#softest outlaw in the west

[shiredwarf]

rdr2 people: do yourselves a favour and get arthur drunk befor talking to a dog :‘)))))))

[wintersongstress]

(ficlet req) i hc that arthur has a breeding kink

oops was this supposed to be five sentences? because my hand definitely slipped.

~~~~MATURE THEMES BELOW THE CUT~~~~

Arthur has a deep respect for your body, so if the two of you are intimate it never crosses his mind to degrade you in any way or make you feel less than how beautiful and special you are to him. If Arthur has a breeding kink, he has a subliminal way of showing it during intimacy that he is hardly aware of.

In the perfect happily ever after, when you have a house of your own together, a ring on your finger, and the dangers of his outlaw past no longer lurk in the shadows, Arthur would doubtlessly want to start a family with you, if that was what you wanted. Having that freedom—living that dream—would be the most important thing in the world to him, and he would protect it at any cost.

When you have your first baby, he is wordless with awe. With you, and the amazing feat your body accomplished, and with the child, that the world could gift him with such a blessing as the both of you. He is the most caring and doting father and husband, because it feels like such a wispy, delicate dream to him he is fearful to lose. Every need you or your child has is seen to, and the romance and passion between you never dwindles. The conversation of growing your family is never discussed at first, because what you have found together is such a precious thing you never want to chance or dare to ask more of.

On an evening when the west still glowed tangerine long after sundown, and the summer insects hummed into the dark, you both lingered on the front porch, watching and listening to the peace in the air until the sky was quilted with indigo and bright stars. With Arthur's fingers nestled between yours, calloused but capable of so much gentleness, you thought of how carefully he cradled your child's head and held their small body, swaddled with blankets. You thought of how your child had grown bigger now, and while Arthur was still gentle, you loved the special delicacy he reserved for a newborn, and it dawns on you in degrees that you want another with him.

When you sink into bed that night, only a corona of candlelight stemming the dark of your bedroom, your thumb strokes the freckle on his cheek and you whisper your wish to be intimate with him. In the eternal summer of his eyes desire and delight dance and the first kiss begins with your breasts soft against him. It ends with your skirts unlaced, puddling to the floor, and his shirt unbuttoned, your mouths searching for someplace new to express your shared want.

With the sheets against your bare shoulders, your legs spread around Arthur like so many times before, and yet still each time your ears burn hot and your heart lifts like a bird in flight at the sight of him kneeling before you, love clear in his eyes. The soft of your thighs grazes his hips and his thumbs join together on your stomach, trailing down to the space between to part your folds and join you as one, at last. In moments you are lost, mind clouded as your world narrows to the steady push of himself inside you and the slow pull of his length away. Being apart for more than an instant is too much to bear and you hold onto his hands in their place on your hips. They hold fast to keep his rhythm, but his artful thumb drifts between again and you toss your head back.

It never takes you long, not with Arthur. Each time, your body shudders and chases the waves of pleasure as they wash over and drown you in bliss. He still moves within you when your mind clears, and you open your eyes to find his, fringed with brassy lashes that fall against his cheeks as his expression loosens with pleasure. His fingers sweep across your stretchmarks, considering them, until he groans and the warmth inside you coupled with the image of his arms, roped with muscles from years of hard work, gathering your body against his dense chest is enough to send you back into the stars again.

Afterwards, when your breath is an easier, steadier thing catching in your chest, Arthur pulls himself out of you slowly, palms braced beside you. The curtains over the open window stir in the breeze, and you both lie in the coolness the night brings and the warmth of your bodies as thoughts gradually return to you. You smile and trail your fingers through his beard and his hair, kissing him lazily and luxuriating in the warm feel of his mouth melting in yours, equally as happy. Kissing him, it never grew old. Running your hands along the strong line of his jaw, your noses nuzzling and the prickle of his beard, it was all a treasure. A golden warmth enfolded your heart every time you made love like this, but a tingle replaces it in the present when an unseen thumb wanders back to the softest part of you. You break the kiss with a gasp to watch Arthur as he slips the pearl of his spend back inside, his gaze dark with another kind of desire.

"If I didn't know better, I would think you like keeping me pregnant," you joke. The solidness of Arthur's weight and shadow settles over you and a big hand lifts your leg over his hip. His warm, dark voice is honey-rich as it groans in your ear.

"It's so hard not to want more with you."

You shift your hips back, his softening length sliding between your damp bodies as you nestle together, your lips tracing the salt of his sun-coppered skin.

"Who says I don't want more with you too?"

Send me a NSFW headcanon and I’ll write a 5 sentence ficlet about it

[gatesofember]

your wild west au Nico is . So soft. SOFTEST. He loves Will SO much. Sobbing but. I'm so happy this is so happy. I love it thank you very much.

he IS. Nico is supposed to be this super mysterious bad ass vigilante outlaw but most of his POV at the beginning of the fic is just him being like “OH NO he’s hot” and after that it’s mostly “OH NO I’m in love” and he’s just so so so soft for his husband in that au (calling them husbands because in my head they’re informally married and they have a new house and two kids)