Riding Class || Arthur Morgan X Reader Fluff

Riding Class || Arthur Morgan x Reader Fluff

Summary: You and Arthur decide to get outside the compound for a while. It’s also the very first time Arthur provides initial riding class to his eight-year-old son.

Words: 1861

Author: Cass & Rouge

It was a nice, warm day. Arthur was cleaning his horse while watching his eight-year-old son. Noah was playing with his older "brother", Jack. Kiddo liked to call man that because boys were spending a lot of time together. Arthur didn't mind it, John was like a brother to him and he was glad his son had a good company.

You walked out of a tent, stretching your back lazily. "Good morning, handsome," you placed a little kiss to Arthur's cheek, wrapping arms around his waist tightly. "As I see, Noah plays since he is up."

Arthur smiled and wrapped arm around you, putting brush away. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he said, kissing you softly. He nodded.  "Yes, you know him. He likes to play, just like Jack," Artur sighed. "Hey, maybe we should take Noah and just ride somewhere? To rest a bit away from camp? For a day, or two?"

"It's an great idea, darling," you smiled brightly and waved hand at your son. "Noah, c'mere for a second!"

Boy was a bit confused when he came to you. "Yes, mommy?"

"Dad has something to tell you," you announced happily, looking at Arthur.

Arthur crouched to get on boy's level and smiled "We’re gonna go somewhere for maybe two days. We will go somewhere outside the camp. Just three of us... Well, five if we count the horses."

"And Jack?," boy asked sadly as he turned head to look at his mate. "He will be alone here?"

You chuckled softly and looked at your husband.

Arthur smiled and looked at you, then back at his son. "It's just a two days trip, son, we will be back soon. He'll be fine. You will be able to tell him everything when we will be back."

A concern was still visible at boy's face but soon it was all gone and he smiled at his father. "Okay, daddy. Can we ride horses then?! Can I ride a horse too?!"

Arthur rubbed his chin and shrugged. "Sure. I mean, mama will take her horse and you can ride with me if ya wanna."

"Yes, dad!," boy laughed hardly. "Can I take reins?!"

"No way, young man," you replied before Arthur. "You're too young for this."

Arthur stopped you. "Calm down, sweetheart." he said and smiled softly at Noah. "We will see what we can do about that. I mean, he can try I guess. I will be with him in the saddle," Arthur explained, looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, let it be, but you gotta be careful, both of you, do you understand?," you asked in a serious voice.

Noah nodded quickly. "Yes, mom, I'm a big boy!"

"I am a big boy too, sweetheart!," Arthur added, ruffling boy's hair. "Okay, so take your mama to tent and help her pack some stuff. I will prepare horses."

Afternoon ride has started as soon as it got.

Your horse was walking slowly behind Arthur's stallion, you were watching beautiful nature surrounding you.

Noah was sitting in front of Arthur. He was holding reins tightly in his gloved hands.

They ride like this for few more minutes before Arthur offered reins to Noah. "Still wanna try?"

You glared at him with cocked brows, yet you remained silent, you didn't really want to start a fight, though you were oh so afraid of your little boy.

"Yes, papa!," Noah happily grabbed the rains in his tiny hands and moved them, making horse turn to its left.

"Wo-ho! Wait! Let me help ya," Arthur took Noah's hands and showed his how to lead the horse. "You see? Now he will walk straight," he smiled.

You couldn't help but giggle loudly.

Arthur's horse shook its head few times, neighing loudly.

"Dad! Dad! Look, horse is moving! It's moving!," Noah was oh so excited and he immediately turned around to look at you, but he did this too vigorously and he almost fell off horse's back.

Arthur wrapped his arm tight around Noah. "Bravo, but first of all, we stay in the saddle, okay? Keep reins just like I’ve shown you, okay?,” Arthur looked over his shoulder and shrugged. "You see? He gets it quickly."

"All I saw was that he almost fell out of the saddle," you chuckled, "But I see also, he gets it pretty quickly though," you nodded.

Boy shook his head. "Dad, leave! I'm big boy, I can handle!"

He looked back at Noah. "Okay, just remember what I told you," Arthur slowly moved his hands away from reins. Boy focused oh so much at keeping horse moving in a straight line. He leant down a bit, he almost forgot to breathe. His tongue was stacked out as he was having very serious face.

Arthur looked over his shoulder at you again and giggled, shaking his head.

After few minutes, Arthur looked around. You were on a nice, green glade with small lake. "Noah, stop the horse. We will set camp here," man said, patting boy's shoulder.

"Stop yourself, horse!," Noah stated firmly, patting horse's neck. But the animal was slowly going further. "I said stop!," boy repeated. When horse didn't obey his request, Noah turned to his father. "Dad, I think the horse is broken," boy shrugged.

Arthur did his best to not laugh but he failed, bursting with laughter. "You control horse with the reins," he explained and his gloved hands again took a hold of reins. He pulled gently and horse stopped.  "You see?,” Arthur smiled at his son and then he looked at you. "What do you think about this place, darling?”

You nodded, still having your mouth covered with hand. "Sure, I like it," you stated simply as you got off the horse and walked to Arthur's stallion. You helped Noah get back on the ground.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, boy turned to the animal and patted its leg. "Good horse, we can be friends, too!"

"Yea, he sure was a good boy today,” Arthur took out a carrot out of his bag and fed the horse. After that, he started to set the camp. He prepared the tent and small bonfire. "All right! All set up."

After the late dinner, you were slowly getting ready to sleep.

Although your son had rather different idea. "Dad?," young boy walked to his father and climbed onto his lap. "I have a very, very serious question to you."

Arthur was sitting in front of bonfire, humming quiet song. "What is it, son?," Arthur asked taking off his hat and bag.

"Since I did very well at our first riding session," boy started, "I was considering a possibility of riding some more. Like now."

"Uhm... Well. I have nothing against it, I guess," Arthur muttered, stroking his cheek and chin. He shrugged gently, looking over at you. "But you also need to ask this beautiful lady there. She needs to agree, too."

Boy nodded and quickly got up from father's laps, only to join you near the tent. "Mommy, I have a very, very serious question to you."

You crouched next to Noah, tilting head slightly. "What is it, darling?"

"Dad said I can ride a horse now. So I came to tell you, I'll be riding it now. Can I?"

You chuckled and exhaled deeply. "Tomorrow, cowboy, it's time for you to go to bed finally, this day was full of adventures and you gotta rest a bit."

"Well, I think she’s right, pal. You should rest after your first lesson," Arthur said, walking up to both of you.

Boy wasn't too happy but finally agreed with his parents. Rest of the night was calm. Arthur slept peacefully cuddling you and Noah close. He simply was the happiest man alive.

Arthur got up first to ignite a fire and prepare some coffee for both of you and something to drink for Noah.

He smiled softly as he saw how Noah started to slowly wake up. "Good morning there, mister."

As boy was fully awaken, he came to his father. "Hi, dad, it's morning already, can I finally get on the horse?," he asked simply, grabbing his mug with tea. He drank it as fast as he could, keeping his eyes on his dad.

Arthur blinked and smiled. "You must be that stubborn after your mother," man took a coffee mug and walked to you, he kissed your cheek. "Good morning. Here is your coffee and I will go put that boy on a horse. Don't worry, I will be by his side.”

After these words he went back to Noah and picked him up. "Okay! Let's go."

As soon as boy was at horse's back, he grabbed its rains and moved them. "Go, go, let's go!," boy shouted few times but the only thing that followed his actions was horse raising its head up to look briefly at Arthur.

Arthur shook his head and tied a rope to halter so he still would have some control over the horse. "Noah? What did I tell you yesterday?," he looked at boy.

Boy scratched his head, humming. "Uhm, that I shall do this," boy moved reins, "And that horse will go. But it's not walking. I told you, he is broken inside."

"Nah, he ain't broken, boy. Try to gently nudge his sides with your feet but really gently," Arthur instructed. It was kinda amusing for him to watch it but he tried his best to teach his son.

Noah nodded and stacked his tongue out. He tried to follow his dad's order but he failed. "Daddy, daddy! My legs are too short, I can't!," two tears ran down boy's cheeks.

It ripped Arthur’s heart. "Don't cry, simply try again."

When Noah tried again, Arthur gently pulled on horse's robe so animal moved. He held the rope tightly in his hands. "Ah! You see? You did it!"

"IT'S WORKING, DAD! MOM! MOM, WAKE UP, SEE ME RIDING A HORSE! IT'S WORKING AGAIN!," boy shouted loudly, laughing happily. He forgot to keep the rains as he started to clap his hands.

"Noah, rains," Arthur reminded him, looking up at boy.

Noah caught the rains, giggling. "Sorry, daddy!"

Arthur smiled as he watched his little son.

They were doing this for almost an hour, until Noah started to complain how sitting in saddle was becoming uncomfortable.

Arthur helped his son get off of horse. "How as it?," he asked as he carried boy back to little camp.

"It was nice, dad. You shall feed our horse or it will pass away from hunger!," boy reminded his father.

As soon as he spotted you near the campfire, he ran to you and jumped straight into your arms. "Mom! Listen, mom, I was riding a horse for almost an hour! But dad has to change the saddle for more fluffy one, this one ain't comfortable!"

Arthur laughed as he walk to you. "When you will be older, you will get your own, big horse and I promise you, I will get you the most fluffy saddle I’ll be able to find," Arthur hugged both of you.

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Imagine: Cuddling with Hux Requested by: @hail-kylo-ren   A/N: Kylo will be here tomorrow ;)

“Aaaaaaaaarmitage!” You whimpered loudly from a bedroom you were sharing with General. You waited at him for almost two hours, just since he told you the most random sentence he was always using - ‘give me five minutes’. “Huuuuuuuuux!” You whimpered again. You planned to shout once again, until he would come back to bedroom.

“For the love of Supreme Leader! What do you want Y/N?!” Hux growled, putting away his papers. “Why are you whimpering there?!”

“You promised to come to me in five minutes. IT WAS HOURS AGO!” You answered.

Ginger sighed loudly and rubbed bridger of his nose, then looked at the watch.  “Okay, fine. I am coming, just please stop whimpering,” he muttered and got up from his seat.

You quickly sat up and smiled.  “Armi! Come here.”

Hux walked to you and kissed the top of your head.  “Don’t call me that. I am not a child anymore.”

“Come on. It’s late, let’s cuddle and go to sleep,” you smiled at him.

Armitage still didn’t get use to fact that you were full of happiness, like no one else in that place. Maybe that’s why he fell for you.

It took him longer moment go get ready to bed but when he joined you, you immediately hugged him. Hux stiffed and looked at you.

“You still do this, Armitage,” you looked at him with a soft frown.

“I am just not used to this kind of contact,” he admitted.

“Come on. You had to have such contact in the past. Like just when you were small,” you rolled your eyes.

“If by contact you mean abuse than yes, I had.”

You let out a sigh and looked around, thinking. “Okay, I have an idea. You can hug me from behind like I would be Millicent.”

He blinked. “Excuse me?”

“Come on,” you smiled and turned with your back to him.

Armitage watched you for a short moment and hugged you tightly. He nuzzled to your hair, sighing quietly. “Okay… This is nice.”

“Meow!” You let out a sound and giggled.

You could hear Hux’s quiet laugh.

“Maybe this will be one of the better nights…” Armitage whispered and closed his eyes.

AUTHOR: Cass

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The Sweet Punishment || James Delaney x Reader Smut

Summary: You fight with Brace again. James gets pretty mad about this and he decides to provide you a proper lesson in manners.

Warnings: Smut, bun spanking, fingering, vaginal sex

Words: 2166

Authors: Cass & Rouge

".... so stop cursing on me!," you growled at servant.

Brace rolled his eyes. "How can I be calm! When you don't even try to obey my asks! Mr Delaney let you stay here as long as you'll be useful! And this is the third time you use all of our coffee supplies!"

You snorted at man and crossed arms over your chest. "We'll see. James! James!"

Maybe letting you stay in his house was a mistake. Sure, it was nice to have someone else to help around but your incessant fights with Brace were seriously tormenting his nerves on daily basis.

Everyone knew that Delaney was a man with short temper. As soon as he heard you calling his name, he threw papers on his desk and went downstair. "What the hell is this commotion?!," he roared loudly stepping into the room.

You looked at him with relief. "Ah! James, Brace forbidden me to use coffee, again. He hid everything from me! It's getting out of control," you explained politely.

Brace chuckled darkly. "Sir, she uses everything in too large portions. In the end, we're running out of our supplies."

James looked at both of you in disbelief, it was shocking to him because after all these years he was sure that nothing is going to surprise him anymore. Well, he was wrong.

"Are you really calling me here... Because of a FUCKING COFFEE?!," James shouted looking at you with a frown. "Are you out of your fucking mind?!"

Little smile that was on your lips quickly faded away. "I mean... Yes! Because you're the owner of the house and... And order Brace to give me coffee back!," you asked, rising voice a bit.

Brace rolled his eyes and spread his arms in disbelief, looking at James.

"DON'T you dare to rise your goddamn voice on me, woman! I have enough of your whining, you are working here, don’t forget about it. You aren't lady of the house," he said pointing at you. "Brace is above you, He says - you do. He decides - you follow. End of fucking topic!"

James rubbed his face trying to cool off a little bit before looking at you again. "Brace, keep working. You, with me," he muttered and turned around to return to his room.

You blinked. When he was screaming at you in that strong voice of his, you felt oh so small. You were shivering like an animal in a trap.

You looked at Brace when you were leaving the kitchen and was shocked when he smirked brightly at you. You stacked out your tongue at him and follow James.

"Where are you leading me? What? Now you're gonna be mad? I know, I know, I might be problematic sometimes but, no offence, your servant is rather unpleasant to me from beginning."

You were scared and he could feel it. It wasn't his intention to scare you but your behavior was driving him crazy even more than he already was. If that was even possible at that point.

You were a fine woman and he had to admit, he liked you a lot but you being moody was simply too much even for him.

Inside his room he ordered you to stand close to his armchair. "Now. I have simply enough of your behavior, woman. Time to do something with this," James muttered as he walked behind you. He grabbed your hands and tied them up tightly behind your back with some material he found on his desk.

You blinked few times, your heart rate increased. "James, what the hell are you doing?," you asked him. "What's that? James, what the fuck?," you asked again, looking at him above your shoulder.

He pet your hair. "Calm down, little rabbit or your heart will jump out of your ribcage."

James sat down in his chair and made himself comfortable. Suddenly he grabbed your waist and laid you across his laps. "What shall I do with you now, huh?," he asked as his hand rested on your ass giving it a gently squeeze.

You giggled nervously, turning head to face him a little. "What the hell, James!," you asked loudly, blushing hardly.

You were shocked by his actions. It was definitely not what you were expecting him to do. "James!," you squeaked as he squeezed your bun.

Suddenly a loud smack was placed on your left buttock, after that his hand massaged your butt. "I said something downstairs. Don't rise your voice on me, woman," after these words he smacked you again, a little harder this time. "Do you understand?"

You bit your lower lip, your cheeks were burning from the blush. You nodded quickly, trying your best to calm your breath. "Yes, James, I do understand."

"That's more like it. You see? You can be a good girl when you want," he smiled softy before smacking you once again. "But... You were a bad girl today. Annoying me. Just because of stupid coffee,” James sighed deeply and looked at you. "How many, how do you think?"

You tried your best to roll on your side to face him, it was hard to do and you quickly failed. "Yes, yes, I am bad girl by nature," you explained as you calmed your breath enough for blush to fade away from your face. "Can you put me down, it's uncomfortable."

James shook his head. "I think ten should be enough. Maybe this will teach you something,” he muttered and pulled your skirt up enough to revile your ass. "So, be a good girl for once and count." After these word you could again feel his hand getting into contact with your ass, harder than ever before.

By fourth smack you squeaked loudly. "Ough! This hurt! Put me down, Delaney! Who do you think you are! I am not a puppet on your strings!," you growled but clenched hands into fists.

You counted to ten, trying to stay as quiet and polite as you could.

James watched your laying across his laps, you looked mesmerizing. Completely helpless and on his mercy. He already could feel his pants getting tighter. "So? How was it, hmm?," he hummed as his hand traveled up your back.

You shivered, letting out anther nervous giggle. "Harsh," you replied. "Can you put me down now? I promise to be a good girl. But excuse me, your actions are an insult to me!"

"Nah, I am not sure. I like to have you like this," Delaney muttered and his hand moved into your hair. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it."

You were tensed, yet some nice excitement was building in your lower stomach. "I... Maybe I do. Or maybe I don't. Find out by yourself, Mr. Delaney," you dared him.

He nodded in agreement. "Let's see."

James’ hand immediately traveled to your panties and pulled them off. His hand sneaked between your legs, exploring the sensitive skin. "Well, nice and wet,” he stated shortly.

You bit your lip again, closing your eyes shut, humming at his touch. His rough palm was burning your inner thighs but you didn't care. You simply shook your butt a bit. "Feels nice," you agreed.

James pulled you up so now you were straddling his hips, his hand still between your legs. "You have no idea," he wasted no time, two of his colossal fingers slipped inside of you. James moved his fingers in and out, curling them inside your pussy. He kept observing your face.

You quickly lost balance and almost fell off of his lap. That felt oh so good!

You struggled with your hands tied behind your back but with the adrenaline fulfilling your veins, you managed to finally free your palms.

"Don't you dare to tie me, ever fucking again," you whispered, resting hands on his chest.

"Oh, I don't need to do that, sweetheart," he whispered before moving your arms behind your back and locking them there by wrapping his arm tightly around you. He was strong enough to keep you fully under his control. He added third finger and tried to reach even deeper, he leant over to kiss your neck and jawline before moving to your lips to kiss you deeply.

You were moaning deeply, licking your lips at his every action. But when he slipped another finger in your core, you cried his name as loud as you could. You tried to rock your hips for more friction but the position you were at prevented you from this. "C'mon!," you almost growled. "Stop being a fucking scum, Delaney! Lemme go!"

You were oh so desperate to touch him that you bit his lips when he kissed you.

He hummed, thinking "No. You forget your lesson too quickly, sweetheart. You are a brat and you rise your voice on me again," James sighed. "If you want something... You need to behave."

"God!," you snorted through clenched teeth.

You calmed yourself down a bit and leant more to him, kissing his bearded jawline. "Please, sir, let me go and I promise to be a good girl and do whatever you'll want me to," you offered.

He only pushed harder. "You know that things like this don't work on me. Show me you can be good and we will see," his thumb started to circle your clit roughly.

"It's really hard to do, sir, when you have my hands behind my back," you murmured into his ear and gently rocked your hips to him, deepening his fingers into your cunt. "You're too good to be true."

After a moment of thinking he removed his hands, letting you free. "Show me what you got, girl."

You leant fully to him, french kissing him. You quickly unbuttoned your flannel shirt you were wearing and slipped it off your shoulders, tossing it across the room. You pressed your chest to his, undoing his belt with shaking hands, still kissing him.

At first, James kissed you back but then he removed his hand and moved it to your lips. "Suck," he said shortly before helping you with his pants.

You looked at him, blushing again but you took his hand and at first, you licked his fingers, only to slip them in your mouth shortly after. You sucked on them, your eyes were still on him as you hummed, sending little vibrations to his palm.

"Such a good girl," James growled deeply, he pulled his fingers out before kissing you. He picked you up slightly to remove your skirt and his pants completely. James sat you back on his laps, his cock was already hard, standing proudly against his stomach.

You smiled at him, your brow raised as you spat on your palm before grabbing his cock. You pumped your hand up and down his already hard shaft. "I told you I can be a good girl, you just need to be nice," you whispered, kissing his jaw. Then you got off his lap to wrap your lips around his member.

He watched you. "No one said I will be nice," James growled at the feeling of your hands on him

You were sucking on his cock for a longer moment before getting back onto his lap. You straddled him, one of your hands wrapped around his neck while other one guided his cock straight into your hot, wet core. "Mmmm, yes...," you moaned, rolling your head back

"Such a good girl," he growled and bucked his hips hardly, wrapping his arms around your waist. "So warm and tight... And only mine."

It was such an amazing feeling, it was exactly what he needed. If he could be honest, he wanted to fuck you so hard. Almost torip you apart but he still tried to control himself as best as he could.

"So tell me now, James, who does it better to you, hmmm?," you teased him, rolling your eyes. "Me nor Zilpha?"

You kissed his jaw and lips, your hand was slipped into his short hair, tugging on them.

"You are too sure of yourself sweetheart. First finish, then be proud and ask questions," James muttered and kissed you back, moving his hands to grab your hips.

His pace become faster and harder, taking total control over your movements. He made sure to push as deep as he only could, his hand moved to your clit.

Soon, James’ moves started to be less rhythmical, you could tell he was getting closer.

You were holding onto his shoulders. "Yes, harder, I wanna feel your fucking cock, Delaney. Show me what you got in that pants of yours!," you grunted deeply, bouncing up and down his shaft.

James growled loudly and nuzzled to your shoulder while gently biting your soft skin.

Few more deep thrusts and James cum deep inside of you. He held you down tightly.

You cum too, your cums mixed together, you panted, rolling your head back.

"My good girl," James whispered, kissing your cheek and jawline.

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Imagine: Cuddling with Phasma during her shift.

-Many years ago, on the Parnassos-

"Why aren't you asleep yet, hmm?" Phasma asked as she looked at you with raised brow. She was sitting on the ground. 

"You know I hate sleeping alone, besides, it’s cold when I sleep alone," you addmited openly. 

"You good know I can't join you now. I have my shift when it comes to guarding," she muttered. 

"Yea, I know. That's why I am here," you smiled softly. "It's cold, you know?" 

Phasma was sitting quietly for a moment, then opened her cape for you and you smirked, quicky slipping under it, letting out a quiet sigh and nuzzling into her side. 

"You know you can't stay here for whole night?" She asked and moved her hand through your hair. 

"Sure I can. I have nice, warm, cozy place and I am safe here, with you,” you replied quietly as a smirk started to fading out of your lips. 

Phasma shook her head. "No. You are not gonna stay here. You need to rest so you could be useful tomorrow, also I want you to stay away no matter what happens. I want you to be safe,” she explained and kissed your forehead, what was really rare for her. 

You purred happily and nodded. "Okay, the kiss has convinced me to your words. Just please, promise me that you will come back to me at morning." Phasma nodded. "I promise you this, Y/N." You kissed her, gently stroking her cheek. "I will be waiting. See you at morning." After these words, you left her alone. You hated lonely nights but well... It was always worth to wait for Phasma.

AUTHOR: Cass

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That’s How I Like You The Most || Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: You’re a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. You constantly have nightmares about Winter Soldier. One night, when no heater is working and you wake up covered in sweat, Steve Rogers is the one to cheer you up.

Warnings: none

Words: 1306

Author: Rouge

A/N: This fic was written for @justsomewritingprompts ‘ s writing challenge. I had: Scenarios: 12. Cold Night, No Heater || Quote: 7. “It’s fucking freezing” || items: 14. Blankets

An ominous boom startled you out of your abysmal nightmare. Your cheeks were wet and body was bathed in a cold sweat. The sheets were twisted around your limbs, probably because you were thrashing in yoursleep. Your heart pounded against your chest. You trembled. The room was entirely dark. No light anywhere. The remnants of your nightmare still clung to your mind, haunting you. You had no trouble imagining Winter Soldier lurking in the murky darkness of your room.

Another flash of lightning illuminated the room in blinding light. You let out a frightened cry and buried the face into your pillow. Even your breaths trembled. You swallowed and once again turned to see the endless darkness of the room.

Second later, the door was opened and familiar voice echoed from its walls.

“Y/N? Are you okay?”

You blinked few times, adjusting your eyes to sudden brightness. You saw Steve peeking into your room, a dismal expression on his face.

“Yes. It was just a nightmare…,” you whispered, rubbing your temples. “I’m sorry, did I wake you up?”

Steve smiled, yet he was pale still. “You were screaming. I got pretty worried about you,” Steve cleared up sadly.

You nodded slightly, wrapping sheets tighter around you. “Bruh, it’s cold again, and Tony promised me to fix my radiator,” you said, looking sadly at Steve. “And now this nightmare, I am done, I can’t rest properly since few days,” your voice was nothing more but a whisper.

Steve tilted his head gently, chucking. “Don’t count on it, Y/N. Tony’s busy, almost always. Heater doesn’t work in my room either. Maybe, if you would like, you could come to me,” Rogers suggested, a little grin crept onto his lips.

You blushed, turning your head aside. “I don’t know if I should…,” you stated softly but your body demonstrated what he needed, you shivered as cold thrill ran along your spine.

Steve chuckled. “Come on, yesterday I received a brand new blanket, we could try it,” he cocked his brow.

You blushed even harder, was Captain America himself trying to hit on you? You nodded but before you got up from your bed, you gave him a glance. “Can you, like, I have to get dressed…,” you grinned at him, “You can wait for me near the lifts,” you suggested, hoping he will obey.

Steve consented, and with a huge smile, he closed the door of your room.

It was when you let a withhold breath out. Captain America. Steve Rogers. You couldn’t wish anything more.

You quickly roamed through your wardrobe to pick black, fitted leggins and white tank top.

Within five minutes you joined him on the corridor, rubbing your shoulders. “Fuck, it’s fucking freezing,” you summed up.

Steve agreed with you as he pressed the button to call an elevator. His steel blue eyes measured your figure, from the bottom to the top, he couldn’t help but smirked at you.

When you both entered  the elevator, he pressed button signed “5”, it was the floor where his chamber was located.

“You look gorgeous, you know, Y/N?,” he askedcasually, his eyes were still on you.

You pressed your back to the wall of the elevator and pretended you were focused on numbers that were changing on the display.

“Thanks,” you said softly, glaring up at him for a second.

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The room was uncomfortably large. The floor was polished concrete, the walls white. There was room in here for dozens of people. It was a perfect place, but cold in its tranquility. The soft jazz was just audible as background noise.

“Wow… Scandinavian furniture… I didn’t expect something like this…,” you covered your mouth with palm, admiring the sight.

“Why not? I am not that old, Y/N, and trust me, I like to surround myself with a good quality,” Rogers whispered right in your ear from behind.

You didn’t even notice when his hands were wrapped around your waist tightly, you only hummed at the unexpected touch of his large palms and muscular chest nuzzling to your back. “Come on, it’s cold here, as I mentioned before my heater isn’t working, too,” Steve said, “Follow me, Y/N. It should be better in bed, I bet the blanket is still warm.”

He grabbed your palm and pulled you to his bed. As soon as you sat on a soft mattress, Steve joined you, wrapping woolen blanket around both of you.

“Mmmm, it’s so soft, and warm,” you purred, leaning your back against Steve’s chest. “Much better. I just hope Tony will finally do something with heating or we will freeze to death.”

You heard him laugh, his voice made your heart skipped a beat. You closed your eyes, trying to warm yourself up.

“Will you tell me about that nightmare, Y/N?,” Steve asked suddenly, his voice sounded gently. You found it so cute of him that he always was trying to figure out your problems. Steve was particularly the only person from the entire team that you got along so well with.

“Winter Soldier,” you responded simply, “I dreamt about him chasing me, again,” you sighed deeply.

“Shush, Y/N,” he said in that strong voice of his, “S.H.I.E.L.D. will find him soon, I guess,” he ensured.

“Maybe, but what will happen if they won’t?,” you turned your head to face him.

“Then I’ll make sure you’re safe, just like the others,” he cupped your face with his palms, rubbing his thumbs against your cheeks, “There’s nothing you should be worry about for now. Everything’s okay, Y/N, trust me.”

You nodded, exhaling a shaky breath. “I do,” you stated, “I always do.”

You nuzzled to his warm body, humming softly under your breath. Oh, he was so warm!

In the darkness of his room your cuddles were felt like a little touch of heaven, warm, together, cozy. You wished you could extend the night just so you could stay close to Steve for longer, safe in his strong embrace. His arms wrapped right around you brought a peace you've never known before, a calming of the storms in your heart, soul, mind. In his embrace you started to believe that there was nothing out there to fear, that all there was, was sunshine, beautiful trees and only good things to happen.

“Steve, can I be honest with you?,” you asked suddenly, opening your eyes and stretching a bit in his arms.

“Yes,” Rogers looked you right in the eye, he was visibly interested.

“Your cuddles are the only medicine I need, they are the light in the darkness, a lone star in an otherwise empty sky. I feel so safe when you’re around.”

You put both hands on his chest, supporting yourself, and you leant to him to place a warm, needy kiss to his beautiful, full lips.

Firstly, you were afraid he will push you away but nothing like this happened. Instead, his muscular arms were wrapped around you and second later, Steve was pulling you as closer as he only could. He deepen the kiss, your tongues were dancing together for a short while before you had to pull to take a breath.

You panted, trying to calm your heartbeat. You looked at Steve and he was only smiling at you, a little blush on his cheeks made him look like an embarrassed teenager. You only smirked at him and put head to his chest, listening to his heart.

Steve pulled the blanket tighter around two of you to make you feel comfortable.

“You’re a good kisser,” he praised with a grin, and you felt like a blush spread against your face.

You grabbed the hem of blanket and pulled it onto your head. “Bye, I’m gonna hide, you’re making me blush, Steve!”

He laughed warmly. “And that’s how I like you the most,” Steve purred.

Campfire || Arthur Morgan x Reader smut

Summary: After fight in a saloon, Arthur decides to stop and take care of you, both mentally and physically.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 2402

Authors: Cass & Rouge

The day was nice and calm. It was until that crazy saloon fight, which have suddenly started and ended as quickly as it began. Right then, you were sitting in front of Arthur on his horse. You were beaten up but not hurt too badly.

"Ya just had to join that fight, huh, Y/N?," Arthur muttered, looking up in the sky.

It was already changing its color as the evening was coming closer and closer with every minute.

"We still have a long way back to camp, maybe we should set our camp here, huh?," he asked, looking at you.

You gave him a slight nod, not turning head to face him.

 You knew he was mad at you, as many times he repeated himself about ladies getting into fights. He wasn't fan of it, and you again lost control over your nerves. But you simply couldn't let those men to insult that other woman...

 "As you wish, Arthur. You're a leader here."

 Arthur sighed deeply, dismounting his horse. "What does not mean I don't care about your opinion," he shook his head, grabbing horse's rains

 It took him few minutes to find a nice place to set a camp. It was on the edge of a little forest, close to the river. "That should be enough. What do ya think?," Arthur asked and looked up at you.

You waited patiently until he helped you off the horse. As you felt ground under your feet, you smiled a bit. "Cozy as it can be," you looked at him.

He was a tall man, very handsome face and those eye you'd recognize everywhere.

"And it ain't gonna get cozier for sure," he summed up, taking the bedroll from his horse.

He walked with you to the place close to the river. It took his few minutes to set the camp for both of you. Soon, you were sitting on the bedroll in front of the fire. Arthur walked to you with a damp cloth in his hand, He sat down next to you. "Come on now, show me that pretty face."

You turned to him, not hesitating to look him in the eye. "Don't say anything, I know I shouldn't have done this, but you didn't make it easier with your indifference," you tried to explain yourself.

"Ya sure? I am not the one whose face look almost Marston's," Arthur laughed softly, he simply joked. Your face didn't look so bad, just a few scratches and little bruises. He quickly got serious.

"Sometimes it's better to not do anything. I mean yea, being a good man is classy but look at yourself, kid. You gonna get yourself killed one day," he muttered as he pressed wet fabric to wound on your forehead.

You hissed quietly, clenching hand on hem of his flannel shirt. You tried to keep a serious face, truth was however that not only your body but mostly your pride was hurt at that point.

"I still think I've done a right thing," you shrugged. "Dutch would be proud."

He smiled softly at your reaction. "Maybe, I know one thing. I ain't proud of ya. You got me pretty worried, kid."

Arthur continued to clean your face. When he was done, he kissed your forehead and gently touched your cheek. "Now... Here is my Y/N. You will be fine. Nothin' hurts, right?," he looked at you with concern in his gaze.

You leant to him, rolling yourself onto his lap. "Nothing. I'm a tough girl, did you forget?," you reached hand up to mess with his hair. "And how do you feel?"

Arthur smiled and sighed quietly, nuzzling to your neck. "Tough girl that gets herself into trouble more often than ANYONE in the gang." He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, he just wanted to hold you close. To feel that you were really here with him. "I was really worried about you," he said finally looking at your face.

You made yourself comfortable on is laps, looking up at him. You touched his rough beard. Your fingers moved along it, only to caress his cheek. "I still have my opinion on that certain case."

Arthur leant into your touch and laughed after your words. He rested his forehead against your shoulder. "My God, kid, you are impassable," man sighed and kissed your neck gently. His hands slowly moved under your shirt, you could feel his rough palms on the soft skin of your back.

You smiled, sucking on your own lip. You closed your eyes, enjoying his strong touch on you. It made you shiver.

"You should lead us, not he," you stated firmly. "Everyone says it."

Arturh laughed at that and looked at you. "Did you lose your damn mind, kid? I'm none of a leader. You can say whatever you want but this ain't place for me.,” he said before unbuttoning few first buttons of your shirt while kissing your neck and jawline.

You messed with his hair further, your fingers tangled with his locks. "Maybe, but I feel like this and ain't change my mind though," you replied.

You giggled, a little blush appeared on your cheeks as he unbuttoned your shirt. "You're too fast, sometimes," you joked, shaking head.

Arthur completely ignored your words and moved shirt off your shoulders, and kissed them while one of his hands continued to open bottom of your shirt.

When he was done, his lips moved to yours and he pulled you into the kiss. Arthur's hands slowly slipped out of your shirt, he moved to your neck and purred deeply against it. "You are so beautiful," his hands gently tickled your stomach before resting on the waistband of your pants.

You were slightly pink on your face as blush hit you hardly. You let out a soft moan, looking him in the eyes. Your were glistening with sparkles at time. "Artie," you chuckled, grabbing his collar and pulling him deep down for the most loving kiss you could have provided.

Arthur kissed you back as his hand slipped inside of your pants. He continued to kiss you as his fingers started slowly circling your clit.

Arthur pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath and see your reactions at his touch. "You like it, sweetheart?,” he hummed.

Familiar excitement was already built deep inside your belly. Oh, how good his fingers were to you! How skilled!

"You've never replied me at the most important question. How many women did you have before me?," you knew that teasing him was probably a bad idea, yet you loved to see him furious.

You pretended you tried to unbutton his shirt, but after a brief moment of concern, you slipped hand down his strong yet covered chest, just to that bulge that was already forming in his old jeans.

"A few,” Arthur answered quickly, he didn't want to get into details at this point. He bucked his hips a bit to show you how hard he was.

"And you lady? How many men you had before me?," he asked as two of his fingers slipped deep into your cunt. They moved slowly in and out while his thumb was still playing with your clit. Arthur studied your face, trying his best to memorize your every reaction.

"A.... Few...," you moaned in reply and wry smirk on your lips.

You improved your position, slightly spreading your legs for him.

"Yhy, yeah, you definitely do some good job here, Art," you praised him lovingly, cupping your breasts as you rolled your head back. "Just like that and you'll get that honey pot."

He removed his finger out and laid you down on the bedroll. "Well, sweetheart, that sounds interesting," man purred before pulling your pants down, moments later he also had gotten undressed. He hovered over you, with this soft gently smile of his. "I love you, sweetheart," Arthur whispered before kissing you once again. After a short moment, he looked at you. "You ready?"

You gave the kiss back. Then, you locked your fingers to rub over your clit. "Now, yes," you smiled proudly, undoing your bra.

Arthur chuckled and he pushed deeply inside of you. He growled against your lips at the feeling of your walls around his cock, he wanted to cum right away, but he had to keep himself under control. "You feel so good, Y/N."

"Oh, shit...!," you only moaned, eyes wide opened. You grabbed his palm and squeezed it firmly.

You spread your legs even wider, your other hand moved to his back, you stroked his strong muscles.

His cock felt so wonderful inside of you. Yet, it hurt slightly, his size did matter.

"Just like this, darling," you whispered, trying to reach his jawline with your lips.

Arthur gave you a moment to get used to his size.

"You are such a good girl, Y/N," man purred quietly before he started to move his hips. Arthur's pace was slow and gentle at the beginning but soon, he found it hard to keep it. His thrusts became deeper and faster.

Your both hands were wrapped around his torso. You were inhaling deeply, every breath was a mess. The heat that radiated from him was oh so tender.

"Fuck, yes, just right there, Arthur, just like that. Fuck this cunt just like you do," you begged in a shaking tone.

You moved one hand between two of you to give his dick some strokes when he was getting out of your pussy.

Arthur growled loudly at the contact. "You’re gonna be a death of me, woman," he muttered and started to move even faster and harder now.

He moved one hand to gently stroke your clit.

You wrapped both legs around his hips and used all of your strengths to roll with Arthur, so you ended on top of him.

Your hands were placed on his chest, you moved up and down his shaft.

"You like that pussy?," you asked. "Oh, I bet you do, Art. Fill me like you do, honey. Fuck your sweet honey pot," you were moaning right into his ear.

Arthur let out a loud growl, looking up at you. You looked so beautiful, your hair all messy and your body naked, fully exposed to his eyes.

He moaned quietly and pushed hard into you, watching your breast bouncing with his every thrust. "Oh, I’m gonna fill you to the brim, girl," Arthur muttered grabbing your tights hardly.

He continued for more  than few minutes, than he quickly sat up and pushed into you as deep as it was only possible. He cum with loud growl, partly muffled by your shoulder.

You rode his cock further as you didn't cum yet. You pressed his chest, forcing him to lay back down.

You got up, his cock, still hard lightly, slipped out of your pussy with some wet noise, you leant down and kiss his jaw.

"Relax," you asked sweetly as you took his slick cock into your hand.

You pumped it a bit before taking him into your mouth.

"You’re really gonna kill me one day," Arthur mumbled, still trying to catch a proper breath. He growled loudly at the feeling of your warm, wet mouth around his thick cock. "Fuck... Y/N… What are you doing to me?," Arthur reached out, slowly moving his hand into your hair.

You only smiled, looking up at him. You bobbed your head up and down, taking him as deep into your throat as you could.

You hummed from time to time, sending some vibes to him. One of your hands were messaging his balls, while other one was fingering your own cunt.

Arthur was moaning at all the feelings he was experiencing because of your actions. His hand tightened in your hair, pulling them gently.

He could feel how hard he got again in your mouth and how close he has gotten to his second climax. His hips jerked softly as he pushed himself deeper into your mouth.

Anytime he was pushing his cock down your throat, you were sucking him oh so hardly. At the same time, you started stroking his hardened shaft, a slight grin on your lips.

You were still looking at him, moaning as you were making yourself wetter.

When he started leaking precum again, you stopped and climbed back onto his laps, sinking down onto his length and rocking hips for him.

"Well, hello there darling'," Arthur purred happily as soon as you were back on his cock and at his laps. His hands grabbed your hips tightly enough to leave bruises there. He started to fuck you deep and hard, making sure to hit every sensitive spot inside of you, he wanted to get his little revenge on you by making you cum hard.

"You think you can just play with me like that?," he growled against your ear, before biting it gently, then his lips moved to your neck to bite the soft skin there also.

"Yes, I can since you're my man," you whimpered, bouncing on him.

This time, you felt your climax approaching.

"Don't stop, don't you dare to stop!," at that point you were playing with your breasts, rolling hips for him.

He let out a short laugh and shook his head before focusing completely on his movements. His hand moved between your bodies to rub circles on your clit, to bring you to your climax faster.

"Who is a good girl huh?," Arthur asked against your neck. "Who likes when I make her feel good?"

"I'm your good girl," you moaned deeply. "I love it when you make me feel magnificent like now!," you yelled.

Your movements were more messy now, and soon you stopped them as the huge wave of pleasure hit you.

You screamed his name and smiled proudly, when you felt how he cum in you for the second time.

Arthur whimpered against your shoulder. Now he was hugging you closely. "You’re really gonna kill me one day, Y/N. I am not so young anymore."

It took him a moment to steady his breath, then he looked at you. "You know what,darling'? I love you," he hummed quietly.

You got off him, casually putting his leather jacket on your naked body.

You laid next to him, placing head on his chest and stroking his stomach. "I love you too, Mr Morgan."

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