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[lizynownow]

Your wish is my.. Commaannddd!!

LH!Arthur // Hyper!femreader

I uhh... Kinda.. Switched it up a bit cuz I thought it would be more... Fitting, right? Also this is super short bc I'm amateur zadly

Arthur is 36 and f!reader is up to you.

WC 625 oh wow.. That's so short

Tags/warnings: Fluff , kinda ooc Arthur , a/n trying to be poetic , age gap. I think. , Arthur isn't an asshole just cuz he's lh

Arthur's birthday was coming up. You were nervous. Not because he's scary it's just.. That you like him. He basically saved your life when he found you struggling to survive out in the wild.

Your white and light pink dress, dirtied while you were kneeling on the ground, malnourished, dehydrated and so.. Sooo.. Hungry..

"Lady, you alright?" A deep, southern voice asked behind you. You looked back, frightened on what might come. Now, sitting on your butt and hands.

"Calm down. It isn't like I'm gonna kill ya. Unless.." He trailed off...

And that's how you joined the gang, partially.

You sat on your cot, shifting around while playing with the light pink ribbon attached to an ugly, small brown box. You really did have to give this to Arthur. It costed a few bucks but, it was fine.

Thinking of how you should approach him, you raised your hand up to rub your tired beady eyes. Yawning, too. Tearing up a bit.

The moonlight seeps though the tent cracks, unto your hands, now undoing the ribbon you made. revealing the insides.

A scarf that you bought back in Valentine. It was the only one in shop. Your small hands picking up the scarf, it was a light blue. You caress the silky, smooth material. Thinking if Arthur would like it.. You really pondered in that empty head of yours.

You lowered down your head, folding the baby-blue scarf back into the box. Putting back on the lid and tying it back up with the light pink ribbon. Setting it on the grassy floor in your tent.

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It was finally the day, you blinked a few times. Wiping your sweaty, moist hands on your frilly white skirt. Picking up the small box in your hands. It looked large when you were holding it, that's for sure.

You looked back to exit the tent, holding the box slightly more tighter than the one night you were preparing it. That alone should've said a lot. You clenched your eyes closed, not that hard though. Letting out a sigh.

Opening your eyes, your slow quiet steps hastily walking to Arthur.

He was smoking, leaning on a tree. Pretty weird for a guy to be on his birthday but, you really didn't mind it.

You coughed a few times, waving the smoke away from your face. That was what made Arthur, notice you and chuckle. He threw the cigarette butt, or what was left of it, on the grassy floor and stomped on it to distinguish it.

"Darlin' whatchu'-" he stopped his sentence Midsentence. You looked back up at him, towering over you. And he totally didn't mean to scare you but he always does find a way.

"What's that in your hands?" He asked. You looked back down on the gift, your small hands, lifting the box up to him. Your head still lowered to not make eye contact with him.

"I- uh.. It's for y-you!!" I said, flustered, you didn't even mean to stutter. You even practiced it before actually giving it to him.

He took the box in his left hand. With his dominant one, he put his thumb and pointer finger on each of your cheeks, making you look back up at him.

"I appreciate it, sweetheart." He thanked, nodding. You thought that was it. Your doe eyes looking up at him mesmerizing his features.

You couldn't have expected the next move he did, he kiiisseddd your forehead! Yeah you totally thought it was platonic. Before he stopped cupping your face and walked away.

Xtra:

The following night, you stopped in your tracks to turn your head and see Arthur having the same pink ribbon wrapped around his hat, and wearing the scarf around his neck.

[lizynownow]

Last idea before I make the other fanfic I promised to make //

How do we think abt f!reader acting bored and unimpressed while having intercourse with arthur to make him try more??? But uh she actually enjoys it and slips up on the act.

OKI LET ME KNOW WHAT U THINK! love u

[lizynownow]

Whenever I hear Micah talk he sounds super out of breath and is fighting for air in his lungs like he got winded. I would love for him to breathe down my neck while his beard tickles me ahahhaahahahahaahahahahah.... Hha... Haha

[lizynownow]

Ask/request rules

Hi I know only a pinch of ppl are gonna ask for fanfic things but uhhhhh fuck you

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What I can write:

Fluff, angst smut just anything in general.

I can also write fetishes.. Somehow. As long as it isn't too out there and weird as fuck.

I can write suicide, self harm etc etc...

What I CAN'T write:

I can't write pedophilia, incest.

If you want me to be really specific.. I don't like over-the-top requests where everything is planned out. Well, it's fine. Just weird.

Notes:

Be reminded that i'm only one human and it takes me a good amount of time to cook this up.

I don't take offence when ur requesting, I actually rlly like it when people request. It rlly shows me some ppl like my writing heehuaahhh

[lizynownow]

My birthday is coming up...

Both probably just fluff!! U and Artie are cuties

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A.M// HybridCat!F!Reader

Holy shit idk if I did the "!" Correct so pls tell me if I didn't and I'll edit it. Ok now fall off this building with me

Really short smut with no plot, choking, breath play

MINORS DNI 18+

His breath hitched, as soon as your tail wrapped around his throat. Restricting the regular airflow. Your tail, squeezing around his throat. Arthur became a groaning mess, under you. He always took the reins but, this was different.

It was another type of pain-pleasure. You were bouncing up and down on his dangerously, twitching cock. You laid your palms down on his abdomen, getting more support.

"A-arthur..-!" Your moaned, squeaking as you started to slow down. Arthur, the man he is, sensed you were getting tired. Half-assed. His cock getting harder by the minute. He stretched his arm to the bedside table, lazily getting his hat. Putting it atop yours. Putting his hands flush on your waist, in a bruising force.

He started to buck his hips into yours. Your tail loosens the grip on his neck. "Come on, kitten. Get a grip, hm?" He motivated you. The tip of his cock hitting your G-spot everytime you bounced. Your eyes started to roll back in pleasure. Your tail, gripping onto his neck once again.

"Should've-"

Thrust.

"Loosened you up, better hm-?" His sentence got cut off as his breath got thinner. Instead, he started groaning.

His thrusts became more sloppy as both of you tried to reach for their own highs. The leather hat, fell from your head as soon as you threw your head back, arching your back.

Your cunt clenched around his cock deliciously, your high releasing. But, he didn't end there. A few more thrusts and his release painted your inner walls white.

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I took this picture on my first ever playthrough.

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I spent 483.79 dollars on art comissions

[lizynownow]

Lenny is cute, SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!!!

[lizynownow]

Hey guys should I post fanfics? Mostly gonna be around rdr2 and all...

1 week if no one responds it leads to me to choose.. Sorry for my bad grammar, it's currently 2 am.

[lizynownow]

I made this "poem" abt Arthur. It isn't actually a poem, I just call it that.

Arthur Morgan. My body is rotting, the ache is everlasting. Shard bone is weak. As my flesh decays; pale sickness blooms. Seeping into dark muscle. And I can only pray; 'the wolves will be gentle with my corpse. "Oh, Dutch. He's a rat." Betrayal: The act of betraying someone or something or the fact being betrayed; violation of a person's trust or confidence, of a moral standard etc. "You know it, and I know it." Redemption: The act of being saved from sin, error or evil. Being delivered from the consequences of wrong doing through some form of payment or atonement. "He's sick, he's dying." Afraid: Feeling fear or worry about the possible results of a particular situation. "He's.. Talking crazy." Born unsalvageable, my ribs too sharp. "I'm afraid." My heart bleeds for salvation. Nevermore; pure. Love is to sin. "Oh Arthur." But I am so full of love? Nascent. The poison of nostalgia romanticizes the past. It infects the lungs with a cancerous longing. Time, indifferent; seeps into bone and breath. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯.

uhh the last part there is a font since I made it on my notes app on my cellphone.

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🦂 .

I love how these came out

DT: @souiiore

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THEYRE SO CUTE

My little meow meow, that's what he looks like in my eyes.

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I made him move

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“Hey, I found your blog on Tumblr-”