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Deals with the Devil ain't so bad
Summary: Arthur Morgan became the devil's bounty hunter...but god does he miss you fiercly.
Ghost Rider!Arthur Morgan x F!Reader
CW: MDNI, 18+ Only, p in v, fingers, forest/public, nearly caught, fingers, flames used during. Is this technically monster?
Word count: 2.9K
He remembers signing that contract like it was yesterday. Remembers how the wind felt against his breath as he looked at the sun rising, how he struggled to breath, the sound of his own raspy voice shaking as he took what should have been his last breath. How his lungs hurt, and his eyes watered from the realisation that this was it.
Then suddenly there was the man. He stood watching Arthur dying on that mountain, his hands wrapped on his cain and the silver skull glinted in the morning rays. His eyes were cold and his voice worse as he spoke “I can help you” was all he said. The outlaws' eyes flickering to the strange man. The corner of his mouth turned up as he watched the dying man give a small nod, his breaths starting to wheeze.
Echoes of his steps fall around the mountain as he bends at the knee, resting right next to Arthur “I won’t ask you to get up”. He unrolls paper, and places it on the ground next to the outlaw. Arthur see’s something shining in that pale man’s eyes, there’s something wrong with him. But Arthur’s greedy.
He wants another chance at life, he wants to right his wrongs, he wants to see you again. He’s a selfish man, he thinks as his hands struggle to grasp the paper, and he doesn’t even read the contract before he tries to sign his name. The man laughs as Arthur coughs and his blood splatters the page “That’ll do just fine Mr Morgan” and he takes the contract away from him, rolling it back up and sheathing it in a metal cylinder. “When you open your eyes next, you’ll be healthy as a horse”. The man grins before he’s gone, and Arthur’s eyes slipped shut.
And now here he was a year down the line. The devil’s bounty hunter. He’d spent the past year collecting souls and returning them back to hell, never seeing you. He should never have taken that contract, he should have died that day on the mountain. You thought he had, Charles and John thought he had. Even set him up a nice little grave that he’d watched you visit time and time again over the year.
His heart yearned to be near you again, to feel your warmth and your softness beneath his fingers but he refused to let Mephisto know his weakness. So he spent his days wandering the west, the shire he’d gotten from Hosea had become his ride and he went everywhere with Arthur.
Even right now, here he was in the small town you’d settled in, watching as you brought in the washing. Your head turning up to look at the sky causing your shoulders to sag when you saw the grey clouds hanging overhead. Arthur kept his hat down low so if you happened to look, you wouldn’t see that rugged outlaw you’d lost a year ago.
The rider stood there for a little longer watching you but his sadness quickly turned to jealousy, his gaze dropping from that aching to venom as he watched some man he’d never seen before riding up to your house. The stranger dismounting as he pressed flowers into your hand which you seemed to accept willingly. That smile you reserved only for him was present and all Arthur wanted in that moment was to drag that man down to hell.
It was a few days later when he returned to you, and you were out tending to the small garden you’d managed to maintain. The sky had been clear for some time and he watched you worry your bottom lip between your teeth. You disappeared inside the door for a few seconds before coming back out with a basket, leaving the garden and turning down to walk through the trees that your property backed onto.
Arthur stood up straight, his hand shaking the cigarette and throwing it onto the ground once it was out. He pushed his hat slightly down as he began to walk after you. The outlaw watched you carefully, not showing himself just yet, and fooling himself that he was following you because the forest wasn’t safe. Who knows what was here, you needed that protection.
While he had taught you to use a gun some years ago, that didn’t mean you were any good at it. Least not better than him.
He followed you for a while, you hadn’t even noticed. More reason for him to be accurately worried. And he watched as you bent to pick more flowers, adding them to the already full basket. His brow furrowed as he finally took note of them, originally he thought the book you held was full of the information and pictures of them but now, as he looked closer, he noticed the familiar worn leather. His own journal.
You’d kept it. You’d kept it.
And that seemed to be what made him snap. Your head turning fast at the sound of someone stomping towards you. Hands forcing you to stand up, an arm wrapping around your waist and someone's mouth crashing to yours.. Teeth clashing against your own as your eyes widened and you tried to push this sudden figure off you. Anger filled your mind, until he pulled slightly away from you.
Your eyes still wide as you dropped the basket, shaky hands holding his face gently. One of your fingers gently tracing his face, mouth opening and shutting as you tried to speak.
It was Arthur who spoke first “I missed you darlin’” came that rough timber that you’d spent nights trying to replay in your mind “Missed ya somethin’ fierce”.
You were the one to kiss him this time, pulling him forward so quickly it knocked his hat back but he didn’t care as he kissed you back. Tongue pushing your lips apart so he could explore every inch of your mouth, you didn’t fight it like you normally would. His brow furrowed as he tasted something salty and opened his eyes to see you crying.
He pulled away again, shushing you gently as his thumbs brushed away the tears “I’m sorry, I know baby girl but I’m here now” you buried your face into his neck, breathing in the scent of him. Leather, gunpowder and sandalwood flooded your nose and it felt like you could breathe for the first time in a year. Your hands took the hat from his head completely so you could run your hands through his soft strands, looking up at him in wonder.
“You were gone” Arthur swore he could have fell to his knees right there with the way your voice cracked, he had never meant to cause such pain. Maybe taking that deal wasn’t such a bad thing, if it meant he could hold you like this, if he could hear that sweet melody of your voice.
“Let me make it up to ya” one of his hands slowly moved down from your waist to grab your ass, squeezing it tightly as his mouth crooks up into a grin and your cheeks go red at his insinuation. You try to stammer a reply but he just shushes you again “Come on girl, just lay here and look pretty, alrigh’?”
Those words are all it takes for him to quickly have you on the floor, hiking your skirts up over your waist and Arthur’s quickly pushing his trousers down. The gun belt is somewhere near his hat. His hands are as rough as you remember as he pushes your thighs open, his eyes dark at the sight between them “Hold” comes his gruff voice, and your hands immediately go under your knees to keep yourself held open for him.
The way his eyes watch you sends arousal thrumming through your body and your hole clenches around nothing causing the man above you to roll his neck and breath through his nose. His hands trace down the fat of your thighs before his thumb pushes against your clit and he slowly circles it “Missed me that much, sugar?”
You can only nod and grip your legs as he applies more pressure “I missed you so much Arthur” he leans down to kiss at your neck, your eyes fluttering and mouth dropping open as his teeth scrape against the skin. His fingers slide down your wet lips, gathering some of it before he gently pushes against your hole. Your body doesn’t deny the man entrance, he meets almost no resistance as he begins to move his fingers in and out, his thumb still rubbing at the sensitive nub.
“Then I won’t tease ya” he mumbles against the pulse in your throat, and you mewl in agreement. He stretches you gently, adding another finger and this causes you to gasp “S’okay darlin’ just been a while, gotta get you ready” your hand moves to the base of his hair, tanging in the strands and tugging to get his face to move up, pressing your lips to his again.
Your legs tremble in your own hold as his fingers press up against the soft spot inside you, the pressure on your clit and the way he kisses you until your breathless has your back arching. His mouth swallows all the sweet noises you give him.
It doesn’t take long for the man to expertly bring you to that edge, it’s been so long since you felt like this. You’d tried to do it yourself once you’d thought you were done grieving but your own hand just hadn’t been enough. Oh but Arthur’s hand? It knew exactly where to stroke, how fast to go, the right amount of pressure to apply. “That’s it sweetheart, just like that. Such a good girl f’me”
And his words had you going over that edge, your fingers leaving marks on your own skin, your legs trying to close even as you held them open. Arthur’s eyes watching the way your hole tightened around his fingers, slick drooling down to the forest floor as your eyes fluttered shut and you could only whimper and whine at the feeling.
Arthur’s fingers left your cunt leaving you to whine as he shushes you, his hands making quick work to pull his trousers half way down his thighs, enough to bring his cock out of his underwear. The fabric pressed just under his balls. Your eyes gravitated there, tracing the hard dick he sported.
You couldn’t tear your gaze away, his own hand barely able to wrap around it as he pumped a few times, his head tipping back with a groan and his cock jumped at the action. Arthur stroked the head against your folds, the precum oozing from the slit and coating your pussy as he gathered the wetness. You pouted up at him, trying to roll your hips up against him and Arthur raised an eyebrow.
His free hand moving to pin your body down as he threatened “Have I gotta crush you to floor, girl?” his tone let you know not to do that again, and your entire body relaxed against the leaves and sticks as he finally pushed into your hole. A gasp leaving you, and he stilled with just the tip inside as he let you get used to the feeling again.
Both of you tensed at the sound of your name being yelled through the forest, seeming to echo as someone called your name and suddenly Arthur’s loving exterior was gone. Your hands let go of your legs and you sat up to push him off you “Oh oh, we got to stop” but the outlaw only pushed you back to the floor, his body weight on you as he pushed the rest of his cock inside you.
“We ain’t gotta do nothing. You gotta lay here and take it” Your eyes widened, you’d never seen him like this before, but as Arthur started to buck his hips up against you, you could only do as he said. Your arms wrapping around his shoulders and clinging to the back of his jacket, his own hands gripping your thighs this time to keep them open. His fingers dimpling the fat as he almost seemed in a frenzy to fuck you.
You couldn’t see his face, but you heard the grunts and growls as his hips humped at you, his cock stretching you out over and over as he used your cunt. The yelling of your name got louder before fading away, the person walking in a different direction “He couldn’t do ya ike this, nah, he aint the type to give you what ya need darlin’”. You had no idea what he was talking about, brow furrowing but you couldn’t focus on one single thought. Not with the way his fingers bruising your thighs as the head bruised your cervix.
And then, all of a sudden, you felt very hot. Your eyes shot open as you watched flames engulf Arthur. His hands burning at your skin and as you looked down all you saw were bones gripping at your thighs “W-what?” you whispered out, your body tensing and Arthur froze too.
His mind went blank as he realised what had happened, and he stammered and stuttered as he tried to think of something to say “Darlin’ I, well, er” Your hand moved to touch the skeleton fingers, and they seemed to change back into his own fingers. And then you realised the flames didn’t really hurt. They were just hot.
Arthur’s eyes widened as he felt your hole clench around him, and it caused him to groan as he thrust into you again. Calming enough that he could morph back into your loving cowboy, his hands gripping your thighs again as he set back into his brutal “Ya like that, dont ya, sugar?” his voice dripped in arousal as he continued the assault on your cunt. This time his touch was accompanied with the flames you seemed to find fascinating. He watched you nod up at him, that devious grin charming up his face.
He brought one of his hands up to your corset, setting it on fire and you gasped as it turned to ash, blowing away in the wind. Mouth going dry as he teased at your hardened nipple, the flame licking at the bud but never burning you. And your hips rolled up forcing more of his cock into you, and your back arched pressing his hand against your breast again. “yeah you like it” came his deep timbre again.
With the added touch of his flames against your skin now, it was easy to get you back into that syrupy head space allowing Arthur to fuck you against the forest floor as he humped into your cunt, his cock dragging along your g-spot in the most delicious way. His words slipping into your ears as he brought you closer and closer to that edge again, his hand making it’s way down your body, burning the pieces of clothing that stopped its path before it could press against your clit.
Your entire body thrummed as he applied some of that heat while he circled your clit, your cunt starting to ache from how he used you and a whimper leaving your mouth as you soaked the floor and Arthur’s pants. He pressed closer to you until you could feel his shirt against your face, his hips keeping your legs apart while his hands moved to grab at the floor. Trying to keep himself grounded as he slowed down his pace “Fuck darlin’!” his voice rang out as you came undone around him.
His eyes rolling as his cock twitched, hot ropes of cum painting your walls white and he stayed as close as possible as his hips rolled and pressed you into the floor. His hands grasped around dirt and leaves as he filled you. “Forgot how good that feels” the outlaws voice was a raspy pant as he breathed heavily above you.
And you both stayed there for a few minutes, until his cock had softened inside you and he pulled out slowly, his hands soothing at your thighs while he shushed you. Your body tensing at the ache between your thighs, and little whimpers left you as he pulled out “I know, I know, ‘m sorry” came the once again gentle Arthur. The one you knew.
As you slowly blinked, trying to gain control over your breathing again, you moved your hand to touch his face. Brow furrowing as you tried to make sense of what you had seen. Not only was the man you loved back from the dead…but he seemed to be some kind of fire skeleton. Confusion swarmed your mind.
The rough man pressed a kiss to your palm, his hand moving to take your own off his face as he gave you a shy smile, his gaze full of concern and something else. Something that seemed awfully similar to that look when he was self-conscious all those years ago “I can explain”
You nodded up at him, looking at him expectedly as he began to explain what had happened. And while it didn’t all make sense to you, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was you had Arthut back. Whether he was tethered to this ‘Ghost Rider’ demon or not.
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Not nearly enough
Summary: You help show Arthur the fun he’s missing out on while on look out
Arthur Morgan x F!Reader
CW: MDNI, 18+, Blowjob, public
Word count:1.3K
It’s nights like this that you love the most, sure the atmospheres a little more sombre than before but nearly the whole gangs here. You can see them all, those who matter are right in your eyesight, gathered around the same campfire as you. The warmth of the flames heats your frozen skin and with Javier’s soothing music playing as the background noise to the chatter flowing around, it almost feels like before. Almost.
You’re talking to Hosea as he regales some old fix from when it was just him, Dutch and Arthur, long before they’d even picked John up. The girls were hanging onto his every word, especially Sadie who seemed to have been able to smile a bit more now. A laugh sounds through the camp as a part about Arthur falling over his own feet during the moment is told by Hosea, your eyes finding the very man and where he sits. Away from the others as he keeps guard in the trees, and you can’t help the way your eyes slide down from his back to his thighs.
The fire didn’t make it all the way over there, and you had to squint slightly to make out his silhouette. Your eyes darted back to everyone else before you stood up, Karen winked at you having noticed where your attention had been drawn to as your cheeks dusted pink and with a roll of your eyes your feet took you in the direction of your favourite outlaw.
He notices you immediately, head turning slightly to let you know he’s aware of your presence before he turns back to keeping guard. Being away from the fire causes you to notice that it’s colder than you thought, and you contemplate going back to the fire, but the way Arthur’s sleeves are rolled up make you forget that idea. You notice that you really can’t see the camp so much from here, and you take Arthurs hand in your own to tug him a little further away.
“Where you taking me darlin’? Meant to be lookout while you lot have your fun” his voice sends shivers down your spine at the husk of it, his accent doing wonders on the fantasies in your mind. You squeeze his hand and stop where the trees offer more coverage. When you finally turn to look at him, he notices how your pupils have swallowed the colour of your eyes, a grin growing on his face as his other hand takes your chin in his fingers “How much you had to drink?”
The corners of your own mouth turn up as your tongue darts out to wet your lips “Not nearly enough” you earn a chuckle out of him as he leans down to press his mouth to yours. Tongue licking past your lips, and you suck on it as saliva drips down your chin from the messy kiss. He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you before it pops from the distance “Thought I’d help you have some fun, unfair if we’re the only ones having it”.
Arthurs eyebrow raises at your words, his thumb pressing against your chin as his eyes darken and he rolls his neck, “Not too much doll, still gotta make sure I’m payin’ some kind of attention” You nod your head a little before dropping to your knees, and Arthur takes a breath at the sight. One of his favourite views of you, on your knees, ready to do what ever he wanted you to.
Hands make quick work of unbuckling and pulling Arthurs pants down, resting them on his thighs and just below his balls. His cock is already starting to fill out against his thigh as you spit onto your hand and move your thumb across the tip. A low groan leaves Arthur at the feeling of your hands, and his hand moves to rest on your head as you press wet kisses to his cock. You move lower, tongue licking a strip from the base to the head, and you gather the precum on your tongue before wrapping your lips around him.
Grunts fall from his lips as you work him into your mouth, his hand tangling into your hair to push you further down and take more into your throat. “Such a good girl, takin me so well” His words cause a whine to rise in you, hands clutching at his legs to keep you steady as your own thighs press together and slick drips out of you “Jus’ let me stay like this, keeping me nice and warm” He holds your head where it is as his hips move to thrust his cock in and out of your throat.
His pace speeds up and your eyes close as you focus on trying not to gag from the stretch of your jaw, the grip he has on your hair is almost punishing as he seems to lose himself like this. Praises and grunts falling from his mouth, “Gonna let me fuck that pussy next, sweetheart? Yea you will, let me stretch it till it remembers only me, ruin you for anyone else”.
You feel as his cock jerks inside your mouth, and your fingers scratch at his legs when there’s tears gathering in your eyes. He pulls back to let you try and gather your breath before he’s slapping his cock against your cheek and smearing the mix of saliva and precum that’s leaking from his tip “Open up again, you got something to swallow” and you look up at him with dazed eyes as your tongue lolls out of your open mouth.
Arthur’s pushing back into your mouth with a low moan as he sinks into the warmth of your throat again. One of your hands moves from his thighs to massage at his balls, drawing another moan from him as his head tilts to the sky. Your hand rolls his balls gently in your hands, and his hips jerk forward causing you to gag around him “Shit, sorry darlin’ just, fuck” as his speaks you notice how big and heavy they’ve gotten in your hand, and you move yourself to take the rest of his cock into your mouth as you squeeze at them. Nose pressed against the mess of pubic hair, your tongue running against the vein on the underside of his cock as it kicks in your mouth.
Your own moan leaves you, and you glad your noises are muffled. Arthurs hips continue bullying his cock inside your mouth as wet sounds ring out around the both of you, having given up on trying to be quiet at this point. Arthur looks down at you as he fucks his cock past your lips, your saliva drooling down your chin and the stretch of your jaw causing an ache to build. His cock kicks again, his hand buried in your hand pushing your further down as your hands grip at his thighs and ropes of hot salty cum spill down your throat with a grunt from the man above you.
His grip releases on your hair as he leans against a tree behind him, but you wait a moment before licking at his softening to dick to make sure its all clean before you stand up and wipe the drool from your chin. “Was that fun enough for you, Arthur?” He shakes his head and laughs at you lightly, moving to pull his pants back up before bringing you in for a slower kiss.
“Not nearly enough,” He repeats your earlier words “You best be waiting in my tent when I finish, ain’t done with you yet” his words travel straight between your thighs and you nod at him, pressing another kiss to his lips before walking off to join the others again.
Karen raises an eyebrow and mirth fills her eyes; you shake your head at her almost pleading as she shrugs her shoulders.
You couldn’t wait for Arthur to be off guard duty.
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