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high honor vampire!Arthur trying to hide his nature not only from an F!reader he is growing close with (characterise her for whatever dynamic you like) but also from the rest of the gang. for ease's sake, vampires in this AU don't burn in the sun but ARE oddly sensitive to it

to be indulgent: NSFW or SFW with a lot of sexual tension over the bloodlust? size difference too to emphasize arthur maybe feeling super guilty abt said bloodlust? 👀

Unholy, Unworthy

Pairing: vampire!Arthur Morgan x f!reader

Word count: 3,300

Warnings/tags: vampire au, smut, fluff, light angst, high honor arthur, everything that comes w being a vamp (biting, blood drinking, light bloodplay) established consent w good aftercare, oral (f receiving), unprotected piv, size difference

Notes: decided to get down and dirty w the vamp smut so hopefully it’s not too much, still tried to balance it out with our beloved high honor boah

Arthur Morgan was a bad man — this he knew. Of every sin he ever committed, of every awful thing he’d done; the way he was looking at you now, the way he could smell you, made him feel the filthiest.

He watched the hot crimson trail down your finger and onto your delicate wrist, the faint “ouch” a mere whisper behind the harsh ringing in his ears. He wished you didn’t ask to see his knife and God he wished he didn’t give it to you.

“Arthur?” Your voice sounded far enough away that it was a dream. “Arthur? You there?!” Your arm on his knee woke him from his bloodlust stupor.

Taking a sharp breath he tried not to appear too shaken, but feared it was too obvious.

You laughed gently, “it’s only blood, Arthur. Would think you’d be used to that by now.”

Oh darlin’ if you only knew.

“No it’s uh — it ain’t that,” he swallowed hard. “I just hope yer okay…is all.”

“Of course, it’s just a little cut,” you placed your hand on his. “Everything okay?”

His eyes lingered on your narrow wrist and glanced up to see your concern. Guilt surged at the thought how helpless you would be if he gave into his darkness. You were a fine gunslinger, but that wouldn’t help much in a fight with what Arthur had become.

“Yeah’m fine just…” He waved his arms dismissively, too scared to let any more words fall from his lips, “clean yerself up.”

Pulling his sleeves down and tipping the brim of his hat, he protected himself from the sun the best he could as made his way from the shade of the tree, back to his tent.

Any warm beam on his skin now burned instead of comforted, but as long as he was careful in how he dressed and didn’t linger for too long, it was manageable.

Mostly going for night jobs and robberies made things easier but the gang noticed when he chose to avoid the daytime. Headaches and hangovers were becoming a thin excuse.

The inquiries slowed however when he lost his temper, reminding that he still pulled his weight just fine and brought back more money and supplies than anyone else.

But still, someday something would have to give. Arthur entertained the idea that given everything the gang does and the outcasts and misfits they brought in — perhaps they could accept him this way.

It was you that wouldn’t leave his mind though. You’d become close before the change, feelings that blossomed now burned and Arthur could not separate his affection from his bloodlust.

He had given in to his new appetite on several occasions but tried with everything in him to only go for men who were already dammed. Men who were wanted for acts that would lead to hangings, men who committed those acts but escaped hangings.

He had hoped it would make sense and feel warranted but it never did. It wasn’t a justification — it was a necessity.

But it was nothing compared to Arthur’s guilt around you. Even before the change he felt like a goddamn brute next to you, easily twice your size, rough and jagged compared to your grace and charm.

With the harm he was capable of now? He lost sleep over the shame in how he desired you.

He yearned to gently pull your smaller frame against his substantial one, to make you feel safe; to touch your soft skin and hold you, bring you flowers and make you smile.

Yet the daydreams would darken and he felt himself grow hard with want to tilt your head back and open his mouth against your vulnerable neck. To kiss and bite and make you his. To give you everything you’ve ever wanted but to take for himself.

Soft and severe, a carnivorous killer falling in love with an elegant angel.

As the evening wore on Arthur quietly emerged from his tent to journal under a tree outside of camp. It was one of the few things that kept him from losing himself completely and allowed him peace.

Hearing delicate steps approaching, Arthur turned around to see you sheepishly searching for the right words to say.

“I uh…I wanted to check on ya,” he watched amorously as you played with the wrap around your cut palm. “You didn’t seem well earlier but…if you wanna be alone that’s okay.”

This was going to kill him. He wanted your company terribly but at what cost? Standing there in your dress with concern about him, beautiful and radiant as ever. Something he felt he didn’t deserve nor could ever earn.

“Y’can join me fer a bit. But I should head to bed soon…” It was a lie of course, but the best excuse he could muster.

Sitting beside him he could feel the warmth radiating from you and smell the summer sun on your skin.

Not being able to remember the last time he felt tenderness, Arthur practically jumped as he felt your hand rest lovingly on his forearm.

“It’s a nice night isn’t it?”

The moon’s reflection danced along ripples of the lake, water lapping at the shore the only sound accompanying your nervous breaths. “Sure is,” Arthur replied.

Even in the pale moonlight Arthur could see you looking up at him with a soft smile. Your slender fingers rested on his on his solid bicep with your smaller shoulder huddled against his bulky side. He longed for a time when this would have made him feel like a protector — not a predator.

But your soft lips parted ever so slightly as you leaned closer and Arthur Morgan knew he would be a fool to say no.

Your lips met gingerly at first, exploring something new and exciting. His stubble tickled your face and your tongue teased.

The passion exploded as your bodies instinctively flowed against one another’s, hips rutting with purpose and hands roaming.

You both panted with an aching need, and as you deepened the already heated kiss you gently tugged at Arthurs lower lip with your teeth.

Arthur reciprocated, drawing blood as he did.

The sound of your heartbeat filled his ears, he could hear the blood rushing to your lips and heat and everywhere that reacted to his touch.

And the taste, warm iron sweet with the arousal of your kiss; he hadn’t fed in so long. Coming from you it was better than any whiskey or fine wine he’d ever tasted.

A last ditch effort to control his hunger, Arthur recoiled in a panic.

“Arthur…baby it’s okay, it happens.” Your voice was distant once again, background noise amongst his screaming urges.

“Sweetheart —” His drawl gravelly and tone deadly serious, “you have no idea what kinda monster I am.”

Taken aback you observed him with visible confusion. “I’ve been in the gang long enough Arthur, I know what goes on —”

“No!” Arthur hissed, harsher than he meant to. “Look…yer gonna think I’m crazy but I need ya to understand. Y’know them stories you and the girls were talkin’ about? The vampires in Saint Denis?”

Arthur paused while he watched your brows furrow in anticipation, there was no going back now.

“It’s all real, I ran into one and he…he turned me. I need you to know this so you can stay away from me. For your own protection. Got it?”

You let out an incredulous laugh. “Well can you prove it?”

Arthur wrapped his hand around your slender wrist and placed your palm against his cold chest. He watched with melancholy as you reacted to his much too chilled skin.

Letting go with a grunt, he began unbuttoning his shirt. It was never how he imagined showing his body to you; frustrated, scared and cornered, but if it convinced you…

Arthur silently showed you the many bullet and knife scars in places that should have killed — not healed; the round marks in front of his heart, the white hot slashes deep into his ribs and stomach.

“I was able to survive all of this,” he tilted his head back and bared his fangs, “because of this.”

The look on your face showed that you believed him. An unreal sense of unease and confusion sat plainly in your eyes.

“Darlin’ I mean it. Whenever I’m ’round ya it’s a hunger, a thirst. And I don’t know how long I can control it.”

Arthur defeatedly turned to walk away, to hang his head in shame and wait for the consequences of revealing the truth but instead felt your pleading hand in his.

“What if I don’t want you to control it?”

Arthur’s words caught in in his throat, utterly stunned. He watched your pretty doe eyes looking up at him expectantly.

Running your hands along the scars and slashes, you lovingly touched every part of him he had revealed in angst. His muscles twitched under your touch, the broad plains and curves exciting you on further.

“You didn’t ask for what happened to you and you don’t deserve me any less.” You were nervous but Arthur had never frightened or hurt you, and if he needed to hurt you to keep the beast at bay?

You could think of times when a little pain wouldn’t be so bad.

Biting your lip you flicked your tongue out to dab at the blood, licking languidly as Arthur stared, slack jawed and ready to explode.

Gathering your blood on your fingertip your brought it to Arthur’s lips. “Open up…”

Arthur did as he was told, wrapping his hands around your wrist and sucking at the blood on your finger with the ferocity of a starving man.

He was only driven further to give into his thirst but managed to compose himself after the small taste.

“Christ alive darlin’…”

You placed your warm palm on his cool chest. He hadn’t felt another’s warmth in so long. “I don’t want you any less Arthur.”

Arthur embraced your much smaller frame, kissing intensely. The taste of blood — your blood, sent a blazing electricity through his veins. He wanted to be gentle, so badly. But his hunger and his ache was unbearable.

“You can bite me Arthur.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, soft and timid.

Arthur let out a hungry growl in response, eager but afraid of his compulsion. “You sure?” Ain’t no one ever done this…willingly.”

You pulled down the lace of your dress that had been covering most of your neck, exposing the tendon and vein that breathed under delicate skin.

Arthur gazed hungrily as if he was seeing a woman bare before him for the first time. In a way, he was. You were the first he shared his affliction with and the first who allowed him to indulge. To do something so taboo and dangerous — so intimate.

He was in awe of you.

Eyeing you desperately, he watched as you undressed to nothing but your underwear and placed your back to the tree. Tilting your head to the side, you exposed your neck to him.

Arthur kissed your pulse point, dragging his tongue along the tender flesh before thinking better of it.

Kissing a trail down to just above your collar bone, he stopped at the junction where your neck met your shoulder. “It’ll hurt less here, I’ll try to be gentle…”

“I trust you Arthur,” you mewled.

His fangs pierced the soft skin, slow and firm, not sinking in fully until he heard you moan. His reservations eased when you reacted with pleasure instead of pain.

His grip on you tightened, sucking gently on the wounds he created. Unable to suppress his bliss, he let out a primal groan against your neck, a deep rumble from his chest vibrating against you.

Arthur’s hardness pressed against your thigh, grinding against it roughly as the blood flow painted his tongue.

Shuddering with satisfaction he pulled away to see you looking as drunk as he felt. Messy hair and lust-blown eyes; you smiled at him, dear God you actually smiled.

He felt unholy and unworthy.

Arthur noticed a thick line of blood traveling down the curve of your collarbone and the swell of your breast.

A wicked smirk overcame him as he licked at the same path the blood was moving before reaching his goal. Sucking your nipple into his mouth, he played with the sensitive peak while cleaning the blood — careful not to waste a drop or a chance at pleasing you.

Locking your fingers through Arthur’s hair you pulled his face closer to your chest, crying his name as you did.

Arthur pulled you away from the tree and urged you to lie down in the soft grass beneath it, positioning himself between your legs.

Running his rough hand over the softness of your thigh brought forth goosebumps much to his delight.

Kissing and nipping at your raised skin he gazed up at you. “Would love to bite ya here,” he ran a soothing hand over your inner thigh — so close to your aching heat. “If you’ll allow me…”

“Yes Arthur,” you replied, nearly begging.

Sinking his teeth into your thigh he sucked with more pressure this time, continuing to touch comfortingly with his sizable hand.

You watched as the blood dripped down Arthur’s chin and down your thigh, mingling with the slick gathering.

The pain was nothing compared to the arousal and much to your surprise, the throbbing in your center grew as Arthur fed.

You watched as he rutted against the grass, the sounds coming from him struck somewhere between animalistic and erotic, soft pants and deeps groans. You swore you could have come right then and there.

Arthur licked his lips with a satisfied hum. With his bloodlust becoming satiated he could think clearly again, and the only thing on his mind was making you feel good.

It didn’t matter that he wasn’t the most confident in his abilities but he sure as hell would try, and if you enjoyed it half as much as his darker side — Arthur could die a happy man, if he could die.

“How ’bout a gentler taste,” he ghosted his fingertips along your slit “…somewhere else?”

Your hips jolted forward at his touch with a whine, a clear enough answer. “So wet already…”

Moving to his target slowly and tenderly, his tongue grazed along your swollen bud teasing with light flicks.

But the needy “please,” that fell from you lips as you writhed beneath him made it impossible to keep you waiting.

Arthur buried his face where you needed him most, lapping at your heat the same way he indulged in the blood at your neck and thigh. His tongue savored the sweet warmth, a nectar of a different kind.

“Goddamn girl,” Arthur dragged the flat of his tongue along your slit and up your bundle of nerves. “I could do this all night…”

But it didn’t take long for the twitches of pleasure to start in your abdomen and flutter in your core. Any pain from the bites was long since dulled as your climax washed over you, rubbing against Arthur’s face while he held your thighs down.

Breathless but wanting more, you pulled him up desperately to kiss your slick off his lips while ripping the rest of his clothing off.

“Jesus,” Arthur broke the kiss to plant smaller ones to where his fangs had penetrated your neck. “You really do want me huh?”

Appreciating the comfort he was giving, you held him closer to your neck. “You sound surprised…”

“I am darlin’, never thought you’d want me even before my change.”

“I have wanted you,” you found his hardness and stroked slowly, “ and I still do.”

You pushed him forward by the base of his spine, encouraging him to take over. Getting the hint, he lined up at your soaked entrance.

But Arthur moved slowly, inch by throbbing inch until he was pressed deep inside your pussy. He wanted to fuck you with wild abandon, but he had been starved of love and blood for so long that he didn’t realize how badly he needed the former.

The softness and warmth of your skin as he wrapped his arms around you was intoxicating and he wanted to savor every second. Sensing his sentimentality, you slowed your need and kissed his forehead.

Arthur’s pace was slow and sultry, grinding into you like it was his on purpose on earth. And in that moment it was for him.

There wasn’t a thought in his head other than how good your tight pussy felt as he pumped in and out, feeling your wetness spread more as he did.

“Yes, oh — God please don’t stop,” you whined into his ear.

Arthur could swear that it was the most gorgeous sound he ever heard. As he pushed breaths out of you with each thrust and watched your breasts bounce, he was reassured that he wasn’t just a beast.

Maybe you tamed the part of him that needed it or maybe you liked it untamed. But either way, Arthur wasn’t afraid to envelope you, to use his power for pleasure, not when you twitched and swore beneath him.

“That’s it girl, takin’ me so well ain’tcha?” Arthur’s rhythm quickened as he rose to his knees and spread you further.

The sound of your sex and hips snapping together resonated around you as he massaged your ass, lifting you slightly.

The new position allowed for Arthur’s cock to hit deeper in your core, forcing a gasp out of you as he did.

“Yeah?” Arthur let out a breathy laugh, “that feel good?”

“So good,” you wrapped your legs around the small of his back and thrusted in tandem with him.

Arthur exhaled shakily, the show of exuberance and feeling of your walls clenching around him made his release surge closer.

“Oh darlin’,” Arthur moaned sweetly, “I’m almost there…”

“Give it to me Arthur, fill me up.”

With those words he couldn’t pull out in time if he’d wanted to.

Arthur’s pace stuttered to shallow thrusts as his abdomen flexed, pulsing inside of you with a sharp inhale.

Pressing flush against your mound he rutted his seed as deep into you as he could, panting and groaning raggedly.

Arthur didn’t hold back with his noise, praise or indulgence. He had never let go like this with anyone and it was long, long overdue.

Clarity set in quickly for him however, full of strong and mixed emotions that he was unsure how to process; imagining that it must have been similar for you.

His priority was making sure you were okay.

Pulling you close to him he wrapped an arm around your side and retrieved a clean bandanna with the other. Peppering you with gentle kisses, he thoughtfully tended to the small wounds with water and cloth.

“Got some balms I can put on these for ya,” he proposed timidly. “Was it too much darlin’? You doin’ okay?”

“Never been better big guy,” you smiled wide and up at him, wanting to make sure he had no doubts. “A monster wouldn’t take the time to do this ya know…”

He smirked with a small chuckle, “just don’t wanna hurt ya…”

“I very much enjoyed this, and I would do it again.”

Again.

Arthur wondered how he could be so lucky to hear that word fall from your lips in reference to him.

“Well in that case, let’s getcha back to my tent… stay with me tonight?”

“Don’t you stay up all night now?”

“Usually, you can stay up with me if you want. But I’d be just as happy to hold ya while ya sleep.”

And so he did. Arthur walked you back with his arm around your waist and brought you water to drink.

After making sure you were properly cared for he laid down and pulled you close to him, pressing the side of your head to his chest while stroking your hair.

He felt like he could hold onto the summer sun as long as he could hold onto you.

#i have reread this a possibly unhealthy number of times

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