And, dunno, but, I, maybe it’s wrong but, I… start to have doubts about him, things change and it tears me in two.”
Right now, nothing was more huggable than him, so you did. You take him into your arm firmly, and kiss his forehead. He holds you back.
“There is nothing wrong to think by yourself and to see things differently... You got free will and loyalty could show up in many shapes.”
Arthur remains silent, but his expression changes a bit.
He turns around, ending the discussion, pressing his back against your chest. You now were sure he was looking for reassurance, tired of being a workhorse. You also feel he was looking for some kind of solace, but he won’t ask for it. You decide to take the lead, as you feel Arthur resting on you while you spoon him.
You start to stroke his chest slowly, tracing patterns which get lower and lower at every passage. Your other hand stayed into his hair, combing them again. You start to suck on his neck, there and there, his skin was salty from old sweat.
“Don’t feel obliged to…” He starts voice shy.
“Stop thinking for once, even if you say you don’t, ‘cause you do. Stop thinking and just feel.”
Your hand have reach is inner thighs, where you trace lazy circles, accentuating the pressure on his skin from time to time. He leans more against you, parting his legs, it was a signal. You traced back your hand to his soft member and you start your ministrations lazily. Arthur feels himself getting hard and aroused, cheeks blushed. He can’t detach his eyes from your hand going up and down his cock. Encouragingly, you kiss his jawline, placing yourself a little above him, making a small space for your arm to reach his ass, leaving his hair. You give a firm squeeze to his buttocks before caressing it. An idea sparks in your mind, you’ll give an gentle try. Your finger goes down his crack, mimicking the movement of your other hand still around his hard cock. You did it a few times as Arthur takes a sharp breath.
“You want more?” You ask him in his ear. He shivers and jerks in your hand, eyes closed. You take it as a yes, so still with slow movements, your trail your hand back up his spine, around his neck to finally reach his mouth. You stroke his lips gently with your thumb, he opened his mouth a little. You stroke him firmly slighter down there, gaining his first moan. You tapped softly your index on his lips, and carefully push it in his mouth. The intrusion was accepted and Arthur starts to suck it, so you added a second fingers. His tongue swirls around both, making you gasp this time. You rewarded him with kisses, small nips and praises, you could feel his face becoming red and yours too. It was quite a show. Fingers gleaming from his own saliva, you pull them out and place them again on his butt cheeks. Your middle finger loses no time and began to tease his asshole.
He freezes but pants heavily, you stop moving.
“If you don’t like it or want it, simply tell me, and I would stop.” You cooed in his ear, finishing your sentence with a kiss on his temple. Arthur places his hand above yours and continues to stroke his manhood. He pushes himself against you, silently giving you his yes.
You saw him sink down into the pillow, burying his face into it.
After having soaking his arse with saliva, you slowly push a phalanx into him, whispering him sweets words.
He whimpers but was relaxed, you start to move it in and out, and at every push you go a little deeper, Arthur shudders at each impulses.
You could feel his cock twitches as you do it, and pre starts dripping from the tip. The situation was mesmerizing, Arthur trusts you as you thrust him with love. Meanwhile your other hand goes down his length to his balls, massaging it from time to time, earning more sounds from him.
“I… I want to lie on my back” His voice was husky and low, aroused.
Nodding, you pull back, placing yourself at the end of the cot, on your knees. He wasted no time and comfortably sets himself into the blanket, head resting on a pillow. He was a handsome man, exposed like that and waiting for you in your cot. Somehow, his pose was lascivious.
Although his was a little more difficult for you, you were pleased to see him finally relaxed.
Once settled, you continue to finger him with application. He moans a little louder than he excepted, making him cover his mouth. You decided to get closer, placing your knees near his butt, you take one of his legs and put it on your shoulder, he was heavy. Leaning forward, you pump his cock with languorous movements as you push a second finger into him gently. His fists clenched into the blanket and a low growl escape from him. You give him a sharp thrust, fingers all inside, it makes him moan in a lewd way. He can’t stop watching it, which turns you on.
Now, you gave his shaft a quick pace as you curl your fingers inside him, kissing his knee. You concentrated your effort on the head, caressing it with your thumb. He becomes loud, and closer to his peak. Arthur pulls his others legs up and tries to reach you with his hand. Leaving his cock, you take him by the wrists and pinned his hands above his head.
“It’s about you, Arthur.”
He looks debauched, his gaze was dark. You look at him in an adoring way. You feel him push against your finger, looking for contact.
He mumbled something you don’t understand. You lean your head forward, pressing your forehead against his, attentively listening. Lips partly open, face blushed by pleasure, he speaks again with a low and coy voice, eyelid half. close.
“Fuck me.”
It was the first time that he clearly asks for something, and you won’t disappoint him. You fingerfuck him roughly, shoving your fingers back and forth, going as far as you can at each thrusts, hitting a soft spot of him with a lilting pace . You even try to scissor him a little bit. The more he moans, the more you kissed him. But he still restrains himself from enjoying it plenty.
“No need to be shy with me darlin’”, after saying that Arthur keeps eye contact and starts to move too. He rolls his hips in rhythm with you, also trying to gain some friction on his length, arching his lower body. He tries to release one arm from your grip to touch is member, feeling close but you won’t let him – he was stronger than you, of course, but he wants to please you too.
“’sure you can come without hands, sweetheart”, you were panting too, looking at his lith. Letting his legs go, you lay down and give him a hand, you start to gently rub against him with your body.
He hisses a curse between his tight teeth, you wriggled your finger on last time and Arthur comes hard, his whole body tense under you as he clenched his fists, whitening his knuckles. He spread himself over his chest and belly with a wild grunt. His whole body was trembling, so you let his arms go, withdraw your fingers carefully with one last blow, and put your hands at each side of his head. Arthur took you by surprise by kissing you tenderly, finally allowed to touch you. He chuckles as you smile widely, still forehead against forehead, breathless.
***
You take good care of him after, cleaning him with fresh water and a rag, making him squeal because of the contrast of the cold water against his hot skin. You bring him a cup of water and settled him back again under the sheets, praising him again. You don’t want him to feel vulnerable after what both of you did. Once back in the bed too, you hold him closely, face against your heart, Arthur has his eyes closed, soothe by his new sort of climax and the beating of your heart. For once since a long time Arthur finally had some rest this night, his heart was light for a brief moment, but the struggle isn’t done yet and won’t go so easily.
There was something about the King of Knights, Arthur, that riled up the other submissive servants.
You didn't expect him to come to you in the first place. His reasoning was that he wanted to be perfectly in sync with his master to serve you better. Which was fine...but did he really want to do the things the other subs did?
He did.
His sea green eyes peered intensely up at you from his kneeling position on the floor. In your hand you held a riding crop. It didn't look like you were going to need it. It was disappointing and yet, he was showing you the steadfast obedience that would make any dominant's heart swell with pride.
The lancer next to him, Cu Chulainn, growled under his breath. In his opinion, you were giving Arthur too much attention. Your gaze shifted to Cu and you put the tip of the riding crop to the part of the muzzle covering his chin. He turned his head away.
You lightly slapped his cheek with the crop. "Bad Boy."
That's okay. He was normally a little bratty and would have to do more than that to get a response from you.
The other bratty subs squirmed in their seats around the room. A lot of them were glaring at Arthur while they thought you weren't looking. Gilgamesh tried to mutter angrily behind his ballgag. Ozymandias huffed in amusement from elsewhere in the room. You had to press the crop on Gilgamesh's shoulder in warning not to open his Gate of Babylon and try to stab Ozymandias.
The more obedient servants, however, were strangely inspired by Arthur. He attracted them as a leader of sorts. He was your most popular servant to pair with when you wanted a show to masturbate to. No man had ever had his dick sucked by so many and so hard. The poor guy was almost never on the receiving end of a good dicking because everyone else wanted it from him first. It got the point where you had to tuck him into your own bed and give him a day off, even from battle.
The bratty subs whispered to each other that he was weak, but when you caught wind of that, you reminded them that they could fight with gags in their mouths.
The switches, like Emiya and Arjuna, eyed Arthur up and down. They requested him often. Which prompted you to ask if he wanted to try dominating, as well.
"No," was his surprising answer.
"Have you not a king's pride?" was the immediate question from another sub. They bowed their head in apology right after.
"No, it's fine," you said. "Answer the question."
"I stopped being a king once I was summoned. I'm just a knight now."
"Why?" you asked.
"I'm not a king without a kingdom."
Gilgamesh smirked at that. What a fool, he was thinking. You whacked his forehead with the crop, knowing he was being a dick.
You took a few pensive steps back towards Arthur. Then you stopped and spun on your heel back to Gilgamesh.
"You know what? I'm going to give you a task."
He pressed his lips together in a smirk.
"You are going to dominate Arthur tonight. Alone," you said.
"What? What are you playing at, Master?"
"You will be taking care of the King of Knights. Make sure he cums and falls asleep with a smile on his face. I don't know to tell you there will be consequences if you fail."
Your explanation only riled him up more.
"Master! I will not-"
"You will! Because I told you to. I'm sure you won't disappoint me."
Merlin and Arthur enjoy a pride event in their town together. Merlin gets the attention of a lot of people and Arthur isn’t too happy about it. Even though Merlin didn’t want the attention in the first place and apologised a million times. Arthur is a well known sub in the community and he may be a little too cocky for his own good but thats why he has Merlin, a patient dom who knows how to handle Arthur. Deep down they are crazy for each other.
Authors note: This is for @bottom-arthur fest. For the lovely bottom!Arthur Please check out their page, they are an amazing, helpful and fantastic tumblr page.
I've heard from other blogs that George that prefers his s/o to be completely waxed which got me thinking which of the subs would go completely hairless/want you to be as well and which wouldn't care? Which subs do you think would get waxed when they're big so they are hairless for playtime (with max, Pierre, Charles, Mick, lando, George, alex, seb, Arthur and whoever else you want to do) Please ignore If you don't feel comfortable with this one
Thought two: Do you think there's any specific ritual that the subs (whoever you would like to do) have to go into subspace like a certain song/playlist or taking a bath, etc
Thought Three: which of the littles do you think would get really into Christmas; like making a gingerbread house, decorating the house, wearing a ugly sweaters on Christmas day, snowball fights, making snowman and what their favorite gift from you was (sorry I know it's a little late for Christmas asks but couldn't get this idea out of my head after I saw Charles family picture with the ugly sweaters)
(sorry I just kind of started rambling)
And if I could claim the emoji 🌺 please
Firstly, of course you can claim that emoji!! I'll add to the claimed list, and welcome to the emoji anons!!! Welcome welcome!!! These thoughts are all fucking incredible. This is an amazing way to start your emoji anon career holy fuck!!! We're gonna talk a little bit about each one :))
THOUGHT ONE:
I definitely think George would be waxed all over. He prides himself in it as well. You dont particularly care if he's a few days late on his waxing schedule, but he does. He must be perfectly waxed.
Charles waxes his legs and chest, because he loves them being hairless. He also waxes his ass. He used to painstakingly shave his pubic hair and he HATED it. He always cut himself and got ingrown hair and he often ended up in tears trying to do it. (Maybe he had an old dom who insisted he was clean shaven down there) You see his struggles and voice to him one day that if he's only shaving for you, he can stop. Now he just trims his pubic hair and he's SO much happier.
Pierre is not waxed or shaved. He trims his pubic hair, but that's it. He loves how he feels when he's not trying to relentlessly control all his body hair, and he looks damn good too.
I think that Carlos, Arthur and Marcus would all want you to choose what they do with this body hair? What will make them happier is doing whatever you want them to, knowing that you're happy with them. Sometimes you'll make them change it up just so that they have to put more effort in and feel like very good boys.
As for Max and Mick, I think they've both always wanted to wax or shave everything? Except, they've felt like they shouldn't? Like they'd be less manly if they did. So they didn't. Until you came along and made them feel so safe and comfortable, safe enough to voice their desires and have you help them.
THOUGHT TWO:
Some subs (ahem, Charles), can slip into subspace at the drop of a hat once they're comfortable with you. One moment they're cuddling with you and the next their head is all fuzzy and they can't speak anymore. Sometimes, Arthur and Lando can do the same, but they're not as quick with it as Charles.
However, I think max really struggles to get into subspace sometimes. And you have to be very careful about how you handle it because max can get VERY upset and frustrated about it. All he wants is to enter subspace and relax, but he just can't. So you start having a routine with him. He always takes a bath in the same bubble bath and then gets a massage. Having a routine like that, something that brings him into a calmer, steadier headspace, is exactly what he needs.
I think that Mick and Esteban also enjoy a routine, despite not actually needing one? Kneeling with some praise and cuddles or simply just beginning the scene could get them to subspace. But they both LOVE having a routine, love having a set of things they must do.
THOUGHT THREE:
Little!Charles definitely loves Christmas! He doesnt really enjoy all the activities, because a lot of them are loud or messy, neither of which he likes. However, he loves decorating and watching Christmas movies and wearing Christmas jumpers!! And of course he loves giving all his friends and family gifts.
Little!Mick, on the other hand, loves ALL the activities! He wants to play in the snow and build gingerbread houses and go gift shopping! He has the best time.
I was thinking about little!George, and honestly I think he might not like Christmas? Cause he doesnt like change, or crowds, or having lots of people over. Sure the Christmas tree is pretty, but when he's very little, it's scary! It's something he didnt expect to be in his safe space. And having so many people over all the time is overwhelming!!! He wants to curl up with you.
