A real life cowgirl

It was almost too much, the stimulation so intense you swore you had been on the verge of cumming for several minutes straight, unsure when the pleasure would finally boil over.

But your beloved roommates were unrelenting, never scaling back their ministrations for a second. Sadie sat between your legs where you lay on the mattress, hitting your g spot with every drive of her fingers inside you. Karen sat beside you, roughly tugging her own nipples, playing with her huge tits as she pushed the wand harder against your clit, causing you to gasp loudly, mouth forming a round o as more tears escaped the corners of your eyes.

“You gonna cum for us? Cover Sadie’s fuckin’ fingers?” Karen cooed. “You better give her that fuckin’ cum. All that work she’s doin’ for that little cunt.”

And that did it. Her dirty words sent a new heat surging through your gut, hot white swirling through you with increasing intensity as your orgasm ripped through you.

“Ohhhhh, good girl,” Sadie praised, taking in the sight of you gushing around her, the lewd squelch of her fingers accompanied by your loud moans. Your thighs shook as overstimulation set in.

“S-stop,” you cried, unsure if they really would listen. They had already gotten off on bringing you to tears before you had even had one orgasm, so who really knew what they wanted to do to you?

“Poor baby needs a break huh?” Sadie crooned. “That’s okay. Karen’s here to keep me company. Look at her and those fuckin’ tits. So goddamn sexy.”

Sadie and Karen rose to their knees, leaning toward each other until their lips were caught in a messy kiss. Wand cast to the side, their hands found the other’s breasts, swallowing moans with the clash of tongues and lips.

They were so goddamn hot. Surely there wasn’t a more beautiful sight. Unless… you shivered as a thought suddenly ran through you, a molten drop of heat settling deeply within your stomach. That fucking wand. What would it look like pressed against them right now? Still catching your breath, chest heaving up and down, you reached across the bed for the toy.

Karen released a surprised gasp into Sadie’s mouth as you slid the wand against her pussy, switching it on, foregoing the first setting, and the second, and switching it right to the third. Sadie chuckled, shimmying her hips closer to Karen so she could feel the vibrator, too. The groan that fell from Sadie’s lips was downright sinful.

Sadie pulled on Karen’s lip, tugging it roughly into her mouth before releasing it, a string of saliva connecting them. “I think you should ride that pretty face,” Sadie breathed, eyes hooded as she looked at Karen, gesturing her head toward you.

Karen’s eyes practically rolled to the back of her head at the suggestion, and she was quickly climbing away from Sadie and moving in front of you. Karen whined at the loss of contact with the wand, but she was more than happy to feel your tongue and lips instead. She pushed your shoulders, easing you back until you were once again laying flat on the mattress while Sadie grabbed the wand from you, taking it all for herself as she watched.

“What do you think, you ready for me?” Karen cooed, looking down at you with a smirk. You weren’t sure you would ever be ready, but seeing the two of them like that had you itching for more.

“Please,” you whimpered, eyes darting to Karen’s core, as if simply looking could draw her pretty lips to your face.

Karen settled down onto you, and you went straight to work, eating her sloppily, hungrily, like it was going to be your last goddamn meal.

“Oohhhh, that’s it, fuck,” she moaned, already snapping her hips back and forth, fucking herself onto your tongue.

Sadie was still using the vibrator, watching intently as Karen’s arousal covered your lips and chin. Her eyes wandered down to your own drooling slit. You gasped against Karen when two fingers made their way inside of you, curling until they found your g spot. You moaned as Sadie began scissoring her fingers just how you liked it, the vibration bringing Karen closer and closer to her peak.

“Thinks she needs something bigger, huh?” Sadie rasped, trying to keep her eyes from rolling to the back of her head as you took her fingers, took Karen’s fucking pussy on your face, all as the wand was still vibrating against her puffy clit.

“Fuck, think she does too. Needs a reward,” Karen rasped. If only you could see her pretty face, cheeks flushed, pupils blown, those pretty curls still framing her rosy cheeks, though your current totally normal roommate activities were certainly threatening to mess them all up.

Sadie chuckled as she traded the wand for her strap, fastening it on and enjoying the new vibration this toy brought. Careful not to pull you out from under Karen, she lifted your hips, settling a pillow underneath them before settling you back down. You released a muffled yelp when she delivered a swift slap to one side of your ass.

Normally, Sadie would have eased in, prepping you and the strap with plenty of lube. But between your prior release and the way you had been gushing down Sadie’s fingers, you were more than ready. She knelt between your legs, easily burying herself to the hilt in one smooth motion. And fuck did it feel good.

Sadie picked up the pace with every thrust, and Karen’s moans became higher and whinier the more she watched. You were already going dumb, losing control of your tongue and mouth, but Karen didn’t care, simply grinding against you harder, faster, taking what she needed.

“Such a good fuckin’ girl, lettin’ us take what we need, huh?” Sadie rasped, every movement now not only faster, but harder.

“Ugh, so close, Sadie,” Karen let out, garbled and slurred.

“Yeah? Oh, cum all over her pretty little face.”

That was all it took for Karen to reach her high, release gushing over your chin, tongue, even from the corners of your lips and onto your cheeks. But it was so damn hot you didn't care. Your own orgasm hit you like a freight train, your thighs shaking and hips stuttering uncontrollably as you opened your mouth in a silent scream.

“Good fuckin’ girls, ugh, my god. Gonna cum too. Let me see those titties.” Sadie pawed at Karen, begging her to come closer. Karen was out of breath, hardly able to process her request, but still, as if drawn by some unknown force to follow her words almost mindlessly, she worked her way toward Sadie.

You swore you nearly came all over again when Sadie took one of Karen’s nipples into her mouth.

The way Sadie was fucking into you and hitting your g-spot over and over, sending you spiraling into overstimulated bliss, you might just.

Your hand wove down to your clit, running your fingers through your puffy folds before circling just how you liked it.

“Oh fuck, yeah, you gonna gimme another? That's right, cum all over this fuckin’ cock while I split you open,” Sadie panted, her drawl becoming harder and harder to understand as she was quickly coming undone.

“I'm right there, Sadie, ohmygod-” you stuttered.

“Look in her fucking eyes when you cum,” Karen groaned, grabbing your chin in a way that had your eyes fluttering open, desperate to obey. A few more thrusts had you falling over the edge again, squirting down the strap until it was gushing onto Sadie.

Sadie shivered, abruptly throwing her head back as an orgasm racked through her, the most beautiful noises you had ever heard falling from her rosy lips.

And when all was said and done, everyone bathed and dressed, cozy and snug for bed, you found yourselves sprawled across your king bed, dozing into a sleep so sound, full of only the sweetest dreams.

The party had already started by the time you made it back to camp. There was a buzz in the air that you picked up on once you dismounted your steed. Probably just the imminent storm that was on the wind at the time, but part of you liked the idea that the energy from the people around you had created some sort of special spark. This was a moment you would keep with you forever, a moment you still return to today.

As you approached, tugging your gloves off, the blurry blobs finally came into view. First Arthur and Mary-Beth, the two of them swaying back and forth alongside Dutch and Molly, who were tangled up in each other’s arms. Molly caught your eye again, as she always had. Her beauty was captivating, breathtaking, something you only thought could be dreamt up. Dutch dipped her low and then tugged her back up into his embrace, those orange curls that were usually coiled tight sprung with her and were free just like her laughter. There was a bright smile that adorned her freckled face. You swore you had never seen anything prettier than that smile.

Music seeped out of the gramophone nearby and swirled up to join the clouds of smoke in the air. Finally you tore your gaze away from the beautiful woman to inspect a rowdy group sat around a table. There you found Uncle singing some silly song with Sean and Karen as Javier plucked his guitar. You were quick to join in on the fun. For just a moment, you felt the world outside of camp and your worries for what came tomorrow slip away.

The night continued, time becoming an afterthought as you drank and sang with your friends. Your family. As the alcohol settled in your veins your mind drifted back to Molly. The booze buzzed through you like the storm in the sky and soon you were stumbling back to Dutch’s tent, acting before thinking. There you found a very glum Molly, alone as usual, who was startled by your presence.

“Sorry.” You slurred, gripping tight to the canvas, “just got a little curious.” Molly had raised an eyebrow at that, you only remember because it was the one part of her face that wasn’t blurred. To her surprise, you moved closer, tripping over your own feet but still making it to her, nonetheless. Once you had, Javier played a note on his guitar, the start of a song, and Sean’s voice rung out.

O Mollie, O Mollie, it's for your sake alone

A smile crept up your face at that. You absolutely loved this song.

That I leave my old parents, my house and my home

You loved this song so much that you reached your hand out to Molly, silently asking her to dance.

My love for you, it has caused me to roam

She looked at your hand in confusion but you didn’t mind, because the alcohol was just begging for you to move.

I'm a rabble rouser and Dixie's my home

So you began to dance and twirl without a care, without Molly. Your moves were nowhere on beat, but that was the fun of it all. A part of you, even while drunk, was hoping that this would cheer her up.

Jack o' diamonds, Jack o' diamonds, I know you of old

Your laughter was almost as loud as their singing, joy bursting throughout your body.

You robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold

Molly watched you curiously, your carefree nature was new to her, and your interest in her was even newer.

O Whiskey, you villain, you've been my downfall

You had let out a shameless laugh at these lines, everything was funny to you right then. All of your worries floated far away.

You've kicked me, you've cuffed me and cause me to brawl

Someone grabbed your shoulder and you turned to find Molly stood up from her spot on the cot, her green eyes meeting yours. It looked as if there were a million things she wanted to say.

My foot's in a stirrup, my bridle's in my hand

You gripped her hand and pulled her into a tight embrace, there was no time for idle chatter. Dancing was the only thing on your mind so you began to lead her in an absolutely absurd dance, one that left the both of you dizzy.

I'm leaving sweet Mollie, the fairest in the land

Molly had to tug herself away, to catch her breath. Though, her eyes were still on you, you who still had so much energy and enthusiasm, you who spun and twirled around her. The song drifted into background noise, your giggles the only thing that could be heard right then. Molly couldn’t help the smile that broke through, like the sun shining through the clouds after a long rain.

“You’re a real funny one.” She commented but you were too caught up in your own world to catch it.

Your drunken buzz had died down to a low hum as you and Molly sat side by side in silence. The moonlight was shimmering off the lake in front of you, trees were swaying back and forth with each gust of wind, and frogs croaked a symphony nearby. You swore you could even hear a rumble of thunder in the distance. Clouds rolled overhead, dimming the glow of the stars above. That storm was even more fresh on the wind right then, but not a single drop of rain made it out of those clouds, if you recall correctly. The party behind the two of you was still going strong, though it was nothing but muffled laughter at that point.

You were the first to break the silence between you, with a question that had riddled your mind for as long as you could remember, “Do you ever regret comin’ here?” And you watched Molly’s gaze drop to her lap as she processed that. The true answer was written all over her face but she tried her best to deny it with a simple shake of her head.

Your response was a laugh of disbelief. The woman you knew wasn’t the woman everyone else had known at the time, that was obvious. Your view of her was completely different than anyone else’s, and you could tell how badly that had affected her. She was isolated, by the others and herself. Sometimes, even by you. You knew she was lying.

And she was, because Molly really did regret coming here. All the time. She would admit that to you over a glass of wine in a train headed to your future years later. But right now, in this moment you’re reliving, she only chose to share how lonely she was.

“I do not belong here. Not amongst these…” she searched for the nicest way to describe the gang of misfits. Nothing came to mind though and you watched as she let out a defeated sigh. It was obvious why she chose not to finish that sentence, she didn’t want to insult you. Or at least, that’s what you had hoped.

You parted your lips, desperately searching for anything else to say, anything else to fill the void. Even now you remember the words that were strung together and swirling through your mind: “you belong here” “I care about you” “I love you, I really do” but you stopped yourself, knowing that those remarks would have only made things worse. Instead, you let the silence linger between you. It hung heavy in the air, like the moisture that threatened to spill from the clouds above. As you sat there contemplating whether you should speak up or not, you tugged at the grass beneath you. A nervous habit that you still have to this day. Each innocent strand of grass after another pulled from the ground prematurely until you finally got the courage to speak up again, to ask her another question.

“Do you ever feel like…” you had paused to look her way, to inspect if she was listening or maybe even annoyed by you. All she did was meet your gaze and so you continued, “like the world has left you behind?” Quite often, at the time, you found yourself feeling that way. Insignificant, crumpled up and forgotten. Honestly, you had lived most of your life feeling like that and all you really wanted was to hear someone else say that they felt the same. And Molly did. She gave you a curt nod and turned to look out at the horizon again. The topic seemed to be a hard one for her so you decided it was best to leave it at that but it was nice to know you weren’t alone. Later, Molly would tell you that she wasn’t used to someone asking her these type of things, or even showing any type of interest in her. She appreciated it immensely but had no idea how to show that she did. Right then, though, you were convinced everything was slipping through your fingers because of how quiet Molly had become.

The silence settled over the both of you once and for all, like a warm blanket next to a fire. It was suffocating at first, the urge to just keep talking, to keep things positive, ate at you, but before you knew it, the feeling became something more. It became relaxing. A feeling that was so foreign to the both of you, so foreign yet so nice.

It took you a moment to realize that Molly shifted closer, but once you had, you wrapped an arm around her shoulder and tugged her close to you. Still, you’re unsure what possessed you to do such a bold thing. She then rested her head upon your shoulder, the warmth of your bodies mingling. A content sigh came next, from both of your lips, and soon you were resting your chin against her hair. You two sat there in a silence that was now full of understanding and peace. The party long forgotten as your hearts intertwined.

The sheets beneath you shift as you return to reality, the woman next to you finally rising from her sleep. She rises with certainty, stretching out her coiled muscles and yawning loudly. Those orange curls of hers a mess, the nightgown she sleeps in unbuttoned, rumpled, and falling off her shoulders to reveal her freckled skin. A shaky smile pulls up her lips as she meets your loving gaze, “Hey.” A greeting you have come to expect every morning.

You’re still unsure how someone like you ended up with a woman like her, a woman of such high society and standards. Sometimes you’re still awestruck by the sight of her. Sometimes all it takes is a kiss for you to remember how real this actually is. Your lips collide with hers, not the way they did last night. No. This time it’s just for good measure, for her to know the depths of your love. The love you struggle to articulate pours out from your chest and past your lips into hers, and when you pull away, the look on her face is priceless. Oh the look on her face could melt the coldest of hearts.

A second of silence passes, just like that night, but this time it doesn’t matter. This time the urge to fill it doesn’t exist. “What’s on your mind?” She asks after a moment, softly caressing your cheek and looking at you like you’re something worth living for. And maybe you are. A breathy laugh escapes you before you respond, the memories of that night still fresh in your mind, “The night we fell in love.” It’s the only way you can describe that evening.

“Which one?” She asks, genuinely curious, and you find your heart beating just a little faster.

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Tears were already brimming as John’s girthy length slowly worked its way in and out of your mouth, your lip tint staining his member and smearing to the corners of your lips.

You were on your return voyage to camp after a successful stagecoach hit with John when you had decided to stop for the night. Apparently, John hadn’t liked the way you were talking to the men you held at gunpoint. Said you were “leadin’ them on talkin’ to them like that” and “pushin’ those perfect breasts together just so they would look.”

Of course, you only had eyes for John, and the thought of seducing the victims of your robbery had never once crossed your mind. And deep down, John knew it. But sometimes, he just couldn’t handle how good you looked, those sexy curves, confident demeanor, especially behind the barrel of a gun. And despite the way his hips were snapping into your mouth, rougher by the second, he loved to hear you boss a man around. He had been wishing it was him you were talking to like that as he pried the lock box open, an increasingly difficult task as the blood was rushing from one head to the other.

And watching you sit by the campfire, tongue darting out to chew on a turkey leg you yourself had shot and prepared, was the final straw.

As he grabbed your hair, pulling it all into a ponytail he held by his fist, he knew this wasn’t simply about punishment for whatever he claimed you had said or done to those men. No. It was jealousy. Desperation. John’s longing to be owned by you, not the other way around.

And so, despite his cocky words, his bold claims, and his mean tip hitting the back of your throat with every thrust, John was quickly falling apart, growls morphing into whimpers as you hollowed your cheeks and swirled your tongue around him. Even as tears spilled down your face, you let him take you.

“Oh sh-shit, darlin’, takin’ me so well,” he cried, head thrown back, eyes snapped shut. He knew if he looked down at you any longer, he would cum faster than he wanted to. “You only take this dick, huh? Nobody else,” he babbled, releasing your ponytail so that both hands could find the back of your head, pushing you into his deepening thrusts. Your hands took purchase of his thighs as you tried to steady yourself.

“Prettiest, o-ohhh shit, prettiest fuckin’ lips. O-only place I wanna be,” he continued, the words bordering on incoherent. You could tell he was so close to falling apart for you. You pushed your head forward, taking him until you were audibly gagging, spit running down your chin.

“Ohhhh, shit, all yours. Gonna, gonna be so, so good for you,” he whimpered, rhythm faltering as he felt his orgasm approaching. “Ugh that’s it, please please please,” he chanted, desperately rutting into you as he chased his high.

With a broken, high-pitched, incoherent stream of words, he jerked into you, cum painting your throat as he shuddered and shook above you.

When he finally looked down at you, withdrawing himself and kneeling down to kiss you, not caring where your mouth had just been, it was a look of absolute admiration and warmth. He drew your lips between his gently before planting a kiss to your forehead. As you smiled back at him, you saw his cheeks turning a deeper shade of red, burning with more than just the heat of his orgasm.

“Sorry… for all that,” he mumbled, now a bit sheepish, casting his gaze downward.

You giggled. “You know you don’t have to apologize. But if you want to make it up to me…,” you trailed off with a wink. And of course, John was more than happy to oblige, jumping at anything to please his pretty girl.

It’s hot. Sweltering hot. Not even the hotel the two of you snuck off to is helping. If anything, it’s just making things worse. Instead of cooling off like you had initially planned, like you had promised everyone you were doing, you both gave into that building tension between you. The dam that was just waiting to burst finally did. It was loud and certainly wet, full of broken moans and sweat. Lots and lots of sweat.

It started with you taking your shirt off because of just how hot it is. Arthur was having trouble keeping his eyes off you after that, you in that tight corset of yours. Then he followed in suit, peeling off the sweat drenched fabric to reveal his broad chest dusted with the perfect amount of hair and a body that’s thick in all the right places. You couldn’t stop yourself from making some snarky comment, making a joke out of it so he didn’t pick up on how flustered the sight had you. And he just had to comeback with something even snarkier.

You were face first in the mattress in no time.

Since then, the past hour has consisted of extremely loud bed creaking and skin slapping. You’ve been riding him for at least thirty minutes now. The moans have died down, the passion long gone. Arthur is trying his hardest to look enthused but you know he’s just as out of it as you are. He has been piping up with something every now and then. In the most monotone voice he’ll say “that’s it” or “keep goin’” as if he really means it. As if he’s really going to cum from the weak little roll of your hips. Riding has never been your strong suit, in and outside of bed, you know damn well he’s getting nothing from this but he’s too stubborn to admit it.

You glance down to find that his eyes are closed, and his lips are parted like he’s having the best sleep of his life. This is just embarrassing at this point.

A few taps on his cheek bring him back to reality and he’s quick to start acting like he didn’t just fall asleep beneath you. “You’re doing so good.” He murmurs groggily through a shaky smile, but you aren’t even moving your hips anymore. It takes a minute or two for him to notice but once he does, he tilts his head up to look at you. There’s a scowl on your face and his eyes widen almost playfully at the sight.

“What?” He asks through a grin he’s trying so hard to suppress. The answer to that question is obvious, you know he felt it too, or the lack of it, and now he’s just trying to piss you off. You aren’t falling for it so you climb off him, his cock slides out of you quite easily because of how soft he is from the lack of pleasure.

Whatever jacket is on the floor is the first thing you pick up to wrap around yourself. Turns out it’s Arthur’s and he seems to find that quite amusing because he lets out a rough laugh from behind you. “Shut up.” You mutter out of sheer embarrassment.

Suddenly you feel exposed and flustered, as if you weren’t just face first, ass up for this man. It wasn’t supposed to go this way. Your feelings for Arthur were not supposed to be revealed so – obscenely. The moment was supposed to be perfect and heart wrenching and jawdropping. Words would spill from your lips. you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself and Arthur would be speechless but then he’d pull you in for a kiss and he would go on and on about how he shares the same feelings. That’s how he was supposed to find out. That’s how it was all supposed to go. Not like this.

Maybe your riding skills were so bad that he didn’t even take it as a confession. Maybe to him it was just another way to pass the time…

The jacket you have wrapped around yourself slips off your shoulders with just one tug from something behind you. You let out a gasp and whip around to find Arthur grinning up at you, overjoyed that your body is back on display for his wandering eyes. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed now, watching you with an appreciative look before wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you closer, “I ain’t done with you yet.” He whispers, punctuating his sentence with an added kiss to your stomach. The implication behind those words, the roughness of his voice laced in with the gentleness of his touch sends a jolt through you that goes straight to your core. Somehow you have to show your appreciation, you have to show him that your feelings go beyond whatever this is.

You lower yourself onto your knees immediately and he parts his legs to make room for you, knowing exactly what you have planned.

“Making up for lost time.” You mutter just to fill the silence and are quick to take his softened cock in your hand. The sound he lets out and the feeling of him immediately hardening in your palm boosts your confidence. Knowing that he is enjoying your touch is a nice change, considering he just fell asleep from your horrible riding skills. Maybe this’ll show him. You lean in and drag your tongue up his shaft, and once you reach the tip you make a show of it, swirling your tongue around knowing just how sensitive it is. That has him gripping the edge of the bed and groaning like a madman.

“God…Damn.” He chokes out, threading his fingers through your hair to keep some semblance of control, “You are good. At that.”

It seems you enjoy the praise because your lips are wrapped around him in no time. He begins guiding you lower, helping you take him into your mouth inch by inch. A few seconds pass as you hold him there before he can’t hold back anymore and has to jut his hips up. Tears prick the corners of your eyes as he hits the back of your throat and slide down your cheeks as he slowly drags you back up, to give you a moment. “You okay?” His words are soft, his concern genuine. You pull off him with a wet pop and let out a few quickened breaths, responding with a weak little nod. Drool dribbles down your chin as you attempt to catch your breath. He’s watching you, enjoying the mess he’s already made of you just by barely fucking your mouth. But there’s a sliver of worry in his gaze.

“You’re so easy.” He taunts, trying to distract himself from his own feelings. Quickly, he grabs the side of your face and pulls you up to him into a heated kiss. Then he’s scooping you up into his arms and lifting you off the ground. Your eyes widen and you let out a shocked yelp as you cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. A door is kicked open and you’re both blasted with a heavy, constricting heat. For a moment you barely register where he’s taking you until your bare ass is pressed up against the contrasting coolness of a railing and the sounds of horses and wagons passing by fills your ears.

“Arthur!” You shout but don’t make any effort to climb off him, or even cover yourself, you just bury your face in his shoulder. As if that’ll somehow stop the entire town from seeing your ass. The afternoon sun is high in the sky, glaring down angrily at the two of you and the town you’re now bared to. Sounds of people going about their days float up through the blanket of heat, but it doesn’t seem like anyone has noticed the two naked fools on the balcony just yet.

They’ll notice you soon enough though, because Arthur spreads your legs to make room for his cock and without warning, slips inside. You gasp, the unexpected stretch causing you to fall forward onto him. He pushes you backwards, pressing you harder against the railing, so he can get good a look at where the two of you are connected.

“Damn.” He grunts out at the sight, before slamming forward and eliciting a broken moan from your lips. “So much better in this position, ain’t it?”

“S-shut up.” You stammer, knowing he’s trying to fuck with you while fucking you. A rough chuckle rumbles out of him and he leans forward to get a good grip on the railing so he can hold himself up. This gives him more mobility and he’s rutting up into you roughly in only a matter of seconds. Your head lolls back and your eyes flutter shut as you claw at his back desperately and repeat his name over and over.

The words are on the tip of your tongue, the words you have wanted to say forever. You didn’t understand why they were held to such a high standard until you met Arthur Morgan. The walking contradiction. A man has never been both so fragile and so strong. So full of life and yet so cold and cynical. You’ve seen the joy that radiates off him when he is with the gang, but you’ve also seen the pure anger and guilt that eats away at him for being around them. You know that guilt better than anyone. Oh how you wish he knew how you felt, how you wish he knew just how much you understand.

But instead all he knows is the feeling of you bouncing on his cock, the feeling of you clenching and cumming all over it on the balcony of some shabby hotel in the middle of a busy town as the heat and pleasure suffocates you both. Your moans grow in pitch and it’s only a matter of time before someone -

“What tha hell is goin’ on up there?!” A man shouts from below, but you don’t stop moaning and Arthur doesn’t stop moving. Instead he leans over you to make eye contact with the stranger as he makes you cum for a third time. “None of ‘ya damn business!” He grunts out the best he can, his cock driving into you with sheer force. Never in your life have you dreamt of such a thing but the exhilaration sends sparks of pleasure bursting through your body. Your toes are curling as you wrap your legs tighter around his waist and cum yet again, your moans unapologetic and free.

Arthur is kissing all over your chest and no longer paying attention to the stranger watching. Though if he was, he would notice that a crowd is forming and maybe then he would stop. Or maybe not.

He’s flipping you over into a new position. You’re leaned over the balcony, facing the town now, the cold metal of the railing digging into the flesh of your stomach. That’s when you see the crowd of people, made up of curious men and a few women. They all seem quite intrigued by you and Arthur, by him fucking you from behind. Somehow the sight of all of them doesn’t frighten you. No, no, something about it is thrilling. There’s one man who catches your eye. He’s red-faced from anger and seething with rage. You watch as he stomps through the crowd right up to the front of the hotel.

“You better stop that!” He yells up to the two of you while shaking his fist, like his puny little effort is going to stop Arthur Morgan. Or you. Something about his anger is fueling. You slam your hips back onto Arthur’s to prove a point and he lets out a groan of excitement, gripping the flesh of your ass hard but in no way stopping you. He’s enjoying your sudden boost of confidence and so he stops thrusting, leaving the work up to you. This seems to make the man down there even angrier and he begins shouting profanities and insults your way. He even threatens to go tell the law on you. Pfft, what a joke.

Before you know it Arthur’s hips sputter forward and he’s spilling white hot cum deep inside of you, and as he does, he wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you up so he’s hugging you from behind. Your vision goes blurry and your mind goes blank, the shouting from the man below is muffled as stars dance in your vision. You’re tangled up in each others sweaty limbs and the aftermath of intensity.

“Arthur, I -“ you swallow the words that are threatening to escape, the words that could hurt more than anything. However, he’s pulled off of you by some man in a uniform before you even get a chance to finish.

You don’t even give yourself a moment to process what’s happening before you’re hurrying past them and straight back to your clothes, which you pull on sloppily. Once you’re back outside, Arthur is already in handcuffs. For public indecency.

“Sheriff, please!” You shout, putting on your most innocent voice. There’s a glare from him to you but he still stops in his tracks. “What is it, missy?”

“Oh, sir, we’re just so sorry. We got so overtaken by pleasure. Well, we weren’t thinkin’.” That earns you another glare but a softer one this time, you seem to be getting through to him. Arthur is biting back a smile. It’s not the first time he’s seen you use that charm of yours on a lawman but something about this feels special. Maybe it’s because he’s naked and handcuffed and not in a good way, and you’re trying to free him like he’s some damsel in distress. That and he just had some great sex.

The sheriff takes a deep breath and then shoves Arthur forward with a grunt, “Fine, but if I see you two doing anything like that again, I won’t hesitate to throw you both behind bars.” And then he’s off, cocky as ever.

“That was easy.” Arthur says, and you glance up to find him standing there, still naked, with a hand on his hip. His entire body is glistening with sweat in the wicked sunlight. Your throat goes dry and you can’t take a proper breath. The heat, your feelings, and those words are weighing you down, the words you keep trying so hard to say. The sheets on the bed, as you sit down, are bunched up and dirty, wet and sweat-drenched. Just like you. A quick breath through your nose and out your mouth brings a brief moment of peace.

How do you word it? Those three words that could ruin it all. You start with I and end with you, yeah, but is that really how it’s going to go? Are you really going to end up with the you that you want?

Arthur is studying you from afar, the intensity of his gaze prickling your skin. “Quit starin’.” You grumble, the annoyance an act that you hope he doesn’t pick up on. There’s an audible huff from him before he’s in front of you, tilting your head up so he can look you in the eyes, “Quit lyin’, then.”

Your lips part on a question that you already know the answer to. Arthur knows the feelings you hold for him, he’s known for a while. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it, even if it frightens him more than it frightens you. A part of him wants, no needs, to hear you say those words.

They finally form deep in your chest, in between your lungs, they bubble up from there and push past your lips. The last person you had told this to chose betrayal over anything else. That was five years ago. The words crackle out of you like you’re the gramophone that Dutch holds so dear.

“I love you, Arthur Morgan.”

There’s a sincerity laced in, one that only came along with time.

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While you had been with men and women in the past, you had never hooked up with more than 1 person at a time, and certainly not the mixed company you currently found yourself with. Every nerve ending was on fire, and yet, it was almost so much you weren’t sure where one touch began and another ended. You limply propped yourself up between them, soft moans pouring from your mouth as they had their way with you. 

Suddenly, Abigail was climbing to the foot of the bed, roughly yanking your feet toward her, dragging you down the bed until your exposed core landed at the end of the mattress. Despite her quick, commanding movements, she paused, meeting your eyes. 

“You doin’ alright?” she asked, her expression sweet yet hungry. You gave her a quick nod, still trying to convince yourself that this was in fact real and not just some cruel wet dream. You were quickly brought back to reality as Abigail dipped her head lower, eyes not leaving yours, and licked a fat, wet stripe up your folds, quirking an eyebrow suggestively as her tongue reached your clit, a smile dancing on her lips. 

Your head dropped back, meeting John’s steady, firm body where he knelt on the bed behind you. His fingers wove through your hair, lightly teasing your scalp and brushing out your soft locks. Abigail’s tongue flickered back through your folds, licking and swirling until she finally concentrated her efforts on your sensitive bud. 

“How does she taste, Abigail?” John rasped, voice husky and strained with lust. 

“Like a dream, John. Can’t wait ‘til you get to try.” Then Abigail was right back to your clit, gently sucking and darting her tongue back and forth. John’s hands traveled from your hair to your breasts, kneading your tits in his palms, occasionally taking a nipple between his fingers and pinching lightly. If they kept up like this, you were going to cum, and soon. You weren’t sure anyone had ever gotten you there this quickly. 

Your legs began to shake, which only encouraged Abigail to pick up the pace, eating you like it was her first damn meal in months. When 2 fingers began prodding at your entrance, collecting your slick before she pushed them inside, it was all over. Just as her fingertips became fully seated, you were covering them in your release, chanting Abigail’s name like a prayer as you came. 

As you rode out your orgasm, you felt Abigail chuckle against you, absolutely delighted to see you fall apart. As you stilled, she ran her thumb over your clit, your hips bucking up as you groaned at the overstimulation. Her eyes left your core to admire John, face flushed, pupils blown, and cock now standing at full attention. 

“Ugh, take a look at this perfect pussy,” Abigail cooed, motioning for John to assume her spot. “Such a good girl, cumming for us.”

Her praise made you whimper. You opened your eyes, watching as John’s cock bobbed up and down with each movement. When John caught sight of your dripping cunt, he threw his head back, moaning as he reached a hand out to see just how wet you really were. 

“Look at what you did to her,” he growled. “My pretty little wife. Not so innocent, huh? You done this before?” he asked, half joking, and half out of true curiosity. 

Abigail only winked, leaving his question for both of your imaginations to answer. “Well what are you standing there waitin’ for, John? Ain’t she been good enough? Think she deserves a reward.”

“Fuuuck, darlin’, yeah?” John sighed, gently stroking his cock, now flushed red and dripping.

Abigail gave another wordless answer, assertively guiding John’s member to your entrance, causing John to release a throaty groan as Abigail coated his tip with your slick. Then, Abigail lined him up, nudging John’s hips forward as he slowly stretched you open. 

You were still soaring from your first orgasm, but their time spent in admiration of you had granted you a small reprieve. Their touch felt intense, but no longer painfully overstimulating. 

John’s cock was so big. Now you understood why Abigail hadn’t just abandoned him all those years ago. He had at least one rather sizable redeeming quality. That being said, Abigail was stunning enough to win anyone over, and John was lucky the two of them had worked out. 

John had only just now become fully seated inside of you when he groaned, “Ughh, Abi, I’m not gonna last. Fuck.”

“Yeah? Poor baby’s already fucked out?” Abigail taunted. “Never can fucking take it. You better make her cum again or you’ll regret it,” she commanded. 

John gulped, letting out a shaky sigh as he tried to steady himself. He thought of anything that might distract him; shoveling cow shit, burnt coffee, the wolf attack, Micah. But he was barely hanging on, praying he could last long enough to draw another orgasm from you. He knew better than to think that Abigail’s threat was just talk. 

“C’mon. She ain’t gonna feel anything if you just stand there,” Abigail prodded, delivering a firm smack to his rear that made him jolt forward. John began to thrust slowly in and out, sending delicious waves of pleasure through your core and down to your toes. His cock brushed against your g spot with every stroke, pressure building in the pit of your stomach. 

When Abigail was satisfied with his pace, she climbed back up the bed, seating herself right over your face. Your eyes shot open, eager to get another look at her beautiful cunt. 

“You think you can make me feel good, too?” she cooed, her warm, safe eyes a sharp contrast from the dominating look she had given John just seconds ago. 

“Yes, fuck,” you whimpered, eager to please. “Please.”

Abigail lowered herself down as you eagerly darted out your tongue to meet her. You let out a shaky breath as you felt just how wet she was. In seconds your chin and nose were already covered as you ran your tongue through her puffy folds. The sound she let out almost made you cum then and there. Her taste, her sounds, John’s long, girthy cock, it was too fucking good. You found yourself praying this wouldn’t only be a one time thing.

“Abigail, fuck, oh my god,” John grunted, reaching down to rub your clit, desperately hoping you were almost there. 

“Don’t you dare cum yet, John. God, she’s so fucking perfect,” Abigail cried as she fucked herself onto your face. Her thighs shook as you took her clit into your mouth, your groans adding to her pleasure. 

“Fuck - I can’t -” John stuttered before his hips jolted, movements abrupt and uncontrolled as you felt his warm release coat your walls. “Shit, oh my god,” he trailed off, his brows knitted closely together as he rode out his orgasm. 

Shit, you had been so, so close. You never stopped working your mouth against Abigail’s core, but you were sure as hell waiting with baited breath to see what exactly she was going to do now. You just hoped she wouldn’t get off. You wanted to feel her fall apart on top of you, and you would be damned if John took that from you, too. 

John stilled, his head fallen forward as his cheeks flushed hot enough to catch fire. “I-I’m sorry, Abi, I didn’t mean-”

“Why did you stop?” Abigail interrupted. When John didn’t respond, she leaned across your body, slapping John across the face and grabbing his chin, forcing him to look at her. “Did I tell you to stop, pretty boy?”

“N-no,” he whimpered back. 

“Then keep fucking her with that stupid little cock of yours.”

“Please,” John protested, eyes wide and pleading.

Abigail’s eyes were shooting daggers back, daring him to do anything other than what she had commanded. 

“Fuck,” he cried, realizing he had no option but to keep fucking you. John whined as he thrust his hips forward and back, a bittersweet concoction of pain and pleasure swirling through him as he reestablished his pace. 

“That feel better, sweetie?” Abigail cooed, smiling as you moaned in agreement beneath her. Who knew that Abigail had such command in their bedroom? When you really thought about it, though, it made sense. She had him absolutely whipped in every other aspect of their life, so you weren’t sure why you had imagined sex to be any different. It felt right, you and Abigail taking care of each other as she whipped John into submission. 

“Good. Now, you don’t cum until you’re ready. Use that boy for all he’s got,” she laughed cruelly, though her voice was becoming progressively shakier, your tongue and mouth pulling her apart minute by minute.

John’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as Abigail shuddered on top of you. The sight of his pretty little wife becoming unraveled by the very woman he was drilling into was threatening to pull him apart again. He felt a flicker of hope noticing what Abigail’s dirty talk was doing to you, a faint line of arousal forming around the base of his cock. 

The three of your moans were growing louder and louder, movements becoming faster and frantic. 

“Oh shit,” Abigail gasped, hardly able to hold herself up as she abruptly announced she was cumming. As you helped Abigail ride out her orgasm, you felt yourself on the edge of your own, the coil threatening to snap at any second. 

“John, fuck, keep going,” you cried. John responded by thrusting into you faster. The heightened pain of his thrusts would be worth watching you cum all over him as you lapped up his wife’s release. He swore he had never seen Abigail cum so hard, and he had certainly never seen anything so erotic. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, toes curling, vision going white behind your eyelids as you moaned loud enough to be heard half way across the world. 

Fuck. It was decided. This absolutely could not be just a one time thing.

The glow of the morning sun seeps in through the cracks of your tent. You woke up a couple minutes ago, groggy and disappointed, because of how bright it is. A particularly good dream was playing out and it was just getting to the best part before you were rudely awakened. You snatch your journal up off the table nearby and turn over onto your stomach to start writing about your dream, not wanting to forget it.

You took up journaling not too long ago. Mostly because you’ve seen Arthur writing in that journal of his and found it strangely inspiring. You'd usually write about whatever was on your mind throughout the day but lately you've been having some extremely wonderful dreams, so you decided to start writing them down too. Most of them are about the man you've been sleeping with and this one wasn't any different. It was supposed to be a one time thing, just a quick fling between two people who wanted to relieve stress, but he seems to have taken a liking to you and in all honesty, you've taken a liking to him too.

The ink furls out onto the pages as you meticulously spell each word. Starting with how vividly you could feel his hands on you. It was like he was really there. Ever since the two of you started sneaking off together your mind hasn't been able to settle. It doesn't help that you fell asleep wrapped up in one of his jackets and now you and your entire cot smell like him. The pen flies across the paper as you get closer and closer to the best part. Everything is playing out perfectly and maybe you can even fill in the gaps of your dream using that wild imagination of yours.

Before you can continue your fantasies the front of your tent soars open and a large shadow blocks out the sunlight that would've followed, causing you to jump. You slam your journal shut and cautiously turn your head to see who it could possibly be. There he is. Charles Smith. The man from your dreams standing there with his arms crossed firmly over his chest and a deadpan expression on his face. "Looks like I found what I was looking for." He says, not making any effort to actually step inside. You tilt your head to the side, about to question him on what that means but he lets out a deep chuckle before you can and asks, "Isn't that my hoodie?"

Your eyes dart down to the hoodie in question, green and washed out and oversized. You've had it for quite a while and surprisingly he hadn't noticed its absence until just now. The easiest thing to do would be to give it back to him and call it a day but any chance you get with him is exciting so you choose to mess with him by responding with the most innocent, "…No?" And as soon as you meet his gaze again, you catch him rolling his eyes at that. You suppress a giggle and sit up, fully prepared to get on his last nerve. He takes a few steps over to you, the tent flap swishes closed behind him, leaving the two of you alone in the small space. A few seconds of silence pass, before he's holding his hand out to you with an expectant look on his face. As if you're just going to give in that easy. You wrap the hoodie around yourself tighter and let out a content sigh, peeking up at him afterwards to get a glimpse of how he's going to react. The glare he gives you is lethal. “Come on.” He snarls, “Not with the week I had.”

You know the past couple of days haven’t been easy for him or for anyone, really. The gang has all had to move yet again because the pinkertons are closing in and yesterday afternoon Charles had stumbled into camp drenched in blood, followed by Javier and Arthur. Where that blood had come from? He wouldn’t tell you. The only thing you could get out of him was that “Bill started it.” As much as you have always been sweet on him and as much as you are all for giving him a break, right now isn’t the time for that. Not when he’s looking at you with so much intensity and not when it’s only a matter of time before he takes things into his own hands. Oh and especially not with the way that dream of yours was going…

“Give me a kiss and I’ll give it back.” You suggest through a wild grin, knowing that will certainly get him more riled up and honestly after that dream you had, you could really use a kiss. Charles’ glare seems to intensify before he lets out a defeated sigh and shakes his head at you, “Please. Not now.” He mumbles. It’s obvious he’s not in the mood for your teasing but that has never stopped you. So you lean back on your hands to stand your ground, not making any effort to take the hoodie off. “Then I guess it’s mine forever.” You gloat, puffing your chest out to put the hoodie on display which Charles tries his best to ignore. Teasing him is fun but you’re also very comfortable in the hoodie, that’s the main reason you don’t want to take it off. It covers you like a warm blanket, like his embrace. It’s a reminder of the nights spent with him, of the tenderness he has shown you.

Though, there’s nothing tender about what he does next. He grips your waist, pulls you forward on the cot and tears the hoodie off of you in a flash. It’s agressive, quick, and strangely hot. You’re way too shocked to say or do anything during and after, except for gasp in sheer disbelief. That grin of yours has been wiped clean off your face and is now sitting peacefully on Charles’ lips. “I wasn’t in the mood.” He remarks. All you can do is blink at him in amazement as you watch him pull the hoodie over his head. Of course he wasn’t… I mean, you were expecting and desperately wanting some sort of reaction, any kind of reaction. Especially with the mood he was in. But this was far from what you had in mind.

Finally, you pick your jaw up off the floor. “You -“ the words get caught in your dry throat and you have to swallow hard before you continue, “you didn’t give me a kiss.” And he raises an eyebrow at that and huffs out a laugh, obviously finding your reaction amusing. Before you know it he is leaning down and finally giving you that kiss, slow and sensual at first but it quickly melts into something else, something you couldn’t even dream of, causing your brain to short circuit. Seriously, if your brain wasn’t mush right now, if your fingers weren’t tangled in his hair and his tongue wasn’t already in your mouth, you’d remind yourself to never underestimate him again.

Huh. Maybe you should write that in your journal.

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The cool evening air glides over your bare skin, sending a shiver through you. You stand in the pale of the moon with your arms wrapped tight around your slick body, shielding yourself from the bitter wind. Water slinks down your sides and drips into the earth beneath your feet.

Looking out at the illuminated lake, at the moonlight dancing across the surface, serves as a nice distraction from your demanding thoughts. It fills your mind with images of a world so far away, yet so close. The home you left behind… It leaves no room for memories of lips crashing, bodies intertwining, breaths mingling. One deep breath of your own brings along the smell of wet dirt and decay, filling your senses up just right. A long exhale rids you of anything that’s unneeded. Those memories, for example. Memories of long nights, ones that felt just like this.

Your clothes had quickly been discarded. That’s always how it went when the two of you were alone. No words, no thoughts, just lust. Javier didn’t seem the type. He was awkward around everyone. Filling up the space with as many words and as much music as he could add to keep himself sane. You expected him to be slow to burn with you, dwindling down to the wick after shared experiences and stories of past lives. Yet, he melted fast.

Too fast.

He was always eager to please when it came to you, always ready on his knees whenever the opportunity came. That’s where he was then. The night it all was supposed to end.

He was on his knees staring up at you through glossy eyes. You had seen that look many times before, felt those fingers curl inside you, felt that tongue glide over your clit. Countless of times it had made you cum.

Not this time, though. Not anymore. Your body shook and burned with unfulfilled desire. But never with an orgasm.

You needed something more.

Something real.

That’s why you need to forget those nights. Nothing comes from loveless sex, burning passion with no meaning.

Not for you, at least.

Though, you can’t help that your thoughts always drift back to those moments shared. How those moments still linger within. And how sometimes, you need to do something about those lingering thoughts.

You lower yourself onto the ground, lying flat on your back. Blades of grass brush up against your spine. Slowly, you spread your legs open, baring yourself to the moon and the stars. A memory bounces around in your mind as you slide your hand lower and lower. Past your rib cage, over your stomach, to the top of your crotch. Fingers rest in the coarse hairs that adorn that sensitive area. You know it’s wrong, you really should put it to rest. Give up on a love that never existed. You’ve tried so hard to forget, yet your body betrays you every time.

You let your eyes flutter shut as the memories come rushing back to you.

Moans. Thick, long strokes. The stretch, the squelch. God, the look on his face.

Your fingers trek through your wetness. With one slow, languorous movement, you begin touching yourself. Unable to stop, unable to control your thoughts.

More images come flooding back.

Inch by inch you took him. The slap of skin over and over, and over as you rode that cock. The way he squeezed your hips and bucked up into you. Your head thrown back in ecstasy, your knees so shaky you could barely hold yourself up, but you just kept going. Like you always did when you got on top of him.

“Oh god…” you choke out, your fingers moving on their own volition. Whimpers and moans spill from your lips freely. They mix with the sounds that ring through your skull, the grunts and whiny groans that echo within.

Javier begged you, “please, please, let me cum!” Then you had let him, and he fumbled to pull out of you, spilling messy spurts of cum inside and outside of your body. The sounds he always made from his overwhelming release made you weak then, and they make you weak now.

Your fingers move even quicker, your thumb is rubbing mercilessly at your swollen clit.

He cleaned you up after, licked away the mess he made on your thighs and stomach. With only a few swipes of his tongue. “There. All clean.” He had muttered proudly, like it was his greatest accomplishment.

You’re clenching around your own fingers already, arching your back, clawing desperately at the grass above you.

You’re so close…so, so close.

Until you hear the crunch of gravel behind you, the quick footsteps of someone approaching.

Shit, shit, shit. Your clothes are too far from where you lay and the person is way too close, the only thing you can do now is pray the ground beneath you will open up and swallow you whole.

There’s a few more quick steps and then they come to a halt.

You cautiously tilt your head back, afraid to see who it is that caught you.

It’s…

Javier.

Of course.

Something flutters inside you at the sight of him. Anxiety? Or is it arousal? Or both?

Definitely both.

No words are spoken between you two, there never really has to be. That look in his eyes is all you need to see to know he still wants you. And god, you obviously still want him. That’s why you don’t stop him when he lowers himself onto his knees in front of you.

You shift, tugging your fingers away and wiping them on your thigh but before you can move your hand any further, he grips your wrist.

His gaze is sharp, darkened by arousal. Javier has never been the dominant type and in all honesty, his attempts at being dominant are quite amusing to you. But you’re too turned on at this point to waste any time laughing at him so you quickly move your shaky fingers back to where they just were, obeying him just this once. You spread your legs wider to give him a better view, he leans back with a grin and watches as you touch yourself.

Soon, there’s the clink of metal and the sound of leather being pulled through fabric, you don’t have to look up to know that he is getting undressed. But you look up anyway, because you’ve never been immune to the sight of him.

The moonlight is illuminating all of his best features. His pants are halfway down his thighs, he couldn’t bother taking them all the way off. His cock is already on display, hard and glistening with pre-cum. Your fingers speed up almost instantaneously. Your lips part on a broken moan. There’s a low chuckle from him and then he wraps his hand around himself to join you. His eyes stay fixed on where your fingers are moving, on the way you pleasure yourself. Your eyes stay fixed on the hand on his cock, on the way he pumps himself.

It’s not long before you’re crawling over to him and replacing that hand of his with your own. You just can’t help yourself. He leans back, thrusting up into your hand and groaning out profanities. Soon his fingers are on you to repay the favor. Rubbing gently at first but then he tries matching the speed you’ve set and you’re seeing stars.

“Oh yes! Javier, please don’t stop!” You moan out to him and he responds in kind with a whiny moan of his own. You’re grinding down onto his fingers, seeking the overwhelming friction and he’s rutting up into your hand. Both of you are so desperate and so so close…

Why are you even allowing yourselves this moment of pleasure? Tomorrow will surely bring more pining, more unneeded tension. It’s foolish. Foolish and hopeless. It should be over. You promised each other that it was. These late night visits, these fleeting moments that only the two of you know of. There’s nothing that could grow from this, no matter how hard you try. And yet, that’s never stopped either of you.

Just one last time, you cum for him.

Just one last time, he cums for you.

One last time.

That’s all it is.

a/n: I genuinely hate how I wrote this one. I promise the others are so so sooo much better than this

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With fall now in full swing, you had found just the movie to match your autumnal mood. Set in a small, mountain town, it told the tale of two friends, who had left the city behind for a new life somewhere slower. And as they came to find themselves and find peace in their new rural village, they came to find each other as well. 

You found yourself connecting to the film, reflecting on your own journey with Abigail, how you had come to find each other, how life felt so relaxing and meaningful with her. 

Soon, however, the movie took a twist you hadn't expected, though not one that disappointed you. You must have missed the R-rating, suddenly very aware of Abigail’s body against your own as the two lovers finally came to enjoy each other’s. 

While one of Abigail’s hands remained in your hair, still stroking your head gently, the other found its way to your leg, rubbing back and forth over your skin until she stopped at your inner thigh, gently kneading the skin as her fingers brushed closer and closer to what lay between them.

You turned to look at her, the movie now nothing more than a glow in the background. You found yourself admiring the way the light caught her face, her perfect nose, lips, and eyes. You blushed when her eyes met yours. She bit her lip, not so subtly raking her eyes down your form before they traveled back up, stopping at your lips.

As she leaned in to kiss them, her hand crawled from your thigh to your waist, over your stomach, working her way under your shirt until she reached your breasts. Deciding one hand wasn't enough, she unwound the fingers in your hair to grab your other breast. You moaned softly as her fingers circled your nipples, drawing your lips between hers over and over as you worked yourself up against her mouth. 

Your hands took purchase of her waist, fingers dipping lower and lower down her sides with every ebb and flow until your thumbs were drifting down the v between her legs. You could feel the heat radiating from her core, intoxicating heat, making your mind fuzzy, unable to focus on anything but taking more of her. 

Your fingers wove their way back up to the top of her soft pants, tugging at the drawstrings until they were loosened. 

“Whaddya say we take this upstairs?” she said, eyes glimmering with suggestion, the air around you hot and heavy.

You found yourself pinned underneath her on the bed, kisses growing more frantic. Her soft, warm tongue explored your mouth as you cupped her large breasts, her nipples hardening under the single piece of fabric separating your skin from hers.

Your hand traveled to the hem of her shirt, gently tugging the fabric upward. Breaking the kiss for only a moment, Abigail helped you lift the fabric overhead, her breasts now fully displayed. No matter how many times you had seen them, you would never get over how perfect they were, a jolting wave of desire shooting straight to your core at the sight. Your hands quickly returned to her chest, running your palm and fingers over her perky, pebbled nipples, swallowing Abigail’s moans as your tongues continued their dance in your mouth.

Though Abigail had entertained your silent request to remove her shirt, your command in the bedroom was always short-lived, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. Her mouth traveled across your cheek, down your neck, then back up to find your ear. You shivered as she took the shell of your ear lightly between her teeth.

“Let’s get these clothes off,” she drawled, voice sweet and soft, yet laced with danger.

Before you could even reply she was whisking your shirt up over your head and tugging at the strings of your shorts. You lifted your hips, allowing her to strip you bare in one swift downward motion. Now sitting between your legs at the end of the mattress, she quickly grabbed your shins, pushing your knees toward you until your feet lay flat on the bed, your cunt fully exposed. 

Your eyes shot back and forth between the gorgeous smile she wore and the way her arms were pushing her tits together as she held you in place, unable to decide which you admired more.

“Such a pretty little thing,” Abigail hummed, lowering her head to lick a warm, wet stripe up your cunt. Your hips bucked into her mouth involuntarily, already enraptured by the feeling of her mouth against you. “So sweet, too.”

She planted a series of soft kisses against your folds, skipping over your most sensitive spot, not yet giving you the satisfaction of her lips where you needed them most. Her eyes flicked up to meet yours, silently demanding you hold her gaze, daring you to look away and see what would happen. 

“Please,” you whimpered, unsure how much more teasing you could endure as her kisses continued to roam your core. You felt Abigail smile against you, drinking in your desperation. Just to see if you could take it, she licked a mean stripe up each lip, tongue ghosting over each side of your clit, taunting you. “Oh my god, Abby, please,” you cried, brows furrowing in concentration as she chuckled darkly against you. 

“Please what?”

“Please just touch my clit, oh my god,” you stammered.

“Such a good girl, asking so nicely,” she sang. “This what you wanted?” Finally, she drew your clit between her lips, her head rising and falling as her warm mouth took you over and over again. Her tongue darted out, drawing circles on your clit as she kissed the sensitive bud. You were thankful when her eyes snapped shut, allowing you to close yours without fear of retribution. 

Abigail’s ministrations were unrelenting, her tongue moving faster, lips kissing you more roughly as breathy moans flowed from your mouth. “Fuck - oh my god, I’m so close,” you gasped as that familiar tension coiled in your stomach. You whined as Abigail pulled away, not yet ready to let you plummet over the edge. 

“Abigail, please,” you groaned as she made her way back up your body to kiss your neck. 

“Mmm, you’re gonna need to earn it,” she giggled, delighting in how absolutely wrecked you had become underneath her in mere minutes.

“Please, I’ll do anything,” you whimpered, opening your eyes to meet hers. 

“Anything, huh?” she pondered, planting more kisses up and down your neck. 

“Please, anything - fuck.” Your breath hitched as you felt a finger ghost through your wet folds before coming up to grasp your nipple with an unexpectedly harsh tug. A harsh smack broke through the brief silence that had fallen over the room, Abigail’s eyes hooded with arousal as she watched your breast recoil from the impact of her hand.

You groaned as you slipped deeper and deeper into a lust-filled haze. 

“I think you’ll just have to sit back and watch me if you want it so badly,” she declared. Sitting up, she tugged her remaining garments down her legs. 

Shit, watch her? You weren’t sure you would be able to last just seeing her touch herself.

“Sit up against the headboard, and keep those legs open for me,” Abigail demanded. As you did what you were told, you watched her reach into the nightstand drawer and pull out a vibrating wand, casting it to the side for later. Fuck. Then, she planted herself across from you, mirroring your position, body upright, knees raised and feet planted, bearing herself to you. She placed one hand behind her to support herself as her other hand traveled southward. 

Your eyes followed her motions, her fingers diving straight to her dripping core. You moaned at the sight of the light catching the shimmering folds beneath her fingers, her dripping cunt nestled between. 

It was downright sinful how good she looked and your body screamed to reach out to touch her. But you knew such an action wouldn’t go unpunished as Abigail had commanded you simply watch. 

With every drag of her fingers through her puffy, wet pussy came a drawn out moan, half out of true pleasure and half just to try and rile you up. And it was sure as shit working. You were sure there was a puddle forming underneath you on the sheets as you writhed on the mattress helplessly, using every ounce of concentration to remember you weren’t supposed to touch her, yourself, anything. Just watch. 

You swore your eyes rolled to the back of your head when she brought her fingers to her mouth, locking eyes as she savored her own taste. God, you wish you were the one tasting her. Maybe any punishment she might deliver would be worth it. But no, you would try to hold on just a bit longer. Surely she had to reward you at some point, right?

Her wet fingers trailed down to her breasts, squeezing each one, running her fingers over her nipples, drawing soft circles around each. It was almost too much. 

“Please, Abigail, oh my god. Let me touch you, myself, something just - ugh I can’t take it,” you begged. 

She smirked, releasing a chuckle. “You know, I was thinking of using this vibrator all by myself,” she began, grabbing the toy from beside her, “but maybe… since you asked soooo pretty… I could let you share.”

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped you at the mere suggestion, desperate to see just how exactly Abigail meant to “share.” Scootching down to join you at the end of the bed, she notched her legs into yours, her pussy now dangerously close to yours, nestling the wand between the two of you, the head touching both your core and hers on either side. Before Abigail could even switch it on, you were rutting up against it, chasing any stimulation you could get. 

“Take it easy, cowgirl,” she laughed, grabbing your hips to still your motions. “After all, you wouldn’t want me to take away this reward, now would you?”

You quickly shook your head no, not wanting to risk a moment’s hesitation in replying. Satisfied with your answer, she finally hit the on button, drawing a moan from each of you as it came to life.

“Mmm, you feel that? That feel good on your pretty little pussy?” she cooed.

“God - fuck, yes, thank you, th-thank you,” you babbled, eyes clamped shut, head tilted back. 

“Such a good fucking girl, huh?” she praised, eyes raking down your figure, watching as you rode the toy in rhythm with her. “That’s it, baby. Can’t wait to see you make a mess for me.”

You babbled incoherently in response to her words, tears forming in your eyes as waves of pleasure rolled through you. Abigail could sense your orgasm already approaching again, turning up the speed of the wand in hopes of bringing you right to the edge. 

“Good girls get permission before they come,” she drawled between groans. “You better ask, pretty girl.”

You could hardly comprehend her words through the increased intensity, but you had heard enough to know you had to concentrate, you had to make sure you didn’t let go without thinking. 

“I’m almost there, Abby, oh my god please,” you gasped, thighs shaking, breath ragged. 

“Yeah? You gonna come for me? God, let me get there too, wanna come with you.”

The coil was growing tighter and tighter, threatening to take you there at any second, and you wouldn’t be able to hold back. But luckily for you, seeing you so helplessly fucked out was what sent Abigail to the edge. 

She barely choked out a “come for me,” as her own eyes rolled back, head dropping forward as she moaned loudly, thrashing against the vibrator involuntarily as she rode her high. You swore you saw stars as your own orgasm followed, trying desperately to watch her until you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. 

Untangling your legs, you collapsed onto the bed, your body tingling as you tried to bring yourself back to earth. Turning to face each other, you let out a breathless chuckle. You reached out a hand to trace her arm, feeling her warm, soft skin underneath your fingers. Abigail beamed you a smile so adoring and angelic you weren’t sure how you had ever gotten so lucky. Leaning towards her, you planted a kiss against her laps before letting out any other happy chuckle.

“You should share with me more often,” you mused. 

“I think I will if it means seeing you like that,” she smiled back. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Abigail.” 

Arthur arrived back at camp late as he usually does. You’ve grown used to him crawling into bed with you at ungodly hours of the night and tonight isn’t any different. You’re lying on your side with your eyes closed and your body is finally relaxing after a long day, as he climbs in and settles next to you.

“‘m exhausted.” He mutters before pressing a soft kiss to the exposed skin of your shoulder. You roll over, wanting to get a good look at his face illuminated in only the moonlight but as you shift, so do the muscles in your right arm. They coil and constrict, sending a ripple of pain straight to your fingertips, causing you to wince. Arthur raises a brow in concern when he sees you turn back over, obviously trying to hide something. That wince didn’t go unnoticed, neither did the grit of your teeth.

“What happened?”

“Nothing, Arthur.” You retort back a little too quickly. It isn’t a lie. Nothing had happened, that you know of, and you hate worrying him with anything, especially with something as small as a hurt arm. The man worries all day, everyday. About the safety of the gang, about his safety, about life and death. About you. He doesn’t need to worry about some silly little pinched nerve. “Just close your eyes.” You request. It isn’t even that big of a deal so you want him to drop it.

But you know he’s not going to. Worry is practically his middle name and it’s only a matter of seconds before he asks you about it again. There’s a deafening silence from where he lays behind you, one that means something is on his mind that he’s just itching to share but he’s biting his tongue. Maybe if you just stay still the pain will go away, maybe it’ll subside and Arthur will fall asleep without a care…

Arthur Worry Morgan rolls you over to face him and you curse under your breath at the painful sensation that causes. He tuts and shakes his head at you, now knowing damn well that you were lying to him before. “Tell me the truth. What really happened?” He asks while cupping your cheek.

You let out a defeated sigh and begin explaining the pain you’re experiencing and that you have no idea why you’re experiencing it. Its like there’s a soreness settled deep in your bones. A soreness that came out of nowhere, one you can’t pinpoint the cause of. Arthur is quick to start rubbing the spot that you told him hurts as he listens to you, his usual roughness replaced with a gentleness that only you know. It doesn’t matter if there’s an apparent cause or not, all he wants is for you to feel better. So, he begins murmuring soft words to you as he massages your tensed muscles.

Soon, your eyes flutter shut and you let out a relaxed sigh. A sense of relief washes over you, a peaceful smile settles on your lips. The pain has dialed down to a low simmer, all from the touch of your lover. You nuzzle into him and he presses a soft kiss to your forehead, “Goodnight, dear.” He whispers while you drift off to sleep.

2nd a/n: ARTHUR WORRY MORGAN has me hollering, I entirely forgot I wrote that but ohmygod it’s so stupid