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Hey y'all! I wanted to thank you guys for supporting me, I didn't expect my posts to get a lot of attention so thank you very much for liking them! 🥹🫶🏻
making arthur morgan go through this
dont mind the wawasaur
Some screenshots I took of the lovely Mr Morgan
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arthur morgan & sean maguire on a little robbery💰
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Mask up, valuables out, lawmen down
WHO'S MY GIRL .ᐣ
PART THREE. PREVIOUS. ➠ ★
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN..’s name replayed through your mind, racing your every thought as you scrambled to place where you had heard it in all of its entirety before. your hands hurried to gather a collection of luxuries while the bath water was running behind you. warm and inviting, it was soon to be fragrant and filled with the handsome stranger once more. his face and name had stayed with you unlike all of the other participants— he was different. ‘arthur’ you thought of again, reminiscing the replay of your initial meeting. he’d just told you a week or so ago, his voice raspy in his first name reveal to you, but where.. where had you known him from .ᐣ the anticipation of the unsolved puzzle and new opportunity with him brewed your nerves, bubbling them with a buzzy interest to learn more about him— and how you were about to.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. closed the door behind him, he listened for the handle’s mechanics to click in confirmation before he began to speak slowly. “evenin’.” he started, sure not to startle you with quick words or movements. his posture was still and tall, he was testing the mood of the room. you smiled at him, showing him that it was safe, that he was welcomed here. “mr. morgan.” you met him with before abruptly being interrupted. “arthur.” he corrected you, not to be rude or proper, but stern in showing that he wanted to skip the formalities, and for you to speak to him friendly. and that’s when it finally connected. your smile had fallen as quickly as it had come and your mental correlations told on you to him— silly girl, how could you have not noticed it all sooner .ᐣ he silently watched on as you decided how this was going to go.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. was more relevant than either of you had thought him to be. his name was the very one that was plastered on many posters around town, stuffed in traveler’s suitcases, the pockets of bounty hunters and among the riches that you would often swipe. he had earned himself some reputation, like a rain-filled cloud full and ready to fall, it follows him everywhere. “are you afraid .ᐣ ” arthur asked, his back against the wooden wall. he could sense it in you, it was written on your face. words were unnecessary in a moment like this. still, your head shook in a small and silent way, shifting left and right to signal a simple ‘no’. quiet, as if someone were listening through the walls; just waiting to turn you in for harboring. “good.” he said, relaxing his shoulders. “no reason to be.” arthur reassured, shifting out of his coat before tossing it to the rung of the nearby chair, discarding it along with his satchel.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. shied your eyes away from his figure, forcing them to look at the floorboards as he continued to undress. he was owed his dignity, you tried to gift him that in the very least. yet, there was still something that flushed your skin with a warming curiosity to peek. he stood in your peripheral vision, stripping the stenching and stained clothes from his body. your core’s fuzzy pit grew tinglier, he was a stranger. you reminded yourself; not that it had mattered. you’d been in this position before, but was never interested in seeing what your guests endowed— it was wrong, gross. but again, there was something different about him. you tilted your head ever-so slightly, your body never moving. it was somewhere in the stage of the in-between; soft enough not to scare you away, but blood-rushed to a point of obvious attraction. it was thick and lengthy, details difficult to make out without a clearer look; but you were content with what you could see. you swallowed sharply, looking all the way left to cough in an attempt of clearing your throat and hiding it— uninterested, you played it off.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. sunk into the tub, exhaling deeply to let you know he’s settled and that you could begin. he didn’t know where to start, struggling with a topic of conversation to reckon with— you’re not acquainted with enough for him to ask how you’ve been, but he was possessive enough to make you exclusively his. a grand gesture, that was. one that made your cheeks run hot and your blood vessels tighten. he made you nervous in a way, shy— bashful, timid. he was so handsome, tall and fit. his weight was equal, strong and defined. his muscles flexed under the water and candlelight, age playing no factor in their shape. you wanted to know what he did to make them that prominent, taking note of how well he’s kept his form over an obvious amount of years.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. spoke first. “you’re awful pretty.” he confessed, and that one got you in more places than just your cheeks. a small, scoffing laugh left your lips, his remark taking you by an unexpected surprise. “thank you.” you said, and he smiled at your innocence. “your dress’s frilly.” he stated, more comfortable and confident this time. “that it is.” you agreed, joining him by his side you sat on the grey, round rim. your face was as warm as when you drank whiskey, pinched with a rosy pleasure. still, you had work to do.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. relaxed when your hands sink into the water with a rag, soaking it wet before setting it on top of his shoulder to rest. like a sponge, overfilled it seeps out on its own, running down his back, arthur’s skin folds under the feeling of coziness, like he’s just returned home. the process had begun. scrubbing the cloth across his back, small cuts and scars became more noticeable in the smoothness of his skin. “what’re these from .ᐣ ” you gently asked, close to his ear in your speech. “thickets, mostly. branches.” he could feel your nails tracing them, his hands gripped the side of the tub momentarily. “few cuts here and there.” he left it at. broken bottles in saloon brawls tended to leave them, but he wasn’t sure on if you should know all of that. “hmm.” you hummed, amused by the shallowness of his answer but honesty in his words. he gave you just enough to work with, to wonder more about. “and this .ᐣ ” you continued to question. “knife fight.” he admitted, looking into your eyes to search for surprise. with little to none, the room’s read became more clear; arthur felt a little more welcomed than he thought he’d be. a spry smile left your lips, biting your bottom lip before lightly laughing at him. “you sound like a bad man, arthur.”
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. was amused, entertained even. “depends on who you ask, i s’ppose.” his comment went ignored, knowing you were prancing around in dangerous territory depending on your responses; and some things were better left unsaid. “did i hear it right, a three day’s stay .ᐣ ” you changed the subject, stating so rather than questioning him about it. the rag hard at work, scrubbing soot from his chest off. “mmm.” arthur hummed in amusement— debating on whether or not to let you get away with listening in on him, and you’ve just reminded him of doing so. his chest rose as your hand worked across it, his heart was humming. you could feel it beating in your hold if you resting there long enough.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. longed for your eyes to look at his again before he spoke. “you’re a curious thing, huh .ᐣ ” arthur said in a low tone, his voice was full of gravel. his words were drenched in more meaning than what was said. his sight was knowing; like he could see right through you, see you for what you were. “depends on who you ask.” you met him with, bantering back with his own vagueness. he wasn’t going to get any more than he gave. “mouthy, too.” arthur said, closing his eyes to rest his head alongside the metal headrest, enjoying the massage you had since moved on to.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. folded his hands together and over his sternum, relaxing to his fullest extent. he couldn’t remember the last time he took such a chance on someone he didn’t know. he knows better by now, vulnerability often turns him into a victim. from being flung from his horse’s saddle to being held up at gunpoint, arthur’s experienced it all. but he yearned for this to work, and the mercy of your healing hands washed his trim-needing strands of hair, washing it before his cut tomorrow morning. moving on, you returned to kneading his skin like a soft baker’s bread, rolling and rubbing out any knots he has since built back up. arthur was sensitive in certain spots, groaning when you dug your fingers into the base of his neck; a short preview of what he sounded like intimately. a sweet sound that shot right into your heat, forcing your spine to straighten up.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN..’s upper half was finished, cleansed and cleaned. he took the offered flute of french champagne, the name being too difficult for either of you to try and pronounce it properly. he spun the glass around, unsure of what to really think of it. he was used to drinking his choice of poison from a bottle, not a glass. but secrets were being shared, and he figured you’d keep this one, too. he eased into the pool of the unknown, trusting you until you gave him a reason not to. next was arthur’s legs.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. propped his left heel up and over the bath’s edge. you started at his foot, gracing your fingernail along the bottom. arthur retracting his leg instantly in a serious budge. he was ticklish. “now, sweetheart—” arthur sounded as if you were in trouble, the pet name gently redirecting you. his stern glare was one of telling you not to do it again, but your smirk led him to believe it wouldn’t be the last time it happened. you were sure to note the small detail about him before placing it back yourself, like you were helping him. the yellow and textured sponge scraped against his natural leg’s hair, scrubbing down to his knee and back up to his ankle. inch by inch, you grew closer to the inner thigh. your eyes watched your hand’s movements, sure not to get too close, as his eyes watched yours, studying them to see any signs of uncomfortability. repositioning, arthur spread his legs for you to get a better feel. his placement pool of iridescent circles was dwindling and dying down. cold water kills bubbles, after all. arthur pulled his leg back down, sliding into the tub where his back lie flat against it, flashing his hardened cock under the water for just a moment. the sight plunged into your pussy; you would not soon forget what you saw. a part of you was disappointed in his turn away. still, you acted oblivious to what you had seen.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. wasn’t trying to so outwardly show it to you, force it in your face or try and grab and guide your hands down onto it, not like other clients have tried to do so before. he was shy, too. modest, even. “other one.” you said, tapping the opposite side of the tub. arthur listened, resting his right leg now. the proper way to do it would have been to walk around, sink to his level and lather his limb with soap there. but, why not have a little fun with the wanted man .ᐣ you leaned over arthur’s view wholly, making sure to accentuate your ass in his eye level. plump round, bent over, and draped with the prettiest silks, arthur loved everything feminine about the view before him; so much that his hand instinctively came up and out of the water to reach for the back of your nearest thigh, stopping himself right before he were to connect the touch. his dick throbbed even harder, pushing the bounds of his tightened skin. arthur’s thick member pulsed under the water, begging to be touched; driving his next intentions.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. settled for tracing the tips of his fingers onto the sewing of your dress, tugging it slightly to imitate a friction that he was starting to starve for. it was a small and gentle plea, one causing you to look back at him. “you alright, arthur .ᐣ ” you hummed to him, sincerely; adding a little note in saying his name. your hands still worked while awaiting his response, applying the lightest bit of pressure into his calf with your thumb.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. was sure that you were toying with him, singing his name again so soon. he was slipping into an undeniable trance, one that he knows is hard to escape out of without a certain and highly-anticipated reward. he had to control himself. “‘m fine, darlin’.” he said, falling into the tempting tease. his chest rising in hard heaves, he was clearly excited. “good.” you paused. “you’re all finished, mr. morgan.” you said, sure to make it stick.
OUTLAW ⭑.ᐟ ARTHUR MORGAN.. looked to you with a particular hunger in his gaze, it was cruel what you were doing to him. he wasn’t sure if you were trying to, or if you were aware of what you were— so how could he protest about it .ᐣ ask you to stay .ᐣ even dare to think of telling you that it wasn’t going to wash itself .ᐣ “you’re leavin’ me .ᐣ ” is what he mustered up instead, a croak in his voice that he’d think was pitiful, but you found alluring and attractive. “for now.” you smiled at him, leaning down once more to kiss him on the forehead before excusing yourself; leaving the big, bad outlaw to handle himself if he wished to do so.
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one of my faves i’ve done of arthur
Handsome cowboy 😌
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Sleepy Arthur Morgan💤
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