I need a fic where Arthur just naturally but also obliviously holds Merlin by the waist, hips, or a hand always on the small of Merlin's back and Merlin just thinks it's normal Arthur behavior because the prat is always manhandling him so he wouldn't know any different.
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The many times Arthur has his hands on Merlin:
Merlin fixing Arthur's collar cause it ain't sitting right whilst Arthur is chatting and holding Merlin's hips.
Merlin bending over to pour Arthur's wine and Arthur has a hand on the right side of Merlin's waist, gently squeezing.
Merlin standing with a jug of water, watching the knights train whilst blond prince has an arm wrapped around Merlin's waist, instructing the knights from his manservant's side. Both oblivious of course.
Merlin bent over tending the fire in his prince's chambers, Arthur for some reason is standing behind Merlin his hands (you guessed it) is already on Merlin's hips. Totally normal behaviour between master and manservant. The ghost spying on them disagrees and thinks it's really gay.
Merlin...once again bending over but on a table this time yet not in a seductive way lies, he totally is, he's a harlot to look over Arthur's speech; Arthur meanwhile has a hand on Merlin's back absentmindedly stroking a hand up and down, occasionally his hand goes lower almost bout to grab Merlin's arse cheeks unfortunately it doesn't happen. The ghost is also sad that no further gayness happened. Me too buddy, me too.
Summary: This is exactly what it says in the title. Arthur gives you the ride of your life.
Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader (male and female)
Word Count: 1585
Rating: NSFW
Tags: Cowgirl position, Saloon, First time, Strangers to lovers, Creampies, Flirting, bottom!Reader, top!Arthur.
Notes: I don’t write Arthur that often, but the Arthur hoes may have this fic, as a treat. Female and Male reader included below x
Female Reader
These two strangers were some of the loudest men you'd ever served. At first, the rest of the Saloon seemed to be a little irritated with their noise levels, despite them being drunk and rowdy themselves, but after the two strangers had gone around making friends with everyone, followed by performing the can-can, it seemed that they were more than welcome here.
"Another, please!" The man said as he attempted to lean on the bar. You weren't meant to serve drunk customers, but he'd been tipping you like crazy all night. He didn't look like the type of fella that was made of money, but it seemed he held money as little value to him. Something you wish you could also have the mindset for.
"You better not end up throwing up in my Saloon," you tell him as you pour him another shot of whiskey.
"Oh, nah. If I'm gonna be throwin' up then it'll be outside, Miss," he tells you with a drunken smile. "Say, what's your name? If I may ask?"
"I'm ___," you tell him.
"___? Pretty name for a pretty woman," he smiles again. "I'm Arthur. Pleasure to meet you," Arthur says as he picks up the shot, raising it as he winks at you, followed by downing it, a trickle spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"You err, you ain't seen my friend Lenny have you?" he asks you as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, placing the empty shot glass on the bar top.
"The fella that you've been with all night? I ain't seen him in a while," you tell him as you serve another customer.
"Owh. Maybe he gone and got lucky!" Arthur tells you with pride.
"And left you all alone here without telling you first?" you tut, joking along with him.
"Good point. Lenny would never do that. He must just be throwin' up 'round the back," Arthur says as he fiddles with the empty shot glass.
"You wanna go check on him?"
"Nah, he'll be fine. He's a big kid, he can look after himself. Besides, I don't wanna leave this conversation with a pretty stranger such as yourself," Arthur smiles.
"You still callin' me a stranger even though we introduced ourselves?" you smirk.
"Well, names only mean so much. I ain't got to know you yet," he replies with wide eyes, trying to backtrack the hole he began to dig for himself.
"Well then. What do you for a living, Arthur?" you ask.
"I err, I guess I'm a traveler," Arthur shrugs.
"Is that what they call cowboys now?"
"I wouldn't say I'm a cowboy," Arthur laughs. "They're a dying breed!"
"With those spurs and that gunbelt? Oh, please," you shake your head.
"You can call me a cowboy if you really want to," he shrugs. "Whatever suits you best."
"Oh? And how would a cowboy benefit me? What use do I have for one?" you smirk.
"Well, I can take you for a ride some time," Arthur tells you with a glisten to his eyes.
"I do own a horse, Mister Arthur."
"I didn't mean like that," Arthur replies with a wave of his hand.
"And what did you mean then?"
"You know what they say," Arthur shrugs. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy."
And that's exactly how you got yourself in this situation. Arthur had soon left you alone to find his friend after coming to the agreement that he would spend some time with you the next day, not wanting to take advantage of his drunken state.
He did take you for a ride on the back of his horse, trotting north of Valentine and finding a quiet patch by the river. The sky is blue and the birds are singing, but the peaceful tranquility of nature had been drowned out by the echoing of skin against skin, followed by both yours and Arthurs moans.
The two of you knew where this was going, which was why you found a secluded location with a nice view to enjoy the ride of your life. Arthur had flirted the whole way, and knew you were flirting back not just from the tone of your voice and the words that spilled out, but from the way you held onto his gunbelt and began undoing his buttons as he approached the location. Arthur was practically shirtless by the time he helped you off his horse, and was quick to pin you against a tree and weave his thigh between your legs whilst he peeked down at your revealing blouse.
"Shit!" Arthur hisses, holding your hips and encouraging you to bounce.
You're not holding back on your moans, you have no need to, so you let them flow freely as you bounce your pussy against Arthurs thick length. His hat was a little too big for your head, so you move one hand off his chest to hold it in place as you straighten your back, rolling your hips against his and enjoying the way his cock brushes against that spot inside of you.
"Well, ___, I did promise you I'd take you for a ride," Arthur grins as he looks at you through hazy eyes.
"I knew you'd keep to your promise, but a poor girl like me gets tired so easily on these long journeys," you pout, slowing your hips down slightly so you can talk to him.
"Awh, Miss. You want me to take over for you?" Arthur asks.
"That'd be so kind of you, Sir," you grin.
Your body leans forward as Arthur lifts his knees up, pushing you down so you're now pressed against his chest. You move his hat to the floor, and rest your hand on his thick display of chest hair, admiring his toned body.
Arthur begins to buck his hips up into you, a lot faster than you were riding him. He pushes a moan from your lips, followed by many others, as he lets out his own mix of grunts and moans.
Your hand moves from his chest up to his neck, holding it gently as your head tilts up so you can kiss along his neck. Arthur tilts his head, giving you all the space you need, his eyes falling shut as he enjoys the wave of pleasure that continues to hit him like a stormy sea.
He only moans louder when you begin to bite and suck at the skin, encouraging you to leave a few purple marks that will go nicely with his blue shirt.
"I'm gonna get teased for them," Arthur tells you.
"How about you leave a few on me and we'll call it even?" you ask as you move your head to settle in the crook of his neck, your hand returning to his chest.
"Oh, I will. Maybe on the next round," Arthur replies.
You place a shaky kiss to his jawline, the moans beginning to spill out of you as he picks up the pace again. You can tell he's close from the way his cock is throbbing inside of you, so your hand moves south and begins to rub at your clit as you shift your weight, propping yourself up on your elbow.
"I'm waitin' for you, sweetheart. I wanna feel you clench around me," Arthur says as he opens his eyes a little, his mouth remaining parted as he gazes up at you.
"Trust me, I'm real close," you reply.
"Come here," Arthur says as he moves one hand off your hip, placing it on the back of your head as he pulls you down.
Arthur kisses you hungrily, though your noses often bump together and the two of you moan against each other's lips. You have to break the kiss when your orgasm hits, your walls clenching around him as you lie back down against his chest, moaning into the crook of his neck as Arthur continues to buck his hips up into you.
Arthur slams your hips down against his crotch as he spills his load deep inside of you, his hand returning to your hip as he rolls your hips down against him, milking himself. The sounds he lets out are godly, the prettiest moans you've ever heard, and they continue to flow from his lips as he rides his high. Arthur eventually wraps his arms around your waist, letting the two of you relax as you catch your breaths, his cock still inside of you.
Eventually, you roll off him, lying down next to him. His hand settles on your thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles against your skin as the two of you relax. Arthur rolls onto his side so he can place a kiss on your temple, before getting up and buckling his pants back up, his shirt still hanging open.
He fetches a bottle of water from his mounts saddlebags and after taking a large gulp, hands it to you. You sit up and take it, Arthur settling behind you. His knees settle on either side of your body, and you're gently pulled back to rest against his chest as you finish off your drink.
"You alright?" Arthur asks.
"Mhmm," you nod as you put the lid on the bottle. "Are you?"
"Course," Arthur says as he kisses your temple again.
The two of you look out at the landscape, relaxing and lounging about, catching your breaths until Arthurs hand eventually trails south and begins to get you ready for another round.
Male Reader
These two strangers were some of the loudest men you'd ever served. At first, the rest of the Saloon seemed to be a little irritated with their noise levels, despite them being drunk and rowdy themselves, but after the two strangers had gone around making friends with everyone, followed by performing the can-can, it seemed that they were more than welcome here.
"Another, please!" The man said as he attempted to lean on the bar. You weren't meant to serve drunk customers, but he'd been tipping you like crazy all night. He didn't look like the type of fella that was made of money, but it seemed he held money as little value to him. Something you wish you could also have the mindset for.
"You better not end up throwing up in my Saloon," you tell him as you pour him another shot of whiskey.
"Oh, nah. If I'm gonna be throwin' up then it'll be outside, Mister," he tells you with a drunken smile. "Say, what's your name? If I may ask?"
"I'm ___," you tell him.
"___? Handsome name for a handsome man," he smiles again. "I'm Arthur. Pleasure to meet you," Arthur says as he picks up the shot, raising it as he winks at you, followed by downing it, a trickle spilling from the corner of his mouth.
"You err, you ain't seen my friend Lenny have you?" he asks you as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, placing the empty shot glass on the bar top.
"The fella that you've been with all night? I ain't seen him in a while," you tell him as you serve another customer.
"Owh. Maybe he gone and got lucky!" Arthur tells you with pride.
"And left you all alone here without telling you first?" you tut, joking along with him.
"Good point. Lenny would never do that. He must just be throwin' up 'round the back," Arthur says as he fiddles with the empty shot glass.
"You wanna go check on him?"
"Nah, he'll be fine. He's a big kid, he can look after himself. Besides, I don't wanna leave this conversation with a handsome stranger such as yourself," Arthur smiles.
"You still callin' me a stranger even though we introduced ourselves?" you smirk.
"Well, names only mean so much. I ain't got to know you yet," he replies with wide eyes, trying to backtrack the hole he began to dig for himself.
"Well then. What do you for a living, Arthur?" you ask.
"I err, I guess I'm a traveler," Arthur shrugs.
"Is that what they call cowboys now?"
"I wouldn't say I'm a cowboy," Arthur laughs. "They're a dying breed!"
"With those spurs and that gunbelt? Oh, please," you shake your head.
"You can call me a cowboy if you really want to," he shrugs. "Whatever suits you best."
"Oh? And how would a cowboy benefit me? What use do I have for one?" you smirk.
"Well, I can take you for a ride some time," Arthur tells you with a glisten to his eyes.
"I do own a horse, Mister Arthur."
"I didn't mean like that," Arthur replies with a wave of his hand.
"And what did you mean then?"
"You know what they say," Arthur shrugs. "Save a horse, ride a cowboy."
And that's exactly how you got yourself in this situation. Arthur had soon left you alone to find his friend after coming to the agreement that he would spend some time with you the next day, not wanting to take advantage of his drunken state.
He did take you for a ride on the back of his horse, trotting north of Valentine and finding a quiet patch by the river. The sky is blue and the birds are singing, but the peaceful tranquility of nature had been drowned out by the echoing of skin against skin, followed by both yours and Arthurs moans.
The two of you knew where this was going, which was why you found a secluded location with a nice view to enjoy the ride of your life. Arthur had flirted the whole way, and knew you were flirting back not just from the tone of your voice and the words that spilled out, but from the way you held onto his gunbelt and began undoing his buttons as he approached the location. Arthur was practically shirtless by the time he helped you off his horse, and was quick to pin you against a tree and weave his thigh against your crotch whilst he began to undo your shirt.
"Shit!" Arthur hisses, holding your hips and encouraging you to bounce.
You're not holding back on your moans, you have no need to, so you let them flow freely as you bounce your ass against Arthurs thick length. His hat was a little too big for your head, so you move one hand off his chest to hold it in place as you straighten your back, rolling your hips against his and enjoying the way his cock brushes against that spot inside of you.
"Well, ___, I did promise you I'd take you for a ride," Arthur grins as he looks at you through hazy eyes.
"I knew you'd keep to your promise, but a poor fella like me gets tired so easily on these long journeys," you pout, slowing your hips down slightly so you can talk to him.
"Awh, Mister. You want me to take over for you?" Arthur asks.
"That'd be so kind of you, Sir," you grin.
Your body leans forward as Arthur lifts his knees up, pushing you down so you're now pressed against his chest. You move his hat to the floor, and rest your hand on his thick display of chest hair, admiring his toned body.
Arthur begins to buck his hips up into you, a lot faster than you were riding him. He pushes a moan from your lips, followed by many others, as he lets out his own mix of grunts and moans.
Your hand moves from his chest up to his neck, holding it gently as your head tilts up so you can kiss along his neck. Arthur tilts his head, giving you all the space you need, his eyes falling shut as he enjoys the wave of pleasure that continues to hit him like a stormy sea.
He only moans louder when you begin to bite and suck at the skin, encouraging you to leave a few purple marks that will go nicely with his blue shirt.
"I'm gonna get teased for them," Arthur tells you.
"How about you leave a few on me and we'll call it even?" you ask as you move your head to settle in the crook of his neck, your hand returning to his chest.
"Oh, I will. Maybe on the next round," Arthur replies.
You place a shaky kiss to his jawline, the moans beginning to spill out of you as he picks up the pace again. You can tell he's close from the way his cock is throbbing inside of you, so your hand moves south and begins to tug at your own length as you shift your weight, propping yourself up on your elbow.
"I'm waitin' for you, sweetheart. I wanna feel you clench around me," Arthur says as he opens his eyes a little, his mouth remaining parted as he gazes up at you.
"Trust me, I'm real close," you reply.
"Come here," Arthur says as he moves one hand off your hip, placing it on the back of your head as he pulls you down.
Arthur kisses you hungrily, though your noses often bump together and the two of you moan against each other's lips. You have to break the kiss when your orgasm hits, your ass clenching around him as you spill your load over Arthur's stomach. You lie back down against his chest, moaning into the crook of his neck as Arthur continues to buck his hips up into you, not minding the feeling of your cum pressed between both of your bodies.
Arthur slams your hips down against his crotch as he spills his load deep inside of you, his hand returning to your hip as he rolls your hips down against him, milking himself. The sounds he lets out are godly, the prettiest moans you've ever heard, and they continue to flow from his lips as he rides his high. Arthur eventually wraps his arms around your waist, letting the two of you relax as you catch your breaths, his cock still inside of you.
Eventually, you roll off him, lying down next to him. His hand settles on your thigh, his thumb rubbing small circles against your skin as the two of you relax. Arthur rolls onto his side so he can place a kiss on your temple, before getting up and buckling his pants back up, his shirt still hanging open.
He fetches a bottle of water from his mounts saddlebags and after taking a large gulp, hands it to you. You sit up and take it, Arthur settling behind you. His knees settle on either side of your body, and you're gently pulled back to rest against his chest as you finish off your drink.
"You alright?" Arthur asks.
"Mhmm," you nod as you put the lid on the bottle. "Are you?"
"Course," Arthur says as he kisses your temple again.
The two of you look out at the landscape, relaxing and lounging about, catching your breaths until Arthurs hand eventually trails south and begins to get you ready for another round.
What I need is Arthur hugging and kissing Merlin like Merlin will be folding laundry and Arthur just comes up from behind and hugs him. Merlin of course is wondering if Arthur is enchanted more so when he feels lips on the back of his neck—which is sensitive—that he lets out a tiny moan causing both of them to freeze before Arthur starts leaving more kisses on Merlin's nape, his fingers now underneath Merlin's tunic rubbing the slim tummy of his friend.
Merlin is straight up blushing and moaning whilst Arthur is enjoying the sounds he makes that the King decides he wants to do this everyday. So he does.
Merlin is in a constant state of bewilderment and arousal whenever it happens because Arthur has become shameless and enamoured everytime he kisses and embraces Merlin. He doesn't even hide it anymore he'll just grab merlin by the waist, plop the lad on his lap—whilst on the throne—and leave hickeys all over Merlin's neck.
Now onto the next bit of oblivious!Arthur and oblivious!Merlin whom are in love but think it's just super deep friendship:
Arthur's hands have become so familiar for so long to Merlin that when Arthur isn't touching him he gets worried about his prince.
Arthur doesn't know why he can't stand to be without Merlin, all he knows is his day is incomplete if he doesn't have Merlin within reaching distance.
They don't know how it happened but one day Merlin found himself sitting on Arthur's lap, for some "strange" reason Arthur concentrates better when he has Merlin on his lap. Tis a mystery they both thought yet they are content to remain oblivious as to figure out why, it's totally not because they're in love and need to touch each other constantly.
Merlin needs to collect herbs, Arthur of course goes along with his manservant ignoring his princely duties because what if someone kidnaps his adorable clumsy servant? Arthur has to be there to protect watch over the younger man, his arms instinctively wrap around Merlin's small waist from behind; Merlin raises an eyebrow at his prince's clingy arms yet could only fondly roll his eyes. Must be an Arthur thing he thinks.
Arthur's been hit with a love spell, he's much more handsy but Merlin doesn't see too much of a difference...well, there may have been moments his prince's hands were fondling his body particularly the chest and arse which felt amazing don't lie Merlin you tart. Maybe Arthur was a masseuse in a past life?
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They're so freakin together but don't even know it lol
"I just want to suck your dick peacefully, is that too much to ask?"
"Merlin! That's, that's inappropriate talk!"
"What? Like you don't do similiar when I'm trying to work but you're grabbing my arse, calling me your magical cock-sheath—mmpph!" – Court Sorcerer Merlin and King Arthur
[Arthur knew he should've kept Merlin gagged, plugged, and prettily tied up in their chambers so he could finally focus on not being distracted by his warlock temptress. Well, not for long, he'd replace the wooden plug with himself soon enough.]
Arthur is once again under a lust enchantment, although this time his target is Merlin. Merlin however hasn't noticed yet.
Arthur: My love, if your bosoms are ever too heavy to carry my hands are willing to uplift them.
Merlin going wtf because Arthur is acting weird but also automatically covering his chest and blushing like a virgin maiden.
Merlin: ...excuse me!?
Arthur skillfully takes off Merlin's neckerchief, jacket, and tunic, his hands immediately upon Merlin's bare chest, exploring and caressing. Merlin of course is surprised, since when was Arthur good at undressing clothing without his help much less undressing him that easily.
"I've been waiting for you to teach me to walk on my knees for years Arthur. What better time to learn than now, hm?" – Court Sorcerer Merlin
[Merlin knew exactly what he was doing as he knelt before his King, his robes—a crimson colour, Arthur's favourite on him—loosely tied and hanging round his elbows, showing off a long neck and delicate collarbones that he knows his King delights in kissing, shoulders and chest bare of any tunic causing Arthur's eyes to narrow in lust.
Merlin smirks as he crawls making sure to sway his hips enticing the gaze of his King to follow before stopping, finally reaching forward to unlace his King's leather breeches...]
Merlin, my sweet cheeks, my smexy little wizard, you must wear the chastity belt, no sshh, it's part of the mission babe, yes I know it's wacked but it's the only way to free Arthur from his enchantment...don't ask me why it is, it is what it is. Now hurry up, yes put it on, also put this tight corset on too, why? Because it was a two for one deal, yes, I know anyways how does the belt feel? Good? Perfect.
Don't worry, I'll give Arthur the key to unlock—I know how it sounds, but according to this book when a prince is enchanted to "make mad love" to his virgin maiden lover which is you—hush Merlin you are—they must wear a chastity belt for protection and to be worthy of the maid—Merlin stop protesting because we both know you is.
Okay you're ready to take on Arthur's dic—what? No I wasn't going to say the D word. Pfft. Anyways go on now, ride that dragon—hahaha that wasn't a euphemism, I don't even know what that means. BYE MERLIN GOOD LUCK AND HAVE FUN I LOVE YOU ❤
