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As promised, more Red Dead art !!! I'm not the best at drawing Javi , but I'm TRYING .

Reference by @arthursguns (I think... correct me if I'm wrong).

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Me when people draw fanart of Javier and they forget to add his lil double chin

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Campfire || Arthur Morgan x Reader smut

Summary: After fight in a saloon, Arthur decides to stop and take care of you, both mentally and physically.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2402

Authors: Cass & Rouge

The day was nice and calm. It was until that crazy saloon fight, which have suddenly started and ended as quickly as it began. Right then, you were sitting in front of Arthur on his horse. You were beaten up but not hurt too badly.

"Ya just had to join that fight, huh, Y/N?," Arthur muttered, looking up in the sky.

It was already changing its color as the evening was coming closer and closer with every minute.

"We still have a long way back to camp, maybe we should set our camp here, huh?," he asked, looking at you.

You gave him a slight nod, not turning head to face him.

 You knew he was mad at you, as many times he repeated himself about ladies getting into fights. He wasn't fan of it, and you again lost control over your nerves. But you simply couldn't let those men to insult that other woman...

 "As you wish, Arthur. You're a leader here."

 Arthur sighed deeply, dismounting his horse. "What does not mean I don't care about your opinion," he shook his head, grabbing horse's rains

 It took him few minutes to find a nice place to set a camp. It was on the edge of a little forest, close to the river. "That should be enough. What do ya think?," Arthur asked and looked up at you.

You waited patiently until he helped you off the horse. As you felt ground under your feet, you smiled a bit. "Cozy as it can be," you looked at him.

He was a tall man, very handsome face and those eye you'd recognize everywhere.

"And it ain't gonna get cozier for sure," he summed up, taking the bedroll from his horse.

He walked with you to the place close to the river. It took his few minutes to set the camp for both of you. Soon, you were sitting on the bedroll in front of the fire. Arthur walked to you with a damp cloth in his hand, He sat down next to you. "Come on now, show me that pretty face."

You turned to him, not hesitating to look him in the eye. "Don't say anything, I know I shouldn't have done this, but you didn't make it easier with your indifference," you tried to explain yourself.

"Ya sure? I am not the one whose face look almost Marston's," Arthur laughed softly, he simply joked. Your face didn't look so bad, just a few scratches and little bruises. He quickly got serious.

"Sometimes it's better to not do anything. I mean yea, being a good man is classy but look at yourself, kid. You gonna get yourself killed one day," he muttered as he pressed wet fabric to wound on your forehead.

You hissed quietly, clenching hand on hem of his flannel shirt. You tried to keep a serious face, truth was however that not only your body but mostly your pride was hurt at that point.

"I still think I've done a right thing," you shrugged. "Dutch would be proud."

He smiled softly at your reaction. "Maybe, I know one thing. I ain't proud of ya. You got me pretty worried, kid."

Arthur continued to clean your face. When he was done, he kissed your forehead and gently touched your cheek. "Now... Here is my Y/N. You will be fine. Nothin' hurts, right?," he looked at you with concern in his gaze.

You leant to him, rolling yourself onto his lap. "Nothing. I'm a tough girl, did you forget?," you reached hand up to mess with his hair. "And how do you feel?"

Arthur smiled and sighed quietly, nuzzling to your neck. "Tough girl that gets herself into trouble more often than ANYONE in the gang." He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, he just wanted to hold you close. To feel that you were really here with him. "I was really worried about you," he said finally looking at your face.

You made yourself comfortable on is laps, looking up at him. You touched his rough beard. Your fingers moved along it, only to caress his cheek. "I still have my opinion on that certain case."

Arthur leant into your touch and laughed after your words. He rested his forehead against your shoulder. "My God, kid, you are impassable," man sighed and kissed your neck gently. His hands slowly moved under your shirt, you could feel his rough palms on the soft skin of your back.

You smiled, sucking on your own lip. You closed your eyes, enjoying his strong touch on you. It made you shiver.

"You should lead us, not he," you stated firmly. "Everyone says it."

Arturh laughed at that and looked at you. "Did you lose your damn mind, kid? I'm none of a leader. You can say whatever you want but this ain't place for me.,” he said before unbuttoning few first buttons of your shirt while kissing your neck and jawline.

You messed with his hair further, your fingers tangled with his locks. "Maybe, but I feel like this and ain't change my mind though," you replied.

You giggled, a little blush appeared on your cheeks as he unbuttoned your shirt. "You're too fast, sometimes," you joked, shaking head.

Arthur completely ignored your words and moved shirt off your shoulders, and kissed them while one of his hands continued to open bottom of your shirt.

When he was done, his lips moved to yours and he pulled you into the kiss. Arthur's hands slowly slipped out of your shirt, he moved to your neck and purred deeply against it. "You are so beautiful," his hands gently tickled your stomach before resting on the waistband of your pants.

You were slightly pink on your face as blush hit you hardly. You let out a soft moan, looking him in the eyes. Your were glistening with sparkles at time. "Artie," you chuckled, grabbing his collar and pulling him deep down for the most loving kiss you could have provided.

Arthur kissed you back as his hand slipped inside of your pants. He continued to kiss you as his fingers started slowly circling your clit.

Arthur pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath and see your reactions at his touch. "You like it, sweetheart?,” he hummed.

Familiar excitement was already built deep inside your belly. Oh, how good his fingers were to you! How skilled!

"You've never replied me at the most important question. How many women did you have before me?," you knew that teasing him was probably a bad idea, yet you loved to see him furious.

You pretended you tried to unbutton his shirt, but after a brief moment of concern, you slipped hand down his strong yet covered chest, just to that bulge that was already forming in his old jeans.

"A few,” Arthur answered quickly, he didn't want to get into details at this point. He bucked his hips a bit to show you how hard he was.

"And you lady? How many men you had before me?," he asked as two of his fingers slipped deep into your cunt. They moved slowly in and out while his thumb was still playing with your clit. Arthur studied your face, trying his best to memorize your every reaction.

"A.... Few...," you moaned in reply and wry smirk on your lips.

You improved your position, slightly spreading your legs for him.

"Yhy, yeah, you definitely do some good job here, Art," you praised him lovingly, cupping your breasts as you rolled your head back. "Just like that and you'll get that honey pot."

He removed his finger out and laid you down on the bedroll. "Well, sweetheart, that sounds interesting," man purred before pulling your pants down, moments later he also had gotten undressed. He hovered over you, with this soft gently smile of his. "I love you, sweetheart," Arthur whispered before kissing you once again. After a short moment, he looked at you. "You ready?"

You gave the kiss back. Then, you locked your fingers to rub over your clit. "Now, yes," you smiled proudly, undoing your bra.

Arthur chuckled and he pushed deeply inside of you. He growled against your lips at the feeling of your walls around his cock, he wanted to cum right away, but he had to keep himself under control. "You feel so good, Y/N."

"Oh, shit...!," you only moaned, eyes wide opened. You grabbed his palm and squeezed it firmly.

You spread your legs even wider, your other hand moved to his back, you stroked his strong muscles.

His cock felt so wonderful inside of you. Yet, it hurt slightly, his size did matter.

"Just like this, darling," you whispered, trying to reach his jawline with your lips.

Arthur gave you a moment to get used to his size.

"You are such a good girl, Y/N," man purred quietly before he started to move his hips. Arthur's pace was slow and gentle at the beginning but soon, he found it hard to keep it. His thrusts became deeper and faster.

Your both hands were wrapped around his torso. You were inhaling deeply, every breath was a mess. The heat that radiated from him was oh so tender.

"Fuck, yes, just right there, Arthur, just like that. Fuck this cunt just like you do," you begged in a shaking tone.

You moved one hand between two of you to give his dick some strokes when he was getting out of your pussy.

Arthur growled loudly at the contact. "You’re gonna be a death of me, woman," he muttered and started to move even faster and harder now.

He moved one hand to gently stroke your clit.

You wrapped both legs around his hips and used all of your strengths to roll with Arthur, so you ended on top of him.

Your hands were placed on his chest, you moved up and down his shaft.

"You like that pussy?," you asked. "Oh, I bet you do, Art. Fill me like you do, honey. Fuck your sweet honey pot," you were moaning right into his ear.

Arthur let out a loud growl, looking up at you. You looked so beautiful, your hair all messy and your body naked, fully exposed to his eyes.

He moaned quietly and pushed hard into you, watching your breast bouncing with his every thrust. "Oh, I’m gonna fill you to the brim, girl," Arthur muttered grabbing your tights hardly.

He continued for more  than few minutes, than he quickly sat up and pushed into you as deep as it was only possible. He cum with loud growl, partly muffled by your shoulder.

You rode his cock further as you didn't cum yet. You pressed his chest, forcing him to lay back down.

You got up, his cock, still hard lightly, slipped out of your pussy with some wet noise, you leant down and kiss his jaw.

"Relax," you asked sweetly as you took his slick cock into your hand.

You pumped it a bit before taking him into your mouth.

"You’re really gonna kill me one day," Arthur mumbled, still trying to catch a proper breath. He growled loudly at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around his thick cock. "Fuck... Y/N… What are you doing to me?," Arthur reached out, slowly moving his hand into your hair.

You only smiled, looking up at him. You bobbed your head up and down, taking him as deep into your throat as you could.

You hummed from time to time, sending some vibes to him. One of your hands were messaging his balls, while other one was fingering your own cunt.

Arthur was moaning at all the feelings he was experiencing because of your actions. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling them gently.

He could feel how hard he got again in your mouth and how close he has gotten to his second climax. His hips jerked softly as he pushed himself deeper into your mouth.

Anytime he was pushing his cock down your throat, you were sucking him oh so hardly. At the same time, you started stroking his hardened shaft, a slight grin on your lips.

You were still looking at him, moaning as you were making yourself wetter.

When he started leaking precum again, you stopped and climbed back onto his laps, sinking down onto his length and rocking hips for him.

"Well, hello there darling'," Arthur purred happily as soon as you were back on his cock and at his laps. His hands grabbed your hips tightly enough to leave bruises there. He started to fuck you deep and hard, making sure to hit every sensitive spot inside of you, he wanted to get his little revenge on you by making you cum hard.

"You think you can just play with me like that?," he growled against your ear, before biting it gently, then his lips moved to your neck to bite the soft skin there also.

"Yes, I can since you're my man," you whimpered, bouncing on him.

This time, you felt your climax approaching.

"Don't stop, don't you dare to stop!," at that point you were playing with your breasts, rolling hips for him.

He let out a short laugh and shook his head before focusing completely on his movements. His hand moved between your bodies to rub circles on your clit, to bring you to your climax faster.

"Who is a good girl huh?," Arthur asked against your neck. "Who likes when I make her feel good?"

"I'm your good girl," you moaned deeply. "I love it when you make me feel magnificent like now!," you yelled.

Your movements were more messy now, and soon you stopped them as the huge wave of pleasure hit you.

You screamed his name and smiled proudly, when you felt how he cum in you for the second time.

Arthur whimpered against your shoulder. Now he was hugging you closely. "You’re really gonna kill me one day, Y/N. I am not so young anymore."

It took him a moment to steady his breath, then he looked at you. "You know what,darling'? I love you," he hummed quietly.

You got off him, casually putting his leather jacket on your naked body.

You laid next to him, placing head on his chest and stroking his stomach. "I love you too, Mr Morgan."

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Riding Class || Arthur Morgan x Reader Fluff

Summary: You and Arthur decide to get outside the compound for a while. It’s also the very first time Arthur provides initial riding class to his eight-year-old son.

Words: 1861

Author: Cass & Rouge

It was a nice, warm day. Arthur was cleaning his horse while watching his eight-year-old son. Noah was playing with his older "brother", Jack. Kiddo liked to call man that because boys were spending a lot of time together. Arthur didn't mind it, John was like a brother to him and he was glad his son had a good company.

You walked out of a tent, stretching your back lazily. "Good morning, handsome," you placed a little kiss to Arthur's cheek, wrapping arms around his waist tightly. "As I see, Noah plays since he is up."

Arthur smiled and wrapped arm around you, putting brush away. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he said, kissing you softly. He nodded.  "Yes, you know him. He likes to play, just like Jack," Artur sighed. "Hey, maybe we should take Noah and just ride somewhere? To rest a bit away from camp? For a day, or two?"

"It's an great idea, darling," you smiled brightly and waved hand at your son. "Noah, c'mere for a second!"

Boy was a bit confused when he came to you. "Yes, mommy?"

"Dad has something to tell you," you announced happily, looking at Arthur.

Arthur crouched to get on boy's level and smiled "We’re gonna go somewhere for maybe two days. We will go somewhere outside the camp. Just three of us... Well, five if we count the horses."

"And Jack?," boy asked sadly as he turned head to look at his mate. "He will be alone here?"

You chuckled softly and looked at your husband.

Arthur smiled and looked at you, then back at his son. "It's just a two days trip, son, we will be back soon. He'll be fine. You will be able to tell him everything when we will be back."

A concern was still visible at boy's face but soon it was all gone and he smiled at his father. "Okay, daddy. Can we ride horses then?! Can I ride a horse too?!"

Arthur rubbed his chin and shrugged. "Sure. I mean, mama will take her horse and you can ride with me if ya wanna."

"Yes, dad!," boy laughed hardly. "Can I take reins?!"

"No way, young man," you replied before Arthur. "You're too young for this."

Arthur stopped you. "Calm down, sweetheart." he said and smiled softly at Noah. "We will see what we can do about that. I mean, he can try I guess. I will be with him in the saddle," Arthur explained, looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, let it be, but you gotta be careful, both of you, do you understand?," you asked in a serious voice.

Noah nodded quickly. "Yes, mom, I'm a big boy!"

"I am a big boy too, sweetheart!," Arthur added, ruffling boy's hair. "Okay, so take your mama to tent and help her pack some stuff. I will prepare horses."

Afternoon ride has started as soon as it got.

Your horse was walking slowly behind Arthur's stallion, you were watching beautiful nature surrounding you.

Noah was sitting in front of Arthur. He was holding reins tightly in his gloved hands.

They ride like this for few more minutes before Arthur offered reins to Noah. "Still wanna try?"

You glared at him with cocked brows, yet you remained silent, you didn't really want to start a fight, though you were oh so afraid of your little boy.

"Yes, papa!," Noah happily grabbed the rains in his tiny hands and moved them, making horse turn to its left.

"Wo-ho! Wait! Let me help ya," Arthur took Noah's hands and showed his how to lead the horse. "You see? Now he will walk straight," he smiled.

You couldn't help but giggle loudly.

Arthur's horse shook its head few times, neighing loudly.

"Dad! Dad! Look, horse is moving! It's moving!," Noah was oh so excited and he immediately turned around to look at you, but he did this too vigorously and he almost fell off horse's back.

Arthur wrapped his arm tight around Noah. "Bravo, but first of all, we stay in the saddle, okay? Keep reins just like I’ve shown you, okay?,” Arthur looked over his shoulder and shrugged. "You see? He gets it quickly."

"All I saw was that he almost fell out of the saddle," you chuckled, "But I see also, he gets it pretty quickly though," you nodded.

Boy shook his head. "Dad, leave! I'm big boy, I can handle!"

He looked back at Noah. "Okay, just remember what I told you," Arthur slowly moved his hands away from reins. Boy focused oh so much at keeping horse moving in a straight line. He leant down a bit, he almost forgot to breathe. His tongue was stacked out as he was having very serious face.

Arthur looked over his shoulder at you again and giggled, shaking his head.

After few minutes, Arthur looked around. You were on a nice, green glade with small lake. "Noah, stop the horse. We will set camp here," man said, patting boy's shoulder.

"Stop yourself, horse!," Noah stated firmly, patting horse's neck. But the animal was slowly going further. "I said stop!," boy repeated. When horse didn't obey his request, Noah turned to his father. "Dad, I think the horse is broken," boy shrugged.

Arthur did his best to not laugh but he failed, bursting with laughter. "You control horse with the reins," he explained and his gloved hands again took a hold of reins. He pulled gently and horse stopped.  "You see?,” Arthur smiled at his son and then he looked at you. "What do you think about this place, darling?”

You nodded, still having your mouth covered with hand. "Sure, I like it," you stated simply as you got off the horse and walked to Arthur's stallion. You helped Noah get back on the ground.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, boy turned to the animal and patted its leg. "Good horse, we can be friends, too!"

"Yea, he sure was a good boy today,” Arthur took out a carrot out of his bag and fed the horse. After that, he started to set the camp. He prepared the tent and small bonfire. "All right! All set up."

After the late dinner, you were slowly getting ready to sleep.

Although your son had rather different idea. "Dad?," young boy walked to his father and climbed onto his lap. "I have a very, very serious question to you."

Arthur was sitting in front of bonfire, humming quiet song. "What is it, son?," Arthur asked taking off his hat and bag.

"Since I did very well at our first riding session," boy started, "I was considering a possibility of riding some more. Like now."

"Uhm... Well. I have nothing against it, I guess," Arthur muttered, stroking his cheek and chin. He shrugged gently, looking over at you. "But you also need to ask this beautiful lady there. She needs to agree, too."

Boy nodded and quickly got up from father's laps, only to join you near the tent. "Mommy, I have a very, very serious question to you."

You crouched next to Noah, tilting head slightly. "What is it, darling?"

"Dad said I can ride a horse now. So I came to tell you, I'll be riding it now. Can I?"

You chuckled and exhaled deeply. "Tomorrow, cowboy, it's time for you to go to bed finally, this day was full of adventures and you gotta rest a bit."

"Well, I think she’s right, pal. You should rest after your first lesson," Arthur said, walking up to both of you.

Boy wasn't too happy but finally agreed with his parents. Rest of the night was calm. Arthur slept peacefully cuddling you and Noah close. He simply was the happiest man alive.

Arthur got up first to ignite a fire and prepare some coffee for both of you and something to drink for Noah.

He smiled softly as he saw how Noah started to slowly wake up. "Good morning there, mister."

As boy was fully awaken, he came to his father. "Hi, dad, it's morning already, can I finally get on the horse?," he asked simply, grabbing his mug with tea. He drank it as fast as he could, keeping his eyes on his dad.

Arthur blinked and smiled. "You must be that stubborn after your mother," man took a coffee mug and walked to you, he kissed your cheek. "Good morning. Here is your coffee and I will go put that boy on a horse. Don't worry, I will be by his side.”

After these words he went back to Noah and picked him up. "Okay! Let's go."

As soon as boy was at horse's back, he grabbed its rains and moved them. "Go, go, let's go!," boy shouted few times but the only thing that followed his actions was horse raising its head up to look briefly at Arthur.

Arthur shook his head and tied a rope to halter so he still would have some control over the horse. "Noah? What did I tell you yesterday?," he looked at boy.

Boy scratched his head, humming. "Uhm, that I shall do this," boy moved reins, "And that horse will go. But it's not walking. I told you, he is broken inside."

"Nah, he ain't broken, boy. Try to gently nudge his sides with your feet but really gently," Arthur instructed. It was kinda amusing for him to watch it but he tried his best to teach his son.

Noah nodded and stacked his tongue out. He tried to follow his dad's order but he failed. "Daddy, daddy! My legs are too short, I can't!," two tears ran down boy's cheeks.

It ripped Arthur’s heart. "Don't cry, simply try again."

When Noah tried again, Arthur gently pulled on horse's robe so animal moved. He held the rope tightly in his hands. "Ah! You see? You did it!"

"IT'S WORKING, DAD! MOM! MOM, WAKE UP, SEE ME RIDING A HORSE! IT'S WORKING AGAIN!," boy shouted loudly, laughing happily. He forgot to keep the rains as he started to clap his hands.

"Noah, rains," Arthur reminded him, looking up at boy.

Noah caught the rains, giggling. "Sorry, daddy!"

Arthur smiled as he watched his little son.

They were doing this for almost an hour, until Noah started to complain how sitting in saddle was becoming uncomfortable.

Arthur helped his son get off of horse. "How as it?," he asked as he carried boy back to little camp.

"It was nice, dad. You shall feed our horse or it will pass away from hunger!," boy reminded his father.

As soon as he spotted you near the campfire, he ran to you and jumped straight into your arms. "Mom! Listen, mom, I was riding a horse for almost an hour! But dad has to change the saddle for more fluffy one, this one ain't comfortable!"

Arthur laughed as he walk to you. "When you will be older, you will get your own, big horse and I promise you, I will get you the most fluffy saddle I’ll be able to find," Arthur hugged both of you.

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A Sweet Surprise || Arthur Morgan x Reader

Summary: You are pregnant with Arthur's child, what will he do?

Warnings: FLUFF!

Words: 1414

Request: @imphauser

Authors: Cass & Rouge

There were times I felt like the world was slowly disappearing in front of me. Or maybe it was just me who was fading away. Those moments... It didn't matter anyway. Because my empty burning lungs and my heart hitting my chest so hard I thought it will break my ribs and rip apart my skin were the only thing I could think about.

And the void. The black hole in my head, deep inside my soul, slowly swallowing all my hopes and dreams. That was the worst of those moments. The realization of the vacuum, the nothingness, the absurd of my existence.

Those times kept me awake at five a.m. and made me wonder: why am I living for anyway?

But deep inside I knew the answer. Everything was about to change. And there was another obstacle I was afraid of.

Life was good and everything was calm.

Arthur was busy outside the camp, killing and robbing were his bread and butter.

But there was always time to come back to place he used to call home. Return to this little, unusual family. Among these people was a woman that he had the honor to call his own.

Loving someone with a whole heart was something that was missing in his life for a long time.

And now he couldn't wait to simply take you in his arms again. He was finally riding home.

I heard familiar voice as soon as he got to the camp.

I sighed as I trembled inside. I got out of the tent and went to greet him.

"Y/N! My beautiful Y/N!," Arthur greeted me with an opened arms and smile on his face.

"You have no idea how much I missed ya. I am so glad to be back and I am glad you didn't decide to run away from me," Arthur joked, hugging me.

I smiled sadly, reaching to touch his face. "My love, you're finally back. I missed you oh so much," I said.

He took my hand and kissed it. "I hope you did. I am sorry it took so long. Lots of work but now I am yours,” Arthur said and suddenly picked me up. He noticed a little shift in my behavior. "Something's wrong, love,” he stated.

"Put me down," I asked politely. "Dutch was looking after you. And we gotta talk later."

 Arthur blinked surprised and nodded, then he put me down really gently.

He let out a deep sigh looking in the direction of Dutch's tent. "Oh, sweetheart. He can wait a bit longer. I missed you and I see something's bothering you. Did Micah bother you when I was gone? I swear I’m gonna rip his head off if he put his filthy hands on my woman," Arthur growled the last part frowning.

I shook my head as slightly as possible. "Kinda. But that's not a case. He was just lurking around. Saying some mean things but you good know I don't care about him," I explained, stroking over his torso.

"I’m still gonna punch that bastard in the face. Just for even speaking to you," he muttered and walked past me to find Micah.

"Wait, there's something more important and this involves us, both of us...," I whispered.

Arthur stopped and looked at me. He turned around and grabbed my hand. "So I was right. Something is wrong...,” he sighed and took me straight to his tent.

Arthur made sure to close the tent's flaps, for more privacy. He sat me on the cot and then he took a seat on a chair right in front of me. "What is it Y/N? Did someone hurt ya when I was gone?"

"No... It's not that," I said, rubbing my temples as I exhaled deeply. I closed my eyes shut for a longer moment. "Listen, Arthur," I got up and turned around, facing him with my back, "Something's happened."

He blinked, watching me deeply confused. "Uhm... Okay, then what exactly happened, if no one hurt you... What is it?," Arthur also got up from his chair. Right now he didn't know what to think, he was scared and confused. "Are you dying or something?"

I turned around and walked closer to him. I hugged to him. "Think, handsome."

"Darlin’, you know that you picked a man that is dumb like a haystack," Arthur took my face in his big hands and forced me to look at him. "What is it, darlin’? You have no idea how worried and scared I am now."

"Sit down," I asked him and as he did, I took a seat at his lap.

Arthur wrapped an arm around me. "Will ya finally tell me? Or you want me to die on heart attack?"

I kissed his cheek.

"I love you so much. You're a good man. Very good man. And the kindest human being I've ever met. And soon, you'll have another one heart to love you."

Arthur laughed softly listening to all 'good man' stuff but after the last part, I could see the blank look on his face. "Uhm... What are you trying to tell me, Y/N? Wait," he looked away for a moment, thinking. "You are pregnant?"

I didn't reply his last question. I simply took his hand and put it to my slightly palpable baby bump, looking him deep in the eye.

Arthur blinked few times, he gently removed me from his laps. "Dutch wanted to see me," he said and simply left the tent. It's not that he wasn't happy, of course he was. I was his woman, he loved me and got exactly the same in return. I provided him with the feelings he hasn't experienced for a long time but after hearing the news, his mind filled with the worst memories and visions of the past. He simply needed some time.

I blinked, it was not what I expected. I knew everything about him. He was hurt oh so many times. I knew he needed time to proceed the news

For a few next days, Arthur wasn't talking with me too much. I could see him talking with John or Hosea but that was all, he even spent nights in front of the campfire.

After these few days, he finally walked up to me. "Y/N... Can we talk?"

I was brushing horse's mane when I heard his voice. "So you grew up to talk, huh?," I asked a little too bitterly.

Arthur frowned. "Y/N. It's not like this,” he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. I know. So, what do you wanna talk about?"

Arthur took my hand and gently pulled me closer. "Listen, I want to apologize for my behavior. You know that I ain't a good man and you know my past too well but... I talked with Hosea and with John. Hell... I even talked with Abigail," he sighed heavily and hugged me."I am just an old, scared, fool but this fool loves you. I am so sorry I left you then and I wanna promise you that I will always protect both of you,” he declared and put a hand on my belly. "Even if I will have to die."

I smiled sadly.

"But you can't guarantee that you ain't be scared enough to leave at some point, huh?"

 "Don't be silly now. I won't ever leave you, I love you... I love both of you too much to do anything like this," Arthur smiled and kissed me.

I smiled at him, he always knew what to say to calm my nerves oh so easily. I let him stroke my bump.

"Now," he picked me up gently. "Don't ya dare to do anything and I mean ANYTHING around the camp until this baby will be out of ya. Do you understand?," Arthur asked carrying me to our shared tent.

I giggled as ruffled his bangs. "Sure, cowboy. I'll let the dirt grow inside our tent and all around it. Admit that without my help you ain't gonna be able to keep a harmony."

"Nah! I will manage. I mean, it was all fine before I met you. So don't ya worry, besides, I am sure other girls will gladly help me," he giggled and kissed my cheek.

I couldn't believe his words so I punched his side with fist playfully. "Better stop it, old man, or I'll kick your sexy ass."

"Jealous, huh?," he laughed and kissed my lips. "I love only you and our baby. Nothing gonna change that, sweetheart."

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The Hidden Thirst || Arthur Morgan x Reader Smut

Summary: Reader gives Arthur some nice blowjob while they await Dutch. He almost catches the couple in unambiguous situation.

Warnings: Smut - Blow Job

Words: 1807

Authors: Cass & Rouge

It was a hot day, sun was shining on you and Arthur. You both were waiting outside some old barn waiting to see Dutch.

"It’s hot today,” Arthur muttered, taking off his hat to fan himself a little, he nudged you with his elbow. "How you doin',sweetheart?”

You cocked brow, you were visibly unhappy. "How do you think, fella? It's fucking hot, I barely can breathe. Couldn't we have found some place in 

a shadows to wait at that old brat, huh?," you asked casually, closing your eyes.

"Well, this 'old brat' you are talking about asked us to meet him on here," Arthur shrugged and looked around, looking for place that could meet your expectations. He looked at the barn and then back at you. "We could go inside. There’s a lots of shadow there."

"Yes!," you almost clapped your hands. Even the slightest thought of being in the shadows made you happy inside. You simply grabbed Arthur's hand and pulled him inside.

Arthur chuckled and followed you, putting his hat back on. It was indeed old barn, it wasn't destroyed butdefinitely empty for a long time.

He looked around some more and then his attention returned to you. "Better, sweetheart?"

You threw the hat off your head and sighed deeply, happily. "Yes, much better now, fella!," you exclaimed, looking at the man. You licked your lips slightly. He looked oh so delicious in that sweated shirt that was clinging to his muscular torso.

Arthur watched you with soft smile before noticing how you look at him He blinked and raised an eyebrow, he looked down in himself and back at you. "Something’s wrong with me, Y/N?"

"Wrong? No, no, nothing's wrong, you just look hot, Arthur," you said openly, smiling at him with a soft blush. "Tell me, how do you think, is Dutch going to come here soon nor not?"

Arthur shook his head.

"Y/N, I told you already. I am everting but for sure I ain’t that,” he muttered lighting on a cigarette."I don't know but I am sure he will be here on time. He told us to wait."

"He always tells us to wait and then he's late," you shrugged, walking closer to the man. You simply grabbed his fag and slipped it out of his fingers, inhaling the smoke. "It's unhealthy to be a smoker."

"Are you a doctor now? Or something? Give it back," Morgan rolled his eyes, trying to get his cigarette back. "Well, Dutch asked so we have to wait. You have your shadow so don't complain, Y/N."

You stepped away, avoiding him reaching his hand to get the fag back. "Uh-uh, bad boy, no, you ain't gonna get it back," you chuckled softly.

"Y/N, it ain't funny,” Arthur growled and suddenly picked you up."Give it back or you will fly into that haystack." He warned you, petting your ass. "So?"

You giggled happily, still smoking his fag. "Haha, you ain't gonna do it. If you'll pry, I'll have to punish you, big bro!," you laughed shortly, messing his hair with free hand.

He purred quietly at your touch. "Well, you asked for that." After these words you were flying through the air. You landed in a soft hay. Arthur was looking at you with smug smile. "Will you give it back now?"

You inhaled for the last time and handled the cigarette back to its owner. "Sure, cowboy," you giggled, "But it would be enough if you'd have asked politely," you reminded, smiling brightly at him.

"I am not a polite man, Y/,." he took the cigarette and shook his head as he helped you up. Arthur took your chin and made you look up at him."You really like to play with me, woman,” he smiled before kissing you then he leaned against the half wall. Only upper part of him was visible to anyone who would look through big barn door.

You stepped even closer, leaning all of your body to him. Your hands were rested on his torso, where you slowly stroked him. "I love to play with you, darling, don't you get it yet?," you asked, climbing on you tiptoes to kiss his jawline. You let one of your hands slip down his chest, simply onto his crotch where you pressed it.

Arthur growled softly and bucked his hips into your hand. "Darlin'... I know it very well but... Don't ya think it is not a right time or place?," he looked around. "What if Dutch will come?,” he looked down on you.

You smiled as you undone his belt and fly, slipping your hand into his pants. "You think I give a shit about that man, don't you?," you whispered, kissing his pulse point, "I don't. He can envy you, because he ain't gonna get the cookie, never," you giggled as you grabbed his soft cock.

He let out a shaky breath. "C'mon, Y/N..." At this point he forgot what he was about to say. It took him a moment to collect his thought, he looked at you with soft smiled. "Then better get on your knees and do your job, darling."

"Uh-uh, first, you have to deserve this, honey," you explained softly, pumping your hand against his cock. Your thumb stroked over his tip. Your rather long nails scratched the shaft and you smirked viciously as you felt how quickly he started to harden.

He growled and bucked his hips some more. "How, Y/N?," Arthur purred moving a little closer to you.

"Just be a good boy and be on the lookout," you asked politely, pulling his pants down, right to his ankles. You knelt down and pumped his length few more times, then you simply licked his tip.

Arthur snarled annoyed. "This is not fair, Y/N,” he muttered and rested his arms on the half wall looking ahead trough big door. Everything was calm and quiet. "Do I really have to look out for the wild wind?"

"And what you would like to look at, hmm?," you asked before taking his cock into your mouth. Your pace at the beginning was calm and slow, you were bobbing your head back and forth, your eyes on him, checking upon reactions.

His hands moved into your hair to take a bit of control over your moves. "Well, I would like to watch you," Arthur said and sighed heavily.

Your hands moved to his butt where you squeezed him. "Mhm...," you mumbled, still having his cock in your mouth. Soon, you increased your moves.

Arthur mooned and grabbed handful of your hair, bucking his hips to push himself deeper into your throat as he rolled head back. Oh, how glad he was that this weird half wall was completely hiding what was happening down there.

Suddenly, a very well-known voice pulled Morgan out of his bliss.

"Arthur! Y/N?!" It was Dutch.

Arthur bite his lips and looked down on you. "What do we do?," he whispered to you.

You didn't stop your movements, you still were bobbing your head, still having eyes on him, with a visible smile on the lips. After a longer moment you grabbed his shaft with your palm and pulled it out of your lips. "Fool him," you ordered, spitting onto his hard cock, stroking his tip with your fingers.

Arthur growled loudly. "I should kill you for that." He took a deep breath and looked away from you. "Yea, here Dutch. Imma... Imma here," Arthur called and leaned out the edge of the wall.

 Dutch peeked inside and looked confused on the other man. "And where is Y/N?"

"She…Uhm...," Arthur let you deep sigh and bite inside of his cheek thinking, "She is for sure somewhere. She said it's too hot for her here and she went to find some shadow. You know how moody this girl is,” he shrugged, pushing his hips forward a bit. There was no better thing he could come up with, his mind was clouded and he was too focused on the feeling of your lips around his shaft.

Somehow Dutch bought all of this, at this point Arthur was kinda proud of himself.

They talked for a longer moment. Something about some small robbery, even Arthur didn't know what was he talking about.

When Dutch left, Arthur grabbed your hair tightly and shoved himself deep into your throat. "Fuck!," the man moaned.

You sucked him hard, some wet noises could be heard all around. After a brief moment you slipped his cock out of your mouth. You wrapped palm around it and picked it up, pressing the member to his lower stomach, only to lick the main vain at the lower part of his dick. "You're a good liar though, Arthur," you praised him, kissing all over his length.

Arthur pushed your hand away and tightened grip on your hair, he forced you to open your mouth. "For that, you better shut up and finish what you started," Arthur muttered and pushed himself back into your mouth. He sighed with relief, he was so close and you just kept on talking.

He fucked your mouth with the rough but steady pace, moaning your name from time to time.

You decided to surprise him a bit, so you deep-throated his cock, looking him firmly in the eye. You held him deep in your mouth until he started to  throb.

"Keep on doing that sweetheart and I will cum soon," man warned you, stroking your hair.

You unbuttoned two first buttons of your shirt, just slightly enough for him to see your bouncing boobs as you were bobbing head back and forth along his shaft. You hummed, sending some vibes to his leaking precum dick.

Arthur gasped. "Fuck, Y/N. What are you doing to me, sweetheart?" The sight of you down there was something else and the pleasure you were giving him was something amazing."Such a good girl, sucking this cock so nicely," he hummed, praising you. Arthur knew he won't be able to keep any longer. "Y/N, I’m gonna cum."

You smiled at him. "In nor out?," you asked politely.

 "Out... I wanna see that pretty face painted with my cum," Arthur smiled back. "Besides, you were a really bad girl today. Teasing me with my own cigarette, making me lie to Dutch. Bab bad girl, go back to work."

You sucked him and bobbed your head for a brief moment, and when he throbbed hardly, you took him out and pumped your hand along his shaft until he cum on your face and boobs.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Arthur gasped stuttering his hips as he stroked his own shaft, letting all of his semen to drop on your décolletage. “Fuck you, sweet doll, you’re so fucking filthy,” he praised your actions.

You wiped his semen from corner of your mouth, smiling.

“I know, fella.”

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Us Three || Arthur Morgan x Reader x John Marston smut

Summary: Arthur Morgan & John Marston are having some arousing time with Reader.

Warnings: smut, threesome, double penetration

Words: 2471

Requested by: @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker

Author: Cass & Rouge

In that split second before the touch every nerve in your body and brain were electrified. It's the anticipation of being together in a way that's more than words, in a way that's so completely tangible.

And you've never thought about being in such a situation.

You were their drug. One touch and the intoxication was instant. Just your scent sent them into a heady trance, one that didn't end until your bodies were still once more, just warm and snuggled in as close as three souls could be.

Your back were leant against cold, stone wall of the bedroom. Arthur was on your left, John on the right.

John's hands pulled you into messy kiss, his rough hands held your cheek.

"Try to not eat her, Marston,” Arthur muttered before his lips attacked your neck and collarbone. His big hands held your hips.

"Shut up…," John growled against your lips before also moving to your neck to bite and suck on all your soft spots.

Soft moan escaped your parted lips, you were turning head from left to right, giving a loving kiss to each of them. "My cowboys," quiet whimper was everything you could do at that moment. Their touches on your body were sending you right to heaven. Their kisses, their strong scents. Your hands moved down their bodies, to their crotches.

Arthur smiled at your soft touch while John let you a quiet whimper. "Our girl," Arthur pulled you into a kiss, bucking his hips into your hand.

"Our dirty girl," John whispered. He undid his pants and guiding your hand under them.

You were kissing Arthur as your palm was wrapped around John's member. You gave him few long strokes. Within a second you broke kiss with Morgan to press a kiss to John's jawline. Other hand of yours started unbuckling Arthur's pants. "And that's why I love both of you, boys," smile appeared onto your lips as your other hand squeezed Arthur's balls.

Marston kept pressing soft kisses to every inch of skin that he could reach, he was that touch starved.

"... and we love you," Morgan growled against your shoulder.

"What we’re gonna do with you, huh?," he looked at you as his hand slowly traveled under your shirt to you tender breast.

John imitated Arthur's move to give your other breast some attention too.

"You both good know what does your doll need," your reply was short and firm.

You slipped out of their embraces. You turned around to Arthur first, pushing him onto the wall. Second later you did same with Marston. "Pants down, cowboys," you ordered with a grin, slowly unbuttoning your flannel shirt.

Both boys muttered something but obeyed you. Both cocks were hard, standing proud. Arthur was a bit bigger and thicker than John. Men looked on you with anticipation and lust in their eyes.

"And wonder what is it?," John said with soft smile.

You unbuttoned your shirt open, you pressed your front to John's while making out with him. Your tongues were dancing together, meantime your grabbed Arthur's thick length slowly pumping your hand up and down his shaft. After longer moment, you went down on your knees.

John kissed you back eagerly, both of his hands moved down your body to rest on your ass. He purred deeply into the kiss and squeezed your butt.

Arthur growled unhappy. "Why he gets much more attention than me?," he murmured and after a moment looked down on you.

"Jealous, Morgan?," John teased him.

You smirked at them and shortly after wrapped lips around thick length of Arthur. You bobbed head back and forth, your eyes on his face. After longer moment you pulled his dick out of your mouth and spat on John's member, picking it up to lick its inner part.

Arthur inhaled sharply at the blissful feeling of your lips around his sensitive shaft. "Oh, darling',” man hummed moving his hand through your hair.

"Fuck…," John whimpered quietly at the contact of your tongue with his member.

You sucked onto John's tip. You pulled him out to give some attention to Arthur, meantime your free hand traveled to hems of your dress and beneath it, you rubbed your cunt.

"Pull her up." John said to Arthur.

"C'mon, darling'." Arthur purred and did what he had to. He pressed your back to his chest, he parted your legs before raising one of them. John got onto his knees and wasted no time, he immediately attacked your entrance with his tongue. Arthur's finger moved to rub your clit, pressing it from time to time.

"Fuck!," your whimper was loud. "Fuck, yeah," your hand was slipped into John's hair, you rolled hips for him as you turned your head to kiss Arthur. "You both like my pussy, don't ya?," you asked. "I know you do. You both are fucking skilled, I fucking love all things you do to me," you were pricing both of them, the lust in your voice. You grabbed your shirt and fully took it off tossing it onto wooden floor.

John mumbled against your entrance before pushing his tongue and finger inside you.

Arthur smiled and his hand grabbed one of your breasts. He rolled and pinched your nipple, kissing your neck.

"Fuck," your eyes were rolled back with a blissful sigh escaping your mouth. Both of your hands were placed on back of Marston's head as you started to fuck his face with your cunt.

Arthur grabbed your other leg and picked you up. "We have a nice surprise for you, darling'. Remember what we talked about, John?"

Other man moved away from your pussy and looked at Arthur hesitantly. "Are ya sure about that? We might hurt her, I don't want that," Marston said getting back onto his feet.

"She will be fine. Besides, Charles made something, he said it will be useful while having fun. Hold her," Arthur said before passing you to John.

John smiled and nuzzled to your cheek and neck, wrapping your legs around his waist.

Heart was beating fast in your chest. You were oh so curious about what your cowboys had to offer to you. You wrapped legs tightly around John's hips, slowly rolling hips against his already rock hard member. You tangled fingers in his hair as your lips traveled along his neck sucking into his pulse point. "What are you planning, guys?," you turned your head to Arthur as you observed his every move.

"You can't be still even for a moment, huh girl?," John shook his head, grabbing your hips tightly enough to prevent any movement. "Better be quick there, Arthur."

"Just give me a moment." Arthur was looking for something in his bad. Both man ignored you.

You nuzzled tightly to John's shoulder inhaling his scent. You raised head to kiss his jawline. "Guys...?," you moaned lovingly, "What's that?"

"Got it!," Arthur said visibly happy. He had a small jar in his hand.

John simply kissed side of your head. "Ya sure, it will work? We not gonna hurt her?," asked John setting you on the floor.

"I think we will see while doing it. I mean, she is smart enough to let us know if it will be too much for her to handle. Right?," Arthur smiled, kissing top of your head.

You climbed onto toes and kissed him murmuring. "What do you plan to me?," you asked again and slowly got fully undressed. Second later you were laying onto the bed looking at your men.

"Who do ya want to have in front of you sweetheart?" Arthur asked. “I want you, Arthur, I want you and that beautiful, strong body of yours in front of me," you knelt on the bed with hand already placed between your thighs. "Will you be waiting some more? Shall I start with myself?," you teased them.

John looked away with soft frown, feeling insecure, probably because of his scares.

"Nah, no need. We will do that," Arthur knelt in from of you while John took place behind you. Arthur took some of the stuff from the jar, it was some kind of a lube. He made sure to coat his cock, then John's. Other man gasped and growled at the touch.

"Let's hope it will be enough," Arthur smiled and lifted you up only slip his cock inside you.

Soon John tried to join him.

When Arthur's member was fully slipped into you, you let a loud sigh biting your lower lip. "So good...," you whispered looking behind you above your shoulder. "John?," you stack your bun to him, a blush onto your lips as you rested hands at Arthur's chest, you waited for John to join both of you.

John said nothing, he nuzzled to your shoulder trying his best to hide his face. To your own surprise John didn't tried to fuck your ass as always. "Come on, Marston. You not gonna hurt her," Arthur slightly annoyed.

Other man growled and pushed into you joining Arthur's cock. John let out a quiet whimper. "Oh God."

One of your hands traveled back to hold into John's forearm as you arched your back. Pleasure was already huge, your two boys fucking you slowly at the same time. You were filled to the brim by their cocks. "Just like that...," you laid your front on Arthur's chest since you couldn't move by yourself, Marston and Morgan had the power over you.

"You like it don't you, Y/N? Who do you belong to? Huh?! Answer me!," Arthur growled pushing harder few times before coming to back to gently pace.

John kept pushing gently into you, placing kisses on your neck and shoulder. "Our little treasure," man purred against your skin.

You already became a moaning mess and it was hard to you to say anything. But when you managed, it's more a moan than proper answer. "Mhm... To John... Fuck! To John Marston and to Arthur fucking Morgan," you sucked onto Arthur's lower lip biting it to blood second later. "Fuck, John!"

Arthur pulled you into a deep kiss as  both boys started to move faster, giving you hart thrust.

"Fuck," John whimpered, wrapping arm around you lower belly.

"Such a good, girl. Taking us so good," Arthur praised you as his hand moved to your clit. "We fuck you so good."

You kissed Arthur oh so deeply humming in the kiss. "Enough," you asked while exhaling deeply. "I want to ride Marston's stallion," you claimed, "And to suck your fucking cock, Arthur."

"I though you prefer to have Arthur in front of you?," John said as he stopped moving and slowly pulled out. He laid down, looking at you.

Arthur moved you off his cock. Within a second you straddled John's lap guiding his cock into your soaking wet core. "Fuck," you rolled head back and rolled hips for him quickly. "Just like that!" Few thrusts of yours have passed before you leant down to suck onto Morgan's member. You pumped hand around his thick shaft.

John kept a nice and steady pace, wanting to give you as much of pleasure as possible. His hand moved to your clit, he rubbed it gently while two of his fingers slipped inside you along his cock.

Arthur growled softly. He grabbed hand full of your hair to fuck your face the way he wanted.

Soft hum sent vibrations to Arthur's cock as single tear streamed down your cheek. That pleasure was too much for you to handle but you didn't want it to stop, ever. You spat on Arthur's cock, deep-throating him and gagging yourself with his length.

Arthur let out a unexpected deep moan. "Fuck, darling. You’re gonna make me cum. I am so close."

"I am too," John whimpered against your skin. His thrust became sloppy and erratic, he was letting out a quiet whimper from time to time. "Please, tell me I can fill you up."

You started stroking Arthur's cock hardly, jerking him while your eyes were on John. "Fuck me, Marston. I wanna be filled with your sweet cum, it's your fucking pussy after all," you stated with blissful smirk as you felt how Arthur's cock throb in your palm.

Arthur smiled as his hand moved to his balls. "And I’m gonna paint that beautiful, rosy face white tonight,"  said Morgan proudly.

John grabbed your hips tightly, your words gave him new strength. He used it to fuck your cunt as hard as he only could. Soon, both men cum. Arthur just like as said he cum on you. He growled loudly at the sight of his milky cum, dripping down your face.

John cum deep inside of you, whispering your name, you could feel how hard it was for him to calm down his breath. Man only nuzzled to your body, relaxing slowly.

You licked your lips from Arthur's cum and wiped what has left on your cheek and chin. Then you leant to John and kissed him deeply. You got off his lap to take his cock into your mouth, you wanted desperately to taste your mixed cums.

John hissed softly at the sudden feeling. "Fuck, Y/N."

"I think someone is a bit too sensitive here," Arthur teased and John blushed looking away. "C'mon, darling’. Time to rest, you were a good girl today,," Arthur purred.

As you finished with John, you nuzzled to his chest, your fingers traveled all over his torso. Arthur nuzzled to your back and closed his eyes.

"Y/N?" John asked quietly.

Your chin raised as you looked at him, gently stroking his right cheek, right where scars were visible. "Yes, darling?"

"Earlier you said all those nice things about Arthur's body, do you... Do you think, I am less…," John stopped thinking about right word, "Less attractive? Because of the scars?"

You reached out and made him turn face fully towards you. You kissed his lips and cheek with scars then. Tiny, gently kisses were placed to each of his scars, you pecked his lips. "Silly, you're as handsome as he is. These scars only get you more manly charm."

"Or shows how stupid he is," Arthur muttered.

John rolled his eyes and nuzzled to you, hugging you tightly. "Thank you."

"Morgan, you bastard," you snapped hitting Arthur's forearm with fist. "Shut that filthy mouth of yours and you, darling," you turned to John, "Don't listen to him. He's just jealous that he doesn't get as much of my attention lately."

Arthur giggled softly and shook his head. "Let's just rest... Imma tired," Morgan stated sleepily.

John kissed your lips before nuzzling to you. "I love you, Y/N. So much."

"I love her too," Arthur added lazily.

Soon, all three of you were sleeping. Men were keeping you locked, nice and safe, between their bodies.

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Warm Me Up || Arthur Morgan x Reader smut

Summary: You travel in mountains with the gang. During stop, you got pretty intimate with your boyfriend, Arthur.

Warnings: smut

Words: 1641

Author: Cass & Rouge

The weather in the mountains was terrible.

It was snowing so heavily that it created a thick curtain that made it impossible to look through.

You were lucky, gang stopped in some old mine town.  

You even got your own little cabin, it wasn't perfect. The place was old but there was a fire in the fireplace.

You were sitting on a little cot, wrapped tightly in fur but the most important, you were sitting between your man's legs.

Arthur was currently busy, writing something in his journal.

"I like your consternation during noting things down," you whispered quietly, wrapping fur tightly around your figure. "Aren't you cold? I can make you a mug of coffee," you offered softly.

Arthur hummed turning his attention to you. "Did you said something darlin'? Sorry, I was away with my thoughts," he said softly and put journal away before wrapping arm around you.

"Coffee?," you asked again, smiling at him. You rolled a bit so you were kneeling between his legs. You rested head on his knee, eyes on him.

Arthur shook his head and pulled you into a hug. "Nah, you are warm enough. You and your fur,” he smiled, nuzzling to you.

"Me and my fur, hehe, that's cute of you," you grabbed man's palm. "Ough! Your hands are completely cold! I think I know how to warm you up..."

"They ain't that cold darling,” he said looking at you. "Hoe to warm me up?" Arthur asked.

You knelt between his legs, slowly slipping fur off your shoulders. It turned out that you weren't wearing anything beneath it.

Arthur blinked shocked. "And later hear from you that you are sick. Crazy woman," man sighed and took you into his arms.

You placed a kiss to his jaw, then to cheek and briefly to lips. After that, you kissed his jawline again and then you moved to his pulse point on his neck, laying casually between his legs.

He muttered deeply, looking at you. "Y/N, what are you doing? What if others will hear?," Arthur gasped at the feeling of your lips

Your fingers were trailed against his muscular chest as you were slowly sucking his pulse point. "Shut up," you purred.

Arthur blinked and nodded slowly, giving himself completely to you.

You smiled at him and started to kiss down along his chest, playing with waistband of his pants. "Such a handsome man of you, Mr Morgan. All the muscles craved perfectly," you praised, getting lower and lower, along his happy trail.

"What a silly things you are saying…," Arthur blushed at your praises and those words for sure made him hard. He let out a sigh and rolled his hips softly, feeling how uncomfortable his pants became

You licked his stomach, smiling at him. You loved to tease that man, he looked like a bad guy yet deep inside he's just a soft bear. You unzipped his fly and tugged on his pants to pull them down.

Arthur growled as his hips bucked. He smiled and helped you with his pants. "Dirty girl."

"I can get even dirtier if you want," you looked at his soft cock and smiled. "What a beautiful view." You wrapped palm around it and pumped few times, then you slipped him into mouth.

Arthur gasped at the feeling of your lips around his cock. "Jesus, Y/N," he growled as his cold rough hand moved through your hair to your nape.

You hummed around him, slowly sucking every inch of his shaft. Bobbing head faster and faster you were keeping control over him. Your eyes still on Arthur's face.

Arthur relaxed and leaned back, watching you Hand that was placed on your nape now forced to deepen your moves.

You pulled him out of your lips only to suck the tip. Then you spat in him. Meantime your hand traveled between your legs to rub your already wet clit.

"We ain’t gonna play like that sweetheart,"  Arthur smiled and pulled you up. He wrapped one arm around your waist and other moved to rub your wet clit. "Now I’m gonna tease you," Arthur purred into your ear.

Your body twitched at his touch, a wave of pleasure spilled over it. "God...," you whispered, sucking on your lip.

"Nah, only your Arthur," he kissed your lips deeply as two of his colossal fingers slipped into you and started moving. They moved out slowly only so he could push the roughly in.

"Oh my God...," you became a moaning mess in his arms, head rolled back, legs spread a bit for him. Your core was already sensitive enough and it was driving you crazy.

"Now, time for something else, sweetheart,” Artur purred, kissing your cheek.

He removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with the tip of his cock. He moved it along your pussy's lips to coat himself in your wetness. Arthur pulled you into a kiss before pushing himself slowly into you.

"Fuck...," you whispered briefly but as soon as he pushed himself in your pussy, you let out a loud lovingly moan. "Oh... Right there..." The feeling of having you man in was oh so magnificent. You spread legs wider for him, rubbing your clit.

Arthur moved you on your back to reach even deeper into you. He made sure to hit your g-spot. "C'mon, sweetheart, moan for me."

"Arthur!," his name rolled over your lips, "Harder! Fuck me, cowboy. Show me what you got!" Your hand moved to his buttock where you spanked him.

Arthur grabbed your hand and moved them over your head. He held them there with his firm grip, fucking you even harder.

"Yes! Yes!," you were screaming. His huge features above you, dominating you so easily made you even wetter. You loved him taking over control.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you even closer, panting against your shoulder. "Fuck, Y/N. You are so good to me. Your sweet tight pussy gonna make me cum soon," he growled.

You wrapped legs tightly around his wide hips, deepening his thrusts. "You like to fuck that pussy, don't you? You like how that pussy squeezes your cock oh so nicely, don't you?"

"Yes, I love fucking your pussy and I love how it squeezes my cock," he grunted.

It didn't take him long to cum deep inside of you. The feeling of your soft, warm pussy around his shaft was too overwhelming.

Suddenly the door opened, letting cold wind inside. It was Micah. "Hey, Cowpoke! Time to move your ass! Dutch is...," he looked at both of you, soon a nasty smile appeared on his face. "So? That's why you got your own hut, guess screwing your whore wouldn't be so nice with others around."

Arthur pulled you closer trying to shield you from this rat's eyes. "Get lost, Micah. Tell Dutch I will come soon."

Other man nodded, smile never left his lips. "It was nice seeing ya, Y/N," Micah winked at you and left.

Arthur sighed and looked at you sadly.

A deep blush was covering your face when Micah simply opened your door. It was not that you weren't sure of yourself, it was rather an anger building inside of you. "Fucker," you snapped when Arthur slipped himself off you, leaving you empty.

"These are too gently words to describe him."

Arthur sighed looking down on you. "Ah... Dutch can wait. Relax, darlin'," he purred and returned to you. Arthur settled between your legs before moving them on his shoulder. "I am so sorry, darlin'," he hummed quietly before burring his face in your cunt.

With loud whimpered you rolled head back on the pillow. Within second the excitement was built again. "Mr. Morgan...," your hands were slipped into his fluffy hair. The feeling of his beard scratching your soft thighs was breathtaking.

"Yes, Mrs. Morgan?," he purred before wrapping his lips around your clit. Two of his fingers slowly slipped inside of you, he made sure to reach as deep as it was possible before moving out.

Within next moment you were a moaning mess. Rolling your hips, moaning his name, your core was wet and sensitive enough to get you over the edge. "Arthur, I'll fucking cum! Fucking right there, suck that cunt!," you held his head as you bucked hips to him.

"Good," man smiled against you and happily fulfilled your wish, adding the third finger to fuck you even better.

"FUCCCK!," you screamed as your release took control over you. Your walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers. Your body trembled and you forced him to get closer to you so you could kiss his lips, tasting yourself on it.

He kissed you back, gently removing his fingers. "Such a good girl," Arthur purred against your lips.

You spanked his butt. "Better go to  meet Dutch."

Arthur laughed and kissed your forehead. "And you dress up. I know that now you are hot like iron but please. You will get sick."

He quickly sucked his finger and got ready to leave, he gave you one last kiss before he went outside.

A few days later gang decided to move. You were sitting on one horse with Arthur, his arm tightly wrapped around you. You coughed as shiver ran along your body. "Is it just me or temperature is getting lower? I'm freezing."

"It should go up, actually,” Arthur took off his glove and put his now bare hand on your forehead. He sighed deeply when he felt hot you were.

"Great. Just great. Hold this for me," bearded man handled you the reins.

When you took them, he started to move behind you. Suddenly his thick blue coat was placed on your shoulders. "I don't need it now, anyway. No more sex in the mountains," Arthur summed up, taking reins back from you.

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The Last Encounter || Arthur Morgan x Reader (Reader POV)

Summary: You grieve deeply at the loss of your beloved Arthur but a chance encounter changes everything.

Warnings: none, just a little bit of sadness

Words: 3313

Author: Cass

You were free but it didn’t give you much. Gang was long time gone and you stayed all alone. No one needed your hunting skills, you didn’t have to collect money anymore and you got separated from all people you loved.

Most of time you spent on traveling from town to town or trying to earn some money here and there.

All people you once called family were dead, hiding or living their new lives somewhere. You loved the feeling of independence but at the same time you felt alone. Not to mention that you felt heartbroken.

When you heard about Arthur’s death you couldn’t believe these word, you thought it’s some kind of a sick joke… But unfortunately it wasn’t.

You never dared to visit his grave, you didn’t feel strong enough and didn’t know if you will ever be. Somehow you still believed it’s just a joke, every night you hoped he will just come to your camp or hotel room. Thing like this never happened.

You stopped your horse at the meadow.It was a nice, quiet place away from all those big cities and fancy people.

The life outside the city was easier to you, it was simple and that’s why you loved it.

You prepared your little camp and sighed sitting in front of a little campfire.You closed your eyes and immediately all the memories returned.

With eyes of your imagination you could see them - your whole family. Maybe it never was a perfect pack but you loved everyone in the camp. You opened your eyes and looked deep in the fire.

You wished to feel Arthur’s touch again, no matter if it would be his natural gently touch or wild one, a starved sexual touch he was often giving you in the privacy of your shared tent.

You were simply touch-starved at that point, you could have only imagined how he felt for most of his life.

You missed his voice and whispers. Didn’t matter if these would be his screams or whispers while making love, all you wanted was to hear him again.

Suddenly you hit the hard ground. “Fuck…” You hissed, sitting up. “Silly me..” You let out a sigh and sat back up, rubbing your arm.

You used to lean against Arthur while sitting in front of fire. This silly little habit still held upon you and you started to end up on the ground with realization that you were alone. There was no point in sitting awake too much. You quickly ate something, fed your horse and went to sleep.

Waking up in empty tent wasn’t always easy. You missed the additional warmth next to you and all those gently touches and kisses every morning.

You dragged yourself out of the tent and started to getting ready for upcoming day. “Maybe I should finally go there? I can’t… Run away from this.” You muttered to yourself, sitting in front of cracking campfire.

Your horse gently nudged your arm and you smiled sadly. You were right, you tried to ran away from this but there was no point in this anymore, it was time to face it. Arthur was gone and waiting for him to visit you in camp was pointless. He was dead and you had to finally understand this.

You drank your coffee and ate quick snack before collecting your stuff and mounted your horse. There was a long road ahead of you, so there was no time to waist.

Trip to the right took half of your day.

“At last he is where he wanted to.” You whispered and slowly dismounted your horse, then you approached the beautiful, lonely cross.

“Oh Arthur… I’m so sorry it took me so long. I think I was too scared to accept you are gone. Like forever gone.” You whispered, kneeling down on the ground.

Your hand gently touched the wooden cross, tracing letters with your fingers. You wanted to be strong, not to break again but this was stronger than you. “Why you had to do this?! Why… You were carrying whole gang on your shoulders and look where it had led you? Just… What with me? I am here. All alone. Without you, my love.”

You had no idea what got into you but you hugged the cross, maybe you had a silly hope to feel some of his heat but there was only cold wind.

You felt tears running down your cheeks, you clanged to the cross like your life depended on it but nothing changed. He didn’t come or you didn’t wake up from the bad dream, you were here in front of his grave and he was gone.

Grief and sorrow took over your life in a few minutes. You felt too weak to move, everything you felt was pain and loneliness. You wanted to get him back, you wanted to be able to touch him one more time, tell him how much you love him.

You spent many days in there, close to him with your stupid hopes and even more stupid dreams. Your back were resting against big rock wall, you were sitting and crying was all you were doing. Soon, you became unmindful to your own body, even when it started to wail you because of the weather, hunger or thirst. You didn’t move to eat, drink or find shelter from any weather changes.

Days and nights started to blend together, you couldn’t tell was it a day or a night and you didn’t really didn’t care anymore. All you cared about was this terrible scream of sorrow ripping your heart apart and destroying your mind.

Finally your body was too weak to keep you going. You simply collapsed on the ground and everything went black.

You woke up in completely different place, now you were surrounded by walls. Tucked nicely in a soft bed.

You were safe and warm. This would be perfect if you weren’t feeling like ran over by your own horse. Your head was spinning like thrown into tornado and your stomach hurt like hell but you still forced yourself to get up.Even if your legs were too weak to carry you, you didn’t give up. Using all your strength you dragged yourself to door.

Meanwhile John was sitting with others. “She should be glad, Charles found her. She would die out there, what was she even doin’ there? I thought she was dead or that she left the country long time ago.” Abigail said.

“Well, like you see she ain’t and I think she was there to say her goodbye but it was too much for her.” John shrugged and suddenly your soft whimper cut troughsilence.

You were still holding yourself on your feet by grabbing the doorframe as tightly as you could and honestly you were deeply surprised and happy to see John and rest of his family again after all those years. Everyone looked at you in shock because no one expected to see you back on your own legs so quickly.

“Christ, girl! Are you crazy?! You shouldn’t be up.” John muttered and walked up to you. You simply nodded and just then your legs gave up. John grabbed you and picked you up. “You are crazy. You should be resting but you never liked to listen, huh?” He said carrying you to the couch.

You only giggled softly and shook your head, your mouth felt too dry to talk. He set you down and looked at you, it was such a long time. “You are one lucky lady. Charles found you and brought you here, we were scared you will die.”

You let out a loud sight, you felt bad because you let your grief to take over you to the point it almost killed you.

“Here, this will help.” Abigail said softly offering you a glass water. “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.”

You only nodded as your thank you and quickly drank the water. It was such a nice feeling to once again be  surrounded by people that once you shared your life with.

You were taken care of, really nicely. John and Abigail gave you your own little place in their house, at last until you would  get back in useful state again.

It took you around two weeks to get back to full health after your not so good adventure. You were highly grateful for their help, in return you were helping however you could. No matter what it was, cooking, cleaning, taking care of the animals or simply spending time with Jack by playing or reading books.

It was all nice but this didn’t calm the storm in your heart. One day you ran to John when you heard he is going into town. “John! Wait, I need you to get me something.” You said.

“What is it, Y/N? What can I get you?” He asked and smiled at you.

“I need you to get me a dress, a black one. You know, just plane black dress. Nothing fancy, I noted my size so you will be sure it fits.” You shrugged giving him little piece of paper.

“Uhm… Black dress? Why do you need it? I though Abigail give you few of her old ones.” He said slightly confused.

“I just need it please.” You said sadly. The truth was that you wanted to be mourning Arthur properly and you didn’t own any black dress.

John seemed to understand you. “Okay, I understand now. You got it, I will get it for you. Just, Y/N.” He put hand on your shoulder and rubbed it. “Don’t let it get over you just like last time, okay? We really don’t want to lose you and you are too young to join him now.” After these word John left to town.

You let out a deep sigh, you knew he was right but still you missed Arthur. You brushed off the thoughts and walked away to play with Jack or to help Abigail.

John returned at early evening, sun still was on the sky. You smiled sadly as he handed you packed dress. “Just like you asked, just be careful with your actions. Remember what I told you.”

You nodded and quickly disappeared in your room. Taking off your dress you looked at your own body. Some old scars, you got them long time ago while you still were running with the gang. Your hand moved along your skin in some random direction until it reached your neck. You notice something there.

“God… I forgot about this.” You giggled, touching a teeth mark. It reminded you about one silly situation. Once, during really heated sex, Arthur bit you hard enough to leave a permanent mark. You thought it was silly but also a little bit funny taking fact that Arthur was following you for almost two weeks and apologizing.

You tried to convince him that it’s okay, that you weren’t mad or anything but there was no use. Arthur still felt bad about if but one day some miracle happened and he accepted it, even started joking about it and that you were his, forever.

Oh yes, you were. You shook off the memories, you put the dress on and brushed your hair, humming softly.You grabbed your leather bag and quickly left house, shouting“I go take a walk! I will be back later!” before closing the door behind you.

The walk took a bit, you simply decided to go ahead until you found the perfect place to sit and rest and you did.

Even if it took an hour or longer, it was worth it. You found nice little field, close to the small forest and river. “This place will be perfect.” You said to yourself and went to sit near the river.

The place was simply perfect. Closing your eyes you started thinking about all the good things that happened in your life. You let your memories go ad your body relaxed.

All you could hear was a quiet and calming sound of a river and the soft touch of a wind caressing every part of your exposed skin which wasn’t that much to be honest. You enjoyed the feeling of your hair just being moved with every little blow.

You wished you weren’t here alone.

You sat like this in the ground, relaxing and enjoying the weather. Everything was calm and nice but suddenly you felt something sniffing your ear.

Your body went slightly stiff at the strange feeling, was it wolf that came to see if he can eat you or just a curious dog? What were you going to do, you were completely unarmed, you could fight with your hands but would it be useful against the wolf? Of course not!

You swallowed hardly and slowly turned around to see the beast preying on your life. But there was no wild, sharp-toothed animal trying to eat you alive. Instead, you saw a huge deer right in front of you and it was looking directly on you.

You let out a loud yelp and quickly tried to crawl away from wild animal but there was no use in this. With every inch you made, the deer was following you, still looking at you.

Soon, you stopped crawling and looked at animal. “What do you want? I don’t have anything good to eat with me, just go. Go away, please!” You whimpered terrified and covered your face with your hands.

The deer looked at you for a longer moment and soon lowered its head. You could feel its nose pushing your hands away, you let it happen.

Deer huffed loudly and nuzzled his head against yours. You blinked, frozen in place. Why was this happening? Why this animal was doing this? Were your dreaming? Maybe your fainted again and this was your dream? Were you hallucinating!?

After a moment animal moved away and looked at you once again. You bite your lips and decided to study animal carefully, maybe to figure out what it wants.

You tried your best, looking at every inch of the animal but nothing. Finally, your eyes stopped and deer’s eyes, they were nice and dark but... somehow you saw some shade of blue and maybe green there but there was one more thing. You saw a really familiar glimmer in those eyes, you have seen it before in one person’s eyes.

“Arthur...?” You asked even if it sounded like a silly thing to ask, it was a deer after all.

Right after your words deer let out a loud sigh that sounded even happy, he slowly lowered himself and laid on the ground.

You couldn’t believe it. Was it really him, maybe all those silly beliefs that you always heard about were real. You slowly sat on your knees and raised your hand to gently pet him.

He was visible happy with your movement because right away he nuzzled to your hand. “It must be you, oh Arthur.” You whispered and without thinking any longer just hugged to him.“I missed you... I missed you so much. How could you leave us just like that.” You whimpered, nuzzling to deer’s soft coat.

Deer let out a loud sigh and quiet sound, putting his head on your shoulder. He simply let you cry your sorrow out and as soon as you pulled away you were attacked with kisses. Could you even call it like this? He licked all over your face like you would be some salty treat until you started laugh, something that you thought will never happen again.

“What was that?!” You giggled, trying to wipe your face. Letting out a soft sigh, you sat next to the animal, deer put head on your lap.

“You have no idea what happened.” You whispered, petting his head gently.

You spent an hour or even longer telling him your story. The truth was you wanted to tell him everything but you felt like a fool when it came to the part where you almost killed yourself with your stupid behaviour but you didn’t spare him anything. You stayed honest with him. It all felt kind unreal. You were sitting on some field, petting a head of a huge deer that was resting on your lap and you were telling him the story of your life. It was obviously weird but somehow it brought you the comfort you missed for all those years, you were calm and you felt safe.

“…So yea, I ended up on John’s ranch. You would be proud of him, he have his own land with a house and everything. Abigail and Jack seems to be happy, It’s so nice there. I even got my own room.” You continued your story when deer raised his head and looked at your dress.“What... Something’s wrong with my dress?” You asked looking back at the animal.

Deer let out a quiet sound and started to nibble on your sleeve. “Hey, hey! Arthur! Stop, no you will destroy it.” This was the moment when it hit you, he had never seen you in black colour. You never dressed up in black colours, it just wasn’t your thing, plus you always tried to look beautiful and you never considered black as beautiful colour.

“Okay, I get it but just stop this.” You pushed deer’s head away and he muttered. “Listen, I know it looks weird but... I just had to honour you? I just wanted to to be in mourning. I mean, long time ago I heard that wives do this. I know we weren’t married but I just wanted to do this for you.”

Animal let out an loud, annoyed sound and started to pull on your sleeve strongly. “Arthur! Arthur! No! Stop it! I am sorry okay!” He didn’t liked it, you should have known this already, he would never like to see you mourning anyone. Not him especially.

You pushed his head away again, even if it was harder this time. “Okay! I get the message, I will take it as soon as I get home.” You promised and he calmed down immediately, putting his head back on your laps.

You let out a quiet sigh and started petting his head again, touching his ear or antlers from time to time.

You again felt like long time ago, when you simply sat with him in your tent, you would sit or read and he would be there with you probably scribbling something in his journal or just holding you. It was so relaxing that you didn’t even notice when the sun started to hide.

“It’s getting late… I should go before John will start to look for me again.”

Deer slowly got up and you followed his moved, rising back on your feet. Animal sniffed your hair and then nuzzled to your forehead. You did the same and smiled. “It was so good to see you again.” You whispered completely unaware of the tears running down your cheeks.

He looked at you and wiped tears with his muzzle, it was such a simple message and you understand it very well.

“I won’t be crying ever again.” After these words deer licked your face and you laughed loudly. “I love you too.”

And you let him go as much as it hurt you but you couldn’t just keep a deer, he was really free now. Just like he deserved to be. You watched him walk away until you weren’t able to see him anymore among the trees.

Letting out soft laugh you turned around and walked away.

After this pleasant meting you returned home completely changed, yes, your heart hurt because of the lose but you never let it get over you just like you did before.

You knew he was well and happy and you had to be, too.

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We wanted to thank all of you for the lovely comments, reblogs, messages and we appreciate and love every follower we've gained through over than 2 years and a half since when we stepped into writing community here on Tumblr for the first time. To celebrate the summer, we throw a writing challenge!   (rules & prompts are below the cut) 

RULES:

1. Pick from the list of prompts, with any character/actor you choose. Send an ask containing your choice. Feel free to contact us if you have any questions.

2. You don’t have to be following us, but it sure would be nice

3. Insert “keep reading” if your entry has more than 500 words.

4. All characters in NSFW work must be 18+.

5. TAG SENSITIVE MATERIAL (rape, self-harm, eating disorders, abuse, violence, gore, NSFW, etc).

6. Tag us in your submission and use the hashtag #summercountdownwritingchallenge so we can see and reblog your work.

7. Due date is September 1st, 2019.

PROMPTS:

1. “I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to a song that I had only sang to just a few.” -  @grossograsso -  Arthur Morgan

2. “So why you tryna be just like the neighborhood?” - @iamthedustqueen -  Chris Evans

3. “Found a sacred place, lost in your embrace.” - @alison-is-watching - Stony

4. “Guess I never dared to know myself. Can my heart beat quiet?” - @breathe-nicely - Sebastian Stan

5. “But one thing I love is confidence. And humility to know when you've been wrong.” - @radbluebirdeagle - Parker & Stark

6. “You got a new horizon, it's ephemeral style. A melancholy town where we never smile.” -  @princessa-lady-bella - Arthur Morgan

7. “I'll be yours for a thousand lives.” - @einexx -  Joseph Seed

8. “You, where the hell did you come from?” - @mdylik -  Falcon & Winter Soldier

9. “I feel you, in every vain, in every beating of my heart...” - @sexycevans - Captain Marvel & Captain America

10. “Don't wantcha for a night, I'm only interested if I can have you for life.” - @thewildgardensstuff -  Stevie Roger

11. “Find my head is always up in the clouds in a dreamworld.” -  @biologyforliving - Wolverine/Logan

12. “You can stand any pain with a smile on your face.” - @electronicpatrolcollective - Eddie Gluskin

13. “All the memories remain of the pain of your broken home.” - @marine-pilgrim - Peter Parker & Morgan Stark

14. “Won't close my eyes and hide the truth inside. If I don't make it, someone else will.” - @tetrapentan - Doctor Strange

15. “You believe on what you see, You receive on what you give.” - @arthurmorgan-bae - Dutch

16. “If this is to end in fire, then we should all burn together.” @thedancingparrot - Avengers from Endgame

17. “The blood on our hands is the wine we offer as sacrifice.” - @settingsworld - Eddie Brock 

18. “What kind of man that you are... If you're a man at all.”

19. “Don't you wanna get away from the same old part you gotta play.”

20. “Fuck you and all your expectations.” -  @misafiryanki -  Venom/Eddie Brock

21. “Well, I could've loved you better, didn't mean to be unkind.”

22. “I know I took the path that you would never want for me.” - @porgswillrullgalaxymotherfucker - Kylo Ren

23. “Don't you cry no more.” -  @voodoo-magic - Tom Hardy

24. “Some are happy, some are sad.” - @a-happy-wolf - Clint Barton

The Choice || Arthur Morgan x Reader x Dutch Van Der Linde smut

Summary: Reader's member of Van Der Linde gang. She has feelings for both Arthur and Dutch. Whom she's gonna pick?

Warnings: smut, threesome

Words: 2964

Requested: Yes

Authors: Cass & Rouge

It was middle of the night and party in the camp was still going, everyone who still was up, was happy and drunk. Only a few people left to go and rest, Javier was playing songs on his guitar still.

You were the one that was still up, you stood near the fire with a bottle in your hand, singing songs with others.

It was till Dutch approached you. "Miss Y/L/N? Would you like to dance with me?" He asked offering you his hand.

You nodded slightly and tried to set the bottle on the ground but you almost lost balance, thanks to Dutch you didn't fall on the ground. You giggled nervously and wrapped arms around his neck. "Saved me, again, hahaha, you're amazing, Dutchy."

Dutch laughed softly and wrapped his arm around your waist while the other took your little hand into his big one. "Miss, I just try to do my best to protect my people." Dutch hummed as he started to lead the dance. "And I need to say, it would be a shame to lose such a charming lady as you, miss."

You giggled and put your head to his best covered with checkered shirt. You hummed something lazily and inhaled his strong scent. Your hands moved lower and rested at his hips.

"Dear miss, I think you had one bottle too much," Dutch chuckled, looking down at you. "I think you should go and rest." He said lowly and gently petted your hair.

"I can take her there." It was Arthur, he smiled at both of you. "Miss?" He offered you his hand.

You happily turned around and slipped out of Dutch's arms. You grabbed Arthur's hand and nuzzled to him instantly. "Lead me anywhere, I go with ya, fella."

"Well, I feel betrayed and this is not a pleasant feeling." Dutch laughed as Arthur picked you up.

"Okay, miss. I think you really have enough fun for today, lady." Arthur said carrying you to your little tent.

You woke up in the middle of the day, dizziness vanished and you felt way better. "No more alcohol, ever," you whispered to yourself as you got up and improved your clothes, then rushed out of tent. You walked in the direction of Dutch's tent. You had to apologize for your silly behaviour.

Dutch wasn't at his tent alone, he was with Arthur talking about yet another big idea. They both looked at you as soon as they saw you coming closer.

Arthur tipped his hat, greeting you. "Miss." He nodded.

"My dear, how's your head? We started to get worried you ain't gonna get up today. I think that little miss Y/L/N here drank more alcohol than her body could has handled." Dutch said, looking up at you.

You bowed head a little and stepped in tugging on hems of your dress. "I want to apologize for my awful behaviour, it's not how lady shall behave," you said. "I might by illy still but now I'll go back to my duties," you whispered hesitantly.

Arthur laughed. "Don't be sorry, miss! I guess you have never seen drunk Karen. She is worst than you and is mostly drunk during days but she is a good lady. I just hope you won't start to be like Swanson 'cuz I don't look forward to chasing you and then saving you from the train." Arthur muttered, lighting up his cigarette.

"Don't be stupid, boy. Miss Y/L/N here is nothing like Karen on Swanson." Dutch said to Arthur and then turned back to you. "You, my dear can stay out today and simply rest, recover from your night full of fun. I will talk with Miss Grimshaw to not bother you today."

"But sir...," you whispered. "I want to be useful. And besides, thank you both of you, for saving me last night," you giggled softly observing both men. Dutch was definitely type of a leader, while Arthur was a good man with great ability to getting into troubles. "I mean, you both are wonderful men..," you added and blushed, not knowing if you should go back or stay.

"My dear, you are useful most of the time," Dutch said.

"I always see you runnin' around like a crazy rabbit." Arthur joked, looking at you. "Always goin' somewhere or doing somethin'."

Dutch shook his head. "Miss Y/L/N, is everything okay? You look like something is bothering you."

"No, sir.. I mean.. I like you, and I like Mr. Morgan..," you stated. "And I am sorry I didn't get a proper attention to any of you yesterday but I couldn't decide... To which one..."

Arthur raised an eyebrow as he threw away finished cigarette. "You like me? You must be out of your God damn mind, girl." He muttered.

Dutch rolled his eyes and smiled at you. He gently grabbed your hand and pulled you on his lap. "Oh, is that so? That explains why you were so cuddly yesterday, dear."

"I'm always cuddly...," you whispered and blinked when he pulled you onto his lap. You also gave a quick glance to Arthur. "Stop it, sir. You're an amazing fella."

"I can see that, Y/N," Dutch whispered, wrapping his arm around your waist to be sure you're not gonna run away. "So you say that you like both of us and you can't decide which one you shall choose?" He asked as his hand lazily stroked your belly.

You nodded and sucked your lower lip in. "Yes. Exactly. I usually try to make a mash on... You... And Mr. Morgan... You both are cute... And I feel all alone..," you were whispering as you stroked Dutch's cheek briefly.

Dutch smiled and gently bounced you on his knee. "Well? What do you say to that, Arthur? We have our little charmin' miss Y/L/N here and she says she fancies us both."

Arthur crouched and looked at you, his hand gently cupped your cheek. His thumb stroked it. "Well, if she can't decide? Maybe we could share?" He said with a smile.

You couldn't describe what kind of sensation Arthur's words have created in your lower stomach. You nuzzled to his hand, being touch-starving. "Yes, please...," you almost whimpered wrapping one arm around Dutch's neck.

"Look at that, boy, she enjoys the idea of us both taking her. I am not surprised if I can be honest." Dutch said before grabbing your chin and pulling you into a kiss. "How about taking her inside, boy?" Dutch asked and Arthur only nodded. Dutch got up with you in his arms and walked inside his tent holding you close.

He set you down and Arthur joined you soon after making sure the tent is closed for the privacy.

"Look at yourself, miss." Arthur purred and kissed you.

You kissed him deeply, slowly slipping our tongue into his mouth and messing with his hair as your fingers tangled with his locks. You broke the kiss and looked at Dutch, your heart was beating fast and hard in your chest like a small animal that tried to escape from your chest.

Dutch looked at you and smiled. "Oh, don't mind me, just do your thing." He hummed taking off his hat and vest.

Arthur did the same.

Dutch walked behind you and gently kissed your nape. "Just go on, son." Arthur chuckled and pulled you back into the kiss, Dutch meanwhile started to play with your long dress before pulling it up enough to slip his hand between your legs. He pulled your panties aside and began to play with your clit.

"Son?," you asked lazily between kisses. You let out a long moan when you felt Dutch's hand slipping between your thighs. You wrapped arms around Arthur's neck and kissed him deeply as you knelt between two of them. One of your hands slipped down, right onto his crotch where you pressed your palm.

Dutch looked at you. "And what about me, darling?" He asked and looked at Arthur.

Arthur let out a heavy breath. "Let's give her something to do. If the lady wants to be useful... Who are we  to stop her." He smiled and dropped his belt, then started to open his pants.

"I need to agree," Dutch said and followed Arthur.

You turned your head and pulled Dutch in messy kiss. You slipped hand in his opened pants and pulled his soft cock out. You turned yourself so you were standing between two men, having Arthur on your left and Dutch on your right. With other hand you grabbed Arthur's cock as well, you pumped both hands.

"Fuck." Arthur growled and started to kiss your shoulder as his hand traveled to your front to play with one of your breasts as he bucked his hips into your hand.

Dutch's hand moved to the back of your dress to remove it. "You won't need this, darlin'. Trust me."

You stroked their cocks humming softly. You let go of Arthur's so you helped Dutch take your dress off. You were wearing only panties and you blushed slightly. You kissed Dutch's cheek and leant down a bit to lick his cock, from base to top, meantime jerking on Arthur's already hard dick.

Dutch looked at you and then at Arthur. "Ain't she a stunning little thing, Arthur?" He asked.

"She sure is, Dutch," Arthur said as his hand moved into your hair. He let out a loud growl, enjoying the feeling of your hand on him.

You slipped Dutch in your mouth, bobbing head hardly, sucking at the same time.

Soon, you pulled him out and did same thing to Arthur.

Dutch pet your head and hummed happily. "That's nice and all, my dear, but I don't think you wanna the fun to be over so soon." He said and pulled you up.

Dutch took you to his cot, he lied you down and kneeled between your legs. "Well, let's take care of our poor little miss, Y/N." He purred and removed your panties, tossing them aside as Arthur stood besides the cot.

You reached one hand back to stroke Arthur's shaft while your other hand moved into Dutch's hair. "Look what you do to me, boys," you whimpered quietly.

"You better look at what you are doing to us, darlin'." Arthur purred. "Such a good girl."

Arthur smiled at you as Dutch's mouth attacked your clit. Two of his big fingers soon slipped inside of you.

You were moaning like crazy, rocking your hips. You were already wet and your juices started to pour down your thighs. Meantime, your hand jerked hardly onto Arthur. "I wanna suck your dick, sir," you asked, rolling head back at the feel of Dutch's mouth on your clit.

"So open up." Arthur purred and pushed his cock into your wet, warm mouth. "Fucking shit... So good." He hummed and moved his hand into your hair to control the movements.

Dutch looked up and started to suck on your clit harshly. He started to push his fingers even deeper, you could feel the cold metal of his rings on your pussy lips.

You tried to bob you head for Arthur as much as it was possible. Your free hand traveled to his base when you jerked, then cupped his balls and you squeezed them gently between your fingers. Meantime your other hand started to rub you own clit as Dutch was eating you out. The sensation was unbearable for you. You pulled Arthur's cock out only to spit on its tip and suck on it hardy second later.

"Fucking shit, woman. Look at you, always so quiet and gently, and now? Sucking cock like a real whore." Arthur smiled as he forced his cock deep into your throat.

Dutch sat up and looked at you gently stroking your belly. "Maybe our Lady would like to take a real cock in, huh?" He asked, playing with your clit.

You slipped Arthur's dick out of your mouth and licked your lips from his precum. "Fuck me, Dutch," you said firmly parting your legs wider.

Dutch smiled. "With pleasure my dear." He grabbed your legs and pulled you closer. Dutch quickly pushed into you, he wrapped arms around your waist and pulled you up.

Arthur slowly walked away and sat down on the chair to watch the show.

You tried to buck your hips fiercely for more friction, you didn't pay attention to fact that pain was so sharp though Dutch's cock was thick as hard like a rock. You wrapped arms around his neck and rock hips back and forth, moaning his name and looking at Arthur.

"Look at yourself, taking my cock so damn well." Dutch growled kissing your cheek and moving his kisses lower to your neck. He started to bite and suck on your skin as he picked up his pace.

Arthur winked at you and watched this little show, stroking his shaft with one hand. Other one was grabbing his balls.

You used your all strengths to roll on top of Dutch, you picked pace up, moving hips back and forth quickly. Your pussy was taking entire of his shaft and it felt so good. You traced your fingers along Dutch's lips. "Lick 'em," you sounded too harshly but you didn't care.

Dutch smiled at your sudden change of persona. First shy and gentle lady and now you were giving orders to HIM, but he followed your order s anyway. Man wrapped lips around your finger and started to suck them.

You pulled fingers out of his mouth and leaned to kiss him, using your tongue to penetrate his mouth. You used fingers slick from his saliva to run over your clitoris.

Dutch smiled and moved his hand between your bodies. He played with your clit a little before two of his thick fingers slipped into you alongside his shaft.

You rolled head back and whimpered loudly. "I wanna Arthur too, look at him, he's left out here, all alone...," you whimpered. "Fuck, so good! So fucking good, oh God!"

Dutch grabbed your tights and squeezed them hard enough to leave marks. "Oh, you will get him, don't ya worry about this boy. Just look at him."

Arthur just gave you a smile, his hard cock was resting against his stomach.

"If you cum like a good whore then I am sure he will gladly take care of you." Dutch whispered into your ear.

Cold shiver ran along your spine. You arched your back rocking hips in unbearable pace, Dutch's cock slipping deeply in only to slip almost fully out. You bended down and sucked onto his lips, then reached hand back to squeeze his wrinkled balls.

Dutch's fingers still moved inside you alongside his cock. He let out a loud moan as he emptied himself inside of you.

You then simply got up removing his cock from your pussy, you rubbed your clit letting your mixed cum ran down your curvy thighs as you looked at Arthur.

Arthur walked to you and wrapped his arm around your waist. "You okay? You can do this again?" He asked softly.

Dutch took Arthur's previous spot.

"Yeah. I just need your beautiful cock in me," after these words you stroked his shaft hardly.

He chuckled and shook his head. "Wrap your arms around my neck," Arthur said.

You obeyed and kissed him deeply.

Arthur kissed you back and picked you up with no problem. He slowly slipped into you. "Just let me know if this will be too much for ya." He purred softly.

You nuzzled to him. "Just fuck me. I need to be fucked nicely. You already feel amazing inside of my tight cunt," you nibbled on his nape.

Arthur held your hips and started to fuck you hard and deep. "You feel so good around me, Y/N. I couldn't wait till my turn." He growled.

"Me too," you whispered into his ear. "I love both of you, like father like son, ough, fuck me, Arthur!," you rolled head back and scratched his back. Your inner walls started to clench around his hard member.

Arthur happily obligated your wish and started to pound into you harder. "Who is a good girl? Letting us both to use her pussy like a whore." He growled into your ear.

"Me! Me, Arthur!," you rolled head back again and slipped hand between your bodies to rub your clitoris and to stroke his cock anytime he was backing from your pussy. "I'm gonna cum..."

"Good. Come on girl, cum girl. Cum around my cock." He huffed out and started to fuck you even harder.

You held onto his shoulders and let out a loud scream mixed with moan. Your pussy clenched tightly around his cock, preventing him from pulling out.

Arthur let out a grunt as he cum deep inside of you. "Fucking... Shit... Woman." He breathed out and looked at you.

When he put you down, you waved a hand to invite Dutch closer. You kissed them both, giving his cocks long strokes. "Thank you, boys, it was an unbelievable pleasure to me," you said looking around for your dress.

"I hope you realize it's not one-time thing, miss," Dutch said looking at you.

"I hope it ain't." Arthur muttered to himself.

"If you both will deserve this," you chuckled putting dress on. "For now, I will leave my panties here. So I'll have a thing to come back for," you winked at them and sent them kisses, then left.

"That woman will be the death of us." Arthur muttered.

"For sure she will... But now, boy. Time to talk about the train robbery we have planned. I have a great plan for what we're gonna do with the money!" Dutch said grabbing his pants.

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Friend Or Foe? || Micah Bell x Reader Smut

Summary: Your anger is raging after Arthur found himself a new girl. During setting a tent, you're being visited by Micah, will you consider him as a friend or foe?

Warnings: SMUT

Words: 1116

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Another lonely day brought you sadness and anger. Since Arthur decided to break up with you, you couldn't find yourself a proper place to be in the camp. Mostly, you were spending time outside, you were traveling to nearest town only to frown your sadness in whiskey. You robbed some people from time to time, you had enough of asking Dutch for some dollars.

 That day, you were setting tent in the valley from where you had a great view at camp and fest that was happening there. Dutch, Arthur and rest of gang were celebrating a great train robbery from the day before.

  Tears streamed down your face. "Great! Fuckers!"

"You ain't celebrating, miss Y/L/N? Arthur isn't spending time with his sweetheart?," Micah teased as he walked closer to you. "That's kinda weird 'cuz you were always all over him like a bitch in the heat and now? Sitting here and crying."

 "You good know it's been a while since we ain't a thing, Bell," you told him viciously and didn't look at him.

 Micah Bell was the only person you hated even more than Arthur Morgan. Everyone called him a rat and they were right about this - Micah was kind of man you didn't want to meet. Vicious and mean like no one else, he would do anything to mix you with mud.

 Micah laughed. "Ah! Morgan changed girl again. This is so sad," he hummed happily.

"It would be a shame if someone else would snatch you right under his nose."

 You cocked brows and gave him a mean glance. "Oh, you're an expert, as I see. Now, leave me alone. Don't ya see I'm busy, fella?"

 You turned head aside pretending you are setting the cot, when truth was that tears rolled down your cheeks. Micah got into your vulnerable point. Again.

 "I for sure know more than this dump hey stuck Morgan," Micah wrapped arm around you to pull you closer to him. "I am no kind of man that have a golden heart but it's sad to see such a pretty face covered with tears."

 You looked at him slowly. You didn't hesitate to let him see you like this, hurt to the bones. You dropped the blanket and wrapped arms around him, hugging to him and letting tears fell down. "I hate him, Micah! I fucking hate Morgan," you snorted loudly.

 He hugged you and pat your back. "There, there, girl. You ain't the only one that hate him but I tell ya something," Micah took your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him. "He ain't worth your attention, Y/N."

 You nodded quickly. "Yes. He doesn't. He fucking doesn't. Fucking useless cock," you growled. You gave Micah a glance. "Why you ain't with 'em? You're part of gang."

 "I could ask you the same thing, girl. I'm not that much into group celebration. Besides, I got worried that one of our ladies is away," he said looking at you.

 "I won't spend time with those fucking scums. I don't see myself there," you said. "I don't want to see HIM with his new pussy."

 "Oh, poor girl. I can always give you some of my time," Micah said with a smile on his face

 You tilted head. "Oh, really? What can you offer me?," you asked, crossing hands over your chest and measuring him with a grin.

 "Whatever you're gonna ask for, girl. I am open like a book for ya."

 You stepped closer to him, wrapped arm around his neck and whispered into his ear. "Fuck my cunt, Bell."

 He picked you up. "With a fucking pleasure, girl." Micah carried you away from your tent.

He pressed you against the tree. "We are far enough. They ain't gonna see us but they sure will hear us," Micah purred as he lifted your dress.

 You slipped hands beneath material of your dress and pulled your panties down, stepping out of them quickly. "Well, I heard you haven't had girl in a while, is that true?," you teased. "Is that true that Micah Bell haven't gotten laid because no girl has wanted him?"

 "Well, maybe it's true. I am not Marston or Morgan to fuck whatever moves. Now, let's see what hides under this nice dress of yours," Micah hummed and his hand sneaked between your legs to play with your pussy.

 You grabbed him by collar of his flannel shirt to pull him closer. "Can you feel it? Can you feel how wet I am for you?," you teased as you grinded over his palm.

 "Yes, I do, miss, and I really enjoy the feelin'." He picked you up and undid his pants to pull out his already hard cock. "Look at that, miss. You must be some magical thing," Micah purred before thrusting into you.

 You gasped and held onto his neck. "Oh, yeah, just like that, Bell. Just like fucking that, fella," you told him, brushing your cheek against his bearded face.

 He smiled fucking you harder. "You like it, huh? You love when real man fucks you," Micah growled against your neck.

 "Yeah, I do," you gasped loudly as his dick hit your spot. "Oh, God!"

 "Ah! So here it is. That's the spot," Micah smiled as he focused. "Did Morgan ever fuck you just as good as I do?," he asked, picking up his pace.

 You managed to shook your head only. You couldn't reply, pleasure was getting unbearable and even though you hated yourself for what were you doing, you enjoyed feeling of being stretched by a man. Primal instinct took control over you.

 "From now on, ya are gonna be my bitch. I will take care of you in the way that Morgan never did," he growled and pulled you into a quick, messy kiss. "I waited for you too long!"

 "Oh, did ya?," you asked, nibbling into his earlobe.

His cock stretched you nicely and your head rolled back, you rested it against tree.

 "Yes I did, I couldn't believe that you decided to put up with that pathetic man," Micah growled loudly, feeling himself getting closer.

"You deserved more!"

 "Oh, Bell, I'm cumming!," you screamed as your nails dug into his shoulders through his shirt. Your pussy clenched tightly around his dick, it pulsated rhythmically, only thing you heard was sound of blood running in your veins.

 "Atta girl!," Micah praised you, slowing his thrusts a little. Soom, he cum too, filling you up."Good girl. Good miss Y/L/N." Micah purred before kissing you.

 "Stay with me for the night," you dropped the proposition casually.

 "Oh, I will, with great pleasure, girl,” Micah said nuzzling to your neck.

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Fraidy-cat Girl || Arthur Morgan x Reader x Dutch Van Der Linde

||Part I||

Summary: With each passing day your relationship with Arthur and Dutch is deepening. But will the fierce and fearless outlaws be able to persuade you to get on the horse?

Warnings: none

Words: 1693

Authors: Cass & Rouge

The morning was peaceful.

The whole camp was mostly calm and quiet, just a few short talks could be heard through the camp.

 Dutch was sitting in his tent reading one of his books, while Arthur was sitting near the fire. He was still half asleep, drinking his morning coffee. "Mornin', Y/N." Arthur said, nodding at you as you walked past the campfire.

 Dutch smiled as soon as he saw you walking past his tent. "Y/N, my dear! How are you today, can walk just fine I see." He teased you.

 You smiled shortly at him, blushing at his words. These two men could be the death of you anytime soon.

 You made yourself coffee and sipped on hot, bitter liquid. "How do you feel, Dutch?," you asked walking closer to the man.

 "I am fine as you can see." He said presenting himself to you. "How are you, I hope we didn't hurt you too much last time," Dutch said looking up and down at you. "Any plans for today?"

 Arthur joined both of you soon.

 "No plans. I'll clean our place a little, and well, today's my shift with horses, aye," you gasped sadly rubbing your temple. "You both know how much I hate it. Arthur, maybe you could kind of do my job, I'd take your duties."

 Arthur laughed. "I would like to see a pretty, skinny lady like you taking John and Micah to rob a bank, sweetheart," he shook his head. "No can do, Y/N. My duty doesn't suit lady like you."

 "I'm afraid Arthur is right, my dear. Robbing and killin' ain't for ya. You have no experience when it comes to this," Dutch nodded his head.

 "Why you hate horses anyway? It's not like you see them for the first time. I thought you said your pa had few at his ranch when you were little," Arthur asked resting his hands on his belt.

 You nodded at Arthur's words. "Yes. Indeed, my father used to have horse's on his ranch. He used to breed them. I hate them even now, when I was seven I was beaten by a horse. I was wearing huge bruise on my left palm," you explained. "That's why I'm mostly afraid of them. They're killers, silent ones...," You said openly. "Don't giggle, Morgan!," you frowned seeing how Arthur covered his mouth with hand. "I mean it! And well, I have experience in killing and robbing... I robbed... I mean... Okay. You got me. No experience."

 "I'm a sorry, sweetheart, but it's kinda funny. Horses ain't that scary nor they are killers! They are nice and kind creatures that help us work and bond with us," Arthur said and rubbed his chin, looking at you. "You can't even shoot, Y/N," he reminded you.

 Dutch laughed listening to Arthur's talk about horses. "That's right, son. Without horses, we would get too far," he said. "Shall we take care of Y/N's fear?"

 "I think we should," Arthur said with a big grin on his face.

 You weren't happy about their agreement. Yet you followed Dutch and Arthur.

Horses were always your disadvantage but you would never claim it openly.

 "I think we shall go to stable and get Y/N her own horse so she can get used to the animal," Dutch said and mounted his horse.

 "I guess you are right. Hope on, darlin'," Arthur said looking at you. He frowned when he received no reaction from you. "Sweetheart, don't ya tell me you even can't get on the horse. Really?"

 "Shut up, Morgan or everyone at the camp is gonna learn how do you suck on your thumb during nights," you growled. "No. I can't get on that bastard," you said looking at Dutch. "Is it really necessary?"

 Arthur blinked at your weird comment. "I dunno whatcha talking about, girl, but I have more interesting information about what you can suck," he rolled his eyes and mounted his horse.

 Dutch looked at you. "Well, if you don't want to simply run all the way to town then yes. It's necessary, my dear."

 "I always can tie her up and just throw her on the back of my horse," Arthur suggested with a soft chuckle.

 "Arthur!," Dutch scolded the other man and shook his head. "Come on, dear. You will ride with me."

 You blinked and opened mouth at Arthur's comments. "You're mean, fella," you informed him and climbed with problems onto Dutch's horse. "Oh, God, why this creature has to be that tall!"

 Dutch laughed and helped you sit in front of him. "I think Arthur is honest, Y/N. To answer your question, there are bigger horses," he hummed and gently kissed your shoulder, wrapping his arm around your waist to make sure you won't fall.

 "Let's just go before our lady gets too scared," Arthur said.

  When you all got to the stable you went with Arthur to look at the horse. "Look, it ain't gonna bite," man took your hand and put it on horse's nose.

 Horse only huffed through its nostrils and gently licked your palm. Arthur patted the horse and looked at you.

 Meanwhile Dutch was looking for, as he stated during the way, 'the BEST equipment' for his lady.

 At first you were about back you hand and run away but you stayed on place. "It's fluffy a little," you told Arthur as you patted horse's nose. "It tickles!"

 For the very first time you stepped into a real stable. When you were a little girl you were always too scared to attempt this. But now, when Dutch and Arthur were by your side, you felt brave enough.

 "Nice and soft like some kind of a fancy material. Go on, pick a horse you like the most. Don't be afraid," Arthur said rubbing your back. "I will better go check on Dutch before he gets ya a gold saddle with fancy diamonds in it," he laughed and walked away.

 You walked from horse to horse. One started paying more attention to you. It looked curiously at you and started to sniff your hair moving them gently with its muzzle.

 "Oh Gosh, Morgan! Morgan, horse tries to eat my hair! Help me, save me!," you screamed after Arthur but eventually you started petting horse's nostrils and head. "You ain't that scary..."

 Arthur looked over his shoulder as he heard your screams but when he realized you were fine he simply shook his head and returned to Dutch.

 Horse let out a quiet mutter and nuzzled to your shoulder before placing its head on it.

 "Dutch! Dutch, love, come here!," you said loudly as you were standing still.

 When Dutch and Arthur came closer, you posed and smirked. "I think I've made a new friend, what do ya think, fellas?!"

 They looked at each other and nodded.

"Well, if horse picks you, you can't really argue with that, dear," Dutch said with a smile.

 Arthur looked at the horse and hummed.

"Nice and young Appaloosa and its lady. You will have a lot of time to teach her stuff and bond with her properly," Athur smiled and waved to stable workers. "EY! Fellas! We take this horse," he shouted. Then he looked back at you. "Think about the name when we will take care of the papers," Arthur told you.

 You nodded and thought for a second. "I have one name, I'm not sure if it's gonna suit her... I thought about Calisto," you said shyly.

 Dutch clasped his hands. "AMAZING, DARLING! It sounds so beautiful and poetic. Just like your name," he said, wrapping his arm around your waist.

 After a few moments, Calisto was yours, you got the papers that you are the owner and you got the most expensive saddle and halter.

All three of you walked back to the camp, guiding your horses behind.

 "Y/N? I think it's time for you to learn how to ride a horse. You have your horse now, so? Get on," Dutch said.

 "I can show you," Arthur added quickly.

 "Nah," you waved hand and slowly climbed on the horse's back. "I think I know how to do this. I have just buck my hips back and forth, just like when I am riding one of you," you said happily.

 Arthur watched your clumsy way of getting on the horse, he wanted to laugh.

 Dutch stopped you and asked to get down, when you did, he smiled softly. "My dear, I think you really need to learn how to do it right. Look at your saddle. You have stirrups there, put your feet in them and pull yourself up," he said and showed you what to do.

 "And make sure to keep your feet in these. They will make sure you won't fall out of the saddle," Arthur added, improving his hat. "Grab the reins rightly and gently nudge your horse on the sides. You can also swing your reins."

 You did as Dutch and Arthur instructed you. It seemed so easy after their advices and soon you were sitting in the saddle like a pro.

 "Our girl is growing up so quickly, Arthur," Dutch said and looked at Arthur as their horses started to move.

 "Yea, let's just hope she won't fall out from the saddle and get scared again," Arthur commented, looking at you.

 You pretended that you didn't hear them and you nudged your horse's sides gently. "As you might be witnessing now, I can handle horse riding pretty well," you said. "Now, let's move your asses, fellas, there's still a lot of to do around the camp. And I have to brush my lady," you smiled petting horse's ear.

 Dutch laughed loudly. "So? How about the race, huh? Arthur?"

 Arthur nodded. "Sure, Dutch."

 Dutch smiled at you. "The last person in camp is fucking only once tonight!," he informed before his horse started to gallop.

 Arthur's horse quickly followed him, leaving you behind.

 You frowned and tried to force your horse to run faster but mare refused and she was walking with steady pace. You rolled eyes. "I'll teach you how to obey, horsy. I fucking will."

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She Likes to Play || Arthur Morgan x Reader x Dutch Van Der Linde Smut

||Part I||  ||Part II||

Summary: The further you are stepping into the relationship with Dutch and Arthur, the more you crave them both

Warnings: smut, threesome

Words: 2402

Authors: Cass & Rouge

After long day of working and keeping the camp tidy, you flipped down on the cot in your tent, you slipped hands under your head and sighed out loudly.

 You enjoyed Dutch's and Arthur's presence in the stable with you that day and you were grateful for another lesson they had given you. Of course, Arthur was the one that won the little race with Dutch, you didn't even count because you arrived to the camp 15 minutes after them.

 Arthur gently knocked on the wooden support of your tent. "Hello there, miss," he said and walked in. "Still afraid of your new horse?," Arthur asked with his cocky smiled and sat next to you on the cot.

 Dutch was currently busy with Hosea so he asked Arthur to visit you and 'prepare' you.

 "Howdy! No," you stated proudly. "I ain't afraid anymore." You watched him for awhile. "You came alone...," You whispered.

 Arthur nodded. "I know, but don't worry. Dutch will join later, you know him. Planing and all," he patted his lap. "Come here, girl," Arthur said with soft smile.

 You laid for longer moment, then got up and walked to him, you took a seat on his lap. "Hi."

 "Hi, there," he purred and hugged you tightly, nuzzling to your shoulder with a soft purr.

Despite being a big and rough outlaw, he was still really soft and gentle with you. It looked like he was afraid of breaking you.

"Y/N? You are beautiful," Arthur whispered, cupping your cheek gently. He pulled you into a gentle kiss, his thumb moved gently across your cheek.

 You gave the kiss back, soft hum left your mouth after it. You looked him in the eye, you cupped his cheeks. "You know, you're such a good man to me. Even when sometimes you're mean and even when you make jokes about me. I think I fell for you... So much," after these words you smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

 Arthur nuzzled to your hand and then grabbed it to kiss it gently. "I am not the right man to fall for, Y/N, and you know this very much. I am not good, I just do what is right," he kissed your wrist before moving to press a soft kiss to your cheek, then moved down to your neck.

His hands gently touched your sides, moving up and down. Soon, they found their place on your lower back.

 It felt so right and what he was doing to you was getting unbearable. Butterflies in your lower stomach made you twitched at his touch. "Let me decided by myself, duh?," You whispered tilting head aside to provide him better access to your neck, your hands played with his nape.

 Arthur laughed quietly and moved to your shoulder. "I hope... I hope you don't mind…," he whispered and his hand sneaked under your dress. Arthur gently touched your inner thigh, then his hand moved to your stomach.

"Can I take it off?"

 You kissed his rough, dry lips longily and almost moaned at the touch of his hand on your thigh. "Don't ask me, Arthur... Do whatever you want... You know I'll do everything for ya, fella," you whispered into his ear before nibbling onto his earlobe.

 "I just want to be sure, darlin'. I don't want to hurt you," he whispered and gently placed you on the cot, looking at your body carefully.

Arthur started to slowly remove your dress, he was treating you like you would be made of glass. He let out a quiet growl at the sight of your naked body under him. Arthur placed a few kisses to your stomach before moving down.

 The softness of his touches was absorbing. You arched your back, looking at him. "Please, I need ya...," You told him softly, it wasn't more than a whisper.

 Arthur looked up at you and sent you smile, he slowly put your legs on his shoulders.

He lovered himself and placed gently kiss to your clit before taking the little bundle of nerves between his lips. Meantime, his thick fingers gently played with your entrance, probing it from time to time just with their tips.

 "Oh, God," you whispered, your eyes rolled into your head. You closed them for a second, then looked down on Morgan. "Oh, God... Keep doing this, you're so skilled, fella," you praised him as you put your index finger into your mouth, sucking on it.

 Arthur just looked at you and gladly continued his work for a whiled before moving away.

He licked his two fingers before pushing them into you, his thumb replaced his tongue on your clit.

 You caught your pillow and nuzzled to it, muffling your scream with material. It felt good and right, you moved hand down your body and helped him with rubbing over your clitoris.

 "Well, well. Look at that? Kids enjoying themselves? You two could at last close the tent, thank God that Y/N's tent is not so close to others," Dutch said lowly as he closed the tent's laps.

 Arthur looked briefly at other man and returned to his work on you.

 "It looks like our boy here is starved for you and your attention, my dear. He even didn't undress," Dutch pointed out.

 Other man just growled annoyed at the comment and started to work on you harder, using his teeth.

 You only moaned louder, slipping hands into Arthur's hair. "Howdy, Dutch...," You managed to whisper. "I thought you forgot about me, darlin'."

You tried to buck our hips for more friction from Arthur's actions.

 Arthur muttered between your legs to give you some vibrations, his hands held your hips firmly.

 "I would never forget about such a beautiful creation as you, my dear," Dutch said and walked up to you. "But you two ar doing just fine as I see," he hummed before kissing you deeply.

 "Maybe but we do lack our partner," you teased and slipped out of Arthur's grasp to kneel and kiss Dutch. Your hands moved to his leather belt, you unbuckled it quickly. "Let's see."

 Arthur growled highly annoyed by your action. He sat up and looked at you with frown.

Sure, Dutch is here so she run to him like a rabbit, Arthur thought to himself.

 Dutch grabbed your hands, stopping you.

"Y/N, my dear angel," he said to you softly.

"Look at Arthur there, you've made him upset. You want our boy to be upset?"

 "Never...," You whispered and looked up at Dutch. "I love him so much," you said openly and looked at other man above your shoulder.

 "Then finish your buissneses with him and than we will will have fun together. This boy is really touch starved and simple presence of yours gets his all hot and bothered," Dutch said and patted your hair.

 Arthur groaned and blushed deeply at Dutch's words.

 "I will be here, watching our girl cumming," Dutch smiled and moved away to sit on your little chair.

 On all fours you crawled back to Arthur who was sitting on your cot, you simply straddled him as you pushed him on it. "Lay down, like a good cowboy you are," you instructed him and kissed his neck.

With your hands you undressed him as quick as you could.

Then, using only tip of your tongue, you licked trail down his body, from clavicles to his tummy, and lower.

 Dutch got himself comfortable in the chair and watched.

 Arthur's breath shuddered, he tried to stop you. "Darlin', no... You don't have to," he gasped and soon got comfortable on your cot.

 You only have him a long gaze, then kept on your actions. Your tongue licked his lower belly, then you licked his hard shaft, from base to tip. You grabbed his cock with your palm and wrapped fingers around it. You kissed his tip before shoving it into your mouth, you gagged yourself instantly but never stopped.

 "Fuckin' hell, darlin'," Arthur moaned and bucked his hips. He took a deep breath to calm down, he nuzzled to your pillow, inhaling your scent. "You feel so fucking good, girl."

 You bobbed your head back and forth, massaging his balls at the same time. When you pulled him out of your mouth it was only for spitting on his member before shoving it back into your mouth, deep-throating him.

 Arthur whimpered loudly, your touch was so good. It was so soft and delicate.

 "Dalin', you are killin' me," Arthur growled and bucked his hips slightly and he cum on your tounge. Arthur moaned and rubbed his face, embarrassed a bit. "Shit... Sorry, darlin'."

 Dutch laughed.

"Look what are you doing to him. I always expected Arthur to hold longer."

 You sent a cocky smile to Dutch and then looked back at Arthur. "I will tell you a secret," you said as you straddled him and leant down to him, only to whisper into his ear. "You taste amazingly good, Morgan, and I want that cum of yours in my dripping cunt."

 "So Arthur is getting the good stuff today? Fine. In that case I will wreck your ass, miss," Dutch said getting up, he removed his pants.

"Better come here, let the boy regenerate a bit and fogive me not undressing fully but I have important stuff to do," Dutch opened his arms for you.

 You got off Arthur and moved to Dutch. "Hi, darlin', I love your cock," you said wrapping hand around his cock and pumping it.

 "I hope you do darling," Dutch hummed to you. His arm wrapped around your waist to start playing with your butt a bit, then he licked his figers and started to prepare you.

"Well, if Arthur is so lucky to the the front today than I need to make sure that your are ready."

 "I'm always ready," you teased him and pumped hand harder around him. "Look at you, you already leak precum, darlin'. Someone's so eager for me."

 "It's hard not to. Look at yourself, girl. You are beautiful," he purred and kissed you, pushing his fingers past your butthole.

 Morgan slowly moved from your bed and joined you two. He nuzzled to your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist. You could feel his hard cock against your lower back.

 "Well, I can't describe how much do I love the attention from both of ya," you whispered and grabbed Arthur's cock as well, you jerked them both. "I need to be fucked."

 "Come on boy," Dutch said looking over your shoulder at Arthur.

 Man muttered something and gently turned you around, then he gently picked you up.

"You sure, Y/N?," Arthur asked as his cock rested against your pussy.

 You nodded only licking your lips. "Of course I am! I need it, I fucking crave you and Dutch to fuck me," you touch his cheek. "You ain't gonna hurt me."

 "Of course we ain't gonna hurt you, darling. This would be a shame. Just relax," Dutch said and without more preparation he pushed his thick cock into your tight ass.

 Arthur looked at you unsure what to do and nodded, kissing your hand before slowly pushing his shaft into your cunt.

 You screamed loudly, then muffled your screams against Arthur's shoulder. Though tears streamed down your cheeks, you managed to whisper. "God... It feels so good, boys..."

 Arthur stopped his movements, his hand gently stroked your hair and massaged your nape to hush you. "It's okay, darlin'," he hummed, kissing your cheek. Arthur made sure you are fine before moving his hips slowly.

 "Of course it feels good, girl. Because it's us," Dutch announced proudly, moving his hips harder.

 You nuzzled to Arthur's chest, at the same time wrapping one arm around Dutch's nape. "Just like that, oh God... You're so fucking good," you told him, licking your lips again. You kissed Arthur's jawline and hummed into his ear.

 Both men were fucking you hard and deep.

Arthur was making sure you feel fine whole the time while Dutch was complitly focused on his thrusts.

 "Fuck, Y/N. You feel so good. I can feel you squeezing me. You're close," Arthur hummed in your ear.

 "How can I not?," You rolled head back. "You're sending me to heaven."

Your pussy was clenching already around Arthur. Meantime Dutch spread your butthole nicely that it was driving you crazy.

 Dutch simply chuckled and started kissing your shoulder and neck while Arthur pulled you into the kiss.

 Both man found common pace, fucking both of your holes deep and hard.

 Dutch was growling behind you and Arthur was moaning against your lips from time to time.

 Soon, both man reached their climaxes and they filled you up.

 Arthur let out a shaky breath. "Fuck... Darlin'," He purred.

 "Look at yourself, darling," Dutch said pulling out from you after a moment. "Looking so nice and sweet, even after being fucked by us. Such a good girl. Now, I wish I could stay and take care of you as I should, but duties call."

Dutch dressed up and kissed you before leaving.

 Arthur looked at you. "You okay?"

 You looked after Dutch but as soon as he went out of your tent, you nuzzled to Arthur. You kissed his jaw, your fingertips traveled against his wife chest, you were smiling. "I love ya, ya know this?"

 "I know and I love you too, Y/N," Arthur answered and kissed your cheek, then he placed you back on your cot. He grabbed random rug and started to clean you up gently. "You should rest. It had to be intense for you," Arthur muttered as he helped you dress up, he put his shirt on you.

 You smiled at him. "Can you stay? I believe you ain't having any duties now...," you said grabbing his palm.

 "Well... I had to go hunting but it ain't urgent now," he smiled back and joined you on the cot. "It can wait till tomorrow and it will be a pleasure to stay wirh you," Arthur said and hugged you.

 "Promise me something, Arthur," you asked, placing head on his chest. "Promise me to always be around. I don't know what would I do if something would happen to you."

 Arthur took your hand and kissed it gently.

"Y/N. I promise, I ain't going anywhere. I will always be around to take care of you."

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Posting part 2 of my Lenny fic tomorrow...I’M NERVOUS! I hope y’all like it!

A Morning With Lenny | Part 2

Summary: After a long, hot night of passion, Lenny and the woman he loves spend the following morning sleeping in...and things get heated again.

Pairing: Lenny Summers x f!Reader/OC

Word Count: 3.2k

Rating: Explicit/NSFW

Tags: Smut, lots of oral, foreplay, dirty talk, face humping, fluffy feelings sprinkled in, doing the usual kinky stuff with the cutest cowboy outlaw ever

Note: Being relatively new to the rdr2 fandom, I wrote this for myself because there just wasn’t enough Lenny fics out there and I HAD to change that. I love him so much and I hope you guys enjoy this! 

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Part 1| Part 2

I woke the same way I’d fallen asleep, cuddled up to Lenny’s warm, gloriously nude body, his arm draped over me. His hazel eyes were glued to the pages of a book. My all-time favorite romance book!

“Lenny!” I snatched the novel away from him. “That’s mine!”

“Hey!” He tried to grab it back, but I rolled to the other side of the bed. “I was reading that, you know. It was getting good too, they were about to kiss—”

“Really now?” Giggling, I stretched my arms over my head. Through the sheer, linen window curtains, the gray dawn streaked the sky. “But you’re an intellectual, the harshest critic of the written word I know. I thought silly love stories were beneath you.”

“Nah, that ain’t true. Not all literature needs to be a thought-provoking masterpiece. Sometimes it’s all about the way it makes you feel, if you can relate to the context, and whatnot. Honestly though, I was just reading it ‘cause I knew you did. Can we…” He paused, a rush of red stained his cheeks. So cute. “C-can we read it together? From the beginning?”

“Yes!” Warmth flowed through me at the proposition. I handed Lenny the book and snuggled against him, breathing in the familiar scent of his skin, my head propped on his hard chest. “Are you going to read to me, Mr. Summers?”

“Sure. Anything for you.” He clasped my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm before opening the book, raising it to an angle suitable for the both of us to easily view the pages.

Lenny began reading aloud, his soft-spoken voice cultured, smooth, the long vowels of his words was damn near mesmerizing, sensual as sweet melted chocolate. Playing with the ends of his thick, curled locks, I drank in the beauty of his darkly stubbled face as I listened. His chest rose and fell with every breath, the crisp hair against my cheek tickled. I ran my palm down the rigid planes of his stomach, gently caressing the well-exercised muscles. His lean body was a work of art designed purely for female pleasure, and I enjoyed every moment of touching him.  

We remained connected throughout the morning, his fingers threading through my hair soothingly as he spoke such lovely sounding words. I yawned, closing my eyes, my body lax in his embrace. Through the haze of sleep, I felt his weight and heat come down on me, his full lips brushed over my cheek.

“Hey,” Lenny said. “Dozing off on me already?” His fingers brushed over my sides, tickling me.

“Lenny!” I squirmed and threw my arms around him, burying my grinning face against his shoulder. “Stop that!”

His sensuous mouth twitched with amusement. “Sorry, it’s just so tempting. You’re so ticklish, it’s cute.”

“Shut up.” I pecked the tip of his nose. “Can’t we sleep in today?”

“I wanted to take you into town, catch a show, browse some of the stores, have a nice dinner at the saloon…” He planted a quick kiss on my lips. “But I reckon that can wait if you rather stay here. A day of rest and relaxation with my favorite lady sounds like a mighty fine idea to me.”

“I’m your only lady,” I corrected, raising my hand in a proud display of the platinum promise ring he gave me.

“The one and only. Since the day we met, you were all I ever wanted. All I could think about. All I could see. It’s always been you—my everything.” He caught my hand with his, our fingers intertwined. “Sometimes I look at you and wonder how I got so damn lucky.”

My heart thumped with a tender ache in my chest. Lenny could say such sweet things, wonderful things.

“We can’t go into town,” I said. “What if someone recognizes you from Blackwater? I just got you back. I won’t lose you again.”

His amber gaze drifted over my face, searching. “Running with gang kept me away from you for a long time. We lost everything in Blackwater, and I got so caught up in Dutch’s blood feud with the O’Driscolls—lying, cheatin’, and robbin’ fools from Valentine up to Saint Denis, trying to get the crew back on their feet…I wish I came back to you sooner.” Sighing deeply, he grew silent.

“You’re here now.” I stroked his cheek. “That’s what matters.”

“Maybe so. My dad used to say dwelling on the past is something like beating on a dead horse, ain’t no good ever come from it.”

“Your father was a smart man.”

“Sure was. An educated negro like him, good and kind, ain’t long for this world. It was only a matter of time.” His eyes glittered, wet with a deep-rooted pain for a split-second before he blinked it away.

My heart clenched. My poor, sweet Leonard…

He had suffered so much tragedy throughout the course of his life. Most of the time, he seemed unfazed, strong despite the pain lingering in his heart. But I knew better. He lived in a world that didn’t want him, didn’t accept him. His color didn’t suit their fancy and the scars of rejection ran deep, the hurt and loss probably ate at his soul on the daily. Wounds like that will never fully heal, but there were ways to lessen the sting.

“Lenny Summers,” I cupped his chin. “You’re gonna stop thinking those bad, silly thoughts right this instant. Look at me.”

He complied. Our eyes locked.

“You’re a good man,” my voice were clear, and distinct, without a shred of doubt. “Do you understand me? You are good. Perfect. You have every right to be here, to live freely, to laugh, to love—no matter what anyone says, no matter what they do—you’re a goddamn human being and that’s the end of it. You’re important. And I love the hell outta you. I always will.”

Blush deepening, muscles tensed, his mouth gaped open like a fish out of water, visibly struggling to find words. He was speechless, reeling from my praise. His shaken reaction was probably the most adorable thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life.

“Say something,” I urged softly, brushing over his cheek with the backs of my fingers.

Lenny took my hand and held it to his chest, his heart thumping, racing. He was apprehensive and impassioned. But why? What was he thinking?

Finally regaining his composure, he asked, “Do you feel that?”

“Yes.” The speedy rhythm of his heart didn’t let up.

“This is what you do to me. You have power over me, a hold—it’s like a snare I can’t escape, like a spell I can’t break.” He chuckled dryly, bitterly. “I never felt weak a day in my life until I met you.”

“You’ve been a wanted man for a long time, struggling to survive, fighting an endless war with the world around you. But you don’t have to be on the defensive with me. It’s okay to let your guard down. There’s more to life than being an outlaw.”

His eyes brightened. “Oh yeah, of course. There’s strong whiskey, fine music, good books, an oiled gun, gold nuggets and silver bullets.”

“Lenny…”

“But regardless of all that, you’re the best part.” Sweetly, he nuzzled my nose.

I giggled. “Well now, aren’t you charming?”

“Ain’t that the reason you love me?”

“One of the many.”

His full lips curved into a slow, breathtaking smile, dazzling against his deep brown skin. Sunlight dappled over his face, illuminating that strong, flawless jawline of his. Goodness, he was so very good looking, impossible to resist, and my love for him intensified by the day. I was helplessly addicted to Lenny Summers, the hours we spent together felt like minutes. I could never get enough.

My cheeks heated. “God, how do you manage to turn from cute to sexy in a matter of seconds?”

He smirked. “It’s a gift, part of my charm.” His hand touched my waist, sliding downward along my thigh. A curse hissed out between his teeth once he reached my lace garter belt. “You’re still wearing those?”

“You didn’t take them off me last night.”

“I don’t plan to.” Lenny rose to his knees, hovering over my scantily clad body, eyes smoldering as he stared down at me. “Keep them on. You look so, so, so pretty just like that.”

“Don’t you mean fuckable?”

“Hey, language!” He mocked me with a lopsided smile. “That’s no way for a lady to speak.”

“Oh, forgive me, Mr. Summers,” I said, my tone laced with sarcasm. “For a lying, thieving outlaw, you’re quite the prude.”

His nose wrinkled in protest. “Me? A prude? No, I’m more of a hopeless romantic with a love for dialect and vocabulary.” He drew close, his tongue traced the shell of my ear. My breath caught in my chest. “If you say things—the right things—you can put anyone in the mood.”

I shivered, hot and bothered, a heated ache between my legs. It wasn’t particularly the context of Lenny’s words that turned me on, but the sound…the huskiness in his voice, the way he dragged the vowels, sensual and rich with passion. His voice was smooth as velvet, unbearably sexy in my ear, sending vibrations deep into the core of my body.

He could talk any woman out of her clothes and into his bed without much effort. Not that he would though, he was much too tenderhearted, too sympathetic to be a womanizer.

He was truly one of a kind. And all mine, by some miracle.

A distinct warmth flooding my core, I shoved my hands into his hair and kissed him. I loved how soft his lips felt against mine. His arms enveloped me as he kissed me back, his tongue glided over mine with hot, savory licks that left me breathless and yearning for more. I could only imagine how amazing that firm mouth of his would feel in other places…

I moaned, feeling the prod of his impressive erection against my thigh. I wrapped my fingers around him, and he bucked his hips on contact, thrusting into my hand.

He groaned into my mouth, still ravaging my lips. The scent of our lust was heavy in the air, the heavy weight of his tense, magnificent body pinning me down. He was hard as stone, and hot. I stroked him from root to tip, my palm slick with precum.

“Ah, damn…” he uttered between kisses, lazily fucking my hand. “That feels good.”

“It feels better inside me,” I murmured against his lips.

He broke the kiss, parting me with his finger. “Not yet. You ain’t ready for me.”

With a feeble sound of protest, I buried my face in his neck.

“Hey, no pouting,” he clasped my chin, forcing me to look into his beautiful hazel eyes. His voice softened. “You’re so tight. I’ll bruise you if we don’t take it slow, okay?”

My gaze glued to his fiercely handsome face, an abrupt gratitude filled my soul. “I love you.”

He beamed, kissing my lips one last time before his tongue seared a path down my neck to my breast. Once he caught my nipple between his teeth, I flinched.

Lenny quirked a brow. “You’re sensitive.”

“I still haven’t recovered from last night,” I said.

“Relax, Sugar. I’ll be gentle.”

I blinked, perplexed by the endearment, although I adored how sweet it sounded from his lips. “Sugar?”

He uttered a soft assent, and returned his attention to my breasts, wrapping his mouth around my nipple, sucking lightly. His finger circled the other, the tantalizing caress brought a mist of perspiration to my skin. His tongue moved slow, exquisitely tender over my swollen flesh, soothing like a healing balm. Relishing the sensation, I closed my eyes.

I combed my fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. “Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue of yours?”

Lenny flashed a wicked smile. “That sounds like a challenge.” His palms slipped under my hips, he yanked me to the edge of the bed, and dipped low. I slapped a hand over my mouth, smothering a gasp as his tongue fluttered over my clit. Two of his fingers inched inside me and I clenched eagerly around him, my leg draped over his shoulder. Heat swept over me, my heart slammed erratically in my chest.

The delicate rhythm of his stroking, curving fingers was wonderful, but it was his mouth that drove me crazy. The tip of his tongue lapped at my throbbing clit tirelessly…relentlessly. My hips churned, a violent shiver moved through me. He knew my body so well, exactly how to please me, everywhere he touched left a blazing trail of warmth behind.

I bit back a cry at the sweltering heat and lash of his tongue, my core convulsing with every tender lick. Dizzy, drugged and near mindless with sensation, my hands ached for his touch, gliding over his sweat-damp skin, tugging at his hair. He captured my palm with his free hand, our fingers laced together.

“Yes, Lenny, like that,” I urged. “Make me come.”

And he did, with the soft suction of his lips and measured thrusts. I shuddered, tingling, pleasure pulsated through me. Lenny didn’t stop. His tongue continued to work my clit as I rode his fingers shamelessly, my limbs trembling, my climax rolling on and on. I was melting, drowning in sensation. Tears stung my eyes, the walls that kept my emotions at bay breaking at the seams. Swept away by the ongoing waves of ecstasy, I wept silently.

Licking his lips, Lenny rose, lifting my sweaty, limp body along with him. His gaze searched my face with concern. “You okay?” I heard his question just barely past the blood rushing in my ears.

I managed a nod. Carefully, he set me down on the center of the bed, my head hit the pillow. He crawled in beside me, wiping the tears from my cheeks with a light sweep of his knuckles. “Was it too much?”

“No.” Pleasantly aching, I sighed. “You were perfect.”

His eyes studied me for a few beats. “Promise?”

“I promise.” Dazed from the toe-curling, spectacular climax he gave me, I shut my heavy eyelids for a moment. “It’s your turn now.”

“We have all the time in the world to make love. Why don’t you get some rest?”

My gut kicked. I forced myself up to face him. “No, we need an equal exchange. I don’t want you to feel used—”

He pressed a finger to my lips, silencing me. “I don’t feel used. That ain’t what this is. It’s just…I don’t wanna push you—”

I swatted his hand away. “Well, I’m not going to sleep until you come.”

His brows rose. “Okay, fair enough. I got an idea.” He shifted to his knees, the blunt tip of his throbbing cock nudged my lips. With a toothy, iconic grin smeared across his face, he requested sweetly, “Lubrication please?”

I gladly drew him in until he hit the back of my throat and was rewarded with a sultry burst of more precum. A pleased murmur escaped me as I savored the taste. He swelled, growing thicker and larger under the flat of my tongue. His balls were big, heavy, a bold display of potent virility. I played with them, rolling the weighty pair in my hand, feeling them tighten.

My eyes were riveted to Lenny as he tipped his head back, muscles rigid and breathing ragged. A deep groan of delicious agony rumbled in his chest. “Goddamn, your mouth…fuck.”

Lenny was the most calm tempered, well-composed man I knew. Watching him unravel like this, face flushed with lust, cursing, the pleasure threatening his control—it was so very satisfying. And sexy.

He drew in a deep breath, steadying himself. “Okay, I-I reckon…that’s good enough.” He pulled out, altering his position, his knees came down at my sides.

I stared at him quizzically as he knelt over me, his slobber-coated cock stood erect above my heart. “What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve been wanting to do for a long time. Since the day I laid eyes on you.” He cupped my breasts in his hands, kneading them, rolling my nipples into tight points between his forefingers and thumb.

I whimpered, arching into his hand, unbearably sensitive. His rigid length slid between the valley of my breasts, and I gasped, squirming. Why not use my mouth for pleasure instead? “Lenny—”

“I need this.” His eyes were heavy-lidded with desire as he began moving his hips, his big cock gliding between the softness of my chest. “I love you.”

The tender words rolled off his tongue with a quiet, yet passionate intensity. A bubbly sensation struck my heart. “Feels that nice, huh?”

A wry smile pulled at his lips. “I might have an unhealthy obsession with…you know.” He smacked my breasts playfully. “Don’t tell anyone.”

“Your secret is safe with me, handsome.”

His blunt crown brushed my mouth with every stroke. I kept my lips puckered, kissing the tip, loving the unique taste. The rhythmic slap of his balls against my tits had my clit aching for attention once again, but I didn’t care. Right now, nothing in the world mattered more than satisfying him. I wanted to do this for him, he deserved it for being so good to me.

The arousing sight of his sharply sculpted abdomen and lean, pumping hips was enthralling, his sweaty, beautiful brown skin shined and glistened like priceless jewels beneath the light. He was stripped bare to the primal desire where only the race to climax mattered and still, I was spellbound by his beauty. Swooning. He was divine. Heavenly. Fitting of worship.

“I’m close,” Lenny trembled, his voice was a guttural rasp.

“Give it to me.” Grasping his straining thighs, I propped myself up on my elbows and opened my mouth.

I took him in, hungrily sucking his solid length, my cheeks hollowed with the strength of my all-consuming need to pleasure him. He gripped my hair, frantically thrusting—punishing my throat with his big cock. My eyes stung and my lungs burned, but I was too turned on to give a hell. The sounds he made and the loving praises that slipped from his lips made it all worth the effort.

He emptied himself into my greedy mouth, the first spurt of his load so thick, it was a hassle to swallow. His entire body shuddered as I eagerly drained him of everything he had.

I licked him clean afterward. He curled up next to me, pressing tiny, appreciative kisses to my shoulders and neck. “I’m gonna need you to do that more often,” he uttered, and then added sweetly, softly, “Please.”

The vivid blush on his cheeks warmed my heart. “Of course I will, but first, I’m going to need some real food in my tummy.” My stomach rumbled. “As scrumptious as you may be, I can’t live off you alone, Lenny.”

“Your wish is my command, Sugar.” He pulled away and reached for his satchel on the nightstand. “Luckily for you, the last stagecoach I robbed had all kinds of goodies—”

I clutched his stubbled chin, drawing him back in. “Forget that canned slop. Wouldn’t you prefer a homecooked meal?”

“Cook?” His brows scrunched up. “Uh…I’m not—I can’t—”

“Sure you can. I’ll teach you. We can whip something up in the kitchen together.” I cupped the side of his cheek, looking into his eyes. “As long as we have each other, there’s nothing we can’t do.”

His gaze sparkled, the golden flecks wildly radiant and alluring as always.

A Date With Lenny | Part 3

Pairing: Lenny Summers x F!reader/OC

Summary: Lenny and his lover spends some quality time together in Valentine. Head over heels for one another, things get heated between the two rather quickly ;) 

Word Count: 3.9k

Rating: NSFW/Explicit

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Arms linked, Lenny and I sauntered out of the crowded saloon. It was a lively night in Valentine, a constant stream of interested visitors trotted through on horseback. Fellers loitered outside the stores, laughing and chatting boisterously. Penned pigs squealed, stray dogs panted in the heat, and chimes rung as doors opened. The noise and activity of the teeming little town was disorderly and loud, but not unpleasant. In fact, it was quaint. The people here were unfettered, spirited, and unapologetically free.  

Normally, I felt rather small and out of place in the company of strangers, but with Lenny beside me, all my silly fears and insecurities melted away. He escorted me through town in his black brushed cotton vest and matching trousers, his shirt and neckerchief both a pristine white. And god, he looked damn fine too, putting every other man in attendance to shame. Ever so often, the women that crossed our path would stare, sometimes tripping over their own feet as they took in his remarkably handsome face.

But he was all mine, and I made it known to the world by keeping my arm hooked possessively around his. Occasionally rubbing his strong shoulders. Stroking his toned biceps. He’d return the affection by showering my cheeks with tiny, playful kisses as we strolled aimlessly along Valentine’s dirt road. We had no destination in mind, no grand plans, or schedules to keep. We were simply enjoying each other’s company, and I couldn’t have been happier.

Cradling a flask of whiskey to his chest, Lenny took a swig. “See, the saloon wasn’t so bad, right? We ate a full course, top-notch quality meal in absolute peace, undisturbed—no bar fights, and only a few drunken bastards got rowdy and ruined the mood. Usually it’s much worse.”

“We have to keep a low profile,” I muttered. “We’re lucky no one recognized you.”

“Have you forgotten that I am the living embodiment of luck—” He tripped over a rock and tumbled clumsily, landing on his backside with a rough thud.

My heart skipped a beat. “Lenny!” I hovered over him. “Are you okay?”

With the cutest, goofy grin plastered to his face, he patted himself down for injuries. “No broken bones…I’ll live, I reckon.”  

His wide, bright smile was contagious. Holding the hem of my flowy skirt, I crouched to his level and surveyed him briefly. Besides being stricken with a bad case of the giggles, he seemed fine. “Of course, you’ll live. You have an obligation to keep breathing, Mr. Summers, ‘cause I wouldn’t last a day without you.”

“Is that so? I guess you’re stuck with me then…forever!” His arms enclosed around my waist, he tugged me to the ground playfully.

“Get off, you silly man!” With a hastily suppressed snicker, I squirmed about in his warm embrace. “Release me!”

“Nooo, you can’t get rid of me—not ever! You’re all mine. Just submit already, woman!” He attacked my cheeks with a frantic rush of kisses.

I smothered a chuckle from the sensation of his beard stubble brushing against my skin, but once he started tickling my sides, my voice rang up a scale and crackled hysterically. Whenever I tried to pull away, he’d draw me right back in, fragrantly fun, carefree, and mischievous despite the dozens of onlookers in our midst.

I tickled him back, and Lenny’s laughter was so jubilant, pure as the Heavens above, childish even despite his adulthood and masculinity. His mirth was like the summer sun and the stars at the peak of dawn. Whenever I heard it, no matter the time of day or weather, the world brightened.

Breathing in his tantalizing, uniquely familiar scent, I nuzzled my nose against his. “I love you.”

Stiffening abruptly, a rush of red stained his cheeks. His voice lowered, quiet and shy. “Hey, you’re making me feel all fuzzy and warm inside. There’s folks around—I’m not blushing, am I?”

“You are. It’s adorable.” I stood and extended a hand to him. “Now get up outta that dirt, silly.”

“C’mere, Sugar.” With a captivating smile, he lured me down to his level once again. He tipped his chin toward the sky. “Look at the stars, ain’t they pretty?”

Pinpoints of silver peeped in and out of the masses of gray clouds overhead. It was going to rain soon. I wiped the dust from my skirt. “You’re ruining my outfit, handsome.”

“What does it matter? I’m just gonna take it off you anyway.” He took another sip of his whiskey.

“I think you’ve had too much to drink, cowboy.”

Music blared from the nearby saloon, a live performance it sounded like. There was clapping and cheering, a soulful feminine voice filled the air, blending in elegantly with the strum of stringed instruments.

Lenny’s brows shot up. “You hear that?”

I nodded. “It sounds lovely.”

He tossed his whiskey aside and rose, lifting me along with him. Taking my hand in his, he preformed a courtly bow, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “My lady, may I have this dance?”

“Dance?” My face heated at the proposal. “H-here?”

“Right here, right now.”

Filled with embarrassed discomfort, I lowered my head. “There’s an awful lot of people around, Lenny.”

“Don’t be scared. We’re in this together. Just focus on me, okay?”

Arms encircling my waist, he anchored me against him, swaying to the music. I was tense and on edge at first, I’ve never danced in public. Let alone in the center of town where just about every neighboring feller, woman, loyal steed, and child could take a gander.

But once his hazel gaze found mine, our bustling surroundings melted away. Hypnotized by the shimmering sparks of gold in the depths of his eyes, all I could see was him. The way his lean body glided with effortless rhythm and fluidity. How his muscles flexed and rippled with every slight movement beneath his shirt. Following his gentle motion, my arms slid around his neck. He was my world, and the moment was ours.

“We coulda done this in the saloon, you know,” I said.

“Maybe,” he mumbled. “I know going to that saloon in particular was my idea, but uh, honestly…I didn’t feel comfortable in there.”

“Why? Did one of those drunkards do something? Say something? I swear, if there are any inbred yokels around here, you just point me in their direction—”

“No, it wasn’t that.” He gave a shaky laugh. “Every fella in there was eyeballing you. It ain’t no crime to look but…” His voice trailed off.

I frowned. “I didn’t notice anyone was staring, I’m sorry—”

“Hey, don’t apologize for being the prettiest girl in town. You got all the women in the West green with envy and the fellas? They salivate over you like a pack of rabid dogs after a bone. And regardless of all that, you chose me. Feels like a dream. The best damn dream.” He dipped me back and kissed my temple. I held onto him as his full lips drifted to my neck, brushing over my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes on a moan when he caught the lobe of my ear between his teeth, the spontaneity of it all warmed my heart, and awakened a fierce ache between my legs.

With he straightened me, I was near breathless and dizzy. There was an applause, and whistling coming from over my shoulder. Lenny’s grasp on me was strong and clinging, as if I could slip through his fingers at any given moment. “You’re mine, I’m yours, and now everybody knows it.”

I flushed, perversely flattered and delighted by his possessiveness. “You know, this isn’t exactly what I’d call ‘keeping a low profile’,” I whispered.

“So, about that…” He grinned sheepishly, a boyish smile so cutely at odds with the wiry, solid sexuality of his body. “I ain’t the best at laying low, never have been. Everywhere I go, something or somebody starts kickin’ up a fuss and I get dragged into it. For example, some fool gets robbed—by no fault of mine, might I add—then that same fool gets brave and winds up with a bullet in his gut. And of course, being the law-abiding citizen that I very much am, I got no choice but to intervene.”

I smiled. “So, all this time you’ve been playing the hero? Everything the lawmen said about you was a lie?”

“The law ain’t never been fair or smart.”

“That much is true.” The sky rumbled, and the clouds began to shed some heavy droplets of rain. Folks began to retreat indoors, while a select few preferred to take shelter under the general store awnings.

“Well, there goes our audience,” Lenny said. “A real shame, too. I was getting used to the limelight.” He took off his brown leather cowboy hat and gave it to me. “Here, Sugar. For your hair.”

“Thank you.” I nuzzled my face to his chest. “We should go. The storm is only going to get worse.”

Seemingly unbothered by the rain, he tilted my chin up and settled his mouth on mine. A rush of warmth flowed through me, the soft sweetness of his kiss weakened my knees. Gradually, the pressure of his lips increased, and I surrendered myself to him. His tongue stroked slow and tenderly over mine. Our connection was wildly passionate and undeniable. I was so absorbed by him, possessed by his sweet love, I hardly noticed the drizzle running down our faces to where our lips connected. The cold rain mingled with the uniquely wonderful taste of him.

The working of his mouth against mine made me hot. Restless. I pushed a hand into his gloriously damp hair and sucked on the bottom of his lip, tracing my tongue over its perfect fullness, nibbling, gently pulling…

The sound of his groan was so satisfyingly deep and erotic, my core throbbed, uncomfortably wet. Lenny broke the kiss, his chest heaving. “Damn…what are you doing to me?”

I smiled innocently. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Gripping my hips, he crushed me to him, the impressive package between his legs brushed my thigh. “I…I-I need to be inside you,” he confessed with some difficulty. “I’m aching.”

Moved by the extent of his longing, I stood on the tip of my toes and reclaimed his lips, my palms sliding all over his lethally sexy body. We were drenched in the chilly, pouring rain, but not even the forces of nature could keep my hands off him. “There’s a hotel next door,” I said between kisses.

Lenny nodded an assent and lifted me off my feet, my legs hooked around his waist. He carried me across the road and through the hotel’s swinging doors. The lobby was empty.

“I’ll be just a minute!” a voice I presumed to be the receptionist called out from down the hall.

Still holding me in his powerful arms, Lenny leaned against the front desk as we made out with reckless abandon. The soul-reaching massage of his lips sent shivers rippling up my spine. Raising my skirt a fraction, his hips started moving, the hard length of his cock grinding sinfully against me through the confides of his pants. Oh, god…a deep hunger stirred inside me. I had to have him—all of him—and it had to be soon. Or else I’d go crazy.

I held onto him for dear life, trembling from the hot, delicious friction. I didn’t care who was watching. I was way past the point of shyness, the primal desire to be fucked by this beautiful outlaw was at the forefront of my mind. It was all that mattered.

My skin burning hot and flustered, I whimpered. “I want you, Lenny.”

Muscles tense and visibly shaking with lust, he uttered huskily, “Fuck, I want—I need you.”

I buried my face in the crook of his corded neck, ravaging his skin with love bites and licks. “How bad do you need me?”

“Real bad. More than anything. I’ll beg if I got to. I’ll plead. I’ll get on my damn knees right now.” He swallowed deep, his expression tight and eyes smoldering. “If we don’t get a key soon, I might just bend you over this desk and fuck you right here.”

I trembled. It sounded like a threat as much as a promise, the scorching intensity of his words so unlike him. He was losing his composure, the desire stripping away his inhibitions and calm, sweet-tempered mannerisms. Only I could do this to him. It was a major turn-on and confidence boost.

“Here I am!” the receptionist finally arrived, scrambling into his rightful place behind the desk. His presence was a blur, I was too preoccupied enjoying the softness of Lenny’s lips. I could probably come like this, just by kissing him if we went at it long enough.

“Good Lord Almighty!” the receptionist gaped at us. “You kids need a room immediately! Luckily for you, we have one available. Just one. It’s been a big night for tourism, with that band of fancy folk from Saint Denis parading through town, playing their music and causing a ruckus. I don’t understand how anyone can get anything done with all that darn noise and commotion—”

Lenny shoved a hand into his satchel and flung a couple dollars at the chatty receptionist. It stopped his ranting, thank goodness.

“Second floor, first room on your right.” Once he passed over the key, Lenny whisked me upstairs. Heedless of everything and everyone, our hot, lingering kisses didn’t break as he fumbled with the lock. A moment later, the door opened, and we were inside a dimly lit room bathed in candlelight, rain softly drummed against the windowpanes.

Lenny dropped me on the bed. I reached for his vest and ripped it open, the buttons scattered across the hardwood floor. “Get naked, cowboy.”

He laughed, shrugging out of his shirt and suspenders, and then unbuckling his gun belt. I ran my hand down his chest in awe. His deep brown skin illuminated by the warm, flickering light, he glowed like flames piercing the darkness, radiant with transcendental beauty and mystery. I wanted him so bad, it hurt.

I nuzzled my face against the solid ridges of his damp, god-like abdomen. “Christ, why are you so perfect?”

“Perfect?” He pinched my cheek playfully. “Aw, you really think so? Arthur told me the same thing once, but he was drunk and vomiting in a pig pen outside the saloon when he said it—”

“Lenny…” Grinning, I swatted his hand off my cheek. “You’re ruining the mood.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.” Flashing an apologetic smile, he tossed aside the wet hat on my head and helped me out my clothes with gentle finesse. I went for his zipper, freeing his thick cock. My mouth watered. He was rock-hard, and throbbing. I traced the flat of my tongue along the heavy veins coursing his length, slow and worshipfully.  

He fisted my hair, restraining me just before I took him into my mouth. “Nuh-uh, Sugar. That can wait. Lay down.”

My brows raised. Apparently, Lenny was in charge tonight. I obeyed, curious of what he had in store.

The heat and clean, woodsy scent of his body took my breath away once he came down on me. “You’re beautiful.” He plumped one breast in his hand, kissing my neck, his lips grazing back and forth over my tender, flustered skin. I squirmed from the heady sensation. My legs locked around his hips, silently urging him to make love to me already. Near mindless with need, I struggled to find my voice, to formulate words. All that slipped from my throat was tiny, helpless whimpering.

He took himself in his hand and stroked my slick entrance, the soft nudges of his cock head agonizingly teasing. I arched my hips, my body straining toward him, desperate for a connection. He was making me wait, avoiding my clit and somehow resisting the temptation of fucking me despite my pleading.

“Lenny, please. What are you waiting for?”

“Hush now,” he said. “You’ll be ready for me soon.”

“I’ve been ready for you for the longest. Since this morning.”

He nipped my neck, sucking feverishly. Surely leaving a mark behind. Inflamed and trembling in distress, I rolled my hips against the rigid column of flesh he so cruelly teased me with. Patiently, he coaxed me to the brink of insanity. I was soaked in my own wetness, creaming madly for the feel of him inside me.

Raking my nails across his back, I pulled him closer. I needed him to fuck me more than I needed my next breath. “Now,” I gasped. “Need you now.”

With an expert shift of his hips, he pushed into me hard, and so pleasantly deep.

“Oh, God, yes,” I moaned, shuddering, clenching around him. Finally. Warmth struck my heart. I’ve been waiting for this for so long, too long—

“Don’t come,” he murmured, his palms slipped under my hips and cupped my behind, squeezing.

“Excuse me?” I was so close to the edge already. How the hell did he expect me not to go off?

“Good things come to those who wait. It feels so much better in the end.” Lenny started to move, his thrusts lazy and tortuously slow. “Can you do that for me, Sugar? Can you make it last?”

The cadence of his soft-spoken, drawling words sounded so sweet in my ears, so delicate. A fierce ache struck my chest. I was hopelessly in love with him, and more than willing to submit to his every need and request.

“It’s not fair,” I mumbled, my vision blurred with tears. “You have no idea how good you feel inside me.”

“Trust me, I-I do.” Lenny’s leisurely rhythm came to an abrupt halt, his body shivered violently. Jaw clenched, a groan slipped through his lips, tension contorted the gorgeous features of his face. Holding back seemed to be affecting him as well.

Quickly regaining his poise, he resumed screwing me. Lenny knew my body so well, all the tender spots that demanded attention and how precisely to stroke them. It was all muscle memory to him at this point. Over and over, his cock rubbed the bundle of quivering nerves clenching, aching for his touch.

Gripping the sheets with white-knuckled force, I smothered an upsurge of sobs, thrashing against the overwhelming need to climax. I was burning from the inside out, our bodies sticky with sweat. Trembling uncontrollably, I couldn’t hold back for much longer…

“Don’t come,” Lenny repeated. “Make this last. Just hold on.”

“I c-can’t. It feels amazing. Jesus, Lenny…” Tears escaped my eyes. I was falling apart, utterly and irreversibly lost in him. “I love you. I-I love you so, so much…”

He kissed away the tear tracks on my face. “Hold me. Don’t you let go.”

I released the covers and clung to him. His heavy-lidded gaze snagged with mine, searing into me. He sighed heavily, from pleasure, tension, or both—I couldn’t tell. His hips still surging at a moderate, deliberately restrained tempo that was driving senseless, I blurted, “Slow down. Please. I’ll come if you don’t slow down.”

“Will you now?” A wicked smile pulled at his lips. “I thought you wanted to come, Sugar. Why the change of heart?”

My back arched as his hold on my behind grew bruising. He lifted my hips into his thrusts, and I cried out, my core boiling and tightening with a pressure so severe, I feared I’d snap in two if I didn’t give into my bodily cravings soon.

“I won’t come,” I panted. “Not—not until y-you say so.”

His hazel eyes softened, sympathetic almost as he watched me quiver helplessly beneath him. One hand clasping the side of my face, he kissed me with a heartrending tenderness, his tongue caressing mine. Yes.

“Come for me,” he fucked me harder, dominating my body, although his voice was honeysweet against my lips. “I need to feel you…”

With his permission, an orgasm erupted inside me like a volcano, molten pleasure spreading from my core and overcoming the entirety of my body in a scorching wave. It was remarkable. Explosive. Unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I let out a shrill cry, writhing under Lenny’s sweat-slick muscles. His name spewed repeatedly from my lips as he fucked me into blissful oblivion.

The climax surged on and on. I was melting, drowning in the immense ecstasy of being loved by him, pleased by him. He was my everything, and without him I was empty and hollow. I could die in his arms right now and regret not a thing, because I’ve never truly lived a day until I met him.  

The connection we shared was incredibly intense, inside and outside the bedroom. But when we were making love like this, intimately linked, giving and receiving pleasure from one another like our lives depended on it…our bond felt unbreakable. It was frightening how deeply I adored him—an outlaw. A man the law wanted strung up by a noose…

A muscle twitching in his jaw, he rode out my climax until the clenches faded; then he slowed down his pace, burying himself inside me languidly. He sucked in a harsh breath, eyes dark and dilated, his strong body convulsed furiously. He was teetering on the edge of an orgasm, still denying himself the pleasure he’s been working toward all night long. The glaring self-control and perseverance Lenny emanated was something to be envied.

I gathered his hair in my hands, kissing the side of his damp throat. “You’re shaking, handsome. Do I feel that good?”

“Yes,” he rasped, pounding into me erratically, his balls slapping against the curve of my behind. “Oh shit, yes.”

A bead of sweat dripped from his chin onto the corner of my lip. I slid my tongue along his sculpted jawline, collecting the saltiness with a soft murmur of satisfaction. He tasted so good, and the scent of his lust smelled even better.

“Why don’t you come inside me, cowboy?” I teased, my voice husky. “You know you want to.”

He clasped the nape of my neck, his gaze burned into mine. “Do you want me to?”

I had just as much control over his body as he did mine and I couldn’t help but smile. “Yes, Lenny. Come.”

With a serrated groan, his beautiful cock jerked, spurting hotly, flooding me with his heat. His hips ground against mine, he emptied his load as deeply as he could inside me. I don’t know how long we laid there holding each other, spent and panting. Eventually, our breathing steadied and our bodies cooled.

“Leonard Summers!” a rugged voice shouted from outside, piercing the calm serenity of the rain. “We know you’re in here! Give yourself up, boy, there ain’t nowhere left to run!”

Lenny shot up from the bed.

Still wrapped up in a sex-induced daze, my brain struggled to comprehend what the hell was happening. Lazily, I sat up, covering my exposed breasts with the sheets. “What’s going on?”

Lenny inched to the window and glanced furtively though the blinds. “Lawmen,” he winced. “A lot of ‘em.”

I shivered, my heartbeat sped up. “You’re joking. Please tell me you’re joking.”

“I wish I was, Sugar. Maybe you were right—coming ‘round here was, in fact, a real bad idea.” His teeth gleamed in a lopsided smile, confident and reassuring despite our unfortunate circumstances. “So, uh…you know how to handle a gun, right?”

My eyes widened. Oh no…

Replaying RDR feels so odd.

I first played back when I was in middle school. I didn’t really have much of a grasp on character motivations and depth and the like. So coming back to it almost five years later is so different.

I know exactly what’s going to happen to all of the characters.

I know how most of the story goes

But it’s different.

I don’t see characters in black and white anymore. It’s nice. And a little sad. Knowing I only have a limited time to know these characters for real before they eventually die. It hurts. But I think that’s what makes this game so replayable. No matter what you’re going to find things you’ve never noticed before, see new camp interactions, or just notice someone doing something in the background of a cutscene.

I love this game sm.