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[jellied-milk]

NSFW ALPHABET: JOHN MARSTON

MINORS DNI // 18+ ONLY

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

• a little quiet, using the moment to catch his breath and adjust himself.

• he’d probably clean you with the closest thing to him (his bandanna, whatever clothes surround you).

• will pull you under his arm and caress your waist while enjoying the silence.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

• John probably has low self esteem because of his scars so he doesn’t really think of himself as attractive.

• ( likes his hands and fingers when teasing you during foreplay: “ Hmm, this pussy gets so tight roun’ my fingers.” ).

• Your breasts!! no matter the size, shape, or color, he will definitely grab them any chance he gets.

• Loves to lay his head between them when you two are alone!!

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

• will definitely come close to cumming inside you sometimes.

• cums on your chest because he loves seeing his spend drip down your nipples, off your breasts, on your thighs.

• (^^ especially if you’re holding your breast and his cum gets on your fingers!!).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

• wants to cum inside because he wants to feel your pussy milk his cock while being fully wrapped in your warmth.

• LOVES when you beg and whine a little during sex. (when you say to him, “mmm, you’re so big inside me!!” , “oh John, please fuck me faster!).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

• Yes, but I don’t think he’s very confident in his abilities.

• Learned through working girls in whatever town was closest to camp in his wild and adventurous youth. (obviously excluding Abigail from this)

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

• The Pretzel Drip!!

• Fucking your leaking heat as you look in his eyes while he plays with your breasts, pinching your nipples.

• Spreads your legs wild open so he can lean over your body and nip on your nipples while fucking you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

• Probably starts with some snarky remarks that get outta hand between you two and he gets flustered then takes you somewhere more private.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

• probably average based on his hair length and stubble.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

• cautious and definitely waits for you to give him signals to keep going or stop, (especially when you guys first start sleeping together).

• focuses on you more during foreplay because he loves teasing you and gets a little pussy-drunk when inside you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

• Simple answer, no. John would probably wait until you two are alone.

• BUT… if you’re gone on a job or hunt and he’s been drinking that night??

• He’ll fantasize about you, thinking about your little noises and slick heat. Quickly snaps out of it and rushes to his tent. Palms himself before impatiently pulling out his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

• Cockwarming: LOVES having you completely wrapped himself and feeling your wet pussy clenched down

• Teasing: not necessarily him making fun of you but more so YOUR reactions to him and what he says.

• Titjob: when he’s sitting down and you’re kneeling in front of him, jerking your breasts up and down his cock while lickin his tip, it will take everything in him not to bust.

• Exhibitionism: in the form of quickies in the sense that, if John sees a chance with you in an alleyway, secluded train car, or in the open woods.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

• In a real bed preferably at a hotel or cabin, so you guys can also be away from the gang for total privacy.

• (but if the opportunity presents itself, he’ll snatch it so damn fast).

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

• Honestly, attention from you turns him on, ( gets in his own head and likes when you ground him).

• if you wear a shirt/dress with a low-cut or a few top buttons undone, he can’t help but stare before noticing he’s hard.

• When you’re a little mad because then when you two fuck, you’ll be on top and he’ll be playing with your breasts, (win-win in his eyes).

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

• Causing any pain to the point where it actually harms you (would feel very guilty and somewhat reclusive about sex until you reassure him).

• Anything that would de-masculine him, (because he’s a bit self conscious) so pegging or being tied up.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

• personally receiving because he loves it when your tongue twists around his shaft (thinks your mouth feels so nice and warm, and whines a little when he hits the back of your throat).

• If he’s giving then his tongue will go down to your opening and tease it then clamps his mouth around your clit, harshly sucking on it before devouring you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

• Usually faster because he gets off to your noises and breasts bouncing up and down. He works you open with fingers while teasing your clit, making sure you’re dripping before shoving his cock inside you and setting a quick rhythm.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

• happens when there’s a safe opportunity.

• he LOVES them because he can be in any mood and feel instantly better if he gets to feel you dripping down him.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

• With both your lifestyles, you two constantly are risking your necks, so I don’t think so.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

• He can last about 3-4 rounds before needing a break.

• Usually holds himself off and waits for you to finish at least once or twice before he cums.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

• it’s 1899, so no.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

• When fingering you, he LOVES to tease since he lives for the noises you make, the feeling of your hot, slick pussy between his fingers, your hands gripping his arm and blankets.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

• He really does try to be quiet when you guys are in camp.

• But alone: the sound of grunts, raspy pants and his teasing can be heard among you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

• Whenever you whine, sometimes John teases your moans with a “yeah?” In a deep raspy voice.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

• 7 ½ inches, average thickness with prominent veins

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

• Pretty average and would get higher after you guys are together.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

• Either stays awake longer than you do, thinking about you, whatever’s happening to the gang, or himself

• Or instantly curls beside you so he can feel your warmth and softness against him.

[jellied-milk]

🌾Oh My Darling…oh my darling…

Hi everyone!! Here’s part two and remember criticism is DEFINITELY appreciated/wanted. I hope you guys enjoy it!!

• MINORS DNI//18+ : brief violence, slow build, eventual smut, slight angst

• word count: 3.1k

•(pt.3 is coming//will contain mature content)

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Flashes with varying visions of your past flash through mind causing your brow to furrow, your body tenses still trying to fight the medicine from the doctor. The warm crept up to your waist followed by a squeeze and satisfied “Hmm”. Your mind struggles to gather its thoughts as your body starts to feel heavy.

“focus, focus…breathe! You’ve come too far now!!”

Your eyes shot open, and saw the doctor leaning over you, his intentions unknown. Without thinking, you swing your leg up, kicking the doctor in the chest and tumbling out of the chair in a frantic and desperate attempt to defend yourself. You yell out for Arthur, the only person you could currently trust in this unforgiving world.

Outside the door, Arthur had drifted off to sleep, but the sound of Clementine's voice calling out for him jolted him awake. In an instant, he charged through the door. Without hesitation, Arthur punched the doctor, sending him nearly across the room before pinning him to the wall. He was about to deliver another punch to the man's face when he heard Clementine's voice, pleading for him to stop. You reminded him of your urgent need to leave before you were caught by the law. He stopped to think, before turning to look at the doctor. He then looked at you, and nodded slowly.

"Fine." Tossing the doctor aside before grabbing a satchel and filling it with medical supplies. Without a word, he rushed out of the building and to his horse, helping Clementine climb up first before he settled in behind her, holding on tightly. With each passing mile, your grip on Arthur tightened. Feeling safe in his embrace, his strong arms protecting you from any danger.

As they rode through the dense forest, the storm seemed to be getting worse by the minute. Lightning struck and thunder roared, making it difficult for them to see their way. The wind howled as they rode faster, trying to outrun the storm that was quickly approaching. Clementine could feel the rain starting to fall pounding them now, mixing with the tears that had begun to stream down her face. Just when they thought they would be caught in the storm, they spotted an abandoned cabin in the distance.

Without hesitation, Arthur steered the horse towards it, knowing that it would provide them with shelter from the unforgiving storm. As they climbed off the horse, Arthur helped Clementine inside, careful not to put any pressure on her injured ankle. He then swiftly lit a fire and made her sit close to it, wrapping a warm blanket around her.

He sighed, flicking the excess water off himself and coat, before looking at you.

“You okay, Clem?"

“Umm yeah I’m fine, my ankle still hurts so I’m a lil tired”

"I know, it's alright, Clem. We'll get you situated in a minute, don't you worry."

Clementine looked up at Arthur, her eyes filled with gratitude and admiration for the rough but kind man who had saved her once again. As he tended to her wound and made sure she was comfortable, she realized that she had found something she had never expected in the midst of a wild and dangerous world - compassion.

As they sat by the fire, drying off and checking on your injured ankle, Arthur couldn’t help noticing the lonesome look in your eyes. Even when you smile or weakly chuckle, there’s that familiar little film of loneliness as he sees himself a little.

‘Wonder why she’s alone? Why she looks so…tired, so defeated?’

“ …so I guess that’s why, I suppose.”

Arthur missed your answer, granted he didn’t even remember his question. He knelt down and changed your wraps one final time before his mind figured he’d ask another question to actually hear you this time.

"I see. You've been alone for a while?"

“Thank you and yeah ever since my family home caught fire…I’ve been on my own, ain’t got no other family.”

He looked down at you, sympathetic.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Clem. That must've been... hard for you. Were you young when it happened?"

“umm yeah… I was about 12 or 13.”

His heart ached a little inside, knowing what it’s like, knowing how cruel the world really can be to those who don’t deserve it.

"You were a kid..."

He looked at you, and gave a reassuring pat on your shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Clementine. I understand."

“It’s fine Arthur, it’s the past and I can’t change it”

He nodded, and offered a small, sad smile to you. Now that Arthur’s facing you, he notices your physical appearance: exhausted, beat and still soaking wet.

"Here. Lemme find some dry clothes for you and then you can relax, alright?"

After a few moments of wandering around the old house, he only managed to find a long sleeve shirt that would swallow you whole.

"Here, wear this. Know it’s big but it’s better than your wet ones."

He handed it to you, before watching your body struggle to stay awake and upright.

"Do you need help changing, Clem?"

Silence follows after Arthur’s question.

‘Damnit! Yes but I don't want you to see me like that…but I’m so tired. Fuck it, just accept the help.’

“Ummm yes…my body is getting heavy and my leg hurts to move, so would you mind helping me?”

"Sure, no problem. I'll help you change and promise to give ya privacy when ya ask.”

He bent down to you and helped you take off your shirt, turning his head far to the side, and picked it up off of you.

He helped you slip into the spare shirt, swallowing your frame, and then Arthur completely turned around to give you a moment to adjust yourself before helping you settle back around the fire.

"Alright...do you need help with everything else?"

“Ummm no Arthur…that’s all and your um hands feel really warm. It just felt nice after being cold so long.”

"Oh."

He looked away for a moment before speaking again.

"Well, uh...I'm glad I could help, Clem." he said, avoiding eye contact with you — although, he then looked back up and smiled.

"Does your ankle still hurt?"

“Yeah I can feel that it’s swollen but at least the bleeding stopped. Yeah it’s okay i do feel a lil better”

A smile crossed his face as he heard your comment.

"Okay, Clem. This storm ain’t gonna settle anytime soon. Would you like some food, maybe? Or a nap?"

“Some food would be appreciated if ya don’t mind.”

He laughed.

"No need to be so polite, we need to eat somethin’. Lemme check if I can make anythin’ , and then you can have some rest. How's that sound?"

“Sounds perfect actually. Thanks for everything Arthur”.

He smiled to himself and started to walk to his bags, with the intention of getting things sorted out for you two.

"Just wait there, alright? I'll be back soon."

“Whatcha gonna go do?”

"I'm goin’ try to make us something. You should relax some, and having something warm to eat will do you good."

He smiled at you, before going towards his satchel to see what he could cook.

“Okay I’ll be here.”

He nodded, and started to walk away.

Once he gathered enough stuff to make at least a decent something, he headed off to cut some rabbit into small chunks and decided to make you two some stew. It wouldn't take him more than five minutes to get it done after all his years in the wilderness.

You close your eyes, warmth dancing along your face. You sat there for a moment, smiling and finally able to breathe after the today’s troublesome day.

‘ *sign*… I got to make sure to stay awake. just wait til Arthur’s here to eat, then get myself together…’

A few minutes later, you heard footsteps across the room, followed by the clanking of spurs on old wood.

"Clem, you still in there, yeah?"

Arthur's voice came from behind of you.

“Yea, I’m still here, Arthur don’t worry too much. Not like runnin’ any time soon.”

He smiled, and shook his head.

"Alright, good. Here's your bowl and a few crackers."

He held out, in one hand, a bowl of stew, and in the other hand, a small plate of crackers. Arthur rushed back to the table, snatching up a bottle of whiskey and canteen.

"Eat and drink something, yeah? Let me know if you need anything. "

You quickly grab the bowl, not caring about the heat or burning sensation against your palms.

“Just need your company, if you don’t mind?”

He softly smiled at you, and nodded.

"Of course I don't mind, Ms.Clem."

He took a step towards you.

"Would you like me to sit by you as you eat, by any chance? "

Blush invades your cheeks as you scoot over to make space for the gunslinger. You turn your head to avoid the potential embarrassment and quickly reply.

“Well of course Mister Morgan. I would like that very much.”

He nodded, and sat down by you, smiling.

“This is pretty good, Arthur. you didn’t have to make me anything, ya know? So based on the hat, the scruff, and the obvious gun belt with both guns loaded, you’re an outlaw I take it?

"I'm...sort of. I'm part of a gang, I think that's what would make me an outlaw."

He frowned and looked to the floor, for a moment.

"Not all of us are bad people... we just don't have any other way to get money. Some of us do good things."

“I understand completely, Arthur. I’ve done things I’m not proud of and I’ve made mistakes.

I try to be a good person, but sometimes I’m not sure what to do.”

He weakly smiled and sighed as you continued to speak.

“You don’t have to do this especially for someone like me but I appreciate it nonetheless.”

"I may be an outlaw, but I ain't the worst of the bunch. There's still decent folks out there, Clem. You're a decent person, and deserve decent treatment, y'know?"

You sigh, thinking that’s anything further from the truth. You grab the bottle, amber liquor flowing down before another bite.

“You’re a decent person and deserve good treatment too…don’t forget that, Arthur.”

"Don't worry about me. What matters is that we’re fine. Is everything alright?"

He raised his eyebrow, noticing your exhaustion and slight frown..

“I’m serious, Arthur. You’re a good man even when you don’t think you are. And yes, everything’s nice, thank you again. I may have just met you, Arthur Morgan, but I can tell you’re a good man and you want to do right.”

"Don't go calling me a good man just yet, miss. You really don't know me yet."

‘He’s right. I really don’t know him or what he’s done. But why go through all this for a stranger.’

“Whatever you say Arthur and again thank you kindly.”

"Don't mention it, darlin’. How's your ankle?"

He looked down at your ankle, and raised an eyebrow, as if examining it.

"Still hurts?"

“Yea, it still hurts to move some but at least the bleeding stopped. I’m just tired now is all.”

He nodded, and smiled reassuringly, reaching out for the bottle.

"Well, I imagine that's to be expected after what you went through."

He sighed, and shook his head taking a large swig before his face slightly twisted before straightening. Arthur shakes it off quickly before he continues.

"The pain should go down after a while, though. Just give it a bit of time."

“I know, I'm just impatient and don’t like accepting help too much.”

She sighed as she closed her eyes.

“Arthur…do you like being an outlaw?”

He seemed hesitant, and nodded.

"I guess you could say I do. Some days, I think...I think this is all I'm good for..."

He paused, before muttering.

"I'm good at killing, beatin’ and robbing..."

“You’re probably good at a lot of things and just don’t give yourself credit, Arthur.”

She paused, before putting her hand on his.

“I can tell you have a kind heart deep down and you work hard. Things are going to get better.”

He looked down at your hand with a small smile.

"I don't know about that, Clem. I've done a lot of bad things...more than I care to admit..."

He sighed, and looked back at you with a reassuring smile as she continued.

“We’ve all done bad things, I know I have but I also know I’ve done a lot of good out there too.”

She squeezed his hand a lil tighter and turned her head to see him

“And of course I think you have a good heart, you saved me after all…”

He looked at you, before nodding his head.

“You're right, Clem. We've all done some wrong, some bad. But that's okay...as long as we try and make up for it."

He smiled, and sighed quietly.

"And...thanks. Thanks for saying that, Clem..."

“You don’t have to thank me, I just figured it was something ya needed to hear.”

she looked in his eyes a little longer and the ends of her lips slightly curled.

“And…umm really thanks again for saving me from that bear trap.”

"It's nothing, really. You didn't deserve to get stuck there in the first place. You didn't deserve any of this."

He looked at you, and paused for a moment.

"I'm just...glad to have helped, I guess."

He frowned, and shrugged his shoulders.

"Look at me blabbering. It's nothing, really. Let me get you some more blankets. It's getting a bit colder since all ya got on is a shirt."

He stood up, and walked off for a moment, to grab you more blankets from an old chest and made a pallet of soft wools on the floor.

"Here, for you. And you just call me Arthur. I'm not mister anything.”

He offered the space to you, before smiling awkwardly at your words. He chuckled lightly, and sat down again, beside you.

“If you insist, Arthur.”

You said with a smile while adjusting the blankets.

“Are you not cold? There’s plenty of blankets to share.”

"I'm used to the cold. It's fine, it doesn't really bother me. You on the other hand, I don't think you're used to the cold?"

He adjusted his coat a little.

"If you want, you can take my coat for the night, it'll keep you warm."

Her eyes widened as an uncontrollable blush creeped on her cheeks once again. Feeling ridiculous that her insides started to form that familiar heat.

"Now...here, take my coat. I'm fine, I'll survive."

He offered the coat to you, whilst looking around the old, withered cabin mapping out where he would sleep.

“Oh Arthur! Please keep your own coat if you’re not gonna use the blankets. I promise it’s okay.”

You offered him a warm smile before your gaze fell.

"Now, take my coat. You're having it. That's an order."

“Thank you, Arthur. I really do appreciate it.”

Playful swatting his hand away before she spoke again.

“But no. Keep your coat or lemme share the blankets with you, this ain’t up for debate.”

He looked away, and chuckled.

“You're too much. I'll be fine, you make sure you keep warm. I don't deserve...to keep my coat."

He scoffed.

"Take the coat, or I'll put it over your shoulders."

“You deserve to have your own coat, Arthur. I ain’t taking it from ya. You don’t deserve to be cold.”

She unwrapped some of the blankets and extended them open.

“Now, stop being hard-headed and cover up some.”

He looked up at you, and sighed.

"You're the injured one out of the two of us, y'know? So, I'm willing to keep myself cold, if only for you."

He shook his head.

"Please don't fight me on this, Clementine. You need warmth more than I do right now."

She took a deep breath and turned to him to say.

“Fine…I’ll take your coat but only if you lemme share the blankets with you. Please?”

He frowned, and chuckled.

"Fine, Clem...but I'm gonna be the one to decide how many blankets we have on us...understand?"

He took off his coat, and held it out towards you.

"Take my coat, now. And yes... I'll share the blankets with you."

You warmly smiled as you took the coat and put it around your shoulders.

“Thank you, now come on, you're letting the warmth out.”

You patted the space directly beside you, leaving no space in between.

Arthur’s face went a bright red, as he chuckled nervously.

He took a step towards you, and sat down, near you.

"Alright, you win this time. We can share the blankets." he said, smiling.

Your face becomes more flushed as he moves closer.

“I hope to win every time if that means you’re close to me, Arthur.”

She faces him with a kind smile

His face remained a bright red, as he cleared his throat and looked down at you as you spoke.

"W-well, that's flattering to hear, Clem." he said, in a hushed tone.

The storm raged on outside, but inside the cabin, Arthur and you found solace and comfort in each other's silence. And as you sit together, watching the fire and listening to the rain, you set the bottle a side.

Feeling relaxed, warm, content. Sighing, your shoulders finally fall, rolling forward into your curled position against Arthur.

‘She’s finally restin’. Need to lay her down, put some wood on the fire for the night then turn in.’

He tilts his head down to check if you’re sleeping and twists his body to lay you gently flat against the pallet. Arthur stands walking to the small pile of wood before throwing a few logs, making his way to the table he deeply sighed. He takes a few more drinks feeling the sweet yet raw burn all the way down stopping just above his crotch.

He removes his hat, running his fingers through wet, sandy strands and roughly kicks his boots off before unbuckles his gun belt. He unbuttoned the first couple buttons of his worn, light blue shirt, wandering towards the far corner of the blankets on the floor.

Arthur grunts as he lays down, facing the strange yet familiar woman across from him. His breathing steadied and his eyes fought the liquor and tiredness to keep looking, wondering who she was.

Finally, both lie still while the sound of crackling wood echoes through the rickety cabin and the storm continues to rage on.

Both having their minds invaded by the warmth of a stranger’s hands and a possible cure or temporary remedy for loneliness.

[jellied-milk]

🌾Oh My Darling…

Hi everyone, welcome!!

This is my first fic, so criticism is DEFINITELY appreciated/wanted. I hope you guys enjoy it since I did while writing it especially after such a long writing break.

• MINORS DNI//18+ : brief violence, slow build, eventual smut, slight angst

•word count: 3.5k

•(pt.2 is out: https://www.tumblr.com/jellied-milk/742986938592690176/oh-my-darlingoh-my-darling )

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Leaves and branches fly by, whipping across your sleeves as you dart through the midnight-covered forest. Rain seeps into your thin shirt causing it to cling to your frame. Eyes frantically searching for the clearest path to get you and your horse, Sonny, through. Your mind and body seem to have one common goal: run…

‘Not now! Damnit, no no! Run, keep running, don’t stop running…’

The trees seemed never ending as little moonlight peeked through the angry clouds blanketing you in false security while escaping in the night. You kept running, kept running until you heard no shouting, kept running ‘til you heard no bullets whizzing by you. Kept running ‘til you heard nothing but soft raindrops hitting the earth around you.

The air was still and silent now, just Sonny’s hooves and your own heartbeat pounding in your ears could be heard. With no clearing in sight, you pull the reins slightly and gently pet Sonny on his head to slow him down a bit and finally let him take a deep breath after such an intense ride. The forest just now started taking shape as your eyes adjusted to the surrounding darkness. Thoughts still racing yet you’re unable to focus on a single thing as your hands mindlessly guide Sonny through the shrubbery. You don’t know how far you’ve gotten and part of you doesn’t care, you just hope to find something or anything to help.

‘I can’t stop… not now, I have to at least find a town or old cabin before I collapse. I have to get outta here, I have to…’

‘*Crack*’

Your head whipped to the left and right with wide eyes trying to find the source of the sound. The world slowed as your heart started to panic, Sonny became uneasy with each step and whined to fill the silence. He started tugging and stomping in every direction as his whines became louder, his hooves tearing up dirt beneath him. Your hand went to rub his face to calm his nerves.

“Hey hey…you’re okay. It’s alright Sonny, come on this way now. Come on shhh it’s almost over.”

Sonny halted. Your thighs tightly gripped the saddle as your hands shot back to the reins in hopes of not falling off. Still checking your sides and over your shoulder, you almost don’t see anything…

Almost…

Before you can react, Sonny cries as he raises his front two hooves off the ground before taking off like a bat outta hell. Grip as tight as ever, you hold on for dear life as the golden mare jumps over fallen logs and earth-embedded stones with ease. You try to focus your eyes to see them again: the pale green, glowing circles covered in darkness.

The eyes of coyotes. As your eyes scan around you for danger, Sonny runs towards what seems like an opening ahead. He goes faster and faster and faster, the sweat from your palms and rain starts to affect your grip on the reins. The world went quiet for a moment before the sky was bathed in white and a flash hit your eyes.

You felt like you were flying in this moment before the air was knocked out of your lungs and the feeling of dirt rubs roughly against your skin with the familiar sting to follow immediately afterwards. You groan in pain while rolling onto your knees trying to frantically stand to catch your horse, who’s carrying what little things you own including your money.

“No no no! Please!?”

Your mind starts to get fuzzy as your chest begins to tighten. Panicking, your feet keep moving in the same direction Sonny bolted towards despite pain blossoming across your side. The rain obscures your vision while your arms knock lower branches and brushes out of your way. Your worried filled eyes try to stay locked forward to the opening.

‘So close…just get to the opening. There’s gotta be a town, a house, a shack! Something nearby!’

‘*Snap*’

“AHH!!”

You drop to the ground, one hand holding your leg while the other crawls at the dirt. A mixture of blood and grime gathered near the side of your mouth allowing you to taste the bitterness, but you hardly notice. The pain across your side couldn’t compare to the feeling of what’s attached to your ankle. A metal, hinged trap with small teeth on either side. The bunt force of the trap was caught by mainly your boot, but you could feel the little metal tips dig into your tender skin. The woods start to go dark and trees spin in your sight. You drag your body further along to the opening, your nails become caked in filth as you push yourself against the wet soil.

“Stay awake, just stay awake. Someone has to come…the opening…just a little more.”

The trees dissipated as the road came into view. You let out a sigh of relief as you repeat those same words:

‘Stay awake, just stay awake. Someone has to come…’

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As Arthur rode along Cumberland Forest’s road near Valentine, he was blessed with a rarity: silence.

Night had fallen and the small droplets hitting him were more an inconvenience than anything. The only thing that could be heard were the soft rumbles from above him, reminding him that he had to take shelter soon. The cries from the sky become more violent with white flashing more frequently in his sight. While trying to think of where to refuge for the night, in a burst of light, he saw something.

His eyes remained locked in place while Mother Nature released a thunderous clap. Arthur’s ears didn’t hear the heaven’s cry, instead heard loud yelping coming from the side of the road — further between the trees.

He narrowed his brows as he jumped off his shire, Blue, tying him to the nearest tree to not run off on him again. He drew his gun and cautiously stalked towards the endless crying out for help and coughing. As he got closer, a fallen lump could be made out and Arthur froze. Excepting to find a beaten man or an unlucky creature caught before the storm, he ends up to see a smaller woman with her leg stuck in a makeshift bear trap, the woman’s eyes filled with panic and fear looking up at him.

He looked at you for a split second with concerned eyes before your hand reached out to him. Your mouth and body moving before your brain can even register what’s happening.

“Please! *pants* Please help me. I-I can’t move. please?…”

He looked back down at you — even in the dark you had visible scars and injuries all over you and that’s not even counting the trap that had been set on your ankle, which had caused it to bleed, some blood dry some not. He knew whatever happened to you couldn’t be good and by the way you looked he could tell you needed immediate medical help. A tired, hoarse voice reached his ears.

“Please… I was riding, my horse got scared and ran off. Please, it hurts.”

"It's alright, breathe. Do you mind if I ask your name?" He looked down at you concerned, as you were whimpering in pain from your ankle and trying to focus on the dark figure in front of you.

‘My name…no. Lie, you need to survive first.’

“Umm Clementine, but people call me, Clem.”

Arthur came closer now knowing there’s no threat, but still hesitant so not to startle you. He could tell you were scared and tired and when you looked up at him, he knew he couldn’t leave you here. The least he could do was drop you off in town, that way he could get a room for the night. With his mind made up, Arthur walked towards the tree you’ve pushed yourself against and extended his large hand.

"Alright Miss Clementine c’mon, me and you are headed to the nearest town to have ya' ankle checked. It’s gonna be alright just stay awake for me, miss."

He crouched down next to you and now sees the trap closer. Reaching under his pant leg, Arthur pulled out a knife and quickly tested each side of the hinges on the trap’s locks until he felt the blade bend back one of the teeth. He readjusted himself then gently grabbed the back of your calf which caused you to tense and released a sharp hiss. Arthur’s eyes flicker between you and the trap, he quickly collects his worries and works the knife into the valleys of teeth then pushes. With a lot of force and strength, he managed to pry it open enough to get your foot out — the lock was broken, but you were free. Arthur straightened up his shoulders then shuffled back some to give you a little space. You let out a sigh of relief as the worst pain subsided, finally able to catch your breath.

"C'mon ma’am. Valentine’s right up the road ‘bout 40 minutes away. "

You don’t even notice the man’s voice call out to you, the thought of freedom invades your mind as thousands of possibilities cross your mind.

‘Free. I’m free…’ you let an airy chuckle escape your busted lip, ‘I’m finally free. Wait.’

You look up realizing the man was waiting for you to follow him.

“Wait, umm can you please lift me up? I-It hurts to move.”

He nodded and pulled a bandage roll from his coat before completely removing it. He slowly approached you like you’re an animal ready to bolt at the first sign of danger.

‘Huh how funny…’ you thought as you felt a sudden tightness spread around your ankle and warmth wrap around your body. You gasp as you’re being lifted into this strange man’s large arms.

Walking back to Blue, Arthur put you in front of the saddle, making sure you were up right — he tied a rope onto the saddle and gave it a tug to secure it. He handed you the rope and looked down at you.

"You may hold onto me however you wish, this might feel rough with the horses running. So, grab me if ya need to miss."

You simply hum and nod, trying to focus on your breathing and staying awake until you get to town. He got on Blue, kicking the horse slightly to get going. He held your body tightly in his arms, as you weakly held onto one of his arms. The horse rode along the forest, gradually getting faster. As the horse below you rode towards civilization, your mind could finally gather its thoughts and then you realize you haven’t asked this man, who is actively rescuing you, anything! —- not even his name.

“What's your name? I can’t properly thank you if I don't know it.”

"Name’s Arthur Morgan, so Arthur will do fine.." His accent was thick, especially his drawl lightly back at you.

"May I ask a question too ma’am, if that’s alright?"

He looked down at you in his arms, waiting. You sat silent for a moment, trying to think to answer.

‘Just keep your answers short and sweet, no need to tell your life story.’

“Umm I suppose, so ask away sir.”

"It's just Arthur, miss, no need for titles."

He reassured you and started off with the first of many questions he had about you. "How'd you get stuck in that trap?"

‘Easy.’ You thought, “I was riding to town when some coyotes came out and scared my horse, and since it’s thundering he was already spooked. He threw me off and I started running after him, then got caught in the trap.”

‘What’s a little woman like you ridin at this hour? And alone?’ Arthur thought after hearing the injured woman’s answer. Didn’t seem right, something about it seemed wrong, but he brushed it off for now and continued:

"Well, now, if I might ask another, why were coyotes after you?"

The horse continued to ride, carrying your and Arthur's weight on its broad back. He looked at you, waiting for your response. You swallowed.

“To kill me, I'm sure.”

Arthur slowed the horse when you said this. He looked down at you, and you began to question if you had said something wrong. Before your thoughts were completely reeling, he spoke once more.

"I have to ask this — but you doin’ okay? Looks like you’ve had better days before this one came along?"

He felt you instantly tense as the words left his mouth and could see your chest heaving slightly.

‘What?’ You stare blankly forward and your mouth goes dry. Small tears build in the rim of your eyes as memories flash by you. Shouting filled your ears as the smell of smoke invaded your nose. You blink your eyes back in to focus and force out the breath you didn’t know you were holding out.

“Umm yeah…I-I’m fine, just tired. It’s been a long day.” You ,through your hazy, pain-ridden brain, subconsciously lean back to finally rest your sore spine. With your eyelids covering the world from view, you softly sigh,”Thanks again…”

Arthur caught himself before he jumped too much when your back rested against him. He looked back at you, waiting to see if you were going to continue, but nothing else came out. He wasn’t sure how to respond: Should he ask more or let you rest? He felt empathy towards you, you’re a scared, hurt woman who’s all alone at night with no home. But, Arthur could tell you were running from something by the small bruises around your hands and wrists, and the instinct-driven fear in your eyes. He knew he shouldn’t ask you anything else, he knew he should just let you rest and drop you off at the doctor’s door, but his mouth betrayed him as his voice filled the air with the first question on his mind.

“Whatcha runnin’ from miss?”

…

‘She’s awake, I felt her tense up. Now I know she’s runnin…but from what?’ Arthur thought, ‘Could be anything: family, a husband maybe, or maybe something else…’ He couldn’t help but think the worst for a second. You’re just a woman who was riding to town, fell from your horse, and got caught up. That’s all, not everyone lives like him.

But after years of running, you learn a thing or two —- if you get caught, it’s best to be quiet and stay quiet.

Neither of you spoke as the horse marched along the road. Tension surrounded you both, the air filled with uncertainty as whispers of doubt flood your mind. Your silence made Arthur question your being even more now, he knew you were trying to come up with a lie. So he figured he wouldn’t give you the chance.

"Clementine, Do you have a bounty?"

Arthur was greeted to silence once again. His brow furrowed as he exhaled out of defeat.

“I don’t for now, but I know things will catch up to me. Things always do.”

"Mhm."

He looked back down at you — you noticed that he clenched his fist, which was something to worry about. He sighed, and continued on.

The ride wasn't much longer — after around 5 minutes, you began to hear the night-life chatter and noise from the town. You scan around trying to find a doctor’s office or infirmary, you look slightly behind and notice Arthur’s small scowl.

“Something wrong Arthur?”

"Nothin', just... just thinkin’."

He slowed Blue down as he carefully weaved his way on the main dirt road towards the town’s doctor, looking down at you as he did so. Pulling softly on the reins, Blue stopped in front of a worn, yet sturdy post with a huff escaping his loose lips.

‘Finally! Now just thank Arthur, maybe give him some money for helping and go inside.”

Your hand reaches for your satchel, but you feel Blue’s smooth coat instead.

‘Huh, my bag? Where’s my bag?!’ Patting around you, you feel nothing but wet skin, clothes and leather. Realization shot through your eyes.

“Wait! I don't have any money, I don't have anything! Everything I owned was on my horse. How am I gonna pay for the doctor or a room at the inn?!”

Arthur dismounted Blue and walked to his saddle. He took out his wallet and counted his cash, before taking out around $10, and handing it to you.

"Use that for the inn. I'm taking you to the doctor considering I’ve come this far."

He held his arms out waiting for you to grab him first, not wanting to hurt you. You weakly, yet happily accepted then, started off once more, and you held onto him as he did.

“I can’t take this, Arthur, not this much. How can I repay you?”

"You don't need to repay."

He stopped and pulled you closer.

"Ya' got no idea how many debts owed to me aren't paid back. This is a favor, Clementine. Take it."

“But I want to repay you. It’s only the right thing to do, Arthur.”

"Listen, Clem. That money means more to you than it does to me right now."

You huff as he smirked slightly.

“Fine. I'll drop it for now, but I am repaying you, Arthur Morgan.”

"Fine."

He sighed and continued walking on the dirt with you in tow. After a few more minutes, Arthur’s mud-caked boots reached the base of the porch steps

“Do you mind helping me again, Arthur? sorry, I can’t walk on my own and I think steps would be challenging.”

"Don't worry about it." He said, a small smile appearing on his face. He helped you climb up each one until you were passing through the doctor's door, and had you sit down in one of the waiting chairs.

"C'mon Miss Clem, we'll be here for a while."

“My ankle won’t stop throbbing and I feel kinda dizzy if I’m honest, Arthur.

"Just tryna calm down, Clem. Try to relax."

He sat down in another chair beside you putting his hand on your shoulder, trying to put you at ease. You try to focus on all that’s around you: the man coughing on your left, Arthur’s hand on your right shoulder, but the room still spins.

“But I'm tired…my eyelids are heavy…”

"Just try to rest, I'll wake you up once it’s your turn, alright?"

Arthur looked at you as you grew tired, his brow raised at concern. He knew your body was finally crashing after what he imagined was a fight for your life— a hand rubbed the top of your head and you lended right into it.

“You’ll stay here, right? I know that we just met, but don’t leave me here…please?”

"I'll wait here. I'm not leaving you here."

He smiled to himself. Arthur knew watching as your breathing became steady, slowly falling asleep.

“thank you, Arthur…”

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A few minutes later, a call for Clementine was called out from behind the counter. Arthur woke you up with a little shake. You stir, rubbing your dry eyes with a yawn and stretch.

"Hey there, miss. Wakey wakey. It's time to go, time to get checked."

You groan, “Okay and you’ll stay, right?”

He nodded.

"I'm not leaving ya' here alone. Don't worry." He smiled, helping you stand. He held you up, walking you down the long hallway to a room, filled with medical tools. He opened the door for you to enter.

“Okay…but promise me you’ll be right out here and I'll shout if I need you.”

Arthur stepped out of the room, closing the door. He sat down outside in a waiting chair, and waited. You sit awkwardly in the brown leather chair as pain weavers in and out of your body. Praying that the doctor would come at any moment as the thumping from your ankle filled your brain. You close your eyes and steady your breath, waiting.

“OW!!” You felt a pinch and a rush through your veins, your body jerked. Your eyes shot open and suddenly you couldn’t move, an arm locked you in the chair.

“Ma’am, please stay still so I finish preparing you and hello, I’m Doctor Drews. How are you feeling, darling?”

The doctor turned to a small, metal table and began rummaging through his tools. You can’t help but stare and feel strange —- scared, sore, and even more dizzy than before.

“U-umm in pain…my ankle got tr-trapped.”

‘C’mon focus. Breathe. The room’s not spinning… the room’s not spinning.’

He chuckled.

“Well that I can see. May I remove your boot, sweetheart?”

‘What’s with the pet names? Fuck! What did he say? My boot, right? Focus, the room’s not spinning.’

“Yes, that’s um fine.”

There wasn’t a still object in your vision. The room keeps spinning and slowly, your eyelids cover the world. You try to fight it but can’t, everything is heavy. Your body’s too heavy and can’t move, you start to go limp. The back of the chair below you lowered now laying angled.

You felt warmth and a tingle trail along your frame. You felt something wrong, deep in your gut.

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the nsfw alphabet for my favorite cowboy because I miss writing for him so please enjoy!!

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

if it’s your first time together, honestly probably dazed a bit.

He’ll gather himself quickly though and gets a rag or his bandanna to clean you off, then himself.

repositions your body, so you’re comfortable first then pulls the covers over you.

Waits a minute before laying beside you to give you a moment to yourself then he turns to his side to hold your waist.

^^ (also because he wants to look at your face.)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Arthur has low self esteem and calls himself, “ an ugly bastard.” so he doesn’t really have a favorite.

But maybe after you two are intimate, he’ll let it slip looking down at you while laying in his cot by saying, “ I love how ya between my arms darling.”

likes to hold you so your waist and thighs. (whether sensual or sexual)

loves to hold thighs while fucking you and grips them tighter the louder you whine.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

will definitely avoid cumming inside, especially in the beginning of your relationship.

cums on your stomach because he likes seeing his spend drip down your body. (and he can also see your flushed, dazed expression).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

definitely wants to cum inside, i just know it (because if he’s having sex with you, he wants you forever.)

likes when you praise and beg him a bit during sex. ( when you tell him, “you’re fucking me feel so good!!” , “oh Arthur, you feel so good inside me!).

Loves seeing his cum on your face after sex especially when you open your mouth and look at him with glossed over eyes.

(imagines what your ass feels while he thrust behind you since it looks so tight).

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Short answer, yes he knows what he’s doing.

Definitely learned through a working girl or two in his free-spirited youth.

But after Mary then Eliza and Issac, he decided he didn’t need sex or deserve it anymore.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he can see your face really.

Loves playing with your breast and pinching your nipples if you guys are in missionary.

Will lean over your body and suck on your breast while quickly fucking you

Doesn’t mean he won’t fuck you from behind if you ask

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Usually more serious during sex but sometimes can start with some sarcastic comments before your hands are on each other.

Devotes his attention and effort towards you in that moment.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

probably hairy than average based on his chest hair and beard. (but would trim some if you asked)

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

VERY!! (especially the first time.)

would be a bit cautious and definitely read you for signals for keep going

once he’s found a rhythm, it’s gentle but firm like he’s completely dedicating himself to you at that moment.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t jack off because he doesn’t have time since he’s always on jobs or doesn’t have the need to.

But if you aren’t together yet and he’s had a few too many then he’ll probably end up thinking about you and how you make feel. Then notices he’s hard and feels a bit guilty but palm himself a little before stroking his cock.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Claiming: he loves seeing his hands on you and his cum all over your body.

Cockwarming: feeling your warm pussy drip down his cock while you’re sitting in his lap

Strength Kink: holding your waist and seeing his hands turn the skin around them red and being able to fold you up to fuck you deeper.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

In a real bed preferably at a hotel or cabin, so you guys can also be away from the gang and have a sense of normalcy.

His tent while you two are on a hunting trip since he can hear every noise you make.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you’re riding him and look him dead in the eye, he’ll grab your face with one of his hands so you don’t break eye contact and bucks into you faster.

Making you feel good because it makes him feel useful and like he has a purpose. (especially when you praise him, he loves it).

When you sit on his lap and nuzzle into his neck, the warmth from you and the weight of your body makes him hard instantly.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Won’t ever hurt you on purpose in any way.

Cuckholding, it’s a matter of trust between you two in a relationship.

Never will cover your mouth because he loves your lil noises and if you need to tell him anything.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

personally giving because he wants to hold as much of you as possible.

grips the back thighs and pushes them up or the inside of thighs so he can spread your legs open.

starts with wide, flat strokes up and down the focuses on your clit by sucking on in and lapping the top of your folds.

Will drag his tongue down to your opening and tease it, going in and out til you whine or pull his hair a little for more.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Mostly slow, affectionate sex while you guys are on a hunting trip or going to town ,complete alone.

Again after a successful job, he’ll immediately find you, pull you into his tent/room and roughly kiss you before pushing your skirts up and eating pussy like his last meal. He’d work you open with fingers before shoving his cock inside you and setting a brutal pace, so he can keep riding that high.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn’t really quickies because again, he likes taking his time with you.

He won’t argue if he finds himself in the situation and will focus on you cumming first by rubbing your clit while fucking you fast and hard hitting that spongy spot inside you.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

With both your lifestyles, you constantly take risk and have fucked in an alleyway or a out of the camp’s border.

You like sneaking up to Arthur while he’s on guard duty and sucking him off. Wrapping one hand around what you can’t fit in your mouth and the other touching yourself, you look up at him and hmm around his cock and Arthur bites his bottom lip to keep quiet.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Arthur knows he ain’t no spring chicken anymore but he can still last about 2-3 rounds for needin a break.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

it’s 1899, so no.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

When giving oral, he likes to tease a bit since he loves the noises you make, the feeling of your thighs between his hands, your hands gripping his hair and sheets.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

With his lifestyle, he’s learned to be quiet and not draw any unnecessary attention.

But if you guys got a hotel room, you’d be able to hear his airy grunts and low groans.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Holding one of your hands during sex whether if it’s slow, passionate lover making or fast, hard, primal fucking.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7” inches and a little thicker than average.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Little to nonexistent before your relationship.

After you guys confessed, it starts slow then gradually gets higher over time.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Stays awake longer than you do to either clean up a bit or a peaceful moment to himself.

Will lay beside you even if he’s not tired so he can feel your body relax against him.

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1970s/80s jukeboxes

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