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immajustvibehere · 5 months

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Amidst a Crashing World (1/5)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

summary: You had left the gang about a year ago. There were many reasons as to why, but that you had received a rather gruff rejection from the man you loved was definitely on that list. Now, Arthur appears in front of your little cabin with an interesting demand.

tags for this series: fluff, little bit of angst, no-tb-Arthur, literally your love redemption, maybe smut (but probably not), slow burn (but I mean how slow can a story really burn in five chapters?)

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1600 words, less than 10 minutes reading time

It had been a year since you had last seen him. He was one of the reasons why you had decided to leave the gang. Because it had become unbearable to be around the man you had feelings for. The man you had confessed those feelings to and the man who had rejected you. It had been an uncomfortable moment, to say the least. Dutch had been talking about a bigger score for a while now and the mission had only been a few days away. You had approached Arthur who had been seated near a campfire with Hosea and Reverend, deep in a seemingly serious but one-sided conversation.

"May I talk to you for a moment?", you had pleaded. Your hands had been shaking. You had been aware: every score the boys went on held the possibility of never seeing them again. And you had felt brave that day. Brave enough to finally confess that you had feelings for this man. He was kind enough and caring towards you. He never was someone to express affection too openly so you hoped...that even if he did not feel entirely the same, he might be open to get to know you better and give you a chance.

"Sure", Arthur had grunted, a little groggily and stood up. You had walked a few steps away from Reverend and Hosea, just far enough to make give them the impression that this was supposed to be a private conversation. Quickly, but precisely and not without a certain shake in your voice, you let Arthur know that you liked him. More than the normal amount at least.

You peaked through your curtains to watch this very man dismount from his horse and caringly fix its reins next to the one of your horse, which was barely acknowledging the visitor.

For a moment, Arthur had just stared. Then he had shifted awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck with a warm but stifled chuckle escaping his throat.

"Yer joking, aren't ya?", he mumbled as he nervously peeked back to Hosea and Reverend, who hadn’t exactly given you attention during this ordeal. When Arthur had caught your dead-serious face and how you swallowed after he had said those words, he knew that you, in fact, hadn’t been joking.

"I- ehr...I don't see ya like that, I'm sorry", he had stumbled over his words. His voice hadn’t been upbeat or hopeful, not even apologetic or friendly. No, the longer you had turned those words over in your mind afterwards, you heard how bitter, how disappointed, and somewhat accusatory he sounded. He had turned around and had walked back to his log, shaking his head, chuckling coldly.

Arthur's hand plunged into his jacket, and he pulled out a wrinkly, yellowy paper that he unfolded. As he held the paper in one hand, a grin flitted across his face, before he took a breath and started loudly:

"I'm looking for the fierce, the ferocious....", Arthur stopped and plucked a ripe tomato from its stem. You had been growing this beautiful tomato plant right next to the gate that separated your garden from the path that travellers commonly used. But Arthur was the first one who had the audacity to help himself. Then he went on: "The downright awful degenerate y/n. Supposedly, she robbed a stagecoach and left the driver in a condition that left much to desire...She has fled to find refuge from her abhorrent, ginormous bounty of 15 proud dollars!"

Arthur had a shit-eating big grin on his face when you finally pushed the door to your little cabin open. He popped the tomato into his mouth, savouring the taste as he watched you step into the light and lean against the door frame.

"That you?", Arthur asked indistinctly with his mouth full, quick to catch some tomato juice with his sleeve as it escaped the corner of his mouth. He held up the bounty poster that showed the most unflattering sketch of your features that you had ever seen.

"I look myself in the mirror quite often, but I've never seen this creature staring back", you joked as you nodded at the sketch. You were still unsure what his sudden appearance at your doorstep was supposed to mean.

Arthur shrugged and sarcastically answered: "I really think they did ya justice. Have you seen the pictures going round of me?"

You had. They weren't nearly as bad as the one he held up of you. But they did paint him more cruel than he looked right now. Honestly, knowing him better, all you can see is an actually soft man which might look big and scary when he swings his gun around, but now, as he took his hat off, he looked harmless. The afternoon sun nearly blinded him as he looked at you, but he deemed the gesture necessary to be polite, apparently.

"Yer trying to take me in for a 15 dollar bounty?", you asked and crossed your arms.

"Don't want'a sound rude but that's barely worth it...", Arthur smiled, "No I ehrm...was close by. A farmer down that way told me you was living here. I helped him fix a wheel on his waggon."

"Sure...", you mumbled suspiciously. There was no way you would have naturally come up in this conversation.

"'s been a while...", Arthur commented.

"Yeah. More than a year. Took me this long to figure out how it'd bear fruit", you pointed at the tomato plant Arthur had stolen from.

Shamelessly, he plugged another one and ate it, "They're good."

"I know", you sighed. You had given up and moved aside to let the man into your cabin.

It was a humble little place. Just big enough to fit a table, three chairs, a bed, a stove and a cupboard. Arthur noticed the rifle that leaned next to the bed, the few books that were scattered on the table and finally his eyes fell on a couple of sketches you had pinned onto the wall. After leaving the gang, you had tried your luck with drawing. Yes, it was a way to remember Arthur, because though you haven't seen many of his drawings, you knew he sketched everything he laid his eyes on.

For a moment, you hoped that Arthur would comment on your sketches. There was one of a doe that you were particularly proud of, but Arthur just briefly scanned them before turning his attention back to you.

"Nice little cabin ya got here...killed the fella that lived in it before or...?", Arthur suggested, his eyes falling on a little hole in the roof that needed fixing and the bedframe which was uneven and brittle.

You almost laughed at the suggestion: "No. It belongs to an old lady who went to live with her sister in the city. She gave me the cabin to look out for, until her grandson is old enough to live in it."

"Oh", Arthur commented, fidgeting with his hat.

You had spent months trying to forget this man. You were sure you'd never see him again, not if you could have helped it. You were glad about leaving your affiliations with the van der Linde gang behind. However, this had never been the official deal. The deal had been that you could roam for a while, figure yourself out and then join back. You never did. And now you had a sour feeling as to why this man was currently scanning your backyard through the window.

"Why are you here?", you asked, your tone serious.

"It's good to see you again", Arthur light-heartedly said. It almost sounded like a joke.

"Arthur", you warned him.

"Lot has happened since you left...", Arthur said, still wandering around in this cabin as if he was scanning the small territory, "we lost some people in Blackwater...Mac and Davey...Jenny..."

You knew about Mac. It was reported in the newspaper, but when Arthur mentioned Jenny, your jaw dropped. You felt a sort of anger flare up. You had gotten along well with Jenny. She was a kind and funny girl and you had considered her a friend.

"How did- Why...How did this even happen?!", you grumbled, "Jenny wasn't someone who would be in the midst of a fight. Hell, she knew how to handle a gun, but-"

"I know", Arthur interrupted, "couple weeks ago we lost Sean, too."

"Why are you here, Arthur? And why are you telling me this?"

"Wanted to see how you've been doing...", he shrugged, but his demeanour changed when you opened a drawer. You didn't even need to pull out the gun before Arthur stopped with the sugarcoating.

"Dutch wants you back."

Hell, this didn't sound like a suggestion. It was more like a threat. Arthur was here to collect you. Not for a 15-dollar bounty, but for Dutch. Because he had lost too many people and now you needed to jump in. Also, every bit of hope you held close to your heart, that Arthur...that there was a tiny bit of him that wanted to see you. That he really wondered how you had been doing.

It died with those words. It stung.

"Get out", you demanded.

"Y/N-"

"Arthur, I'm not coming back."

"Dutch-"

"I don't care. I don't give a fuck what Dutch wants", you yelled, slowly pulling the gun out, "Honestly, you have some nerve showing up with this request."

Then, you had to laugh. Laugh at the absurdity of it and laugh because you were hurt. The laughter helped to supress the tears, for now.

"Ya ain't gonna shoot me, sweetheart", Arthur said knowingly, putting his hat back on and slowly backing out towards the door, arms still raised because he didn't want to give you the impression that he'd draw on you.

"Don't flatter yourself", you said, slowly walking towards him to make him move out of your house, "I wouldn't shoot your pretty face, but I can put holes in other parts of your body and it would hurt enough."

You felt bold, cocked the gun and aimed at his leg.

"Y/N..."

"Tell Dutch you didn't find me. Tell him I'm dead. Tell him I forced you to draw on me and you shot me...I honestly don't care. I'm not going back. I'm not...canon fodder for a cause I don't believe in anymore", you stated, your eyes fixed on Arthur. He might just notice that tears pricked your eyes, there was a hint of concern in his features.

When he opened his mouth, you were quick to interrupt him: "If you care for me just the tiniest fucking bit...yer gonna fuck off right now and not come back."

You thought about how he'd answer, 'I don't see ya like that', lasso you and drag you back into whatever hole the gang was hiding at the moment, but instead, he tipped his hat, turned around and mounted his horse.

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Next chapter: here

I never have the nerve to keep a consistent taglist, but here are some tags for people who said they might be interested in that sort of story:

@pinkiemme @loveheartarthur @lonesome-ranger @twola @shiokitsune @hugthedragon @missredemption @kakashiislut @thewalkingdead1463

If you want to be tagged, please comment under this post if you want to be included to the taglist for this story OR any fic I post in future.

Special thanks to @little-honeypie 'cause we've been cooking that story up together <3

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption community #rdr2 #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr #rdr fanfiction #arthur morgan x fem!reader #arthur morgan x femreader

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beautifulsnake2162020 · 2 years

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By any chance are there any Arthur x reader fanfiction stories out there that's not based on the BBC show or the King Arthur movie? I'm searching for King Arthur from Arthurian mythology.

Cause if there's none then I might write it (forewarning, it'll probably be FemReader but I'll try to make it as GN as possible).

As much as I like the poly ship of Arthur x Guinevere x Lancelot sometimes I just want Arthur all to myself 😅.

And because I like mixing media, I'm going to play around with the Dan Brown "Holy Grail" (cause I'm not the biggest fan of the Percival Holy Grail story and some parts still confuse me till this day-and I'm saying this as someone who grew up Catholic). I'm still debating whether or not I should keep the Xian elements or just makeup a fictional equivalent of the Dan Brown Holy Grail mythos (I'm honestly leaning on this part more).

Essentially here's what I may write:

You are Arthur's lover before he meets Guinevere. You are close with Morgan le fay and this was the time when she and Arthur still got along without any enmity between them (They're not siblings in this version). Your family comes from a sacred bloodline that has a tendency towards being magically adept. But said bloodline has its protectors because the mere existence of this bloodline will take away or shakeup a status quo.

That's the non spoiler prompt that's been lingering for days in my mind now.

#Arthuriana #arthurian fantasy #arthur x reader #king arthur #arthur pendragon

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littlestarofthewest · 5 years

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Title: One New Message | Word Count: 3106 | Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female reader | Tags: rough sex, modern au

Summary: After a delicious third date with Arthur, you long to see him again, and try to shorten the waiting time by sending him nude photos. Soon, you have to rethink that behavior, when Arthur shows you what he does to bad girls.

There are a thousand things you should be doing instead of dreaming about Arthur Morgan. Still, you find yourself sprawled out on your sofa, fantasizing about the man like you've never done with anybody else before. You have a good reason, though.

After managing two dates without anything happening, you faltered on the third date, jumping Arthur like a feral cat. Not that you regret it. That was the best sex you've had in your life. The only problem is that you can't stop thinking about it.

The date was two weeks ago, and the only other time you could find where you're both available for another date is still a week away. You have no idea how you're supposed to hold out that long.

For the tenth time today, you open up your last conversation with Arthur on your phone. He wished you a good night, but not a good morning. You don't blame him, knowing that he's busy with work. There's also a good chance he doesn't want to bother you, assuming that you're working yourself.

Looking at Arthur's picture on your phone, you decide you need at least a little something from him, so you type a quick message.

"good morning, big guy. what are you up to?"

First, you're not sure about the nickname. It's kind of a joke. The words just tumbled out of you the second you got Arthur out of his underwear, and he laughed so hard you almost gave up on the sex altogether. Lucky for you, Arthur came back to his senses when you crawled on top of him. As you wallow in memories of that night, your phone buzzes in your hand.

"you're the only thing that keeps me from strangling my co-worker. I really don't want to go to jail right now"

You smile, even when you feel sorry that Arthur seems to have a bad day.

"you need a little distraction?"

The reply comes instantly.

"yes please!"

You look around your living room, wondering what you could talk about that would cheer Arthur up and distract him enough so he won't lose his head about some idiot. At first, you draw a complete blank, but then your thoughts go back to that night with Arthur.

"I'm sitting on my sofa, thinking about our night together"

You barely sent the message when you see that Arthur is typing.

"wish to god I could be on that sofa with you"

Your heart does a little leap and warmth pools in your stomach. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all. You've been awfully horny just thinking about Arthur, talking with him makes matters a thousand times worse. At first, you think about replying, maybe even flirt a little or tease him, but then another idea enters your mind. You struggle with it, not sure if it's too much, but the thought won't let go of you.

Getting up from the sofa, you pull down your jeans before lying back down. You try to find a proper angle and take a few pictures of your panties. You've never liked photos of yourself much, but when Arthur was with you, he sure seemed to like what he saw. The thought of him opening your message in the middle of work and seeing you like this is intoxicating. Taking a deep breath, you send one of the pictures without any explanation.

The messenger tells you that it got delivered, and your heart starts pounding, then you can tell that Arthur read the message. There's no answer, though. You jump up from your sofa, pacing back and forth, scolding yourself. It was too much. Or maybe it just wasn't a good idea to send something like this in the middle of the day. What if somebody else looked at Arthur's phone? You're about to send another message to apologize when your phone finally buzzes in your hand.

"please tell me you're not lying there like this when I can't be there"

You take a few deep breaths, happy that you didn't mess up, and his reply makes you eager to tease him even more. Pulling off your shirt and bra, you lie back down on the sofa. It takes a little fumbling, but you get yourself and the couch into the frame, trying your best to hold a seductive pose. Then you play with your nipples, making them stand up nice and hard for the picture. The only thing missing from it is your face, just in case anybody else might be able to sneak a look. Again, you send the picture without comment.

Lying there, waiting for Arthur's response, your mind keeps wandering back to your last date. Without thinking, your hand goes back to your breasts, teasing yourself, and then you move down your body just like Arthur did. Before you know it, your palm presses against your sex, and you tease yourself with a slow rub until your phone announces another message.

"Jesus, sweetheart. you know I'm at work, are you trying to kill me?"

"you like it?" you reply, and Arthur's answer comes back immediately.

"like it? I might stain my pants any second"

That sure is a nice thought, not only for him. You spread your legs further apart, imagining how Arthur has to work, half-hard in his pants, trying to concentrate. You wish you could be there, drag him into a quiet corner, and seduce him to have you right then and there. You run your fingers over your folds at the thought, pushing the fabric of your panties a little deeper. Meanwhile, you keep teasing your nipples, and sensitive and horny as you are, it doesn't take long until your slick soaks through the panties. You keep rubbing yourself to create a visible stain and spreading your legs apart, you take another picture.

You send it with the words, "like this?"

To get easier access, you pull the panties down and dare to touch yourself without the fabric between you and your fingers. You enjoy how hot and wet you feel to the touch, remembering how Arthur moaned between your legs as he licked you. You've never been with a guy who got off like this while giving you pleasure, and his moans and sighs together with his tongue had you come so hard that you almost passed out. You're sure that your neighbors heard you scream.

Another message hits your phone, and you eagerly open it.

"don't tease me girl, or you gonna regret it"

You smile, and you can't stop your fingers from running through your wetness. Turned on like this, it's hard to think about consequences, so you hold your phone in position, taking a picture of your wet pussy with your fingers rubbing your clit. Usually, you're not in the right position to see yourself like this, but looking at it now, you have to admit that it's hot. There's no way you can keep this to yourself when you have the option to torture Arthur.

You write, "wish you were here," and include the last picture.

At first, you try to wait for a response, hoping that whatever Arthur says might throw you over the edge, but time goes on, and there's no reply. Judging by the way Arthur answered your first messages, you don't think that he's offended. He probably just really had to go back to work. You think about getting yourself off, but after starting this with Arthur, it somehow feels weird to finish on your own. Instead, you hop into your shower to cool off.

When you're dressed, you think about what to do next, opting to at least finish one single task. You start with your kitchen, putting some boxes away that you carelessly left out after cooking the other day. Then you turn to the dishes, but before you can start the water, there's a rapid knock on your door. You hurry to open it, knowing that the delivery people rarely wait around for long, and you've been waiting for a package.

The second you open the door, strong hands take hold of you and push you inside.

"Arthur?" you squeal, unable to process how he got here so fast.

Without an answer, he kicks the door shut before lifting you up and carrying you to your bedroom. Arthur throws you onto the bed, crawling over you before you have a chance to do anything. He puts a hand to your face, drawing you in for a kiss. It's eager and feverish from the start, far away from the soft kisses you shared at your date.

Arthur's hands roam over your body, and he pulls up your shirt, lifting it over your head and pulling it off. Then, he kisses along your neck and down to your breasts, tasting the exposed skin. With a grunt, he reaches behind you, and in a swift movement, he opens your bra and drags it away as if it's the most significant nuisance he can think of.

With a satisfied hum, he dives down and attacks your nipples with his mouth, licking and sucking so mercilessly that you ruin your second pair of panties today. As if he knows, he runs his hands down your body and opens your jeans, pulling it down together with your underwear.

Arthur's barely been here for a few minutes, but you're lying there naked and dripping wet, your skin flushed, and your breathing elevated. The effect he has on you is not fair. Trying your best to keep your head, you push your hands against his chest, keeping a bit of distance between the two of you.

"How can you even be here?"

"Told my boss, I had an emergency," he says, picking your hands off his chest and dragging them over your head.

"Emergency?" you ask, disbelief in your voice.

Arthur doesn't bother to hold your hands down, knowing that you'll keep them right there. Instead, his eyes roam over your body as he opens his pants. You can't help but stare as Arthur takes his cock out, biting your lip so you won't say anything stupid this time. He's hard in his hand but still runs his fingers up and down his length.

"Yes, an emergency," he says, his voice a deep growl. "I told you not to tease me, girl. Now I have to show you what happens when you do."

A shiver runs down your spine, and for a moment, you're not sure if you want to know what he's got planned for you. This Arthur is different from the one you met before, darker, way more out of control. He pushes your legs apart and takes his place between them, rubbing the tip of his cock along your wet folds.

"Are you ready for your lesson, sweetheart?"

You take a few deep breaths, but the fact that he still asks puts you at ease. "I didn't mean to be bad," you say, trying your best to sound innocent.

Arthur leans over you, his lips brushing against your own. "Oh, but you was. But don't worry. I'll make sure you're a good girl for me."

With the words, he pushes into you, and you can't help that you reach for him, your fingers digging into his shoulders. Arthur doesn't seem to mind. He slides in and out of you at a quick pace, giving you an idea about how this is going to be. You enjoy the rub and roll your hips in time with him, but then his fingers dig into your flesh. He keeps your hips from moving, and pulls back, almost sliding out of you. Then he pushes back in with a hard thrust.

You let out a little scream, and Arthur pulls back out, watching you carefully. You try to ready yourself for the next push, but he leans in to kiss you, and only when you get lost in the heat of his mouth on yours does he thrust into you again. Arthur keeps going like this, teasing you over and over again until your nails dig deep into his skin.

Grabbing your hair, Arthur tilts your head to the side so he can bite along your neck, his tongue teasing your ear. "I think you're ready for a more intense lesson," he whispers, and before you have a chance to ask what that means, he shows you.

Holding you in place with his body, he fucks into you at a relentless pace, each thrust going so deep that you feel like he's splitting you open. His balls slap hard against your ass, making naughty sounds as your slick skin meets his again and again. Arthur bites down on your neck and sucks, licking circles over your skin. You're sure he's leaving a mark while all you can do is hold still and take it.

Arthur sits back a little then, pulling your legs up even further. With the new angle, it seems like he's rutting even deeper into you, his hands wandering over your body. It feels like he's touching you everywhere at the same time. Your stomach, your sides, your throat, your breasts, your nipples. All your nerves are on high alert, and your core is humming as if filled with electricity.

All the while, Arthur is watching you, slowing down to only roll his hips, drawing circles inside of you. With how sensitive you are, this is almost worse than the rough thrusts. You find yourself moaning even more, pushing yourself against Arthur.

"You know, I thought about this every day," he says. "I could just come by and surprise you, have you sit on my face or get you to ride me again. Maybe I could get you to be a good girl for me, have you do whatever I want."

You moan at the words, knowing full well that you would have done just that if he dared to come by.

"But I tried to be good," Arthur says, his voice strained. "Didn't want to seem like I'm just after the sex. But there you are, being such a bad girl, sending all those pictures."

You gasp at a particularly deep thrust, running your hands over Arthur's chest as if to soothe him. "I'm so sorry."

"I know you are, sweetheart," Arthur says, kissing you again. It's a lot softer than before. "Just like I know that you'll be a good girl for me now."

"How?" you ask, eager to do what he says.

He kisses you again, pleased with how compliant you are. "I'll watch when you come with my cock deep inside of you. You gonna be loud for me, letting everybody in this goddamn building know what I'm doing to you right now. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," you moan, barely able to hold it in anyway, "oh God, yes."

Finally, he picks up the pace again, making you feel like you're being dragged up on a roller coaster, slowly but surely reaching the tipping point. Your slick soaks Arthur's cock, leaking out of you with every drag, and more and more heat pools between your legs.

Holding on to you, Arthur lets go off any reservations he might have had before. The way he fucks into you now makes you dizzy, and in between eager breaths, moans and cries tumble from your lips. The constant rub of Arthur's cock brings you closer and closer to the edge, and then he leans in, grabbing your hair.

"That's it, sweetheart," Arthur says. "You're such a good girl for me."

The contrast between his harsh movements and the sweet words push you over the edge. Arthur's warm voice fills you up just as much as his cock. You can't help but drag your nails over his back, leaving red streaks all over his skin.

Your whole body tenses as your muscles squeeze his cock, your mouth falling open. You moan and cry as he keeps pushing into you, and only when your body goes slack, does he draw back. You have a few seconds to catch your breath before Arthur gets up. He's still holding your hair and pulls at it to get you into motion. He gets you on your knees in front of the bed, stroking his cock right in front of your face.

Drawing your head back by the hair, Arthur looks down at you, and you eagerly open your mouth. He pushes his cock between your lips with a grown, and you suck him in. It only takes a few more pushes until Arthur comes deep down your throat. You swallow everything he gives you, obediently licking him clean afterward.

Arthur sits down on the bed with a deep sigh before pulling you into his lap. You sling your legs around him, and he carefully takes your face in his hands. "You alright?"

"Fine," you say, smiling at him.

"Are you sure?" he asks, searching your eyes and looking guilty as hell. "I didn't mean to go that hard without even asking first."

You plant a kiss on his lips, putting your arms around his neck. "It's all good, Arthur. I might not be able to walk for a few days, but I enjoyed myself very much."

He lets out a little chuckle, the worry falling off of him, and you melt into him, enjoying the warmth. Arthur runs his hands over your body, but it's just a sweet caress now. You bury your face in his neck and breath him in, a bittersweet feeling welling up in you.

"Arthur?"

"Hm?"

"I don't think I can wait another week until our next date."

Arthur runs his hands up your back, playing with your hair. "I got some vacation days left. Maybe I should take a little bit of time off."

"Really?" you ask, drawing back to look at him. "You would do that?"

"Might be safer," Arthur says with a smile. "Not sure what I'd do if you keep sending pictures like that while I'm at work."

"Yeah," you say, kissing him again. "I guess it's better to give me a few more lessons before you leave me unsupervised again."

Arthur laughs. "I'm not sure there's a lesson in this world that could actually turn you into a good girl."

You lean in to bite his neck and roll your hips. "Don't give up on me yet."

"Never," Arthur says, his arms closing around you.

You can't be sure, but at that moment, you like to think that you'll still send him dirty pictures even years from now.

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 smut #rdr2 fanfic #nsft #my writing #this idea came out of nowhere and wouldn't let go of me #so have some rare femreader stuff

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ladyboltontoyou · 5 years

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Arthur Morgan x Reader: You’ve Got A Thing For Lawmen

Ask: Hey, if you're still taking requests, could I get something with a FemReader x Deputy Arthur 'Callhan'? Seeing that gifset of him with the badge gave me all kinds of ideas...Could it preferably be with a reader whose not with the gang? Or whatever works best for you. You're amazing!

Warning: Cursing, slight smut.

Pairing: Deputy!Arthur Morgan x Reader

A/N: I’m glad I’m not the only one who had a thing for lawman Arthur. Sorry for the abrupt ending, I’ve got a shit ton of other fanfics I’m late on. Hope you like this though! I sure liked writing it!

When the new deputy rode into town it was safe to say you were infatuated. You always had a thing for a man with a badge and gun, and it was all made worse by the fact that he was ddrop-deadgorgeous.

You certainly had his attention as well, it was hard for him not to notice you. Not many women around Rhodes looked that damn attractive. And to top it off you were always smiling, Arthur loved it when a woman smiled. It was almost ethereal.

You didn’t expect anything to come of your little crush but one night the both of you just so happened to be at the same saloon, sitting right next to each other at the bar.

“(Y/N), right?” He said as he sat down next to you, taking his hat off to set on the bar.

You nodded and smiled politely, sipping your drink. “Deputy.”

“Mind if I buy you another?” He asked, waving the bartender over.

“Course not!”

Arthur seemed pleased at that. He bought you another glass and himself a few rounds as well. “You havin a good night?”

You shrugged and finished off your first glass. “Could be better.” You glanced down as he adjusted his gun belt, the imagery suddenly giving you wild ideas. Reminding yourself to cool it you took a deep sip of your new drink. “And you?”

He nodded and looked at you, not being shy about the way he gave you a once-over. “Been alright. Like you said, could be better.” The smirk he gave you was bold, almost daring. You knew exactly what was on his mind. “Put a few people away today though, that’s always exciting.”

“Oh, I bet it is.” There was nothing shy about the way you spoke. The way you drew out your words with a huge grin and a twinkle in your eyes, it was like you were talking dirty without the dirty words.

The two of you talked for a while, mostly about his job and what you did for a living. As the hours passed by with the drinks the conversations turned a bit inappropriate.

“Thank you, sir.” You had said jokingly when he complimented your clothing. Something changed in him when you said that word, his lips pulled up into a grin and he looked at you differently.

“Sir? I like the sound of that.”

His words sent chills down your spine and you locked eyes with him. “Do you? Want me to call you it again?”

He didn’t even glance around to make sure no one was looking. It was as if he didn’t care at all. “I sure do.”

You laughed flirtatiously and leaned towards him, putting your hand on his knee. You looked him in the eyes as you slid your hand against the fabric of his jeans, up to his thigh. “Want to rent a room upstairs, sir?”

Arthur slapped a handful of bills on the bar table and announced he’d be using a room upstairs. Without even waiting for the bartender to acknowledge him he took you by the wrist and led you to the rentable rooms.

“Been a long time, darlin’. Hope you don’t mind if I take my time with you.” He said once you were both alone in the room.

“Better for me. I like it when a man takes his time.” You watched him start to undress himself. “Wait, leave the outfit on. I have a thing for lawmen.”

Arthur looked surprised at your request but he obliged anyways. “As long as you won’t be doing the same.”

You took the hint and undressed yourself. “What do you want me to do now, sir?”

Arthur groaned and stepped towards you, guiding you to the bed. “You just stand here,” He positioned you so you were leaned up against the bed but still standing. “And let me do the work.” He dropped to his knees in front of you and grabbed your leg, placing your foot on his shoulder.

“Oh, fuck.” You whispered when you realized what he had planned.

He pulled your waist forward a bit so he could do what he needed. Once you were both comfortable he started eating you out, slow at first with teasing flicks of his tongue.

“Oh, Arthur.” You breathed as he pushed one of his fingers inside you, slowly dragging it in and out. “Please, please sir, more.”

His tongue flattened out and he used broad strokes, licking you deep and with as much pressure as a tongue could use. “Like this?” He asked as he took a moment to breathe, his finger still slowly fucking you.

“Yes ,sir.” You moaned and took his hat off, placing it on your own head before running your fingers through his hair. “You sure know what you’re doing.”

He hummed in response and went back to licking your clit. His finger changed movements and was now curling inside you. He must have been with a lot of women, or one who knew how to please herself. Because there was no way he knew this without the help of an experienced woman.

You came quick, shaking and shuddering. Arthur was eager to help you achieve orgasm, doing everything he could and the extra mile to get you there. Once you came he helped you lay down on the bed to finish riding out your orgasm.

“That was amazing.” You breathed and tried to calm down. “Now, let me return the favor, sir.”

Arthur grinned and let you unbutton his pants.

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hoeseamatthews · 5 years

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20 for the kiss prompt! Arthur/femreader???

20. Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 542

This morning, it took a fair bit of persuading, but you finally managed to get Arthur to agree to ride into town with you today to take a load off and unwind. Initially, he was going to decline, insisting on going out hunting with Charles instead, but you put on those big, doe eyes that he simply can’t seem to refuse, and he eventually caved in.

So far, you’ve already been to see one of those moving picture shows you’ve heard so much about. You had to repeatedly ask Arthur to see it with you, and while he did initially go along with it to keep you happy, he did seem to enjoy it when you made it inside the theatre. It gave him an excuse to make a move and curl an arm around you when you were both seated, anyway.

“Where you even takin’ me this time? I feel like we’ve been walkin’ for miles.”

Arthur chuckles, and you hum whilst casting him a glance as you continue your stroll through the bustling streets of Saint Denis, your arm looped through his. Within the timeframe of you two exiting the theatre and continuing to make your way through town, he’s asked you the same question about four times, only worded slightly differently in each instance.

“We ain’t far away now, I promise. Pretty sure it’s just through here.”

You lead him through an archway, where a small courtyard waits before you, and to your right, there’s a doorway and a stairwell. Black, cursive font which reads ‘gallery’ sits upon a mustard wall, and there’s no doubt that you’re definitely in the right place.

“…This it? We here now?”

Arthur asks, and with a soft, somewhat relieved smile, he shoots you an expectant look. You smile with a nod, withdrawing from his hold and you start towards the stairwell, climbing a few steps. When you’re adjacent to the font on the wall, you turn in his direction, gesturing towards it before you speak.

“Look, I know you ain’t too fond of Saint Denis, but I heard ‘bout this art gallery here, so I asked some folks for directions one time when I rode in here. I seen some sketches in that journal of yours, and I just…figured it’d be somethin’ you’d like. If not, we can always head back to camp-”

Arthur skips a step or two on the stairwell leading up to the art gallery, closing the distance between you both, and even though he has to stretch up from where he’s standing on the lower step, surprisingly, the kiss connects. You take this as a positive sign, and you reciprocate the kiss, smiling against his lips while you slowly raise a hand to gently cup his cheek.

“…’m takin’ that as you wantin’ to stay?”

You hum when he finally breaks the kiss, beaming from ear to ear, and Arthur grins, giving you a nod of the head before he motions for you to proceed walking up the stairwell, and he follows suit.

“I ain’t goin’ back to camp yet. We ain’t needed, and anyway, I’d much rather be spendin’ time alone with you for once. This is real nice of you to think of, sweetheart. Thank you.”

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w0lfx · 5 years

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An alternate reality ( Arthur x femreader )

WARNING!! MAJOR SPOILERS!! DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THE GAME!

Also: trigger warning, pain, death talk, language, violence.

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The pants nearly got caught your throat as you forced your body forward. With each step the pain ripped through you as if a thousand bullets penetrated your body.

“A-Arthur,” you whispered, it was the only thing you had managed to say, even with several bullet wounds scaling your body. The gang had tried to stop you from going up that mountain, but they couldn’t, not even Hosea.

“Arthur,” you muttered again as you lost your balance and fell against a large rock. The groan of pain you released must have caught whoever’s attention as a voice lifted into the air and bounced off the rocks that surrounded you.

“Well lookie who we have here!” Micah’s voice taunted, causing your stomach to instantly turn. “Looks like one of your little tavern wenches came to save you Morgan!”

“Where’s Arthur?!,” you snarled out, pushing yourself from the rock and taking steps towards Micah. The urge to kill the man was almost overwhelming.

“Now, this is just precious,” Micah leered, “almost like a real life version of Romeo and Juliet!”

You began to scan the area for Arthur when you heard the rustling of loose rocks and looked down.

“Arthur?” His name almost came out as a whimper when you saw him, crawling towards you. The man growled and hissed in pain as he struggled to reach you.

“Y/n,” he croaked out, his fingers stretching out to grab the hem of your pants. His mud painted hand began to grasp around it when Micah’s boot connected with Arthur’s stomach. Arthur groaned, spitting up blood as he was forced onto his back.

“I’M GOING TO KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH!!” You screamed, filled with instant rage. You lifted a hand to swipe at Micah’s face, he easily dodged, letting out a belt of mocking laughter.

“Woo! This is almost too good!” The blonde man proclaimed as he threw his arms out, laughing once more. The sudden burst of pain caused you to drop onto one knee as the world began to spin.

Arthur, you had to get to Arthur. You turned your head and spotted him on the ground. Moving to your hands and feet you began to crawl to him, your blood dripping from your body and falling to the rocks. You felt yourself beginning to lose consciousness as you closed into Arthur.

“Arthur,” you whispered. He slowly turned his head, chest heaving with pain as he rested his blue orbs on you. Sweat dropped from every pore on his face as you finally reached him. He grabbed onto your shirt, his fingers ripping through the fabric as you bent and pressed your lips to his.

“I’m here,” you croaked as you kissed him again. You didn’t care about your wounds, you didn’t care about his sickness. All you cared about was keeping him alive. Bloody hand prints splayed out on his cheeks as you held his face. “I’m not letting you die.”

You were about to press your forehead to Arthur’s when a sharp pain at your scalp tore you away from him.

“I don’t think so,” Micah snarled as he held a fist full of your hair in his hands. You cried out as he yanked again, the cry then turning into an angry growl. You reached up, trying your best to pry his hands away as he lowered his face next to yours.

“Your going to sit here and watch him die and then I’m gonna kill you!” He whispered in your ear, his breath smelling heavily of alcohol as it loomed over your face. You had to get away. You had to help Arthur. Your eyes searched frantically for something, anything. Anything to get you free. When your eyes spotted a gun laying only a few from you, a wave of strength washed over you. You reared back against Micah, his grip releasing your hair as he stumbled back. Forcing yourself forward, it all happened in an instant. Fingers wrapping around the gun as you aimed without thought. You hadn’t even heard the bang when Micah stopped mid lung. A bullet now lodged in his head, blood trickling down his nose as he gurgled, trying speak. His body fell back with a thud as he fell to the ground. Dead.

You let out a heavy breath as your wounds continued to rack your body with pain. But you didn’t care. Arthur. Arthur was all the mattered.

As you finally made your way over to him with the last bit of strength you could find, you pressed your forehead to his.

“You killed him, you killed that son of a bitch,” Arthur spoke, his voice hollow and weak.

“I thought I told you not underestimate me Arthur Morgan.”

You fell down beside him, letting out a hiss of pain. You laid there, waiting for death as Arthur’s warmth began to fade more and more with each passing moment. When you opened your eyes once more you had to wonder if you were imagining things or maybe this was hell. Dutch stood only a few feet away, watching as you pressed close to Arthur. His face held a betrayed expression as he glanced over to Micah’s body. The dark headed man had always been soft on you, even despite knowing how you felt about Arthur. But that didn’t matter now. He had left Arthur to die. You raised your hand, middle finger held proud as you glared at him. The man only stayed seconds more before he turned to leave. Your hand dropped to the ground as the last of your strength left you. Arthur’s smell filled your senses as you began to accept your fate. You had Arthur, and that’s all that mattered.

You had just barely heard John’s raspy voice as everything faded to black.

“ARTHUR?!?! Y/N!?!”

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To be continued

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