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WE NEED MORE MONEY

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Lyrics are from ‘Devil Woman’ by Marty Robbins - a beautiful song with a horrible message, but I felt like these lines could heavily relate to Arthur when taken out of the context of the song

I’m not super familiar with the lore so this is more based on my limited memory of his past :)

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Ofc, he’s the prettiest boy.

Pretty boy? You're kidding me? Pretty boy?

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WHAT

🤠💦

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In my cowboy era right now 🤠

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This is dramatic, but you've literarily inspired me to write again. I'm so taken aback when reading your work. It is so beautiful, and I aspire to move people like your writing moves me. I gave up writing for a really long time, but your cute ass Arthur fics have pushed me to start again. Thank you for blessing us with your talent!

Ah 🙂‍↔️ your praise makes me blush!

But I totally get it! I hadn’t written in YEARS (like more than a decade) and reading @shootybangbang, @verai-marcel , and @redwritr ‘s work was really what pushed me to take the plunge to get back into it.

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Ache

Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader Smut (18+), MDNI

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The coffee is bitter. Tastes like shit this morning. He was going to have to get on Pearson about that. But as Arthur takes another sip of coffee to stave off the headache brewing after one too many whiskeys, out of the corner of his eye, he sees you.

He stops, bewildered, for a moment believing last night was just a dream, but this morning he awoke in his cot half dressed and the faintest smell of flowers permeated his tent.

No, it wasn’t a dream. You’re across the camp, throwing laundry into a basket that you settle on your hip before walking toward the lake.

He wonders, as he watches the swish of your skirts with that laundry basket on your hip; do you still feel him? Can you feel where he’d been?

Do you carry the ache of him with each step?

Oh, how he wonders. Oh, how he wishes.

Never pain, mind you - he would never wish that upon you. But as you walk toward the lakeside to get to your washing - he secretly hopes that there is a sweet soreness in the place he carved for himself last night.

He takes another sip of coffee.

He closes his eyes after he swallows and can feel the ghost of you on his cock - the sweet, wet warmth and constriction of your core around his flesh. With just a little bit of imagination, he can feel that clutch - that perfect snugness of your channel on his flesh.

The soft sounds you made as he pressed himself deeper into your body. The blush staining your cheeks from a little too much sherry imbibed.

He had just enough whiskey at the campfire that his the usual walls around his person had crumbled as soon as you wound your arms around his neck flirtatiously.

He wishes, oh, if only he could go back in time - he wouldn’t bear you down in his shitty camp cot. He would have undressed you completely rather than hiking your skirts up and pulling your bloomers down one leg. He would have worshipped you - but no, a quick fuck after too much booze - that is all he gave you last night, the idiot he is. You probably never want him to touch you again.

You goddamn moron, Morgan.

“Hey.”

Arthur looks up, caught off guard. You stand in front of him, hands on your hips, an eyebrow quirked as you wait for him to respond.

“You feelin’ okay?” He asks, the blood rushing to his cheeks.

You smile, lean in and kiss his cheek.

“I’m hopin’ that wasn’t the last night we spend together, Mister Morgan.”

It’s like you’ve shot him straight through the heart. Even after last night’s less than satiating romp- you still want him, for some godforsaken reason.

“Darlin’, let… let me-” he swallows, obvious discomfort across his features, “Let me take you into town. Let me bed you right.”

You give a lopsided smile as you take the now empty coffee cup from his hand to wash it.

“Alright, Arthur. Shall we?”

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There’s a good man within you Arthur, but he is wrestling with a giant

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Pale White Horse

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hey there mister :D

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i love my horsey and my horsey loves me

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I love them

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arthur, honse, train and some big menacing golden clouds.

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arthur study

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an evening in grizzlies west ❄️

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Having lots of fun with this style, so here's Arthur :)

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Lazy sunset