#Gunbelt

[cowboygunfighter5]

Cowboy with his Henry rifle. Clad in leather, waiting for some action…

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[synthwavecryptid]

it’s been one of those weeks… pass the old man yaoi

[onsomekindofstartrek]

It's so funny, I mean we all agree that Alyx Vance is pretty cool but have you actually looked what she's wearing? You could date the game to within three or four years just by the jeans.

Short denim jacket, light hoodie, low riding jeans with fake pockets, Wolverine boots... it was just, like, young fashion at the time, but it reads as very working-class, struggling older millennial now, as I suppose it would have to, given the way things go.

You could buy her entire fit at the average mall in 2004, but except for the boots you could buy her entire fit at Dollar General now. The shitty, unethically produced brands that get sold cheaply today are seemingly stranded in the early 2000's and frankly, I kinda understand why. The world changed in 2008, more than I think a lot of young people realize, and in the economy that exists since then, I know why they would just keep making the same clothes 15 years later.

It's just so funny how history affects cultural signifiers. They surely did not anticipate how Alyx's clothes would look 20 years down the... hold on, is that right? TWENTY YEARS? 20 years down the line, Jesus fucking Christ.

[thefandomlesbian]

Gotta say, all the wonderful things you can say about Matt Dillon, that man is not dad material. Telling an orphaned kid who just watched his caregiver die "you're a man now" as comfort. Telling another orphaned kid who just watched his grandpa get shot to go do his chores and milk his cow. He accidentally makes every young woman he meets fall in love with him. He manages to do right by Charity Gill, by getting her very far away from him 😂

[probably-impossible]

We did it guys, Blondie is actually blonde! (Aka behold my TMWNN mostly-closet cosplay)

[jessharperfan]

EP104 Gun Duel

This is one of the Jess and Mort Bromance episodes. The classic attraction between older and younger studs.

[1989nihil]

when was this post released? I know it's old, I've seen it before, but for the life of me I cannot remenber when it was released.

I swear to think this old poster was the answer. It was staring at us right in the face the whole time! This poster revealed the connection between Shinichi and Kid! Their Dads were the key! It was so simple! It was right there the whole time!

[vio-starclad]

Thinking of making some Impulsive Purchases to deal with The Feelings.

Wait are they still impulsive if I'm thinking about them?

[cowboygunfighter5]

I think you where to slow...

[twola]

Riding arthur and him just putting his hat on you and laughing, I feel like we need more fun smuts yaknow

Ride 'Em Cowgirl

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

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Your hips splay over his; large, warm hands encircle your waist. Your fingers spread out over the broad planes of his chest, granting you leverage as you undulate atop him.

The sinful sounds of wet skin sliding against wet skin fill the room, interspersed with deep grunts, high-pitched moans, and gasping breath.

Clothes litter the floor, a gunbelt is slung over a chair. The sheets of the too-nice bed are bunched up near the foot of it, while the frame squeaks with the flurried movements of the bodies atop it.

“Tha’s it, you��re such a good girl.”

The deep drawl of his voice goes straight to your cunt, making you moan aloud when your hips come down on his, your knees shaking with the exertion you’re putting your legs through, thighs burning like you’re in the saddle.

A hand moves from your waist up to cup your breast, his thumb brushing over your spit-slicked nipple and you shiver, your whole body shaking as you cannot help to clench around him.

“Arthur-” you pant.

Laid out beneath you, the outlaw bucks his hips up when he senses your fatigue, and the hand on your breast leaves, moving over to the side table next to the bed. You slow your hips, a questioning look in your eye.

Arthur grins, one hand moving down to your rear and squeezing mischievously. He grabs what he’s reaching for with the other - that old, beat up gambler’s hat.

Before you can ask what he’s doing with it, he pushes that hat down on your head - it’s far too big for you and lands slightly crooked before you right it, finding his face again. He chuckles, laugh lines appearing underneath the sandy brown stubble of his beard.

“Yer a right cowgirl now - y’like ridin’ me, dontcha?”

You laugh, the smile on his face infectious as you place one of your hands upon the hat to keep it atop your head. You lean down and place your lips on his, tilting the brim back as to not impede.

His tongue presses into your mouth, and your hips still as your attention is fully on kissing him, your other hand braced on the bed above his shoulder as his arms wind around your ribcage.

You begin to roll your hips again, and with him buried so deep within you, the both of you moan into each other’s mouths - losing yourself in each other once again.

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[kisblle]

Starved

Pairing: Low honor Arthur Morgan x female reader one shot

Author's note: This is my first fic, so please give me some grace on any errors present. Just wanted to let everyone know I am also new to Tumblr, so I am trying to learn the tips on how to work it, feel free to give any suggestions. Currently accepting requests! Also, warning on HEAVY, GRAPHIC sexual content!

Summary: You finally make a move on the cowboy, and he doesn't deny you.

You wanted to worship him.

All six-foot-one inches of him.

With your blurred vision, you fell onto your knees right infront of Arthur, finding your place between his thighs.

Arthur’s eyes immediately met yours with shock, “What’r you doin’?”

“Let me,” you begged, reaching for his gun belt.

The cowboy didn’t stop you, his breath hitching for no more than a singular moment before his lips parted, his eyes focusing on your hands near his private region.

Months he had been gone.

Months you had laid in your cot gnawing at your finger nails not knowing if he'd ever return. You weren't scared that he'd run away, Hell, the man wouldn't dare. You were more scared of that five thousand dollar bounty on his head or another unfortunate run in with the O'driscolls.

What if he had died and you never got to confess your feelings to him? That is what perhaps frightened you the most. But now that he was finally here, you would refuse to wait any longer.

Hid behind nothing more than the thin canvas flaps of his tent, you sat between his legs, working at unbuckling his leather gunbelt from his hips. You didn't care if he didn't feel the same, you just wanted to touch him, worship him, you were starved, and for Arthur was just a man.

You worked diligently, setting down his gunbelt gently next to him on his cot and quickly started on the buttons of his jeans until you saw the red fabric of his union suit start to appear. Arthur made quick work of his suspenders as he dropped them to his sides, his calloused hands swiftly unbuttoning his collared shirt.

The gunslinger didn’t talk; he didn’t have to. By the way he was quickly stripping himself of his clothes you knew he wanted you as much as you wanted him. But deep down you had known that, you knew that all those years of playful banter and shy looks across camp always meant something, and the way he undressed himself so heatedly confirmed it for you.

Once Arthur had worked himself from everything but his union suit you pulled yourself onto his lap, gently starting to tear at the buttons of his suit. The cowboy stared deeply into your eyes, his face expressionless as if he was in a matter of shock and confusion, still, he didn't stop you.

You swiftly pulled the top half of his union suit off of him, the sleeves piling at his hips. Your mouth watering as your eyes fell onto his broad, hairy chest. Your right hand gently finding it's place roaming over the soft curls of his torso.

With your free hand you placed it upon his already blood swollen member, only the thin fabric of his union suit seperating your touch. For a moment Arthur's breath hitches as you grab at his cock, leaving him wanting so much more.

Arthur wasn't one of those proper folks you would find in Saint Denis with their pomaded hair and soft hands. Arthur was a man. His fingers were calloused, his chest broad and littered with scars from years of labored work. He was a man that didn't know more than a day worth of comfort; the kind of man that took what he wanted, and you were ready to give your all to him.

You found yourself kissing his neck as your free hand roamed all over his body. He smelled of tobacco and pine, an intoxicating mixture that enveloped your nose as you nibbled on his ear.

The man did not touch you, instead he leaned back on his palms as he moaned at every touch. With every kiss of his neck his cock pulsated in your hand, with every soft caress through his chest hairs he whimpered. His head cocked upward to the top of the tent, his mouth parted as he breathed heavily. Never had you seen the man in such a vulnerable state, just the view of him sent you over the top.

As you sucked on his salty skin you dreamt of him taking you hard and needy against his cot for everyone to hear. But no, you wouldn't let that happen until you were able to worship him the way he deserved.

You knew the cowboy was ready for more when his moans started to become louder. Slowly your kisses dropped from his neck and made the way to his chest as you fell back onto your knees infront of him. His head lowering in the process as he watched your face diligently find its way to the chestnut curls right above his thighs.

Before pulling the rest of his union suit down, you looked up at him. He was a mess, the cowboy was breathing heavily through his nose as his azure eyes were nearly glued to your own. In a swift motion you pulled the rest of his suit downward, the red cloth pooling at his feet. Arthur's hefty cock was beautiful; it was large and swollen with blood as it bobbed up and down inches from your face, begging for you to touch it.

You looked up at him, trying to read any expression on his face but you were met with a furrowed brow. “Open up,” he commanded, taking your loose hair in the back of your head to his palm.

You parted your lips at his command.

He gently pushes your head towards his cock, as you let just the tip enter you. You taste small drops of his salty precum on your tongue, playfully suctioning onto the tip of his cock. Your tongue dancing on his slit, making sure no more than just the first two inches of him enter your puckered mouth.

Oh how you wanted to watch him squirm. Arthur clenched his jaw as he did his best to control himself as you continued to suck on his sensitive tip.

The cowboy finally let out a deep, whiney, whimper as he realized you were not going to stray from his tip without feedback. "Come on girl'" he whined, pulling your hair tighter in his hands as he hiked his hips up toward your mouth.

His breathless command was enough for you to release him from your lips with a loud pop. For moments you sat there with his swollen member bouncing in your face, the look in his aqua eyes begging you to take him back into your mouth. His hips thrusting up at your face as if he was trying to tell you something without speaking.

Him begging for your touch was exactly what you wanted. His breath hitching once more before you finally decided to relieve him from his predicamant. You placed his large, swollen member into your mouth once again. This time, not breaking eye contact as you slip your tight mouth all the way down his shaft, until your chin rested on his testicles.

For seconds you just waited there, his cock shoved all the way down your throat. You wanted him to watch you take it, you wanted him to know the lengths you would go to make him feel good even if it was a challenge for you. You wanted him to know that you were his to use as he pleased, you wanted him to know that you worshipped the ground he walked on. You pushed your head down even harder, until you could feel the tip of his cock hit the very back of your throat, doing your best not to gag.

You only slid back up on his cock when your eyes started to water and snot started to leak from your nose. Only then is when your mouth made work of him. Mouth sliding up and down, over and over again on his shaft. Quickly, but in repetetive, suctioned motion.

Arthur's legs started to shake in pleasure as you sucked at him as hard as you could. Your tongue massaging his shaft as your head bobbed up and down, your saliva coating every inch of his hard cock, some even dripping down to the inside of his thighs.

You knew Arthur wasn't a gentleman, so it came to no surprise when when the hands that were holding up your hair were now pushing your head deeper onto his cock. Most times you would find actions like this displeasing, but it was Arthur, and you would do about anything to make him feel good.

You let him take control of your mouth as he pushed your head up and down onto him, over and over. Your eyes started to water even more everytime the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat, but you wanted this. You revelled in his pleasure.

"That's right girl, take it," he commanded as he pushed your head even deeper onto his cock, your soft hair balled up into his palm.

His eyes were fiercly glued to you and you did your best to keep the eye contact as you bobbed up and down. "S' beautiful," he huffed as you finally pulled your head back, a small trail of saliva connecting your lips to the tip of his cock.

You wanted to worship the man, you wanted to take him into your mouth over and over again. But you needed just a few seconds to collect yourself, to give your jaw just a quick moment of peace before preceeding.

Arthur eyes widened in fear as he worried that he had hurt you, gently placing his free hand on your cheek, wiping away a tear. "Did I hurt you-."

But just as quick as you pulled your mouth off of him, you had placed both your hands on his shaft, positioning the rest of his length back inside your mouth. That move alone answered his question.

Your hands made quick work as you pumped him into your mouth over and over, the cowboy seemed to like this as he readjusted himself on the cot multiple times, not being able to keep still. His teeth fiercely biting his bottom limp as he whimpered.

"Good girl," he grunted as you pumped him again, your lips suctioning to his shaft.

You could tell the gunslinger was close to finishing when his hand started to pull tightly on your hair, little whimpers starting to escape his mouth more frequently.

Seconds later he pulled himself out of you, his hand finding his way to his saliva coated cock as he started to finish on the ground next to you.

That’s not what you wanted.

You wanted him to finish inside you. You wanted to taste his salty cum inside your mouth, you wanted to see the look on his face when you swallowed it for him. You wanted him to know the length you would go for him.

So you forcefully pulled his hands away, placing your lips back onto his member and pushing your mouth deep onto his cock in a repetitive motion. Immeditaly Arthur came, the bitter taste of him erupting in the back of your throat.

Arthur's eyes rolled into the back of his head as you pulled that manuever, he grunted in pleasure as he watched you continue to suck him dry. You waited a handful of seconds after he finished to let him out of your mouth as you pulled your face to his ear, largely gulping so he could hear his cum drop down your throat.

Arthur let out a loud breath as he realized what you had just done. His eyes widening curiously at you.

You didn't kiss him goodbye, you didn't confess your feelings to him either. You took your sleeves, wiping the mess of saliva and tears off of your face as you stared at him with a mischievous grin.

Arthur was stunned as he watched you collect yourself, his knees cocked in opposite directions as his union suit still piled at his ankles. His palms placed behind him as he propped himself up, still breathing heavily in pleasure.

You didn't say a word before quietly lifting up his tent flaps to escape to your own, knowing by his dumbfounded expression that you had left him wanting more.

[allzelemonz]

Sit Still: Arthur Morgan X Male Reader

Fictober Prompt: Day 6, Dubcon/Frottage Pronouns: he/him, Reader referred to as ‘boy’ Physical Sex: AMAB Rating: E/Smut Warnings: Slight dubcon, frottage, sex with clothes on, grinding, kissing, neck kissing, marking, low honor Arthur Morgan, dominate Arthur and submissive Reader, sleeping, slight cuddling Summary: With the whole camp noticing Arthur’s darker turn recently, Dutch sent you out to keep an eye on him.

The gang isn’t entirely sure what’s been going on with Arthur. All Miss Grimshaw told was that he’d told Mary-Beth that he’d been killing people without reason. Even Dutch is concerned, shutting himself and Hosea in his tent to talk about their son. You heard John telling Abigail not to let Jack near him for now. Kieran’s been shyer around him. Uncle hasn’t asked him for money. Something is wrong with the Van der Linde work horse, his mind isn’t as it should be.

So being alone with him is a little unnerving.

Dutch warned you explicitly before you left for this overnight job. “Watch him.” He said. “Tell me what you think.”

You glance up at Arthur. His eyes are fixed on the fire as he pokes it with a stick. He seems fine right now and he was pleasant enough on the ride out, telling a few jokes and making idle conversation. Dutch trusted you with this little ruse, a half baked job to observe Arthur’s mental state, because he knows you can handle yourself. You could fight him off at the very least, get to your horse, and you can watch him unlike Micah or Bill.

Still, your heart races.

“What’s got you all worked up?” Arthur mutters, eyes fixing on you as he sits back on his bedroll across the fire. “Somethin’ Dutch said?”

Your breath hitches but you shake it, keeping your cool. “Just cold out here, should’ve worn a better coat.”

Arthur hums, his eyes boring into you so hard you can feel it.

He just seems different, very much not himself. You know Arthur well enough to know he’s not usually the kind of man to feel so off putting. He’s an outlaw, sure, but he’s usually the type you’d feel safe sharing a camp with. Right now you have half a mind to think he might slit your throat in your sleep. But it’s Arthur, he wouldn’t do anything like that. He wouldn’t.

“Cold, huh?”

You meet his eyes for a moment, that same bright color shaded by the dark flames. They look menacing somehow, even though you’ve seen them scrunched with laughter and accompanied by flushed cheeks. You just nod.

“Suppose I am too.” He says without a hint of a shiver. “Maybe we should share, keep each other warm.”

You feel a twinge in your chest. Share? With Arthur? No doubt you’ve thought about it, cuddling up to him in his tent on cold nights at camp. And you especially thought about it when you were up in Colter. But now, with the way Arthur’s been these past few weeks, the thought makes you nervous.

“I’m alright, Arthur.”

“No.” He says gruffly. “I insist.”

You stare for a moment. Insist?

Then Arthur moves, standing and walking off into the dark. You assume he goes to take a piss, not overly concerned about his whereabouts. He’s too far away to see for a while so you give yourself time to think. Arthur Morgan… insisting?

It happens fast, hands shoving your shoulders and weight on top of you before you can do anything. You’re pinned to your bedroll and when you look up, it’s Arthur’s dazzling eyes looking down at you. He’s sitting on your legs, just below your gunbelt, his hands holding your wrists on either side of your head.

You swallow your nerves before you speak. “Arthur?”

He shushes you, soft and smooth, as he moves your wrists together so he can hold them with one hand. You don’t have the present mind to protest anyway. With his newly free hand, he unbuckles your gunbelt and you mindlessly lift your hips to let him pull it off.

“Good boy.” He mutters, his hand settling on your stomach. “Sit still fer me.”

You don’t dare move when he lets your wrists go. Arthur could kill you in a second if he really wanted to. Even if you still had your guns, no one is a faster draw than him. He shifts up your legs a little, leaning forward so his body covers yours. Your mouth goes dry when you feel it, Arthur’s dick pressing into your own. It’s hard, straining against his pants as he begins to grind into you. He hardly bothers to spare you of his weight, leaning hard into you and his arms only serving to sit beside your head as he breathes against your neck. His legs are spread over you, leaving only your own legs as a probable means of escape.

But do you want to?

Arthur’s an attractive man, usually a good one too. The Arthur you know would have asked before pinning you down, he would’ve been more gentle about it. But this… this feels good too. Arthur’s dick rubbing yours through two layers of pants has already gotten you half hard, and when you feel his lips at your neck, you become solid. Arthur groans against your skin, his hips digging against yours further and faster. He’s sloppy, needy, and you wonder why he doesn’t just shed the clothes keeping you apart.

In a way, you’re thankful he doesn’t.

“Ya feel good, boy.” He murmurs, his lips pressing wet, hot kisses along your neck.

“Arthur…”

He shushes you again, moving his head to kiss you properly. He’s warm and he tastes so deeply of whiskey you have to wonder if he’s drunk. The movement of his hips distracts you before you can think much about it. Fast, impossible good ruts that make your clothes rub heavenly against your sensitive dick. And when paired with Arthur’s rough lips on your own and the force of it all, you feel yourself getting close.

Arthur pulls away from the kiss, sitting up slightly as his hands return to hold your wrists. You haven’t moved them, you’ve barely moved at all. Only the slight jut of your hips or the squirming of your legs, nothing Arthur has noticed. He grinds down against you, a low groan coming out of him and you have to hold your own expressions in.

“Knew you’d be good.” He mutters. “Just wait ‘til I do this proper.”

You feel a hitch in your throat, then the waves over take you as Arthur ruts faster. You grind up into him and you can hear him chuckle as he leans down to suck a mark into your neck. Your vision blurs a bit as you come down. There’s a new feeling that accompanies the same heavy weight of Arthur, a wet warmth in your pants. Arthur has drooped into you, his breathing slow and steady and his arms wrapped around you. Timidly, you move your arms around him once you hear the gentle snores.

You have no idea what you’ll tell Dutch now.

[billysgun]

your girl

billy the kid x cowgirl!reader |requested!|Ciara is a childhood friend turned lover one drunken night...he lives with the consequence daily and now, with his eyes set on you, you do too.|

"how 'bout this one?" Ciara smiles, curls bouncing as she picks up an obviously rotten fruit

"mm, it looks ripe!" Billy smiles back at her as she lets out a soft laugh, placing the moldy fruit down as her painted nails skim the apples

"can 'ya check over there for some oranges, there in season" she purses her lips before pointing down ways way, he nods and passes through civilians before finding the citrus

well, not just the citrus.

your hair was out of the bun you usually kept it in, he knows because it's tucked under the cowboy hat you usually have cemented on when you ride.

he saw your horse when they walked in but he only prayed he'd be able to see you.

you're Jesse's sister. he's been riding with you since he can remember and also felt his heart race around you since he can remember

all this time and he's only stuttered a few words to you.

"sir, are you gonna buy that?" the cart owner asks and he shakes his head to get you out of it, flipping a coin to the owner as he takes the orange he'd been gripping for a few minutes.

he loves Ciara...but he doesn't love her.

they were friends until a drunken mistake and awoke no longer virgins and suddenly a couple.

he hates himself for it. taking her virginity when he had more whiskey than blood in him and now he pays the price with this relationship they never questioned.

he assumed the pet names and touches would stop after a few weeks, but then he heard from the townspeople that they were together.

he'd go up to her and tell her...but he feels too guilty. and now you're here and he can't think straight

"Hey Billy" your southern accent rings through his ears and he turns to see you, hand on your gunbelt and a smile on your lips. he can feel his face burn at the sight

"hey, Y/n. what 'cha doin' here?"

"gettin' food." you snort out the obvious and he shakes his head, feeling like an idiot around you

"I assume you doin' the same with your girl?" you tilt your hat toward Ciara.

even you knew about this.

"uh- yeah, I am- we are..." he corrects, staring at the sand beneath him as you let out a giggle that always makes him smile

"well, I'll see you back at the cabin" you grin before spinning on your boots and walking back toward your horse, he wants to punch himself...but when he turns to see an awaiting Ciara, he wants to punch himself even more.

"Billy!" she calls out, he makes his way toward her, but after he turns and gets one last look at you.

an: thank you for requesting! I already talked about this, but I'll reiterate it again...because billys character would 100% break it to Ciara that he doesn't love her, but because he took something irreplaceable from her and she loves him he just feels too guilty. and he's also a mess around y/n because he knows it's awful to feel the way he feels about you, but he can't help it. SO, that's why he might seem a little ooc!! <333 ilysm! <333

[gem-likes-rdr]

I'm so feral about this stance

I wanna grab him by the gunbelt.