#charles smith drabble

[orchid-and-bone]

"Silver Lining" ||

Charles Smith x GN!Reader

Rating: None

Length: 2.5k

A/N: I had the idea run in my head after a friend told me about it storming where they live, which a little fic popped into my brain, and I do have an idea for a second part if anyone shows interest~

But I adore Charles and think he deserves the world. This is my first time ever writing for him, so I hope I did some justice!

Summary: You were separated from your father while on a business run, and now you're stranded with no way home and soaked from the raging storm. A stranger approaches you and offers his hand, and when you take it, you find a new friend.

The only thing that made today even worse was the steady rumble of the storm that was rolling in toward your direction. Of course, why wouldn't it start storming soon? You felt the chill of the air hit your skin, the leaves in the trees slowly began to wave gently, and then their dance became panicked. The clouds ahead rolled in, deep, grey, and heavy. You tried to find shelter quickly before you felt the gentle, cold raindrops begin to fall, but there was none around for miles, and you had no clue. 

You'd run for a cluster of trees and figured that the grouping of leaves and branches would save you somehow, which was true for the moment, but as soon as the heavier clouds slowly made their way overhead, you knew you were doomed. Your entire outfit was soaked, the jacket you had that was draped over your head barely kept the water from getting into your face, it just dripped right through the fabric. You let out a frustrated groan as the rain hid your tears, but you wiped them away angrily and figured you'd just wait till the storm passed. 

If the thought of asking strangers for help didn't terrify you, you would have been waving your arms frantically so you could have been seen sooner, but you remained hidden among the trees for now. You figured you could wait it out and see what would happen from there, only problem was that it wasn't letting up. 

Over an hour passed and you were feeling as miserable as a wet cat in a burlap sack, and there had barely been anyone on the roads to flag down in the first place. You sniffled and wished that you weren't so nervous, you felt defeated.

What you didn't hear was the sound of hoofbeats approaching, the thunder drowned that out completely, instead, you had your arms wrapped around your legs as you lowered your head, wishing the rain would stop just for a little while. 

The man on his horse rode as fast as he could to try and get back to his camp, he had been just caught out in the storm coming back from an errand he had to run for Dutch, so if he timed it right, he could get back before it really got too unbearable. His horse, Taima, was sprinting fast since she didn't want to be out in this weather either, the man couldn't blame her. He was almost so set on getting back that he barely saw you, a brief blur in his peripheral, but he managed to spot you.

He pulled on Taima's reigns and she chuffed in response, wondering why they were both slowing down, but she trotted where she was needed. The horse trotted right up to you as you shivered from the cold, and you looked up in curiosity. 

“Are you alright?” The man asked you, looking down with wet hair plastered to his face. He was large, bulky, like he could punch a man once and he'd be out of commission for a week. “Are you hurt?” 

You looked up from him and stared for a second, wondering if it was your imagination conjuring a savior of some kind or if it truly was someone there to save you. “Hello, I uh, I’m cold… and lost.”

The man then hopped down from his horse and crouched under the leaves with you, checking to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. “Hmm. You seem unhurt, so that's good. Where do you stay? I could give you a ride back.”

You're shivering as you look up at him, wondering how far you'd gotten from home. “I live near Emerald Station on Emerald Ranch, you know where it is?”

“That's quite a ride from here, how'd you end up all the way out here?” 

You looked ashamed, but he didn't press any further, instead, he reached for your hand. “Come on, I'll get you home, okay?” 

You just smiled up at him and nodded, then grabbed his hand. He was so warm despite the rain still pouring down, and you wished you could retain some of the heat he was giving off, it felt wonderful. He assisted you onto his horse, but instead of sitting on the back, he made sure to sit you in the front, that way his arms could envelop you and give you some of his body heat. 

“I hope you don't mind, this way you can keep some warmth,” he explained as he settled in on the saddle. 

You tried to get as comfortable as you could, but it didn't matter, the heat was the most important. You clung to his arms and snuggled back against his chest, shaking like mad as you braced yourself for the ride. “This will work, thank you,” you sighed in contentment, already feeling safer with this man as your teeth chattered.

“I'm Charles,” he said as he snapped the reigns of his horse, and now you were on your way back home.

It was embarrassing really, how you ended up all the way out here on your own, far from Emerald Ranch. You and your father had taken a long ride out for a business venture just outside of Rhodes, and of course, you wandered a tad too far from the wagon, interested in the beautiful nature that surrounded you. When you had been far too invested in following a small group of foxes, there was a commotion and gunfire, so you ran. Of course, you ran, you wanted to stay safe. You heard your father shouting for you to hide, all you heard was his voice and gunfire. 

You wished he was okay…

The sharp cold from the rain began to sting as soon as you felt the sliver of warmth from Charles, but you tried not to let it affect you too much, you just had to hope that you would be home and your father would be alright. You were so lost in thought that you weren’t sure if the man had spoken at all or if you had been imagining it, but when he cleared his throat, you looked up at him in confusion.

“Did…you say something? I’m sorry, I was thinking…” you explained timidly.

The man looked down at you ever so slightly to check on you, and you caught a glimpse of the scar that adorned his cheek, but you said nothing about it aloud. You were curious how he got it, but you had no place to ask such things, nor would you have that courage. “I was just asking you if you were hurt at all, or if you could remember what happened.”

“Oh, um, I got lost, separated from my father. I don’t know if he’s alive…” Saying it out loud made it too real, you wanted to cry with how your entire body felt as if you were riding waves. 

Charles continued to ride down the path, keeping an eye out for anything out of the ordinary or Lemoyne Raiders, which had become a larger problem as of late. “Well, do you remember how you got separated?” He asked you, hoping you could give him something to work with so he could help, considering he could track fairly well. 

Your eyes darted down and watched as his hands held onto the reigns, you committed the lines, the scars, and the contours by memory as you sat there between the horse and his chest. “I think… something happened with his business proposal he had with some men, maybe some bounty hunters or gang members… I dunno, I wandered off and got separated before I heard the gunshots.”

Charles listened and continued to guide Taima, finally crossing into New Hanover territory, but there was still quite a ways to go, and the rain was slowly but surely mellowing as you both continued to ride. Maybe asking you what happened wasn’t such a great idea, despite wanting to reunite you with your father, maybe you required more of a distraction than recalling painful memories. 

“Emerald Ranch is a nice open area, you lived there long?” 

You were thankful for the topic change as you wiped away the tears and rain that fell against your face. “Yeah, my whole life so far, it’s quiet mostly, never really get a lot of nonsense there. I get to watch the deer and wild horses a lot,” you said as you took in the scenery around you. Despite the circumstances, you thought that it was a beautiful area.

A small smile played at his lips. “So you like nature, I'm assuming?”

“Mhm, watching the wild horses is my favorite thing when I get to sit alone in the fields, it's peaceful.”

“I like nature as well, I track a lot of animals and you get to see all sorts of creatures and places you never really expect.”

“How far have you been here, you know, in the country?” 

“Well, Colter has been the coldest and farthest up I've been, the mountains are no joke.” 

You thought of how beautiful the snow looked across the mountains, wondering just how cold it was out there, and just what types of animals inhabited the snowy hills. “That is pretty far,” you pointed out with a small smile.

Charles nodded and made a content hum, wondering if he should tell you about the interesting creatures he saw while he was stranded in the mountains mere months ago, but he had wondered if this conversation was stimulating enough for you, that is until you spoke up again. 

“What kind of animals are up there? I heard there’s a rare bison that’s seen around there, its fur is pure white.” You had heard stories around the states that there were legendary, rare animals that were scattered all around, most of their coats being a pure snowy white or a rare pattern.

Charles was impressed with your knowledge of things surrounding that nature, but he was also interested in spotting some of the rare creatures on his own time. “I  believe you’re right, I have a friend who goes hunting regularly to help feed our camp, and he says there are rare animals scattered across the states.”

Your eyes brightened at the mention of it and wondered just how many there were out in the world, you were curious to know if there were even any nearby, so maybe once you were home safe and sound, you could ask around. The silence between you two wasn’t uncomfortable in the slightest, but you felt that he was a man who didn’t say much, kept his cards close, which you didn’t mind. You weren’t exactly dissimilar to the man who saved you, always feeling that your feelings and thoughts shouldn’t be overshared, you never knew who would use that against you. 

You could finally see the outskirts of the ranch as you rode closer, your chest tightened, hoping you could see your father's wagon, but maybe he’d gotten home some other way. Or what if he wasn’t home at all? What if something-

“We’re just about there,” Charles said, snapping you out of your daze. “Which house is it? I’ll make sure you get there.” He slowed Taima down to a trot as he entered the grounds of the ranch, and you pointed.

“There, that larger house in the center, to the right.” You were still in his arms now, wondering if you’d get home to your worried mother, already seeing her face brighten when she laid her eyes upon you, but that smile faded when your father was nowhere in sight. What would you tell her? HOW could you tell her? 

Charles stopped his horse and he patted your shoulder gently, then grabbed your hand as you slowly hopped down. He then proceeded to jump down beside you and wrap an arm around your shoulders, walking you straight up to the door. “Are you going to be okay?” He asked in his gentle tone, looking over at you with an unreadable expression. 

When you froze at the door, not reaching for the handle, you looked up at him with worry etched into your features. “I’m not sure… I don’t know if my father is here, or alive for that matter…”

“I can keep a look out-”

The door swung open, revealing your disheveled father looking like a sopping wet cat, but his face conveyed all the love in the world when you stood there. “Oh, sweetheart! You’re alive! I can’t believe what happened, oh-” Your father threw his arms around you and almost sobbed against you.

You stood there in complete surprise, but that heaviness lifted as soon as you realized this wasn’t a cruel trick. Your arms wrapped around your father and squeezed so tight that you thought he’d pop. “Dad, I… I thought something happened…” You sighed in relief and then looked back at Charles, who was beginning to walk away. You pulled away from your father and reached out, touching Charles’s shoulder. “Wait.”

He turned to look at you and offered a quizzical look. “Are you alright?”

“Well, er, yes, but please,” you began as you began to dig through your pocket, then you pulled out a few crumpled bills that were soaked. “Er, sorry, but please, this is all I have and I want you to have this.”

Charles shook his head with a small smile. “No, that’s quite alright, you keep it.” He grabbed your hand and curled your fingers back around the bills, his large hand encasing yours. 

“But, I insist you take it for the trouble.”

He just smiled a little wider. “Trust me, it was no trouble at all. You stay safe, okay?” He placed a hand gently on your shoulder to express how much he appreciated your kindness. 

He was kind, and selfless, and could have probably used the cash to help himself. Instead, he just refused it and just wanted to see you safe. In a moment of weakness, you did the same as you did with your father and hugged the larger man, thankful that he came to your rescue. You smiled as you squeezed him, and slowly but surely, his arms wrapped around you and he stroked your shoulders gently.

You told him your name and your smile only grew. “Can I see you again?” You asked him with a sudden urgency, hoping to repay his kindness later on. 

“Thank you, Charles…”

“You’re welcome, oh, I never caught your name.” He pulled away and looked down at you, your eyes shining with happiness as you flashed him a smile. 

He was taken aback by this question, unsure of how to really answer, mostly because he never knew what would happen with Dutch and the camp, he didn’t want to make promises he couldn’t keep. But when Charles looked down at you and you just looked at him so fervently that it was as if he couldn’t say no, even if he wanted to.

“Of course, I would like that very much.” 

[cemetery-sunset]

Hat Thief pt. 2 - Micah Bell x Morgan!Reader

Summary: After Reader stole Micah's hat playfully, Arthur catches her wearing it and is not happy.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings / Tags: morgan!reader, she/her pronouns, fighting

A/N: i said this would be just a oneshot and look at us now, im not even mad about it. divider from: @saradika-graphics

After she ran away from Micah’s shouts, she went around the big, white house to the other side of the camp. She saw Mary-Beth, Tilly and Karen sitting at their wagon, working on their sewing and washing. 

“Hey, ladies!” Her smile was nearly splitting her face as she tipped her hat to her friends. They immediately took notice. 

“Honey…” Mary-Beth started, trying to approach the subject respectfully. 

“Where’s your hat?” Tilly cut her off.

“Oh, it’s just inside, why?” She turned and gestured to the big house. 

“No reason…” Mary-Beth tried to play it cool, glancing at her friends. They all had matching looks of concern donning their faces. 

“Why the hell is you wearin’ Mr. Bell’s hat?” Karen rudely asked, spitting venom on the man’s name. She always said it like that, everyone did. Nobody ever called him his name kindly, or with respect. It was always venomous… and he was always venomous in return, it was a never ending cycle. 

“I stole it from him.” She smiled, slightly laughing as she said it. She made it a point to be over dramatic and pose with it. 

“I think it looks good on me, right?” The trio sat stunned, looking up at their friend. 

“If your daddy sees you in that-” Mary-Beth tried to remain civil. 

“What the hell is Arthur gonna say?!” Karen got all too worried and loud. 

“You gotta give that back.” Tilly kept her head and only spoke logically. 

“Why would you even take his hat anyway?” Tilly added as Mary-Beth looked around their friend, trying to scope out if Arthur was anywhere in sight. He was not. 

“Well, I just…” The thief trailed off, her face flushing as she failed to find the words to admit her intentions. 

“I thought it would be funny to mess with him!” She shook her head and tried to keep up a cool facade. 

“There are plenty of ways to mess with Mr. Bell that don’t require givin’ your father a heart attack OR spreading rumours ‘round camp….” Karen said, glancing at Tilly and Mary-Beth for a moment before focusing on her friend. 

“You… do know what it means to wear a man’s hat, don’t you?” Karen asked, not wanting to embarrass or scare off her friend. 

“Karen Jones! I would not- I mean I don’t- That’s improper!” The thief flushed bright red. The truth was that she did know what it meant, she knew it all too well. Her intentions were only to flirt with Micah and mess with him a little… she didn’t plan this far, after her moment with Micah.

The girl all erupted in a chorus of laughing and comments in disbelief. They tried to ask her more questions, but the thief was too embarrassed at being caught. 

“You can’t like Micah, honey, he’s horrible!” Mary-Beth said, trying to comfort her. 

“I don’t like him!” The thief tried to retaliate, but got cut off. 

“Then why’d you take the hat?” Tilly asked. 

“And more importantly, why is you still wearin’ it?” Karen nearly laughed. 

The thief’s face could not possibly get any more red. She threw up her hands, and pushed the hat further onto her head. 

“That’s IT! I’m done with y’all! I don’t like him!” She stormed off like a child being caught red handed. 

“This isn’t going to be good. I hope she gets rid of that thing ‘fore Arthur gets back.” Mary-Beth said, worried about the possible chaos. 

As the thief was walking, she reached up and touched the brim of the large, off-white hat. The feeling of the hat, the texture of it felt nice on her hands. It felt different than her hat, it was nice. She didn’t realise a small smile was on her face until she reached the main campfire in front of the big house. 

The thief sat down on the log by the fire, just enjoying the sight. Nobody else was around the fire, there was just Reverend on his bedroll, but he was passed out. The thief just gazed into the fire, and sat back, crossing her legs and humming a tune, enjoying the peace and quiet. 

She heard someone walking around, she didn’t care enough to look up and see who it was. She failed to see Micah come around the side of the house, coming closer to the fire before redirecting to sit at the main table. Micah gave up on chasing his thief, he knew that she was just playing, there was no harm. For once, he was content to just let her have it. 

Pearson was busy chopping food and preparing dinner. Uncle came stumbling to the fire before plopping himself down in a seat and starting to ramble to nobody in particular. The thief watched Kieran walk around and tend to the horses. 

It was nice to sit and enjoy the peace and quiet for a while. 

As she was watching Kieran brush The Count, she saw her father come riding down the long pathway with John and Charles right behind him. She smiled and waved, but didn’t bother to get up from the log. Micah didn’t look up at all, he was too enraptured by his own thoughts as he watched the knife in his hands slide against a piece of wood. 

“Hey, Pa!” The thief said cheerfully, before greeting his two companions. 

“Get anythin’ good?” Arthur vaguely gestured to Charles as the man held up a string of fish. 

“Got some nice bass, mostly.” Her father responded, distracted from his own tiredness. The trio tied up their horses and walked further down the entry’s path. 

Arthur stopped dead in his tracks when he looked up to see his only daughter wearing the hat of the man he hated the most. The thief herself had her eyes closing and her head leaning back, enjoying the last licks of sunlight on her face. 

“Darlin’.” He spoke, his voice cold. The thief’s head jumped up and looked at her father, knowing something was wrong just by that tone, but not realising what it was. Before she could even ask what was wrong, he cut her off. 

“Why the hell are you wearing that hat?” John and Charles looked at each other before Charles put the fish down on Pearson’s table, focusing his attention back onto his best friend. 

The thief jumped out of her seat, immediately standing rigid. She looked up and went to step over the log and take the hat off of her head. At that point, Micah’s attention was captured. He stood up and tried to defend himself. 

“Hold on now, Morgan. I didn’t do nothing-” 

“Pa! It’s not what you’re thinking! I was just messin’- I mean- I stole it! He didn’t give it to me, or nothing!” She tried to comfort her father, but his vision turned red. 

“Micah, you sonuvabitch!” Arthur moved so quickly, he grabbed Micah by the collar and swung at his face, clocking him hard on his nose. 

“You bastard! You touch my fuckin’ daughter?!” Arthur screamed in his face. 

“No! Wait- Pa!” The thief tried to reason with her father, but it was no use. Arthur pushed the man away and swung at him again. This time he missed, but Micah retaliated with the knife in his hand, trying to scare Arthur away. Micah kept trying to shout that he didn’t do anything, but everybody’s shouts were lost in the hustle. 

As Arthur and Micah fought, Charles and John jumped forward to try and pull them apart. The thief held onto the hat over her chest and could do nothing but watch. 

Each man got a few good licks in before they were pulled apart. Micah’s bottom lip was busted and bleeding. Arthur had a new cut on his arm from Micah’s knife. 

They kept shouting at each other even as they were separated. 

“You’re so stupid, Morgan! I didn’t do nothing! Your girl stole my hat!” 

“If you ever touch her, I will make sure it’s the last thing you ever do, Micah! Keep your dirty paws away from my daughter!” 

The thief could only stand there in shock, completely frozen at the scene in front of her. This was all her fault. Her father got hurt because of her…. Micah got hurt because of her.  

Charles had his hands on Arthur’s shoulders and steered him away from the area, instead pushing him to the doors of the house. Arthur thrashed out of Charles’ arms, only to grab his daughter. He grabbed her arm and ripped Micah’s hat out of her hands, throwing it to the ground.

John pushed Micah away, toward the side of the house, cursing him off. Micah grumbled and stormed away, cursing off everyone that looked at him. 

“What the hell did you do?!” John’s voice was less cold, like her fathers, and more genuinely concerned.

“You’re lucky I didn’t just kill him!” Arthur struggled to control his volume as he, his daughter and Charles walked up the stairs to the Morgans’ room. 

“I know- I mean, I didn’t mean for this to happen-!” She tried to explain herself before her father cut her off. 

When they got to their room, Arthur pushed his daughter to sit down on his bed. He, and Charles, towered over her. Charles remained silent as his friend scolded her, his arms crossed over his broad chest. 

“Okay. Let me just try to wrap my head around this…” Arthur rubbed his hand over his face, with a hand on his hip. 

“You… you…” Arthur struggled to find the words, not wanting to say something embarrassing or weird about his own daughter.

As much as she wanted to just sit there, her head hanging in embarrassment, she knew she had to explain. 

“I was just bored, Pa…” She started, looking up at her father. 

“I thought it would be funny to steal his hat. We didn’t…… He didn’t do nothing, I promise.” Arthur took a deep breath and looked at his daughter, his only child, his pride and joy. 

“Can you just promise me one thing, darlin’?.... Never go near him again. Keep your distance. Do not involve yourself with Micah. He ain’t a good man, hun…” The thief looked disappointed, yet covered it up by smiling at her father. 

“Of course, I know he’s trouble, Pa…” She stood up and held Arthur’s hands. His voice softened. 

“I’m just worried about you, sweetpea. You know that.” She smiled and hugged her father, acknowledging his anxieties. 

“I know, Pa…. I got to go clean my guns ‘fore our job tomorrow.” She smiled sweetly and said her goodbyes to her father. 

As she was walking down the stairs and out the doors, she heard her father’s voice yell once more. 

“If I ever catch him touchin’ you, I’ll kill him!!” The thief winced at the warning as she snuck out the front doors. 

[morlawny]

requests are open (tentatively)!

right now i'll only be accepting requests for short drabbles or headcanons. and there are a few restrictions/guidelines:

absolutely NO bill or micah ships

nsfw okay!

morlawny or charthur preferred, but open to consider other ships (aside from ones mentioned above)

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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥

𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟵: 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗿𝗰 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗮𝘀𝗺 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘆/𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗮𝗹

📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: the 2023 season has had a despicable effect on charles’ self-worth. it pains you to see how he attributes ferrari’s failure to deliver to himself. you can’t stand to see him berate himself for things that are out of his control. when the emilia-romagna grand prix is understandably canceled, you start forming a plan. if charles doesn’t believe he’s as good as you say he is, you’ll make him internalize it–using any means necessary. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. orgasm delay/denial. handjobs. no penetrative sex. dom/sub undertones. sub!charles. mild praise kink. not beta read. orgasm control. charles’ self deprecation. 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: charles leclerc x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: drabble. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: get you daniel • caesar ft. kali uchis

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: not going to lie to you, after charles told xavi “let’s talk after the race” in austin, this upload automatically came to mind. in my delusional mind this whole fic convinced him to finally speak up for himself, even though it wasn’t posted before that (he hacked into my google docs or smith idk). i love when men whimper. haha, lol, who said that. a small drabble to satiate my soft!charles urge. hope y’all enjoy !!!

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your hand is dripping lube on charles’ thigh as you brush a featherlight touch of a finger on his cock. he’s been rock hard since you’ve pulled his clothes off, even though he complained that this is the worst idea you’ve ever had. his head is turned to the side, buried in the pillow, already muffling his whimpers at your barely there touch. the red flush of his cheeks is already spreading down his chest and you haven’t even started touching him properly; this may be easier than you thought.

you shift forward, situating yourself comfortably between his legs, and you speak quietly but firmly, “tell me when you’re close.” charles hums, nodding his head jerkily, and bucks his hips upwards searching for more friction. you laugh at his desperation and push his hips down with your free hand, pressing him firmly into the bed—he doesn’t attempt to fight your grasp. power rushes to your head; he’s completely capable of pushing you off him with little to no effort; and he’s lying beneath you willingly. you loosely wrap your fist around him, and slowly drag your hand up and down. the amount of pressure you’re applying is incredibly light, but charles reacts as if you’re roughly squeezing. his back arches off the bed, thighs twitching sensitively, and his hand flies down to grasp at your wrist.

you pinch his thigh in warning, a sharp gasp at the fleeting pain escapes his lips, and you chastise him gently, “hey, i thought you were going to be good for me? hands off—put them by your head.” he squirms at the sound of your disappointment, and in his haste to be perfect for you, he takes your command a step further. he places his hands above his head, and tangles them together—he strives to be good for you.

you stare at him, unmoving, and watch as his eyes flutter across your face desperately trying to read your emotions. his eyes are wet with unshed tears, and his tongue flicks out to wet his dry lips anxiously. you break, it’s so hard to be mean to him when he looks so pretty. resuming the sweet stroke of your hand, you keep you motions calm and controlled—you want his orgasm to come to him calmly. however, no matter how gently you handle him, it doesn’t seem like your preferred outcome will play out. charles’ abs flutter, undulating at the effort he’s using to refrain from pushing up into the wet grasp of your fist, and his nails are digging into hands. on your next upward stroke, you twist your hand around the head of his cock, and his shocked moan echoes around the room. his face flushes a deeper red, humiliated at how easy he is, and he whimpers at the smirk that rises to your lips. you pick up the pace immediately, and wrap your other hand around him at his base. you sync the twist of both your hands, and hyperfocus on teasing the head of his cock. you lightly press your thumb across his slit randomly forcing a pitchy squeal from him, sometimes you trace the underside vein with a nail and a pained whine is muffled into the pillow.

it’s mortifying—not even three minutes after you started touching him, and he’s going to cum. you see him struggle to fight the coiling knot in his tummy, it’s useless, this is another race he always loses. charles’ chest heaves with his stuttered, rushed breaths and he whines in shame, “s’il te plaît—‘m close—sorry, i can’t help it!”

you coo at him, pouting your lips at his apology, “oh, charlie, don’t feel bad. you’re supposed to be close” you rub the palm of your hand roughly across his sensitive tip, and his body tenses at the switch in treatment, eyes rolling back under the intense pleasure, and you confidently reassure him, “thank you for telling me you’re about to cum. you’re always my good boy.” and, you pull your hands away from him, ceasing all motions.

charles crumbles. he sobs forcefully at the feeling of his release being pulled from him at the last second, tears streaming down his face, no longer having the will to hold them back. he thrashes his head against the pillow, and pistons his hips upwards into the air like it will convince you to touch him again. he flexes his cramped hands before he pulls them down to hide his face from your view. you let the monegasque cry out his emotions, knowing that his tears are from the shock of you denying his orgasm rather than pain. he unintelligibly pleads in french, brokenly whining about how close he was, his mouth running uncontrollably. when his tears slow, and his shoulders stop shaking, you tenderly pull his hands away from his eyes, and whisper at him sweetly to open his eyes.

he opens his pretty green eyes, and you lean down gently pecking his lips a few times before you speak, “there’s something you forgot to tell me. if you wanted my permission to cum, baby.” charles drops his eyes away, refusing to meet your gaze. 

“you were supposed to tell me how good you are,” you see his lips part as he rushes to do so, but you smack your teeth, silencing him before he begins, “not how you’re good for me, charles—how you’re a good driver. how you’re one of the best, most talented formula one pilots we’ve seen. how you’re ferrari’s youngest driver since 1961. how you’re capable of winning a championship,” charles scoffs disbelievingly, “how you’ll no longer blame yourself for things out of your control. how you’ll realize that the team’s mistakes aren’t your fault. how you’ll stop allowing yourself to be the scapegoat for their shortcomings. how you’ll stop accepting their excuses for constantly disappointing you.” you stare at charles with earnest eyes, letting him absorb your words.

“you’re one of the best charles. you’re loved. everyone wants to see you succeed. everyone wants to see you become confident in yourself again. everyone knows that if ferrari gave you the car you needed, you’d be racing towards your championship. you’re skilled, charles. you’re wonderful.”

charles shakes his head, doubtful, and whispers timidly, “i’m not.”

your heart shatters, and you shakily respond, “oh,” you sniff, gathering your composure, “so, you’re saying i’m lying to you? are you calling me a liar, charles?”

charles wiggles against the bed, fighting the double-edged sword he turned on himself, and whimpers in frustration. he sobs, but shakes his head furiously at your question—you’d never lie to him, you wouldn’t hurt him. you halt the vigorous shake of his head, grasping at his chin with one hand and turning him to face you, “then…i must be telling you the truth, hm?” charles swallows, and murmurs out a soft oui. 

“good,” you clear your throat and drop your hold, bringing that same hand down to wrap around his cock again. charles tenses at the moist warmth of your palm.  “since we’re on the same page, if you want me to let you cum, all you have to do is convince me that you believe the same things i just said. i have all night to make you accept the truth, charlie. don’t make this any harder than it has to be.”

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[johnpriceslamb]

🎀 - less than 500 words

𝓐𝓡𝓣𝓗𝓤𝓡 𝓜𝓞𝓡𝓖𝓐𝓝

❥︎ arthur w a feminine! gf

꒰ ❥ mini drabble ꒱

❥︎ shy greetings and sweet actions

꒰ ❥ Mary-Beth being a giant tease and a flirt to reader . hyper-feminine! reader . fem! reader . many pet names in use . awkward-written ending . quick luv stori . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . reader has a dada and a mama . 2.3k words ꒱

❥︎ presents from whom

꒰ ❥ hyper-feminine! reader . fem! reader . reader is implied to be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . love sick Arthur . 1.2k words . Very quick mention of wlw Sadie ꒱

❥︎ untitled (🎀)

꒰ ❥ hyper fem reader as usuuaaaal . fem ! reader . > 100 wordiez ꒱

❥︎ untitled2 (🎀)

꒰ ❥ mini babble . hyper-fem reader as usual -.- arthur being a bit jealous is a bit of an understatement ;3 . > 100 wordiez ꒱

❥︎ beloved caregiver

꒰ ❥ fem ! reader . little ! reader . Arthur Morgan if he was a caregiver/papa . fluff fluff fluff . cowboy papa ?! . reader is mentioned 2 have hair that allows itself to be brushed easily . OOC Arthur -.- . mini head cannons ꒱

❥︎ my hero

꒰ ❥ Hyper-fem(?) ! reader . female ! reader . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . gun-slinging mention . brute cowboy bf x shy princess gf . arthur morgan being a complete nut over u . harassment . attempted assault . not proof-read :P . very rushed ‘m sorriiii!!! . 1.6k wrds ꒱

❥︎ may I please sit on your lap?

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . afab ! reader . reader is physically shorter than chars mentioned below . suggestive themes implied . wrds . not edited . not proof-read . Javier ver touchy . google translated Spanish . John is very drunk . 1.4k wrd-count ꒱

❥︎ always forever

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-fem ! reader . Arthur Morgan is a die-for 4 his sweetheart gf . OOC ! Arthur Morgan . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than character mentioned below . not proof-read . 1.0k wrdz ꒱

❥︎ caught (🎀)

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter den him . OOC ! Arthur maybe ? . flufflfufffluff . not proofread nor edited . ~ 500 wrdz ꒱

❥︎ fawn

꒰ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . crybbie reader sorraiiii . Karen’s a meanie pants but she loves reader . 1.1k wrd count. ꒱

❥︎ his fairy

꒰ ❥ hyper-feminine ! reader . female ! reader . reader is mentioned to be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . lovesick Arthur Morgan . super-shy reader . rugged cowboy bf x mini baker gf . fluff . Age gap implied . 7k words ꒱

❥︎ angelique

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . 1k wrd count. ꒱

❥︎ threaded elegance

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . very suggestive content w/ javier . close proximity . reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars . poorly google translates spanish >.> . not proof read nor edited . wrd count/1.2k ꒱

❥︎ opposite attracts

꒰ ❥︎ In which Arthur Morgan is your husband / mini series ꒱

𝓒𝓗𝓐𝓡𝓛𝓔𝓢 𝓢𝓜𝓘𝓣𝓗

❥︎ Charles Smith as a caregiver (🎀)

꒰ ❥mini drabble ꒱

❥︎ Charles w a feminine! gf

꒰ ❥mini drabble ꒱

❥︎ ︎may I please sit on your lap?

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . afab ! reader . reader is physically shorter than chars mentioned below . suggestive themes implied . wrds . not edited . not proof-read . Javier ver touchy . google translated Spanish . John is very drunk . 1.4k wrd-count ꒱

❥︎ threaded elegance

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . very suggestive content w/ javier . close proximity . reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars . poorly google translates spanish >.> . not proof read nor edited . wrd count/1.2k ꒱

𝓙𝓐𝓥𝓘𝓔𝓡 𝓔𝓢𝓒𝓤𝓔𝓛𝓛𝓐

❥︎ may I please sit on your lap?

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . afab ! reader . reader is physically shorter than chars mentioned below . suggestive themes implied . wrds . not edited . not proof-read . Javier ver touchy . google translated Spanish . John is very drunk . 1.4k wrd-count ꒱

❥︎ knight and shining

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . reader is mentioned 2 be physically shorter than characters mentioned below . VERY SUGGESTIVE . No actual NSFW . 1k wrd count. ꒱

❥︎ threaded elegance

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . very suggestive content w/ javier . close proximity . reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars . poorly google translates spanish >.> . not proof read nor edited . wrd count/1.2k ꒱

𝓙𝓞𝓗𝓝 𝓜𝓐𝓡𝓢𝓣𝓞𝓝

❥︎ may I please sit on your lap?

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . afab ! reader . reader is physically shorter than chars mentioned below . suggestive themes implied . wrds . not edited . not proof-read . Javier ver touchy . google translated Spanish . John is very drunk . 1.4k wrd-count ꒱

❥︎ threaded elegance

꒰ ❥ female ! reader . hyper-feminine ! reader . very suggestive content w/ javier . close proximity . reader is mentioned to be physically smaller than said chars . poorly google translates spanish >.> . not proof read nor edited . wrd count/1.2k ꒱

𝓙𝓞𝓗𝓝 𝓟𝓡𝓘𝓒𝓔

❥︎ Papa Price (🎀)

꒰ ❥ mini drabble ꒱

❥︎ …Daddy. (🎀)

꒰ ❥ mini drabble ꒱

𝓖𝓗𝓞𝓢𝓣

❥︎ Ghost as a caregiver (🎀)

꒰ ❥ mini drabble ꒱

❥︎ sick days

꒰ ❥ littlespace ! reader . fem ! reader. afab ! reader . caregiver ! Simon Riley . sickiesickie reader :c . da snifliez . reader is mentioned 2 be physically smaller den simon . not proof-read . OOC !!! simon . 1.3k words ꒱

𝓚Ö𝓝𝓘𝓖

𝓚𝓡𝓤𝓔𝓖𝓔𝓡

[springsylph]

RED DEAD REDEMPTION 2

ARTHUR MORGAN

ׂ╰┈➤ WITCHING HOUR — nsfw. 19.5k. high honor arthur morgan.

“most people in the area had issues with coyotes. yours wore a cowboy hat, but you let him in anyways.”

[chapter one] [chapter two] [chapter three]

DRABBLES

* lucky charm. nsfw. low honor arthur morgan.

* hello, neighbor. nsfw. modern day.

CHARLES SMITH

ׂ╰┈➤ TOUCH AND AGREE - sfw. 2.1k. oneshot.

[grandgtaman1a]

Hello everyone, As previously introduced I am Riya and I love writing

Characters I write for:

Michael de Santa

Arthur Morgan

Franklin Clinton

Trevor Phillips

Tommy Vercetti

Carl CJ Johnson

John Martson

Charles Smith

Sadie Adler

As of now, these are the characters you can request others too

What will I write:

Fluff

Angst

Reader Insert (Male Female Gender Neutral)

Headcanons

As of now I won't write smuts (Sorry)

Dark Fics will be introduced soon enough

Oneshots/Drabbles will be written

I may also write ships fics too

Requests are closed as of now

Note: I may respond lately to these requests

[a1yaaaa]

welcome, lovelies !

mdni (18+) ❀ she/her ❀ 19 ❀ lesbian ❀ masterlist

hii, i'm alya ! u may call me lya, or any terms of endearment u wish ( go wild my loves, i'm chill with whatever <3 ) this is my primary blog on which i'll be talking abt pretty much anything & everything while occasionally writing drabbles for my favs !

rules !

ꕥ i'm currently into ; logan howlett ( xmen films ), arthur morgan, charles smith, joel miller ( the last of us games ) & aaron hotchner ! feel free to chat with me about any of these tasty men <3

ꕥ for requests ; right now, i don't do fic requests ! however, i encourage sending in thirsts & ideas for mini drabbles ; i'll be happy to do those for u !

ꕥ i will usually write fem/afab reader, though if specified in a request, i can most definitely do gender neutral ! unfortunately, i won't write for masc/amab readers ; it's out of my comfort zone !

ꕥ i love love love interacting with u guys, pls never be afraid to send in asks of any kind ! i'll always be super down to chat <3

ꕥ i will not do ; dark content, cnc, dubcon, daddy kinks/ddlg, incest, anything including minors, age play, race play, abuse of any kind, or grooming & if u interact with such content, u will be blocked !

ꕥ no type of bigotry will ever be tolerated on this blog; if you want to be a cunt, this isn't the place for u !

[redcoralpot]

A DD Drabble is gonna be posted here shortly

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

🏄‍♀️ request info !

fandoms & characters i currently write for

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red dead redemption

arthur morgan, charles smith, john marston, javier escuella, sadie adler

dead poets society

steven meeks, charlie dalton, todd anderson

jhutch characters

mike schmidt, peeta mellark

misc.

daryl dixon, gale dekarios, jess mariano, two-bit mathews

some things to know / keep in mind !

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i am a student and a slow writer, so it usually takes me a while to get requests out, so keep that in mind! i do apologize for taking so long, im trying my hardest with my current schedule and work load

i switch between fandoms and interests often, so the characters on the list will change as i do! some characters will be added or taken off, so check back often!

if i am uncomfortable with, simply just don’t like a request, or don’t want to write it i will delete it. with that being said, i am not comfortable with and will not write non-con, yandere, abuse, or proships.

i will write longer fics although i prefer to write drabbles and head canons! and i’ll only write for female and gender neutral readers.

thank you to everyone who has read any of my work, reblogged, or even just liked a post. it really means a lot <3. also feel free to just talk to or ask about me in my asks, id love to have more mutuals and just people to talk to here ₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎!

masterlist !

[birthofvcnus]

can someone please write a charles smith x reader oneshot/blurb/drabble where they’ve been having romantic tension and you patch him up and he shows signs of discomfort bc Pain and you kiss the side of his head as an apology without thinking abt it 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

[ao3feed-zukka]

strrwbrrryjams prompts drabbles n headcanons

Read now on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/Z3BK0Mc by strrwbrrryjam so. it's just a collection of my tumblr prompts, drabbles n headcanons about various fandoms, like avatar: the last airbender, red dead redemption 2, tangled the series n more Words: 1330, Chapters: 9/9, Language: English Fandoms: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games), Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Dutch van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Arthur Morgan, Charles Smith (Red Dead Redemption), Zuko (Avatar), Sokka (Avatar), John Marston, Susan Grimshaw, Tilly Jackson, Molly O'Shea Relationships: Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde, Arthur Morgan/Charles Smith, Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), John Marston & Arthur Morgan Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, Originally Posted on Tumblr Read it on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/Z3BK0Mc

[clonesupport]

SHIP MASTERLIST - Sorrow’s Remedy

My OC Amalla Jones + Arthur Morgan

(also includes some Amalla Jones + Hosea Matthews & Amalla Jones + Charles Smith)

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General Posts:

Sorrow’s Remedy Ship Playlist (Amalla x Arthur)

Relationship Summaries

To Mourn Moodboard + Mini Playlist

Ship Song

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Ship Art!:

That Morning - The End of a Chapter + drabble

Impossible Wishes

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Picrews & Doll Makers!:

coming soon

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last edited: 5/1/2023

[ao3feed-narlie]

Multifandom Oneshots

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Rb4ayNJ by Helluva_writer Just some one shots to try to get me out of my writers block :,( Words: 166, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Heartstopper (TV), Ouran High School Host Club - All Media Types, Kuroshitsuji | Black Butler, Assassination Classroom, QSMP | Quackity SMP, South Park, Dream SMP Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: Gen, Other Characters: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson, Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper), Tao Xu, Elle Argent, Benjamin "Ben" Hope, Sarah Nelson, Victoria "Tori" Spring, Ootori Kyouya, Fujioka Haruhi, Ootori Fuyumi, Hitachiin Kaoru, Hitachiin Hikaru, Suoh Tamaki, Fujioka Ryouji | Ranka, Alexis | Quackity, Wilbur Soot, Tallulah (QSMP), Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Kyle Broflovski, Wendy Testaburger, Stan Marsh, Eric Cartman, Kenny McCormick, Karen McCormick, Leopold "Butters" Stotch, Craig Tucker, Tweek Tweak, Clyde Donovan, Tolkien "Token" Black Relationships: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring, Alexis | Quackity/Wilbur Soot, Akabane Karma/Shiota Nagisa, Ootori Kyouya/Suoh Tamaki, referenced Benjamin “Ben” Hope/Charles “Charlie” Spring, Nicholas "Nick" Nelson & Tao Xu, Charles "Charlie" Spring & Tao Xu, Ranboo/Toby Smith | Tubbo, Kyle Broflovski/Stan Marsh, Kenny McCormick/Leopold "Butters" Stotch, Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak Additional Tags: Spoilers for Heartstopper (TV), just drabble to try and get out of my writers block, No smut of Ranboo and Tubbo, Romantically Married Ranboo and Toby Smith | Tubbo, one shots read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/Rb4ayNJ

[arthurmergan]

62 or 70 with Charles? 💜💜💜

62. “Please, don’t cry.”

70. “Do you trust me?”

Charles x Fem!reader

The air was filled with chirping crickets and rustling leaves in the gentle wind. You and Charles lay there under the moonlight and glimmering starry night sky, feeling as if you were the only two on earth. You two had a way of getting lost in each other. Charles stroked your hair in the loud silence of the night.

The feeling of being alone was cut short when you heard distantly approaching hooves and rowdy yelling. Charles was the first to hear it. He sat up, then slowly brought himself to his feet. He reached for his gun that he almost didn’t bring, feeling sure you wouldn’t run into any trouble.

“Charles? What’s wrong?” You worriedly ask. He doesn’t respond as he focuses on the voices getting closer. There were 4 men, all of them looked like they were up to no good.

“Hey, look-y here boys. Its one of them Van Der Linde boys” the first man says as he gets a clear view of Charles. You figured it was the O’Driscolls.

“Can I help you gentlemen?” Charles inquires, intending to impose no threat.

“No, friend, I don’t believe you can help me” The man replied. He looked over at you, cowering behind Charles. “That’s a pretty little lady you got there” He smirks.

“She’s no concern of yours” Charles replies sternly. He didn’t sound so kind any more.

“Oh friend, she will be plenty a concern of mine unless we make some kind of arrangement”

“There is no arrangement to be made. You and your men need to keep moving” Charles says in a threatening tone. You could tell he was very close to snapping. The riders chuckled and joked among themselves, giving Charles a chance to converse with you.

“Do you trust me?” Charles turned to me and whispered.

“What? Of course I trust you, what do y-” You’re cut off.

“Take Taima, ride as fast as you can back to camp. Don’t argue with me about this. Please just go. I can handle them. I will see you later. I love you” Charles quickly says.

“Charles are you su-” you’re cut off yet again.

“Yes I’m sure. Use your pistol if you need to” He assures you, places a kiss on your forehead, and sends you off.

You do as he says and run toward Taima, directing her to gallop away. Your ears are immediately met with the popping of gunshots behind you. You flinch at every shot, terrified that Charles wouldn’t make it. You begin to breathlessly sob, realizing the chances that you’d never see him again. As you distance yourself further, you start to only hear Taima’s hooves. You’re only minutes away from camp when another horse swiftly approaches behind you. You’re startled before you then recognize its Charles on one of the men’s horses from before. You bring Taima to a halt and dart off of her, running towards Charles.

“Please, don’t cry. I’m here now, Y/N” Charles whispers while he holds and comforts you. “Its all okay now. All I wanted was to keep you safe. Let’s go home”

“Oh my god I thought I’d lost you, Charles” You cry. You jump into him, holding him as tight as you could.

“Okay” You say, wiping away your tears. “Should I even ask how bad it got? And are you hurt?” You ask.

“Well” He says gesturing to his blood splattered clothing, “None of this blood is mine, so I’d say it went okay”. He laughed.

[kakashiislut]

Father Arthur Morgan Drabble.

Tags: Cute Papa Arthur, Fluff.

-You best believe he’s gonna be the best father after everything that happened.

-The baby is just so small and chubby, so tiny and frail. He must protect them. Never let them go. His baby.

-He’s always holding them, kissing the top of their head and showing them little trinkets around camp. The baby is just always confused and poker faced. What! They’re only a couple of weeks old.

-Arthur sleeps with them on his chest, (just like Charles and John would.) Gently tapping their back to get them to fall asleep first. His favorite thing to do is mess up their hair, before they sleep. He finds it amusing.

-He made them a onesie out of his old, button up shirt. He thinks it adorable, and when I say “he”, I mean Abigail did all the stitching and Arthur did all the “I NEED IT TO BE PERFECT”

-Oooh, does he love to talk to them, it’s his favorite thing to do when he’s just carrying them around everywhere. “You see that? Ya, that’s a book, daddy will teach you to read one day. Promise.”

“Charles is super great. He’s the best uncle, okay? Make sure you respect him, so he teaches you how to hunt one day. Capeesh?” 

-If Micah has some stupid thing to say, Arthur is on him like a pack of wild dogs on a bone. Of course, he does it quietly, he doesn’t wanna wake his precious, little baby up.

-Will cry if they grip at his hair, fingers, shirt Etc. “Oo, you love your daddy, don’t ya? Daddy *sniff* daddy loves you too *SOBS*.