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Mission Success An Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader smut [part 2]

AN: Please read part one as it will make more sense that way, and I just had to post part 2 right after. I might make a part 3 but that's all for right now.

Once again, requests and message box is open for anyone :D.

warnings: Choking, name calling, Dom, slight cucking, slight primal kink, chance of pregnancy (no i am not explaining that...) (if i missed any I do apologize)

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You woke up the following morning, in the arms of John Marston who was still, sound asleep. The sun was shining into the window, creating a nice warm patch on the bed. You were about to lay your head back down when a knock on the door woke you both up. It was Sadie.

Thank god it was.

"Wake up sleepyheads, we gotta get back to the-" Sadie began before gasping at you. You quickly looked down, to see hickeys and marks from last night, and the pile of clothes in the corner of the room. You let out a shy chuckle and got up.

Picking up your blouse, the buttons were all but torn off, and now, the blouse was all but useless. The skirt was fine, so you swiftly put it on. Sadie sighed. "You can wear mine, I came with at least a larger coat." She said taking off her blouse and handing it over. You uttered a shy thanks and quickly got dressed.

It turned out that Javier and Lenny have gotten similarly lucky and were in different rooms upstairs. This was a night that while in celebration, was better off not spoken about. You swiftly joined the gang outside and mounted off to go back to camp.

"Took your damn time" Dutch said, his hands on his hips as we returned, holding our loot high in the air. "Glad to see yall got more than just what we expected." He said, grinning at the extra bags.

All was fine and dandy in the camp, as you placed your hall in the storage tent and left to the tent you shared with Arthur. He was out it seemed so you just sat on your cot and took a deep breath. John could be heard next door, sitting and talking with Jack for a change.

You were definitely not going to be the first to talk about what happened. But as it turned out, you didn't need to worry, as John soon appeared at the entrance. "Hey, (y/n)"

"Hey John." You replied, blushing slightly and chuckling, as you rubbed your sore collarbone where the majority of the marks were. You hoped the blouse you borrowed from Sadie hid them well-enough.

"Last night... uhm." He began, looking around for signs of Abigail. "I know." You said, understanding to keep it under wraps for Jack and Abigail's sake. "It was fun." You added, smiling as John nodded in agreement.

"What was fun?" Came the familiar, gruff voice of Arthur. Apparently he had returned from wherever he had gone to. "We just celebrated a mission well done yesterday at the Saloon." you said, looking up at Arthur as he came in.

"Just you and John?" He said, cocking an eyebrow at the both of you. You shook your head. "Sadie, Javier and Lenny were with us too." You replied. John bid his leave, and left you and Arthur to recount last night's mission.

"Did something happen? You look different." He said, gesturing to your blouse. You looked down only for a second. "Yeah, uh it got torn and Sadie lent me hers."

For a brief moment, there was a look of concern on Arthur's face as he walked over to your cot. "You're not hurt are you..." He asked as he began unbuttoning the top of the blouse, most likely to look for any wounds.

The look of concern all but left his face at the sight of the hickeys and marks lining your collarbone. His face turned to that of complete stone as he got up and left the tent in a huff. You looked down at your hands and quickly buttoned back up and went in search of Arthur. You found him by the campfire, already downing a beer and bending down to get another.

"Arthur-"

"Not another word." He said before throwing down the second one and getting on his horse. You slumped against the log by the fire and sighed. Receiving pitying glances from all that were there. Sadie came by later and told you that she had given your blouse to Ms. Grimshaw to mend. You thanked her and returned to your tent to lie down.

The truth was you had feelings for Arthur, and last night, although fun, was drunk fun, and ... not with who you wanted it to be with. In fact, you'd be lying if you didn't say a piece of you knew this would wire Arthur up. Make him jealous.

You never anticipated this. Maybe you should have. Later that night, you took off the blouse and put it at the base of your cot, so you'd return it to Sadie the following morning. You returned to laying down, the warm evening lulling you back to sleep. Just as Arthur was returning.

Arthur returned to your shared tent, expecting you to be fast asleep, but not expecting you to be nude from the top up. He took the blouse from the bottom of the bed and put it on top of you. "Hey." He said quietly.

You slowly opened your eyes to see Arthur standing over you. "Ar-" You began, before Arthur put up a finger. "Not another word, put that on." He said.

"I-" you began, but did as you were told. As soon as the last button was done, he grabbed you by the hand and dragged you to the horses. You didn't know what he was doing, and could barely keep up with his long strides.

He put you up on his horse, before getting up in front of you. Without hesitation he spurred his horse onwards, out of the camp. The sudden burst of speed and you not being fully awake yet, made you clamp your arms around his chest and midsection. You noticed his taught muscles underneath.

The sound of hooves in the night didn't wake everyone luckily but it woke up John who never was a heavy sleeper. He noticed Arthur's vacant tent and quietly began to follow you two. He didn't know what he expected to happen but an angry Arthur was never a good sign.

You arrived in Valentine not long after, and the horse skid to a halt in front of the saloon. "Back so soon?" The bartender said, looking at you, but from the look that Arthur gave in return, the bartender zipped his mouth shut, pouring a whiskey swiftly as Arthur took it and gulped it down.

The bartender was pulling out a beer, and you were about to accept the offered drink when Arthur took the beer and chucked it against the wall. "No, not you. I want you to remember this night." He said under his breath.

Your heart raced in your chest, and a little sigh of relief that he wasn't going to kill you. After two or three drinks, Arthur slammed the glass down and picked you up over his broad shoulders and carried you up the stairs.

"Which one." He asked. You gripped his back for stability. "Which what?" Arthur's grip on you tightened around your thigh, for sure leaving a mark. "Which room did you let John defile you in?" He said under his breath.

Without another thought, you gestured to the one closest to the wall and Arthur. He opened the door, revealing it was already taken. "Ev'rybody out. This room is taken." He said, pulling out his gun. The man and woman who were in bed, all but ran out without their belongings and down the stairs.

Arthur dropped you on the bed, before turning to close and lock the door. "This room." He said, his back to you. "This is the room where John defiled you."

You propped yourself up on your elbows trying to find the words to defend him, but to not make Arthur even more mad. "He didn't rape me... we were both... drunk but-"

"I don't care what you call it. I have to tell myself..." He said before stopping, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I thought the noises of us making love would have already gotten the point across." He said. That surprised you.

"Point? What point?" You asked. Arthur stopped in his tracks and turned to look at you. "You mean, even you don't get it?" He asked, walking slowly towards you. As he got closer, you began to slowly inch your way back up the bed. Your fear slowly turning into arousal.

He then grabbed your legs, holding you still as he began to climb onto the bed. "You mean, all the times I have refused Karen, prostitutes we've met on our travels. You still don't see that you're-"

This brought tears to your face. You've never known Karen ever tried to...with Arthur but that made you jealous... upset. Was this what he was feeling? "Don't you dare say I'm special." You said thoughtlessly. "You never look at me unless you want something. You don't... talk to me outside of ... business talk, you don't"

You were interrupted by Arthur's lips on yours. His stubble much more pronounced than John's. Though you were frustrated and confused, you couldn't help but kiss back. "That's one thing John's good at. Talking." He said after a while. "waggling that tongue of his to get...whatever he wants."

You were too stunned to speak as Arthur kissed you once more. "I'm more of a man of action." He said, before straddling your hips and ripping the blouse off, without even attempting the buttons. He growled under his breath as he saw the marks that John had left. He lowered himself back down, his chest now on your bare chest. "T-that was Sadie's." You mumbled out, before Arthur put his finger on your lips. "I'm pretty sure she has more where that came from."

"Fine, I'm going to return the favor." You said finally, reaching up and ripping open Arthur's shirt, only managing to get it halfway open. Arthur chuckled, throwing the rest of it off.

Meanwhile, John was just arriving at the Saloon, seeing the disgruntled couple and the bartender. "Where are they?" He asked. The couple, not saying a word, pointed up the stairs. John nodded and slowly climbed up the stairs.

Arthur lightly trailed kisses down your neck, leaving marks on clear skin, making sure to make them darker than John's. You bit your lip and gripped the sheets as you felt the rollercoaster between Pain and pleasure.

When Arthur got to your breasts, he almost inhaled your left nipple, palming the other as he devoured your breast almost as feverously as a newborn bab. You moved a hand from the sheets to his overgrowing hair, grabbing it tightly in your hand.

"Arthur!"

John stopped just outside the door as he was about to pound on it. That sounded like you, but not in pain... He should have known. But how could he, with the look of pure anger he saw in Arthur's eye... but he couldn't make his legs move from where they were.

You could hear and feel the vibration of Arthur's deep growl against your skin. "That's it, say my name." He whispered against your skin, as he sank himself even lower, pressing bites and kisses along your stomach. You could feel him smile every time you flinched when he bit you. You knew he would never hurt you in a way you didn't like.

He swiftly removed your skirt and undergarments, but didn't move. His hands were now on your legs and he sat up a little. "I'll show you how I waggle my tongue." He said, as he pushed your legs apart, and pushed his lips into your wet center.

"Father almighty." you moaned as your toes curled and your hands gripped the sheets till your knuckles were white. No one has ever done this for you. to you.... for you. Soon, Arthur's tongue hit a magical spot inside, and you shoved your hand into his hair and wrapped your legs around his back. You could feel him chuckle against you, sending vibrations up inside of you.

"I'm so close." you whimpered out, and to your astonishment and dismay... he stopped. "You bastard." You cursed, as you huffed deep breaths, you slowly coming down from the high. He slowly climbed up until he was face to face with you, smirking. "You don't mean that, do you?" He asked as he kissed you. Your taste in his mouth, as his tongue flicked against yours, drove you wild.

He pressed his bulge against you and you could feel almost every inch of his length standing at attention. You ran your hands down his hairy chest and undid his belt. He took the belt and threw it away as he undid his pants and all but kicked them away.

You ran your hand up against his cock and saw Arthur's eyes shut. For a second, he relished in the feeling of your hand along his cock, before he took your hands and pinned them above you. With his free hand, he guided his cock to your already dripping entrance and slowly filled you to the brim. You wrapped your legs around him, and he bit his lip.

"If you do that, I might not be able to-" He said, looking down at you. "Then don't." You said, and that was all that it took. He moved his hands to be on either side of your head and slammed that spot inside of you till you were whimpering his name, your arms bringing him down to lay pretty much on top of you. Your face buried in his chest as he continued to fuck you senseless.

His groans were getting more and more animalistic, as his thrusts became more irregular. His rhythm was failing and you know he was close, and so were you. "Fuck, Arthur." You moaned, as you dug your nails into his back.

"If you want me to."

"No, not this time. I want it inside." You moaned, and with one last thrust, he complied, filling you up with his cum, as you came as well, crying out his name, your legs gripping his hips like your life depended on it.

"I hope... you get the point now." huffed Arthur.

"What point... is that?"

Arthur rolled his eyes. "You're mine now. And don't you forget it."

John wordlessly tiptoed downstairs and ordered whiskey and did his best to no avail at pushing what he had just heard to the back of his mind.

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gamer-drabbles · 2 years

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Mission Success An Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader smut {Part 1}

AN: This is my first post and Yes it is a smut haha, this may very well be a recurring occasion on my blog and my requests are always open.

ps: Starts out with A little John Marston x fem!reader drunk makeout sesh

Another reminder, this is purely smut so please only continue reading if you are 18+ or mature enough, as I cannot make you do anything.

Warnings: Drunk cheating, implied sex.

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You were out celebrating a mission well done. John, you, Sadie, Lenny, and Javier were in Valentine saloon drinking up a storm. Peanuts were flying, backs were slapped and alcohol was everywhere.

Javier was trying to pull a drunk but still his shy self, Lenny to talk to a girl he had been staring at all night. Javier already having his eyes on two, while Sadie followed just to watch. This left you and John holding onto the bar and each other.

"What is it with you and Arthur? Are y'all lovebirds, or just having fun to fill the time? Or what is it, I can ne'er tell." John said. Despite everything Arthur criticized John for, John was a literate drunk... alcohol just loosened his tongue to say what was really on his mind.

His question took you aback. You hadn't ever really... asked him, or really thought to, until now. It was true, you and Arthur had intimate times after sundown, but you both never talked much about it afterwards. He always seemed too busy for the romantic stuff and so you never pushed it. You shrugged in response. "I don't know, what's it to you?"

"I don't know, nothing I guess. You just seem... lonely. Like you're wanting more?" He said. You leaned back, nearly toppling over if it wasn't for your death grip on the railing of the bar. "More? Like what?"

John took another sip of his whiskey, and looked at you. "Like a relationship, maybe I'm reading too much into it. Forget I asked..." He said, looking away at a bottle on a shelf. "Like what you and Abigail have? No thank you, yall seem unhappy, if you don't mind me saying." you said, drinking the last remains of your beer. (You weren't a heavy drinker but you did love to go out with the boys every now and then)

John sighed. "If it wasn't for Jack, I think it would be different... he's just so young that he... can't contribute and we're always busy, you know. So I always have to leave Abigail with Jack."

"You...didn't want a child?" You asked quietly, which gained another deep rooted sigh from John. "Not... yet, cause now, we're always on the run, and nothing is sure. And being so busy, there's no time for me to really...care about a family life right now." He said, tapping the bar, signaling for another round.

The bartender routinely poured another few fingers of whiskey into a glass and brought out another beer bottle for you, opening it before sitting down in the far corner, carefully watching the crowd. "I think now would be a great time for a child Jack's age. Old enough to see the world, and remember it. And savoring the time you do get when you are in camp would make those times...more memorable. If you weren't arguing with Abigail half the time."

John took a gulp of whiskey, turning to look at you. His gaze was...almost shy of bewilderment. "That's what I like about you. You take a sour situation and make it seem like it's the best thing that could happen. That's why I don't know why you're around Arthur all the time. Sour man who only seems to care about work and money. He doesn't appreciate you." he said, holding your free hand in his, gently rubbing the back of it with his thumb. "Like I do."

The last words echoed in your head. You've never heard anything slight of romantic from Arthur, unless it was in the heat of an intimate moment in his tent. John has always seemed to be more empathetic of the pair. You stared at your hand in his, and held his back.

That was it. You looked at the bartender, and motioned that you were heading upstairs. He nodded and you began to lead John away from the bar. He swayed a little but didn't protest as he followed you up the stairs.

At the top, it was his turn to take the lead as he swept you up in his arms, his arms just under your ass, wasting no time to press his lips against yours. You wrapped your arms around his neck, feeling his muscles tense slightly as he walked blindly until he pushed into a vacant room.

With a half assed kick behind him, slamming the door closed, he beelined for the bed, gently flopping you onto your back. "I must admit, I've imagined this." He said, while taking off his holsters and coat. "Oh really, never thought it would..." you said before getting interrupted.

"While I'd overhear you and Arthur during the night, the dirty way he'd talk to you, your squeals... sound of skin on skin. I thought about you." He said, his face becoming redder as he admitted all this to you. Your face was flushed, whether it was because of the alcohol or the fact that he had been listening to you and Arthur, you couldn't tell.

John was a sight for sore eyes, as he now stood with only his undergarments on, and they were gone in a flash. His manhood already semi-hard. You looked up into his eyes as he began slowly walking towards you, running his hands up your skirt and feeling the fabric. It wasn't your best, more so the outfit you wore when going out for a mission. It wasn't anything special and John knew that.

When his hands got to your waist, he grabbed hold of the skirt and pulled down, swiftly discarding it onto the floor. Then, he climbed up, his knees on either side of you, his hands traveling up once more to your blouse.

John began fumbling with the buttons before he got fed up and just yanked it open and pulled it out from underneath you. You have never seen John like this, but then again, never really spent any time with him outside of missions.

Soon, John was right above you, face to face. His lips inches away from yours. You stared into his eyes before wrapping your arms around his neck once more and continuing where you both had left off before.

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