A little angry, a little ADHD, a little sensitive

Red Dead Redemption 2

Arthur Morgan

Quiet Delight and Starry Nights-smut 18+ Winter Blues-angst Blush Isn't a Shade of Lavender-fluff Worked up-drabble, smut 18+ A Big, Burly Man and a Small, Playful Kitten-fluff What a Sight-smut 18+ Just the Two of Us-smut 18+ You're Okay Girl-smut 18+ What a Weird Drink-fluff Precarious Situations-smut 18+ Sleepy-fluff Just Cleanin-fluff (Modern!Arthur) Let Go-smut 18+ Red-Handed-smut 18+ For Your Eyes Only: Part 2-smut 18+ When in Saint Denis-smut 18+

Charles Smith

Hair Slipping Through His Fingers-fluff(ish) Sweater Weather-fluff

Javier Escuella

Savior of the Day-angst/smoking Coyote Cries: Part 2-smut 18+ Snowed In-smut 18+

1883

Ennis

Pretension and Grit: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, ----work in progress (I literally have a ch 4 wrote, but cannot figure out a ch 3. Bear with me on this one)

Wade

Until Next Time Cowboy-smut 18+

Sam

Golden Hour-fluff

The Walking Dead

Daryl Dixon

Pizza Please-smut 18+ (Modern!Daryl)

Martinez

Pretty Little Mouth-smut 18+ Heat of the Moment: Part 1, Part 2-smut 18+ (completed)

Sons of Anarchy

Happy Lowman

My Kink is Karma

Chibs Telford

Wind whips against the thin boards separating you from the harsh weather of Ambarino. Javier had ushered you into the small cabin, half covered with snow, just west of Deadboot Creek as the storm was getting worse. 

The day started off cold, but the windchill was worsening as the wind whips hard through the trees. Another front was pushing in fast with large snow flakes, and the occasional shower of sleet.

Old shutters slam against the frame, letting snow in, and they were hanging on for dear life. The other window was covered with an old sack, that was somehow holding on with hopes and dreams. 

You see a small pile of kindling near the stone fireplace, and some larger pieces of fabric thrown on the dirt floor of the cabin. Debating on starting a fire or covering the windows, you decide to step forward to grab the scrap fabric off the ground. 

Javier was outside still making sure the horses were not going to run off in the storm while you were attempting not to freeze to death. 

Your hands were shaking with no control, and you attempt to grab the fabric. Fingers not wanting to bend from the freezing temperatures, you finally grab them and walk towards the windows. 

A small tool crate sits on the floor covered in snow under the window. Squatting down slightly, your knees pop, and you brush the snow off the top. An old hammer, some random tools, and a bunch of rusted nails are scattered throughout the crate. Snow continues the blow through the window onto your face as you put two nails between your lips in an attempt to not lose them. 

You were able to scrounge up eight nails to tack the fabric down for the time being. Shaky hands hold a nail on the corner of the frayed fabric, and you begin slowly tapping the nail in. Missing occasionally, you finally get the nail all the way in. 

The door creeks open, blowing a gust of wind and snow in, and Javier slides in. Closing the door behind him, he rubs his hands together. You look over at him with two rusted nails dangling from your lips while you hold the other corner up in an attempt to nail it up. 

“What are you doing?” He looks over at you confused. His poncho is covered in a layer of ice, and he is somehow not freezing like you. Stepping forward, he grab the nails from your mouth, and takes the hammer from your hand. “I will do this, you can sit down.”

Your teeth were chattering like tumbling rocks down a creek bed. You head towards the fire place, and begin putting the kindling in for Javier to start a fire. Loud, fast thuds hit the wall as he hangs the fabric up much faster than you were. He had the first one done, and was already working on the second by the time you had put 5 pieces of kindling in. 

Foot steps approach from behind you as you were situated in front of the non-existent fire in the fireplace. His hand touches your shoulder as a gesture to move for him. You slow stand up, and walk towards the bed as he squats down in front of the fire. 

He strikes a match, and throws it on the small pile of kindling you put in for him. Quite crackles emanates from the wood as Javier blows cold air to ignite the fire more. You watch as he grabs  larger pieces to add to the growing flames. 

Shivers continue to radiate throughout your body as your arms are hugging yourself in an attempt to warm up. 

Footsteps starts approaching you, so you look up to see Javier holding a blanket that had been discarded somewhere in the cabin.

Placing it on the bed, he slips his hat and poncho off, and he begins helping you get your coat off. 

“I-I don’t wanna take it off,” you chatter out. 

“It’s just making you colder.” He pulls your arm out from one sleeve, “We gotta get some of this off to get warm.”

“That seems p-pretty counterintuitive.”

The fire snaps and pops as it gets bigger and bigger. Heat was slowly starting to radiate in the cabin, but the wind was still whipping through the makeshift window covers. 

You scoot back on the bed, kicking your boots off, as he kicks his own off and shakes the blanket out. Pulling it over the two of you, the cool fabric shields your bodies from the icy air slowly thawed by the fire. 

The small bed barely fits the two of you, but it doesn’t bother you because you want to be in his skin to warm up at this point. 

His arms snake around your body, pulling you close to him, as you tangle your legs between his. Pressing your face to his neck, your cold nose slowly starts to defrost as his skin warms you up. 

The two of you lie there for a bit just soaking up each others heat and trying to survive the brutal storm berating the tiny cabin. 

Nuzzling into his neck more, your lips graze his skin on accident. It doesn’t seem like he reacted to the touch, but you could feel his fingers flex ever so lightly against your back. 

Little bursts of warm air hits the top of your head as he breathes. “I want to crawl into your skin right now,” you mumble into his neck. 

“If I could let you, I would.” He jokes back. 

The two of you lie there for a while. Your mind was racing of the events that had occurred over the past few days. Now you and Javier were separated from the rest of the gang when the monstrous blizzard swept over Ambarino like it was Pinkerton’s hand trapping everyone as they fled Blackwater. 

Your body has slowly stopped shuddering every few seconds and only when a large gust bites through the makeshift window coverings. Your limbs were still cold and stiff like the icicles hanging along the roof of the cabin outside. 

His arms loosen around your torso and he shifts slightly. A quiet whine makes its way from your throat as he begins pulling away from you. 

“I’ll be right back.” He tells you as he pulls the blanket off, letting in the frigid air, and slides off the bed. 

Grumbling, you pull the blanket tight against you; your fingers curled against the scratchy fabric of the blanket. Javier shuffles throughout the small cabin behind you moving some things around before you hear a piece of wood thrown onto the fire. 

The fire crackles as new pieces are added. Heat was still fighting against the harsh weather slipping into the cabin through the windows, cracks in the door, and gaps in the walls that were packed with snow over time. 

Flipping over, you lie on your right side now. Javier is squatted down in front of the fire, poking it, as he makes sure that it is done properly to warm the two of you up. A violent shiver overtakes your body for a moment as you lie there. 

Looking over, Javier watches as your eyes press shut tightly as your teeth chatter from the wicked wind gust that stole the warmth from you. 

Your eyes open back up as you hear him pad against the floor. Climbing over your legs, he pulls the blanket up just enough to slide against your back. His left hand slides over your hip to your stomach. Fingers splaying across your stomach, he pulls you impossibly closer to him. 

His right arm slides under your neck and head, pillowing it, and his nose nestles into your hair. Fingers slowly making circles on your stomach, he slides his leg between yours. 

Your eyes close as you enjoy the warmth of his body against yours. 

A loud bang against the cabin startles you as the wind picks up. A gasp falls from your lips and you tense against him. 

“It’s okay,” he murmurs against your scalp.

Relaxing slightly, you watch the flames dance against the wood and stones of the fireplace. 

His head moves to your neck, nuzzling against your neck, he presses a kiss to it. His lips were still slightly cold, but he was beginning to warm up much faster than you. 

Another kiss presses against your neck. 

“What are you doing?” You laugh quietly. 

“Warming you up.” He says between kisses to your neck. 

Moving your head slightly, “And how is this going to warm me up?”

His teeth graze your skin lightly before pressing a kiss below your ear. 

“I can’t let you freeze up here.”

“So your plan is to get my neck wet with your spit so it can get frostbite?” You joke lightly. 

“Stop,” he grumbles against your skin. 

His hand trails to your hip, gripping it, and he pulls you completely flush against him. You can feel him starting to push against his pants as he continues to place wet, open-mouthed kisses to your skin. 

“Does almost getting killed, getting separated from the rest of the group, and almost freezing to death in a blizzard get you riled up?” 

Instead of responding to you, he nips the skin where your neck and shoulder meets. 

You begin to shift to turn towards him, but his hand tightens on your hip. 

“No.”

His hand slowly starts to trail up and down your damp thigh. 

“Hold on,” you tell him. 

Your fingers work on the buttons of your bottoms, and he begins pulling them down before you were even done. 

His chilled fingers glide up and down your skin, making the goosebumps become prominent again, until they slip between your thighs. 

A gasp comes from your mouth as his cold fingers touch you lightly. 

“You’ve been hiding all the warmth down here,” he jokes lightly. 

Rolling your eyes, you shift your legs open slightly. 

His fingers slide up and down your opening, gathering some wetness, before lightly circling your clit. 

Your eyes close softly as you relax into him. 

Tingles radiate deep in your stomach throughout your body as he slowly rubs your clit. His fingers dip lower again and press into you. A moan falls from your lips as he curls his fingers inside you. He’s pressing harder into your ass as he fingers you, pulling quite gasps and moans, just wanting to make you feel good. 

His fingers pull out from you, and he slides his other arm out from underneath your head. He begins unbuttoning his pants while you kick yours off the rest of the way.

The soft tip of him presses into your skin as he rids his legs of his pants as well. Sliding his arm under your torso, his other hand pulls your leg up over his. “You’ve stopped shivering.”

You just ignore his teasing. 

His soft skin slides up and down your opening for a moment before pressing his tip into you. 

Inhaling sharply as he presses into you, a soft moan follows as he seats himself fully. He stays still for a second as your walls flutter around him. He’s enjoying the feeling of you wrapped around him. 

“Look who crawled into who.”

“Oh shut up,” you moan as you press your ass back into him. 

His fingers flex against your knee as he holds your leg. He slowly pulls out before pushing back in. Your head rolls over in an attempt to give him a kiss, which misses horribly, and you wind up kissing his chin in an awkward angle. 

Rolling his hips, he hits just the right spot inside you. A sharp gasp leaves your mouth as you clench around him; while a muffled groan emanates from his throat. Your arm wraps through his arm supporting your leg up as he fucks into you slowly. 

His right hand starts pawing at your clothed chest, kneading the tender skin covered by thick clothing, as his other hand caresses the soft skin of your bare thigh. 

Your hand travels down to your clit, and you begin working yourself as he fucks into you. 

The wind begins to pick up, beating on the rickety walls of the cabin, but it doesn’t even bother you at this point. 

His pace begins to pick up, and heat starts to travel through your body. Your skin was beginning to warm under his hand, and your fingers were no longer cold as they held onto him. 

Slick sounds were muffled slightly under the thin flannel blanket covering you two, but the moans leaving your throat were getting more frequent.

The movements weren’t fast and rough, but they weren’t slow. His hips keep meeting your ass each time he thrusts into you. Your fingers keep making tight circles, making you get closer and closer to cumming. 

His breath hitches in his throat as you keep clenching around him, like an attempt to drag in him further. 

The dull fire in your stomach was now competing with the one in the fireplace. Heat was coursing through your veins the closer you got, and it was almost beginning to get too warm. 

Not too long ago you were about to freeze to death, and now it feels like you were back in New Austin. 

The door rattles as the wind whips, but neither of you pay attention to anything but each other. Gasps and moans mix with the sounds of wind and crackling wood in the cabin. 

Your fingers stutter as the feeling becomes overwhelming. A cry rips from your throat as the feeling snaps deep within you. 

Javier doesn’t stop his rhythm as your fingers falter from theirs. Your eyes squeeze shut as he fucks you through your orgasm. 

Cusses and moans fall from your lips as praises as groans falls from his. The words were half coherent in your ear as the blood rushes through them. 

Your body un-tenses slightly as your orgasm dies down, and his thrusts begin to get sloppy. 

His nails were biting into your skin as he tried holding back a bit longer. The feeling of you wrapped around him felt like nothing he ever felt before. The way you reacted to his touches and words was unbelievable to him.

A loud moan follows his hips snapping into you. Warm cum flows deep into you as he grinds against you, and his hand was still gripping your breast like he was going to lose you if he let go. 

The cabin grows quiet except for the fire and the two of you breathing heavily. 

He doesn’t pull out immediately, he just stays inside you as he softens. He lets go of your breast and leg, and you slide your arm out from his arm. 

Pulling your leg back, he falls out as you shift. 

Your thighs clench as you lose the feeling of him inside you, and the temperature starts to get chilly again. It wasn’t as bad as it was, but still it was cold. 

His lips press against your scalp, and he shifts under the blanket. Cold air slips under the blanket as he moves. 

“Javierrr.” You whine playfully, “It’s cold.”

“Good lord woman, you’re ridiculous.”

Rolling your eyes, you shift to your other side. He was lying on his back now, so you nuzzle into the crook of his arm. 

He presses a kiss to your temple. 

Your face presses into his armpit, and your breathing slowly evens out. 

Your face is pressed against his shoulder, hand gripping the sheets on each side of his arms, as you roll your hips against his. Soft moans are muffled by his shoulder as you slide up and down his cock. 

His arms are wrapped around your back, holding you close to him, as you fuck yourself on him. 

“Fuck,” he groans out. 

You continue to slide up and down him easily, catching your clit against his pubic bone, as he holds onto you for dear life. 

Turning your head slightly, you begins to press wet, open-mouth kisses against his collar bone. One of his hands slides up your back, and tangles into your hair. Pulling your head back slightly, your lips leave his skin, and you look into his eyes. 

His eyes look wild and full of fire as he looks back into yours. They were so dark they almost look black as he stares into your soul.

Simultaneously pulling your mouth to his and meeting you in the middle, he crashes his lips to yours in a bruising kiss. His other hand slides down to you hip, and he grips onto it like he is going to lose you if he lets go. 

He begins thrusting his hips into yours as you continue desperately kissing him. You’re gasping and moaning against his mouth as he fucks up into you. His tongue is meeting yours between moans from the both of you. 

Your hands slide up to his face. Fingers tracing his cheeks and scars as you meet his thrusts. 

“God I wanna cum in ya now.” He murmurs against your lips. 

The confession makes you clench around him, gaining a deep groan from him. 

The windows were rolled down in your car and the stereo was blasting music. Happy decided to tag along with you when you announced you were heading to the store to grab a few things before heading home for the night. 

He was somewhat regretting it now. 

Not because you were a bad driver, but because you were screaming along to the songs blasting through the speakers. He was trying keep his eyes on the road, as if he was driving, but his eyes keep flicking over to you constantly. 

“IT’S HOTTTT WHEN YOU A HAVE A MELTDOWN IN THE FRONT OF YOUR HOUSE AND YOU’RE GETTING KICKED OUT”

Your hands were gripping the steering wheel as you had your own mini concert in the car. Swiping your head back and fourth, you continue singing.

“OH, GOD, OH GOD. PEOPLE SAY I’M JEALOUS, BUT MY KINK IS WATCHING 

YOUUUUuuUuUuuU

RUIN YOUR LIFE

LOSING YOUR MIND”

*a dramatic gasp for air*

“YOU DYING YOUR HAIR”

You snap your head to Happy. Who was looking back at you with little emotion, but you could tell in his eyes he was worried you were about to swerve off the road. But you weren’t going to because you just so happened to be sitting at a stop light this very moment. 

“YOU CRASHING YOUR CAR

YOU BREAKING YOUR HEART

YOU THINKING I CAREEeeEEEeE”

You look back to the stop light, and it turns green. Switching over to the gas, you leave the light. 

“PEOPLE SAYING I’M JEALOUS, BUT MY KINK IS KARMAAAAAAA”

Ok, Happy was most definitely acting like he was regretting coming with you now. He might act like it, but there was a small twitch to the corner of his lips as you laughed after dramatically singing. 

“If your kink is karma you should have told me that.”

Your head whips towards him, “WHAT?”

Muffled piano chords radiate through the floorboards of the hotel in Saint Denis. The water in the bath has gone from hot to cold even with Arthur sitting there with you; the bathtub is large enough to fit you both with enough room. 

You were seated against him, head resting back on his shoulder. Not often do the two of you get to have intimate moments like these. The two of you were getting fancy clothes and getting ready for this boat heist that Dutch thinks is going to be a big hit, but you know how it will go.

Disastrous, but that’s par for the course at this point. 

So, you were just enjoying this while you can. The water was getting cold enough that small bumps were beginning to prick on your skin. Arthur’s fingers run up your arm, enhancing the goosebumps even more, and his lips graze your ear. “Wanna get out? Waters gettin cold.” 

A small sigh falls from your lips as the water stirs as you get out of the tub. Looking back, Arthur’s eyes are looking low, then flick up to meet your eyes. You quirk an eyebrow at him, and he shoots a boyish grin at you. With a roll of your eyes, you grab a towel from the small table situated near the tub. 

His hands grip the edges of the tub as he hoists himself out behind you. Wiping the water droplets from your arms and legs, you wrap it around your body, and you hand him one as he steps out from the tub. He wraps the towel around his waist, and you watch the droplets of water run down his torso and disappear into the towel. 

The two of you make your way back to the room. Arthur’s large body shielding you in case someone comes upstairs while the two of you slip into the rented room. Opening the door, Arthur holds it open for you to go in before following you and locking the door behind him with a quite click. 

Small drops of water run down your legs as you walk towards the bed, rug plush under your bare feet, and goosebumps are still scattered across your body as the air chills as night blankets Lemoyne. The humidity clings heavy in the air still, but has cooled. Relief from the hot days is welcomed at night, but you know it will be muggy as the sun rises tomorrow. 

“Why don’t you get up on the bed?” He flicks his head to the side and a few strands of hair fall in front of his eyes. The words snap you from your thoughts, and you look over to him to see his hand leave the towel to push the strands out of the way while watching you stand at the side of the bed. 

You sit down on the bed and look at his brooding stance. 

“Why don’t you lay down?” He says with mischief in his eyes. 

A small smile ghosts over your lips. You were still sitting on the edge of the bed with your towel wrapped around your body. 

“You wanna try something?” He steps towards you.

“And what would that be?” Your eyes flick up as he is closer to you.

His hand reaches out to you, his fingers lightly trace down the side of your cheek, and he cups your jaw lightly. He is always so gentle with you, no matter what the case is. 

“Why don’t you lay with your head on the edge of the bed?”

You quirk an eyebrow slightly at him. 

“But if you don’t want to, you don’t have to,” he adds quickly. 

Pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth, you look at him with big doe eyes for a second. 

The sight is killing him already. You were sitting there, looking so innocent, with barely anything covering you just contemplating on if you should try what he’s saying or not. 

You shift slightly, causing his hand to leave your face, and you slide back on the bed. Scooting back further, you lean back, and your head rests on the other side of the bed. 

You’re just lying there.

Waiting. 

Hearing nothing from him. 

You shift up onto your forearms to see him standing in the same spot as the minute prior to you moving how he wanted you. 

“Well cowboy, you comin or not?” You tease, trying to ease the slight embarrassment of just sitting there while he did nothing. 

He clears his throat, and begins walking over towards the other side of the bed, grumbling something under his breath about you being a brat or something. 

“If you feel uncomfortable at all you need to let me know, okay?” He says to you as his other hand lets go of the towel. It drops to the floor, and his cock is half hardened already. 

“I know baby,” you reassure him. 

Stepping forward, his hand grabs ahold of himself while his other finds your jaw again. 

You open your mouth as he closes the space between the two of you, and he guides himself into your mouth. 

The soft skin of him slides easily over your tongue, and your hand grabs ahold of his thick thigh  lightly. Just to keep you grounded. 

He pulls back lightly, and pushes back in slowly. Your tongue pillows the top of him as he sinks deeper than the first time. 

As he pulls out you scoot back further so your head hangs off the bed more. When he pushes back in, he sinks much deeper than before. Hitting the back of your throat, he hisses as you choke with him deep in your mouth. The feeling caught you off guard for a second. This was not something you had done before, so it was a learning curve. 

His hand travels under the top of the towel still wrapped around you, and his rough fingers find your slightly hardened nipple from being chilly. He keeps his hips moving at a slow speed as he toys with your chest. Your eyes were closed in an attempt to keep yourself relaxed as he lightly fucks your mouth. 

You let go of his leg, and undo the towel. Hands opening the towel, and then going back to his legs. A quiet groan leaves his lips when the towel leaves your body completely. 

When his tip meets the back of your throat, he rolls his hips lightly to see if you would choke this time. His hand slides down your body, and trails lightly down your thigh. Back up, ghosting over your core, down the other, and back up. 

Sliding your legs up, you open your thighs for him as he begins to thrust a little harder into your mouth. Spit is coating him and pooling in your mouth as he works himself with you. His fingers slide up and down your core, causing you to moan lightly, and he presses his finger into you. 

A muffled moan comes from your throat as his cock fills your mouth, muffling any sound coming from you, and he begins to side his finger in and out of your wet cunt. 

“Fuck,” he groans. 

Another finger joins, and you moan again. Vibrations rippling around him from you moaning. 

His fingers slide out and circle your clit. Your hands tighten on his thighs. When he thrusts in again, you pull him closer. “Goddamn!”

You feel smug being able to make him feel like this. His fingers make tight circles on your clit, pulling moans from you, and he begins to snap his hips harder. Your hands slide around his thighs, and your arms hook around his legs. Pulling him closer, you hear a broken moan come from him. 

He keeps toying with your clit with one hand, as his other slide to your throat. Resting it lightly on your neck, his fingers flex on the soft skin as he feels your throat bulge as he fucks your mouth. 

“Fuck baby, you’re taking it so good.”

Your mind was not registering the words as well as it should. Blood was starting rush to your head from hanging upside down. 

The tingling was staring to form low in your stomach as his calloused fingers work you over. 

When he thrusts in, his hand tightens slightly around your throat, causing you to gag from the sudden change. Pulling out, you gasp for air from the sudden change in pace.

“I know you liked that,” he teases. “Because I felt your wet cunt clench around my fingers.”

Your cheeks feel hot. Unsure if it is from the blood rushing to your head, or the dirty words he keeps saying to you. 

Sticking your tongue back out, you lap at his reddened tip. Circling it. Closing your lips around it, as if you were giving it a kiss. His hand lets go of your throat, and his fingers find your nipple again. 

Without warning, he pushes into your mouth again. Hitting the back of your throat again. 

His fingers keep dipping in and out of you, circling your clit, and then repeating this sick teasing over and over again. He switches between your breasts, giving them ample amount of attention. 

Your nails were beginning to bite into his skin as the feeling was starting to become too much. Focusing on your clit, his fingers were pressing harsh circles as he pulled and toyed with your nipples. 

“Just let go baby,” he half moans. He looks down to see your throat is bobbing as he snaps his hips hard into you. Fingers continue the same motions that were pulling moans from you. 

Your body arches, and your hands press against his thighs in an attempt to push him away as you cum. Loud gasps and cries are muffled with his thick cock filling you mouth. Your thighs had snapped shut, but his other hand left your chest and pried your leg open. He keeps circling  your clit as you ride your orgasm out. 

Your eyes were watering now from gasping for air as he keeps thrusting into your mouth over and over and over again with no remorse now. It was getting sloppier with every thrust, until finally a gritted moan falls from his lips. 

He abruptly pulls out from your mouth, and jerks himself until hot ropes of cum coats your heaving chest. Cuss words and moans comes from Arthur as he empties himself over you. 

Your throat was sore as you gasped for air, and your eyes were watering from the actions his had done to you. 

He steps back, and reaches down to grab the towel he discarded earlier. Wiping your chest off, he throws the towel down to the ground again. His hands lightly slide under your shoulders, and he helps lift you up. You were still trying to catch your breath as he helps you sit up on the bed. 

Pulling the covers back, he guides you to slide over the comforter and lay on the pillows. You were slowing catching your breath back, and you pull the sheets up over your naked body. He walks around the bed to the other side, and slides in under the sheets. Sliding over to you, he snakes his arm under you, and pulls you to him. 

Resting your head on his shoulder, you close your eyes and lie there. His free hand reaches up to your face; his rough thumb wipes the tears that had fallen from your eyes. Gently, he rests his hand on your cheek. “I’m sorry baby,” he murmurs quietly. 

Opening your eyes, you look up to him. He looks upset. Like he did something he should have never done. It looks like someone kicked his puppy the way he was looking at you. 

“Why are you sorry?” You question. 

“I—I made you cry,” he pauses for a second, “You should have told me to stop.”

“Arthur,” your hand goes to his face, “If I wanted you to stop I would have told you to stop.” Your fingers graze his jaw, “Plus, I’m not crying. My eyes were watering from the angle and stuff, so stop your worrying.”

His jaw clenches under your fingers. It was like he was contemplating everything he has ever done while looking at you.

“I promise you,” you look into his eyes, “If I wanted you to stop, I would have said something thing. Don’t beat yourself up over this.”

“Okay baby,” he whispers. He moves his head down, and presses a kiss to your lips. 

A soft gentle kiss. 

So gentle in comparison to what the two of you were just doing. 

“I love you,” he says against your lips. 

After your little surprise for Arthur went by, he took it upon himself to use the camera while you two had some fun. He was a little heated because the man in Saint Denis saw all of you in ways he never should have, but that was all the more fun. 

Arthur had been spending some time in West Elizabeth recently, and he had bumped into a man called Albert Mason. During his time helping the strange photographer, he asked if it would be possible to teach him how to develop photos. Albert happily showed Arthur how to develop the pictures of the wolves he took moments prior to almost becoming wolf supper. 

He told you he had gotten them developed, but they were for ‘his eyes only,’ which annoyed to to be quite honest. It was your body in those pictures, well both of your bodies, but you wanted to see how they turned out. 

The two of you were at a place called Dodd’s Bluff, per Arthur’s journal, lying on the old bed under a thin blanket. There were some blood stains on the floor, but you weren’t going to ask Arthur what or who it was from. From time to time he liked to whisk you to far away cabins, love up on you, and then go about business. 

Your head is resting on his shoulder, and your left hand is placed on the middle of his bare, firm chest that was rising and falling in a slow manner. Looking up at his face, you see his lips are parted slightly, and his face was relaxed as he slept next to you. 

The thought pops into your head that the pictures would be in his satchel. Pulling the blanket back, you slide out of bed and grab his button-down shirt that was tossed carelessly on the floor. Pulling it on, you pad quietly to his satchel. Undoing the buckles of his satchel, your hand flips the flap open revealing some interesting things in there. This thing was like a magicians bag of tricks; the amount of things in here is ridiculous. 

Your fingers brush something soft briefly, causing your face to twist for a second, before hitting the stack of photos; you don’t want to know what you touched that was soft in there. Pulling them out, you lean against the small table that was pushed against the corner of the cabin from you two the night before. 

These don’t start off sweet and innocent like Arthur had the first time where it was pictures of some landscapes. The top picture is of his hand cradling your jaw with his thumb pressing down on your bottom lip as your teeth hold the tip of his finger. Your chest teases in this picture, just barley in frame, but showing that there was nothing covering your torso. 

The second one was your legs spread open wide with this fingers buried deep inside you. His middle and ring finger were curled inside your cunt while his pointer and pinky spread you open. 

Your thighs clench slightly at the though of his thick fingers fucking you just the way you like. 

The next his fingers are pushed into your mouth. What wasn’t pressed into your mouth was still glistening with your arousal. Your eyes were closed as you sucked in his fingers. He has a thing for you tasting yourself no matter how much he denies that when you say something to him about it. He’s always stumbling over words when you say something about being able to taste yourself on his lips or dick. 

His hand is wrapped around your throat in the next; you can tell his fingers were flexing against your skin lightly. Your lips were parted in this one, and your head was thrown back slightly. He was fucking you in this one. There was some pictures missing between the third and fourth one, but you two were busy to say the least. 

You can remember the words he said while taking the next one, your cheeks getting warmer remembering the dirty words he said to you, “Look at you letting me touch you however I want, fucking you however I want, and taking pictures of you just taking it. Maybe I should as Châtenay to do another exhibit, but it’s just pictures of you being fucked or you fucking yourself.” His rough fingers were pulling your nipple as your other pebbled breast was on display in the picture.

At some point you were on top of him, and the next photo shows that. You were lowering yourself down on him. Half of his cock was sheathed in you, your arms were bracing yourself behind you on his thighs, and your breasts were pushed out. 

Arthur loves to watch you cum as you ride him. He loves to watch your face scrunch with pleasure as you cry out. He especially loves to feel you cum as you ride him. Which exactly was happening in the next picture. Your fingers were buried between your thighs rubbing your clit, your hips were blurred slightly as you could tell they were rutting against his as your walls spasmed around him. Your head was dropped forward, eyes squinted shut, mouth open as you cried out in pleasure. Your other hand was on his stomach; fingers biting into the fleshy area of his stomach. 

The next you were between his thighs. Your hand was gripping his erect cock, and your tongue was licking up the length of him. Lapping up the sweet taste of yourself. He was glistening with your wetness, spit, and his own precum. His tip was darken and dripping under your touch. 

He doesn’t admit it, but you know he likes when you suck his dick. In the next picture his fingers are threaded in your hair, pressing your head down. Your nose was buried in the thick patch of hair at the base of his cock. You were taking him fully; cheeks hollowed out as you suck him. The picture doesn’t show it, but your throat was bulging from him. 

The thought of him deep in your throat was making your mouth water slightly. Arthur stirs slightly in the bed, causing you to look up at him, and he continues to sleep as you flip through the rest of the pictures. There were five left to look at. 

He was fucking you doggy now. Your legs were spread wide to accommodate his body behind you. The bottom of his belly was slightly in this picture, but the main focus was his cock dragging out of your dripping cunt. Your body was tight around him as he pulled himself away from you.

The next, his hand was gripping the fat of your ass, pulling it to the side to expose all of you to the camera. Nothing was hidden in this one. Your pussy was full of him, and your other hole was on display. The sight makes you feel shameful. Of all the pictures this one makes you feel the most embarrassed for some reason. Just the thought of him displaying everything like that felt taboo. 

His hand was buried in your hair once again, but this time he was using it as leverage to fuck you. Pulling your hair, he was flush against your ass in this one. 

This one was of your glistening pussy. It was dripping his cum, and his cum was painting the backs of your thighs. Sometimes he has a lot of cum, and that night was one of them. He was able to fill you up, and get some on your legs. A string of his cum was falling out from you. 

The last one was downright filthy of Arthur’s fingers pushing his cum back inside of you. The tips of his fingers were pressing into you as his cum coated the rest of them. If only he could take a video of him finger fucking you with his own cum.  

You place the photos down and look over at Arthur. He was sleeping peacefully on his back at the moment, but you have other intentions now. Walking over to him, you pull the blanket down revealing his naked body. 

Swinging your leg over his body, you lower yourself down on top of his hips. Nestling on top of him just right, you trail your fingers up his torso. You feel his cock twitch underneath you and your smile lightly. 

Rolling your hips, a quite involuntarily moans comes from him in his sleep. “Baby,” you say quietly as you trail a finger along his cheek. 

His eyes flutter open slowly, and a soft smile ghosts over his lips. “What ‘ch doin,” he rumbles. His hands slide up underneath his unbuttoned shirt you were wearing, and you see his eyes flick over to the table where his satchel is open and pictures are on the table. “Couldn’t help yourself could you?” 

This was something he wants to take a picture of: you nestled against his hips, wearing his shirt, hair messy, breasts threatening to spill out at any second. 

You lean forward. “Well they are of me,” you say against his neck. Your nipples graze against his chest as his shirt opens fully. Pressing a kiss where his shoulder meets his neck, you roll your hips once again. This time you feel something hard press into you.