#trans!arthur

omg.. thank u.... i <3 photoshop sm

meanwhile arthur is watching them both and proceeds to interrupt in in an arthur like manner and just rolls his eyes and says ‘yk its not all that unusual. when i went to gaius as a child, upset they everyone believed me to be a girl and that my voice wasnt low like all the other men, he gave me this magical medieval testosterone potion to make me feel better about it. he told me to never tell my father because it just wasn’t something people talked about?? Anyway im a man now.’

Gwen: arthur… there is a lot to unpack there but… join the club?!!!

Merlin: YOU ABSOLUTE CLOTPOLE UR SUCH AN IDIOT SOMETIMES DID YOU NEVER THINK TO ASK—

-> Arthur is trans, his genitals are referred to as clit, lips, hole and so on (just a heads up if anyone's uncomfortable with that); tentacles (duh), maybe a little size kink?, might seem dubcon but it’s not. I don't know what else to say, it's actually really fluffy.

Arthur stirred in his sleep. A quiet whine and the rustling of the bedsheets disturbing the peace of the night. He reached out to pet the end of the tentacle resting next to him, turning his head that was bedded on the thicker part of it.

The tentacle underneath his head didn't move, but at Arthur's feet two others soundlessly emerged from the mattress, wriggling underneath the blanket.

They slid up against his legs, teasing the skin and putting a little smile on his lips. Arthur shifted a little and rubbed his legs against the smooth appendage out of reflex, still hardly awake.

The tentacles carefully found their way around his legs, wrapping themselves around them. One of them slid up far enough to caress Arthur's fingers and entwine with them while the other glided up his inner thigh. The touch on Arthur's thigh went from the tip of the tentacle tickling him to a more firm grip as soon as the thicker part of it was wrapped around his thigh, sliding in between his legs.

Arthur's breath hitched, the tentacle slowly rubbing against him through his panties as he finally stirred awake. He slowly blinked his eyes open, but it was still too dark to actually focus on anything around the room. The pressure of the tentacle between his legs became a little more fierce and Arthur's eyes fell shut again.

A content sigh left his lips when the tentacles wrapped around both his legs to spread them a little wider and Arthur ran his thumb over the thinner end of the tentacle that was woven around his fingers. The wet patch staining his panties grew bigger with every rub against his clit and Arthur quietly cursed the fabric separating him from getting proper stimulation.

As if they were reading his mind the tentacles slipped beneath his panties, pulling them down a little to make room for them in the interspace. They slowly crept up his inner thighs again, meeting between Arthur's legs. One of them pressed between his lips, dipping into the wetness and making Arthur gasp, while the other focused on holding his legs apart.

The initial surprise quickly turned into pleasure when the tentacle kept rubbing and pulsating against his clit. Arthur's breathing got heavier and he broke into a slight sweat. It felt so good, but... but... A buck of Arthur's hips was all it needed to let the tentacles know he wanted to feel more of them.

He moaned when one of them finally urged inside him, wiggling slightly. With his free hand Arthur reached down to lightly hold onto the tentacle penetrating him. He felt it gliding through his hand inside him. The thick girth stretched him to a point where the slight burn made Arthur hiss, but the wetness dripping from his hole spread around it and it quickly turned into a pleasurable feeling.

Arthur lightly touched himself where he and his boyfriend connected and felt his juices dribble from his slit as the tentacle kept moving. It didn't need any hard thrusts to make him squirm and moan, the feeling of the tentacles caressing his skin, keeping him in place, and wiggling deep inside him was already enough.

The heat in his abdomen became tighter and Arthur turned his upper body a little, clinging onto the tick tentacle he had been using as a pillow all night. It didn't move but he could feel the muscles contract underneath his cheek as he pressed multiple kisses onto it. A breathless laugh escaped Arthur when he felt the rounded tip of one of the other tentacles nudge his cheek to get his attention.

When he turned his face towards it, it wandered from his flushed cheek to his lips, grazing them as if to kiss him back. With one hand he reached up to pet it and opened his lips for them to deepen the kiss. His tongue played with the tip, panting breaths coming from Arthur's mouth whenever the tentacle gave him a little break.

The one inside him curled up a little, knowing exactly how to find the sweet spot inside him that made Arthur buck his hips, searching for more. He swore he could hear a faint snicker echoing from the walls, but was too far gone to care or investigate it.

His moans became louder, more frantic, nearly turning into cries as the tentacles' grip on his body tightened. Part of it kept fucking in and out of him at a slow pace while stimulating him from inside over and over. Arthur gasped and bucked his hips desperately, when the wet tip of the tentacle he had been making out with touched one of his nipples. He was so close. If he didn't know that his boyfriend would restrain his arms if he tried touching himself now, he would help himself to his orgasm.

Once again the tentacles seemed to sense what he needed, and Arthur felt the one that was holding his leg in place move. It pressed against his swollen clit, one of the suction cups engulfing it. The stimulation drew a sob from Arthur's throat. The suction cup tightened around his clit just as the other tentacle found his g spot again and he came with a cry.

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Javier Escuella x Arthur Morgan

Tags: Trans!Arthur Morgan, Cunnilingus, Face-Fucking

(Please read Notes on AO3 for further warnings)

AO3

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There were times when even Arthur Morgan himself needed a break. A chance to get out of camp, away from the chores and obligations waiting for him and most importantly from Dutch, who had a new plan to share every other day. Work grew tiring, now more than ever, with their sudden move from Blackwater and their escape over the mountains, the endless travels that had led them right to Horseshoe Overlook. Thankfully, that wasn't where Arthur had chosen to spend the night.

AND THAT’s how Arthur ends up on a 3 week trip to a secluded camp in a forest with Gil and a bunch of kids (who also have their own hardships to deal with)

I've been thinking about the scenario of their first meeting a LOT and I think they would actually see each other for the first time right before they get onto the bus to the camp. just throw them right into it without much preparation! >evil hand rub<

tho Gil had to do some paperwork, signing stuff that he agrees for Arthur to do the social work at his bible camp.. which means Gil thinks he is expecting Alice Kirkland since Arthur hasn't had the money to change it so this is still his legal name used on all official documents btw I have zero experience with social work but I also created a church community that's basically my excuse for a found family so we can condone that

Most of the other kids were already on the bus, snatching what are considered the best seats, while Matthew was still outside with Gil and his little brother. When the boy tugged on his sleeve, Gilbert motioned for Matthew to wait a second as he was talking to Mrs. Edelstein-Héderváry. But Matthew didn't notice that Gil's attention was not on him. He was too distracted watching someone approach them.

Someone who's ripped jeans and equally tattered boots looked like they were about to fall apart. Their oversized leather jacket was covered in spikes and pins and patches. The pastel pink duffle bag thrown over their shoulder made for a harsh contrast to the rest of their appearance, including the wary look and cigarette stub they flicked onto the ground.

The 'someone' approaching them now also caught Mr. Edelstein's attention. Gilbert noticed the disapproving look on his face and turned around to see what caused it. Or rather who.

Gil quickly excused himself and went to meet Arthur halfway across the small empty parking lot. It was Sunday afternoon and there wasn't anyone around except for the parents who had just dropped their kids off - and Arthur and Gilbert.

"Hey! Nice to meet you!" Gilbert flashed a smile and extended his hand for Arthur to take it. "I'm Gilbert. Gilbert Beilschmidt, but please just call me Gil!"

Arthur stared at him confused. Gilbert Beilschmidt. He didn't expect someone with a name like this to be so.. young. "Oh! Yeah.." He quickly grabbed Gil's hand that he had stared at long enough for it to become a little awkward. "Hello, Gil." Arthur gritted his teeth so as to not let Gil know how uncomfortable his handshake was compared to the weak grip he had on the other's hand.

"You must be Alice Kirkland!"

Arthur flinched at the name and nodded curtly.

Gil didn't think too much of it. Maybe she's just a little shy, he thought to himself before leading the both of them back to the bus. When they got closer he noticed Alfred nearly climbing over Lovino (of course they sat next to each other and of course Lovino got the window seat) to get a glimpse of the person who Gil told them would join their camp this year.

Alfred and some of the other kids staring and pointing at him made Arthur nervous. Maybe I should have gone to youth detention... He hadn't noticed when all the parents had left, but suddenly it was only him left outside and he noticed Gilbert calling for him to get on the bus.

Reluctantly, Arthur got inside. All the kids craned their necks, wanting to get a closer look of him. Gilbert offered to put Arthur's bag onto the luggage rack but instead of answering him, he threw the bag up there himself.

Gilbert was a little taken aback, but before he got around to talk to Arthur, he had already put his headphones in, shutting Gil and the kids out.