#arthurmorgan

[elfven-blog]

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.

[antreaslovota]

The hands on this man make me feel something.

[mykneeshurt]

Daddy

Arthur Morgan x F!reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut

Not overly proof read because I cba x

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Sitting in your chair by the fire you concentrated on your needle work. Your father was away for the night on business, he reared and sold thoroughbred horses. In turn you looked after the house, helped to clean the stables and helped to break in the horses when they were old enough.

While you loved the horses you hated your father. He was mean, abusive and cruel. Your mother died when you were young and you were an only child, it felt like a punishment for something you’d done in your past life.

As you focused on a particular stitch there was a knock at the door. Not expecting anyone you pulled out the shotgun from a chest, it felt heavy, the cold trigger kissed the warm skin of your fingers.

Opening the door you kept it hidden at your side, peeking through the crack you saw a tall broad man. A cigarette hung from his lips as he rested his hands on his belt. ‘Can I help you?’ You asked meekly, trying to portray the helpless damsel.

‘You got the money?’ He asked, inhaling the cigarette, the orange glow only slightly illuminating his face.

‘Money? You’ll have to speak to my daddy. Ain’t no money here sir.’ Flashing your doe like eyes up at the man praying he’d leave you alone. ‘Your daddy?’ He asked, a sinister smirk spreading across his lips. ‘Yeah. He don’t take too kindly to strangers knocking on the door this time of night.’ Your voice more stern and forceful than before. ‘So I suggest you leave.’

He moved closer to the door leaning on the frame as he rested his hand on him gun holster. ‘Your daddy ain’t here. Now. You got the money?’ He growled.

Shit.

The German man you’d borrowed money off in town, you thought you’d have more time. You only needed it to top up money you’d been saving to leave your fathers home. Chewing on your jaw you tried to push the door shut, but he was quicker than you.

Bursting through the door his body slammed into yours causing you to drop the gun. It fell to the floor with an almighty clatter, noticing the gun he stifled a chuckle. He pushed you up against the wall, boxing you in between his huge arms. ‘What’s a pretty lil thing like you doing with a gun like that?’

‘Protection.’ You snapped, he was stood so close to you, he smelt of sage and gunpowder. ‘Protection from what?’ He asked as he took a step closer to your body, so close you were almost touching. The breath in your chest seized, your thighs clenched as you got lost in his musk.

‘From people like you’ you sneered, desperately trying to prove you weren’t intimidated by him. Smirking from under the brim of his hat he grasped your chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting your gaze to his. ‘Now that ain’t very nice sweetheart’ he drawled ‘I’m thinkin’ you don’t have the money do you?’

You squirmed under his grip, he was beautiful and you berated yourself for thinking so. Eyes as blue as the ocean with flecks of green, sandy blonde hair with stubble to match. A sharp jaw line, broad stature with a small waist and he was tall. So tall.

With his grasp still firm on your chin you finally managed to find an answer, ‘no.’

‘I didn’t think so. Mr Strauss wants his money.’ He lowered his head to your neck, his breath fanning ever to gently over it ‘how do you propose we fix this hm?’ You practically felt your pupils blow wide, your cunt clenched in your bloomers as you swallowed hard. Fucking an outlaw would certainly be payback for how your father treated you. Even more so if you fucked him in his bed.

Resting your hand on his wrist you whispered ‘follow me.’

Leading the outlaw up the creaky wooden stairs he held your hand, it was gentle. You entered your fathers room and instantly he clocked it, ‘this ain’t your room is it?’ Throwing him a devilish grin you shook your head as you pulled him into you by his belt buckle. His body collided with yours, you bit your lip as you looked up at him. Placing your arms around his neck you pulled him into a kiss. His lips were so soft, he snaked his hand to the back of your head, twisting his hand in your hair.

Moaning into his mouth you swiped your tongue along his lip, begging for entry. Allowing you this he deepened the kiss as he walked you backwards towards the bed. Once the backs of your knees hit the bed he guided you to sit down, as you did he helped you onto your back, never once breaking the kiss. Slowly he crawled on top of you as he slid his knee between your thighs, pulling a moan from the back of your throat.

His knee grazed your clit as he settled between them, sighing into you. As you pulled back you nipped his lip smiling as you did so. ‘Well darlin, I wasn’t expecting this when I knocked on your door this evenin’ he said with a crooked smirk. ‘Mmm, I’m full of surprises’ you purred while kissing his neck.

Pulling him back in, your lips met, the kiss was deeper and sloppier this time. Wet. Tongues tangled around each other, lips moved in tandem, breath intertwined as you swallowed each others moans. Slowly he trailed his hand down your torso, grabbing your breast he massaged it gently. You sighed softly into him causing him to break the kiss. ‘You want this?’ He asked, concern suddenly evident in his eyes.

Eyebrows raised you smiled ‘oh so now you’re a gentleman. Didn’t ask permission to burst into my house did you?’ Dropping his head he let out a hearty laugh before moving a stray piece of hair from your face. ‘Oh darlin. I always ask permission before makin a lady scream my name.’ Your jaw dropped as a delighted giggle burst from you.

Pushing your hip up you forced him onto his back so you were straddling his hips. Tilting your chin you looked down at him whilst drumming your fingers on his broad chest. ‘Oh you’re gonna make me scream your name huh?’ He nodded. ‘Well Mr outlaw, you’re gonna have to tell me it first.’ Gripping your hips he began to move you, forcing you to grind your hips on his hard cock. ‘Arthur.’

‘You best take these close off then Arthur’ you grinned. He sat up and slowly removed each layer of your clothing delicately, his hands were soft despite the calluses which littered them. His fingertips kissed each part of your skin as he mapped it beneath him. His arms were defined, strong and muscular.

You made fast work of his buttons, peeling his shirt off him as you made your way down to his trousers. Soon enough you were both naked, led next to one another, gazing into each others eyes. ‘Beautiful’ he sighed. Feeling a sudden heat in your cheeks you buried your head into his neck, but he pushed you back ‘naw, I wanna see that smile.’

‘Mmm Arthur, you gonna keep kissin my ass or you gonna fuck me?’ Your confidence caught him off guard, trailing his fingers down your back he pulled your leg over his hip. He then trailed it along your slit ‘oh darlin, you’re so wet. That all for me?’ You hummed at his touch, it had been so long since a man had touched you. ‘Don’t tease me Arthur … please.’

With that he plunged a finger into you, stretching your pussy open with a smooth motion. Biting your lip you nodded as you gripped into his shoulder, digging your nails in. As he moved and worked you open he slid in another, coughing you to his between clenched teeth. ‘You ok sweetheart?’

You nodded furiously ‘yes … yes … shhh don’t stop.’

He moved his fingers inside you, rubbing your spot exactly the way you needed. Your face contorted with each movement, with each thrust of his fingers. You whined and moaned into him, your chest heaved with each breath. Then suddenly he removed them, causing you to groan in anger. ‘Fuck!’ You yelled, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

Instead he started kissing your neck, nipping your collarbone, before moving down to your abdomen. He spread your thighs and kissed the nest of hair that decorated your pussy. His breath tickled. His tongue however felt heavenly, with small languid licks he worked his way over your clit. His blue eyes peeked up at you as he worked his jaw, you felt him smile against you. No one had ever done this to you before.

You rolled your hips, gripping the bed sheets with one hand, the other buried in his sandy blonde hair. He held you down with one arm, inhaling your scent, devouring your moans as you writhed beneath him. You were getting close. So very close.

And he knew it.

‘That’s it pretty girl, lemme hear you. Sound so good’ he drawled, his voice thick and husky. ‘Feels so good’ you whined. With one final lick he moved himself back on top of you, lowering his lips to yours. You could taste yourself as he kissed you. Just as he slipped his tongue into your mouth he pushed his cock into you. Both gasping as he did. You felt so full. So so full.

The stretch was agonisingly beautiful, he slowly worked his cock into you. Grazing that sweet spot. He started slow at first, allowing you to get used to him. When you relaxed into him he upped his pace, whispering sweet praises in your ear. His pubic bone hit your clit with every thrust, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Lifting your legs he placed them on his shoulders, kissing and caressing your calf muscles, your ankles. This new position allowed him to go deeper, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, a dull but not painful feeling. Sweat began to gather on your bodies, gasps and moans mingling in the dull light of the fire. ‘Play with it darlin’ he gasped at he looked towards your glistening pussy.

Dropping a hand you rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves. Arthur’s eyes widened, he chewed his jaw as he watched. You felt yourself begin to tighten. So did he. ‘That’s it, just like that sweetheart, lemme feel yah.’ Screwing your eyes shut, back arched, toes pointed you came, pleasure rushed through your soul as you rode your high. ‘Oh fuck Arthur!’

‘Where you want it?’ He asked breathlessly, strands of sweat soaked hair framing his face. ‘Fuck, anywhere, I don’t care’ you panted. With that he pulled out, letting his cum decorate your soft skin, it felt warm as it hit your breasts, abdomen, chest. Using a finger you gathered some before licking it off, a wicked grin on your lips.

‘Oh darlin.’ He smirked ‘I ain’t ever lettin you go.’

[koboivanderlinde]

Arthur Morgan with a s/o who found a wild animal and wants to keep it

Hey! So sorry for the inactivity, I have a lot of things going on rn in my life and don't have much time to write, but anyways this was a request from @freakygirlforeve7-blog-blog ! I just loved the idea, it is so cute and this is just fun fluff material. I hope you like it, I feel like Arthur is kinda out of character but I tried making something fun to read and not too short since it's been a while since I got that request, really hope it's still good!

Pairing : Arthur Morgan x reader

Warnings : None

Tags : Fluff, Arthur being cautious, reader being the opposite, Hosea being your partner in crime

   The gang was in Horseshoe Overlook for a week now. The supplies were low, and food was becoming a real problem, so you and Arthur decided to go on a hunting trip for a few days. Some supplies were forgotten in Colter, so you would go get them back and hunt in the mountains. This was a bit risky, but it was important.

    The trip was alright. You and Arthur took a wagon with provisions for a few days. When you arrived, you chose to settle in a small cabin while Arthur was already gone hunting. You were putting food in the cabinet when you heard a faint noise outside. It startled you, but it sounded almost like a whimper. You opened the door and found a hurt mountain lion cub, with multiple wounds on its leg. You let out a small gasp and your first thought was to take care of the poor thing. Taking it in your arms, you carried the cub in the cabin and put it on the bed, bandaging him as well as you could. You had some meat, and decided to give him a small amount. He’s so adorable, you thought. You had the need to protect him, to take care of him. But would Arthur agree? You didn’t think so. He was very wary of wild animals, even more since John had been almost killed by wolves. But that cub was so small, unable to do any harm.. You sighed and got back to work. The little lion would not stop meowing, so you put him on your shoulder and continued to store provisions.

   A few hours later, you heard the door open. 

“Hey, I’m back. Hunting was good, I got-”

   You had your back turned to him, and couldn’t see why he stopped talking all of a sudden. You slowly turned to him with a raised eyebrow.

“What’s wrong? Did you see anything worrying?” You asked.

“What is that thing on your shoulder?" His eyes widened, as he pointed to the lion.

“Oh, him? He’s a little cub I found in front of the cabin. He was hurt, so I took him in and took care of him. Isn’t he cute?”

“Are you kidding? What if his mother is looking for him? We have to get rid of him.”

“Can’t we keep him? He’s harmless, look. I don’t think he would be here if his mother was still alive, and I can’t just leave him to die.”

Arthur sighed as he watched you gently pet the cub. It’s true, that thing was cute, but he was worried.

“Listen…just don’t let him eat all of our food and we’ll see when we’ll go back to camp.”

You thanked him enthusiastically and hugged him. 

For the two next days, you hunted with Arthur, leaving Zeus (you both decided to name him) at the cabin to let him rest. When you came back in the evening, you didn’t find Zeus anywhere. You were getting worried, and, frankly, sad.

“Where is he?” You kept saying, over and over again.

“Maybe he went back to his mother. It’s okay.” Arthur pulled you in a hug, arms wrapped tightly around you in an attempt to comfort you. Suddenly, you both heard a loud sound and saw Arthur’s eyes widen in surprise.

“What’s wrong, Arthur?”

He quickly pulled away, trying to reach at his back and turning it to you in the process.

“There’s something clawing at my coat! Can you see it?”

Of course you did see it. Zeus was there, hanging from the back of Arthur’s coat, hooked with his tiny claws. 

“It’s him!” 

You carefully took Zeus in your arms and hugged him. You started patting his head as Arthur looked, slightly annoyed about his damaged coat.

“How the hell did he get here?” Arthur groaned.

To answer his question, you looked around. It really seemed like he jumped out of nowhere. And as you looked around, you saw it.

“Look, the cabinet’s door is open.”

“Did he really hide there?” You both laughed. 

“Well, at least you’re not sad anymore”, said Arthur. “By the way, I think we’re done hunting. Maybe we could go back to camp tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that’s alright with me”, you replied. There was a small silence, and you looked at Arthur with big eyes, obviously trying to ask for something without actually having to speak.

“What is it?” He asked, confusion in his eyes. Suddenly, he got it. “Yeah…I guess we can keep him for now. Don’t know if he’ll be allowed in camp though.”

You kissed Arthur on the cheek to thank him. Your eyes were glistening with joy, looking at Zeus like a baby. Feeling tired, you decided to go to sleep now, taking care of packing things in the morning. Arthur and you went to bed and Zeus slept next to the both of you, comfortably laid on the floor.

The next morning, Arthur helped you pack all of your things. You left the mountains at about noon, Zeus was on your lap as you were next to Arthur driving the wagon. Zeus was incredibly docile, doing nothing but sleeping, stretching and occasionally asking for a treat. His wounds had healed and he was full of energy, which relieved you. The ride was quiet, went quite fast and was pretty nice. You got to camp at night, while everyone was already gone to sleep. 

“Okay, this is convenient”, Arthur said. “Let’s just sneak him in our tent. He won’t be too much of a trouble-maker, I think.”

You carried Zeus in your tent, followed by Arthur, and you both collapsed on the cot, exhausted. Arthur kissed your forehead and cuddled you to sleep.

“Y’know, I’m pretty happy you found him. He’s cute.”

“See? I knew you would grow fond of him!”

“I’m still careful, in case he tries to steal you away,” he joked. 

Arthur and you both woke up late. You were still tired from the exhausting hunting but sleeping helped you a little. You turned over and let your arm hang over the side of your cot, your hand looking for Zeus. But you didn’t feel any fur. You got up, and didn’t see him in the tent. Where was he?

“Arthur, I don’t see Zeus anywhere.”

“Eh, he might be hiding again. I think that’s his forte.”

Still worried, you headed outside. Everyone was doing their usual activities, and you quickly waved hello to Javier sharpening his knife around the fire. Suddenly, you heard Hosea’s voice behind you. 

“Ah, you finally woke up. Come here for a second.” He was behind your tent, only his head visible. 

You walked to him, and saw him holding Zeus in his arms.

“Did you two bring him from your adventures?” 

“I’m, uh, I’m sorry, he was hurt and I didn’t know what to do, I-”

“I like him,” Hosea said. “He was wandering around the camp early this morning, only me and Dutch saw him.”

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Is it okay if we keep him? He’s harmless, I promise, and he could help us hunt.”

“Alright, just keep him hidden for now. I don’t want everyone in camp to know about him yet. Dutch likes him, by the way. Did you give him a name?

“Yeah alright,” you smiled. “his name is Zeus.”

“Okay well, leave little Zeus in your tent for now, make sure he doesn’t escape and we’ll show him around tonight,” Hosea winked at you and walked away. Never in your life had you thought you would get so attached to a wild mountain lion, but now that he was here you knew good times were coming.

[goodolrogering]

I CANT 🤣🤣🤣

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Elizabeth Sladen X Katy Manning Fan Art 🕶️

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Arthur.

[ryuksbathsaltedapples]

High honor Arthur Morgan x younger reader

Ch 1 abt 3k words

Cw: older man younger woman, NO ACTUAL SEX yet 😏, eventual smut, FEM READER, shy and awkward reader, Arthur is a flirt 💪, masturbation, and believe that’s it nothing much

Author note: this is like the first BIG fic I’ve ever written💀 so if it’s a bit scratchy let me know! Would love to have feedback on what I can do to make my writing better. On another note I’ve only played about 1/4 of the actual game so far, so if this is not an accurate depiction of high honor Arthur let me know, just Spoiler Free!! But I will adjust his personality to make it as cannon as possible. Oh and suggestions for the next part would be great! Brain frog man, craziness

|Arthur finds a girl who needs help with her dog, little did this girl know he was gonna be like a parasite in her brain!|

Arthur was a tough a man, a man who’s killed, robbed, and hurt. But, he does have some morals and values in life, despite what others might think. He’d lived a hard life, 36 years of living and many of them running with the Van der Linde gang, but he trusted the people, trusted Dutch, and he’d never turn his back on them.

One morning while it was a bit cooler, a cold prickly brisk in the air hitting his face as he rode his horse, he saw a girl. He didn’t think much about it, just some young lady out for a stroll, that was until the young lady started calling for him. “Sir! Please! I-i need some help!” Her voice rang out in a pitch clearly distressed. On a bad day, he wouldn’t have tuned around, on an okay day he’d probably would’ve stopped, but today was a good day. So Arthur thought ‘what the hell’ and turned around riding his horse up to the young lady.

“What’s the problem miss?” He said his deep southern voice ringing out, the calmness in his tone widely different from the thin nature of hers. “M-My dog he’s…Jesus he’s fallen in a hole I can’t get him out…! I promise I’m not lying pleas help me!” Her voice rang thin again, he could see the red teary stains around her eyes, and even though apart of him felt suspicious he decided to believe her (besides if it was a trap, he could make it out unscathed easily). “Okay okay, tell me where the dog’s at?” He stated clearly trying to get the girl to calm down, he watched intently as she wiped her eyes and took some deep breaths. “He’s over there…, I tried pulling him out, but..damnit I can’t! He’s to heavy for me…” defeat and embarrassment rang through her voice as she spoke, clearly upset at her failed attempt. Arthur got off his horse and waved his hand, at this the girl started walking towards her big o’l dog.

“He’s in there…” the girl said quietly. The hole was deep and the dog, well being a dog was digging and running around all in it, clearly not as stressed about the situation as his owner was, Arthur sighed a little, realizing he’s about to have to either get in the hole with the dog or fight to get it out “your pup better be a good o’l companion for this…” he said in a slight exasperated laugh as he slowly crawled into the hole, the lady above not responding to his comment. The hole itself was most likely formed by an old cave in, a failed well hole at the looks of it eroded by time. Once Arthur was fully in the dog immediately ran to him sniffing his shoes and pants, its long tail wagging hard.

“He’s a good dog…! Just a bit…well stupid” she said a slight giggle falling over her voice as she spoke tiredly. Arthur took in the smelly big o’l animal, covered in dirt with a stocky build, a large black lab with a very dumb glint in its eyes “well, let’s see if I can get him out”. Once the dog had calmed down a bit he slowly wrapped his arms around the dogs flappy stomach lifting it up. With Arthur’s height he was able to push the dog up enough for the young lady to grab it, the dog crawling out to freedom; as Arthur himself climbed out of the hole he couldn’t help but smirk a bit at the sounds of her scolding the dog.

“Oh you stupid thing! Making me get all dirty and tired! And then forcing me to have to drag some poor soul to get you out!”. “Oh it ain’t no problem, he’s just testing your love” Arthur chuckled whipping some of the dirt off his jacket and pants. He couldn’t help but notice the slight blush on the young lady’s cheeks as she looked to him, she smiled a little as she spoke “..thank you sir, you’re a good person..w-what’s your name?” Her voice ranged shy, something he did not miss. “Arthur Morgan, and yours missy?” he spoke smiling at her, “it’s Y/N”

>

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Weeks have gone by since you first met the handsome stranger. You weren’t expecting to think about someone who just helped get your dog out of a hole so much, but here you where in your room combing your hair out thinking about his smile, his hair, and his nice weathered cowboy hats and coat. Your daydreaming about this almost complete stranger was cut short as your mother walked in to your room. “Welp! Break times over sweetie, we need to get back to work” your mother spoke strongly but nicely as she exited your room.

You took a deep breath and stretched your back before getting off of the bed, and going outside to continue doing chores. It was a day like no other, feed the chickens, water the animals, weed the gardens, things you’ve been doing since you came out the womb. But, today instead of your mind drifting to thoughts about reading or going swimming in the evening, your only thoughts were on that mysterious cowboy….his face wouldn’t leave your mind, his shadowy stubble…., his tough eyes…, his hands…long and thick fingers, calloused by many hard days of work and life…you wondered how they would feel…, maybe in you hands , or….on your body. This time instead of the voice of your mother waking you from your thoughts, it was the prick of a rather thorny weed that made you snap back, you felt a bit embarrassed at yourself, how could you be so dizzy over a man you met once? I mean sure he was nice, respectful, tough, and handsome….But that’s not the point! ‘If I’m ever gonna get anything done I need to clear my big o’l head!’ You thought shaking your face and continuing with your chores.

>

Sabbath day, you loved it, sure the preacher could get annoying…, and sometimes some of the church members looked at you weird. But, your chores didn’t have to be done today; thoughts raced as the sermon continued, barely paying attention to what the preacher was preaching as you thought what you would do with such a fine Sunday to yourself thoughts about baking, catching up to a book, maybe even begging your parents to let you ride out on your own for a few hours. These thoughts raced and raced, until the next thing you knew you were walking out of church and heading home, but something of surprise came when you got home. Your father, a very gruff man handed you $8 and told you to spend it on what you wanted: well, now you you knew what you were gonna do.

After eating lunch (very quickly might I add) you headed for town, your plan was simple, get some treats, some new pencils or pastels, and maybe check for a new book. You walked into the general store and said hello’s at the owner before looking around, taking in all of the small candies you might get; it was nice, for once being handed money and spending it on something other then necessities, being able to just do something nice for yourself. As you were looking around you heard the door to the shop open, you payed it no mind and kept looking around, trying to think about which sweet was worth the amount of money and what you would have left for other things. Once you picked out the candy you wanted you moved to the small art booking section, filled with the very basics and nothing more.

Looking around you heard a voice “excuse me missy, but I need to grab that” the voice was deep and relaxed, and it caught you off guard as you saw a tough hand pointing to some lead pencils. You turned your head to the man and your eyes immediately widen, the handsome face of the cowboy looking back at you, you couldn’t help but blush immediately feeling very awkward not expecting to ever see that man again. As you stepped over a bit so he could grab the pencils he looked at you again, his serious blue eyes scanning your face, it made you feel a bit nervous “hey…you’re the young lady with the dog!, thought I recognized such a pretty face” he smiled politely at you “y/n right?”. You nodded your head fast as you looked at him, Jesus, marry, and Joseph you could have fainted then and there, maybe it could have been like a romance, him capturing you in his arms…taking you on a romantic ride….kissing all over you… “I-I want to thank you again sir! For getting my dog out, you saved me a lot of trouble mr…Arthur?” You spoke tumbling your words out as you looked at him, standing so close you could really see how large he was, much taller then you, and obviously more muscular.

You felt like a train being derailed almost completely forgetting where you were or what you were doing, that was until he spoke again “well, don’t worry about it, feels good to help young things like you. I remember what it was like at that age, always needing help with something before you get it down” your mind raced as you saw him walking to the counter ending the conversation, you couldn’t just let him end it right here??! So you spoke again following behind him slightly, thinking of the only thing you can do for the man “hey…if you like pies or breads I-I’d like to give you some, I mean as a thanks for helping me, I’ll bake anything you like!” Arthur looked at your for a second taking in the offer, then he spoke cracking his neck as he did “well why not? Haven’t had a good apple pie in.., well a while, besides free food is free food!” He smiled at you as he payed for his things, and oh lord, that smile, maybe you should’ve stayed in church all day with the thoughts swirling in your head. You told him where you lived and to meet you there tomorrow afternoon and he agreed before exiting the store, outside the window you could see him talking to an older gentleman who pointed inside as he spoke to Arthur. Suddenly you felt very embarrassed.

>

You went to sleep early that night unusual for you were known to stay up a bit later to have time to yourself, but the thought of seeing that cowboy tomorrow made you want the day to come sooner. You woke up early that morning and immediately went to go look in the ice box to see if there were any apples left, luckily you found a few and as you were bringing them to the kitchen your mother noticed, and was asking why in the world you were baking now? You stumbled through an explanation about how you were thanking the man who helped you with your dog, your mother eventually backed down but she still seemed a bit upset at the idea of some strange man coming to see her daughter, but she figured it was just a curtsy for him helping you. You baked the pie as fast as you could while also keeping it well, once you were done you hurried outside to catch up on chores you missed while baking.

It felt like hours upon hours of waiting for Arthur to arrive, but eventually around 1pm he did, you saw his horse riding up to your humble estate and you tried to fix yourself as best as you could before greeting him. You walked him inside and your mother walked into the kitchen staring down the man very intently, looking him over and judging his appearance. “Hello Mrs….?” He trailed waiting for your mother to answer “L/N, Mrs L/N. I heard you helped my daughter get our dog unstuck?” She said curtly never taking her eyes off the man “yes, just doing what I can to help. Quite a beautiful estate you have” he spoke warmly trying to defuse the tense air. You stood there quite awkward as your mother interrogated Arthur, but you kept yourself busy as you pulled out a plate for him and yourself and began to prep the pie, “…mom do you want any..?” You spoke quietly looking at your mother who was finally starting to loosen to the cowboy “not right now dear, I’m going to sort the vegetables, I’ll have some after dinner” she said as she left to go drag in a box of recent vegetables grown.

You made Arthur a plate and he sat down at the table taking in the atmosphere of your home, you felt nervous as you put his plate on table before making your own and sitting down. You watched him take a a few bites and a very pleased look spread across his face, “well I haven’t had many, but this is probably one of the best apple pies I’ve had” he said smiling at you clearly making himself comfortable in your home. Your face flushed red and you smiled at him “thank you…I try my best” your voice shy as you ate your own serving. Your mother came back into the house and started sorting and washing the vegetables Yall would keep in the sink; you continued to talk to Arthur, shyly asking about his life, you noticed his answers were rather vague but you didn’t want to push him. From what you could gather he really was just some Cowboy, taking odd jobs and exploring this part of America looking for the next big thing.

After talking causally to him for a while you began to lighten up a bit relaxing some, your mother walked back out of the house and once she was away you were shocked to see Arthur lean over the table a bit staring at you. “You’re quite a sight Miss y/n, always nice to see pretty young ladies like you, especially if they’re making me pies” he chuckled lightheartedly giving you a nice smirk. If you weren’t mistaken you believed you just felt your whole body pulse, suddenly you felt very hot and you could barely make eye contact with the man your whole face covered in blush. “Thank you…” you spoke out quietly voice a squeak as you felt a tingle in your legs. You heard him chuckle at your embarrassed demeanor his face lit up with a dangerous charm. After a few moments your mother came back into the house and shortly after Arthur left thanking you for the hospitality.

>

Later that night you had gotten ready for bed, cleaned yourself off and put on your nightgown. You laid down and warmed up underneath the covers, closing your eyes and getting comfortable, but immediately thoughts about Arthur clouded your brain, the words he spoke to you making you feel hot and sensitive. Images of his face…his hands…, Jesus his hands, his long thick callused fingers, you couldn’t stop thinking about them. And then something even worse came to mind, books your mother would have burned if she caught you reading them flashed in your head, stories of damsels and their knights in shining armor, but it was more than that… You kept thinking about those certain chapters…were the knight would slowly undress the damsel, kiss from the top of their head down to their stomach…going further and further till they reach their cunt, kissing them along their other lips….fondling their chest.

You couldn’t take it anymore, your whole body felt on fire as you kept thinking about such sinful things, so to ease the tension in your body you slowly started fondling yourself, gently pinching your nipples letting out soft quiet moans and mewls, your breast felt soft in your hands and the feeling of your nipples hardening from the touches made you feel wetter. After a bit of teasing your now perky nipples you traced you hands slowly down to your own cunt, slowly rubbing your now very wet slit, trying to keep your moans low as you rubbed your wet clit, your pussy hot and sensitive. You slowly plunged your fingers into your sopping hole pushing them in and out till your legs started to shake and your back started to arch, the wet squelching sounds of your tight pussy echoing across the walls.

One hand using fingers to fuck yourself, the other hand using your fingers to rub your very needy and inflamed clit, you couldn’t help the quiet moans and whines coming out of your mouth, as your fingers kept moving inside you trying to touch those spots that made you cry out. You kept this up for a while, getting more and more worked up, but no matter how much you bucked your hips, no matter how much you rubbed yourself you just couldn’t cum, you would get so close to the edge just for it to slowly dissipate. Eventually your arms started to feel tired and so did you, so with some aggravated whines you tuned over and went to sleep, pussy still wet and needy.

[kitb0bit]

Dogfight

Arthur Morgan x Female reader

Chapter One:

song:

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Winter had struck your little cabin out in the middle of no where, and you were stuck at home by the fire trying to warm up your numb fingers. You’d struggled to get food recently as a few wolves had been stalking the mountains outside- you wouldn’t risk going near those things, especially without company or proper supplies. All you could do was sit there and ration whilst you wait for the winter to subside. That was until you heard a knock at your door.

You jumped up in shock and ran to the window to investigate. Your eyes were met with a tall, scruffy but handsome looking man with a gentle smile on his face.

“Who are you…? What do you want?” You asked warily.

“M’names Arthur. I was wondering if you knew where to find this feller.”

He held up a picture of a man you knew all too well. He used to be your friend until he had stolen your horse and all of your belongings a few years ago and had never been caught. This sparked your curiosity, as this man could be a part of the law or a bounty hunter seeking him out.

You raised an eyebrow, “Maybe…how come?”

“Would you let me in ma’am? I don’t mean harm I promise.”

You reluctantly opened your cabin door and watched as his large frame entered, having to duck his head to get under your small run-down door frame.

“Nice place.” He mumbles, clutching his belt buckle.

You smile, “I do my best.”

“Mm” He subconsciously replies, and walks around to examine your cosy house. You took that as an opportunity to explore his features further.

He wore mostly black with an elaborate silver-buckle belt hung loosely around his hips. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscular forearms and in his gloved hands was his hat, held at his stomach out courteously. And finally your eyes meet his face. He had a warn down but content look about him which was complemented with his scruffy beard and slightly overgrown hair.

“Hey, don’t touch!”

His eyebrows furrow, concerned at the sudden outburst, and distances himself away from the shelf he was previously looking at.

However his cheerful demeanour is instantly back again and he walks over to your small table and chair, “Well…may i just sit down?”

“Uh-of course.”

You pull the chair out for him, and stand at the other side of the table expectantly. He pauses in silence before a short while, collecting his thoughts, before showing you the picture once again. He slid it across the table and tapped it with his index and middle finger, and then sat back in his chair, slouching with his legs spread out lazily. You huffed and muttered “bastard” at the picture in anger from just seeing that horrid mans face again.

“You don’t mind if i smoke do you?” He asked, pulling out a cigarette.

“Sure, you need some matches?”

He patted his pockets to check and responded with, “Yes please darlin’.”

You retrieved a match and walked round the table to meet him. Leaning over, you attempted to light the match, to no success as your hands were too shaky from the blistering cold. Arthur, upon realising this, clasped your hands in his to hold them steady and looked up at you with his deep blue eyes as he lit it. You couldn’t help the tingling feeling you got when he did this. The feeling was new to you, but you knew right away that you were attracted to him. You couldn’t deny it- he was very charming.

You stood back and turned around in an attempt to conceal your reddening face.

“Can i get you a drink?”

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and replied, “Oh no thank you miss…?”

“y/l/n…just call me y/n.”

He nodded his head and smiled, “It’s pretty.”

“Huh?” You turned around to face him.

“Your name,” He nodded, “It’s pretty.”

“O-oh thank you.”

There was a brief silence- you looking at your feet whilst he remained looking at you.

“So who are you meant to be anyway? Some kind of lawman?” You questioned.

“Far from it.” He chuckled, “I’m just gettin’ a job done.”

“You killing him?”

“Why does it concern you?” He raised a brow and smiled playfully.

“I used to know him. We were good friends actually. We were out camping one night until he ran into some trouble. A gang of guys found him and I think he owed them or somethin’. Anyway, he took my horse, my guns and all the rest of my valuable shit and fled. It was hard surviving after that. I was in the middle of no where!”

“Well I believe that gang of guys is who i’m workin’ for. and as you can imagine they want the worst for him, to say the least. So, do you know where i can find him?” He asked.

“Well I do know that whenever he got into trouble like this, he’d hide at his parents house if that’s any help to you.”

He looked up at you, “You know the address?”

You nodded your head.

“Well thank you ma’am it means a lot.”

You smiled, “It’s no problem. You’re doing me a favour.” You laughed, whilst he just smiled. “Would you like to stay for lunch? I don’t have much but I am quite the cook.”

Arthur watched as you opened your cupboard, “Wow you really don’t have much do you?”

“Nope. I haven’t been able to hunt in this weather, and with all the wolves going around lately i’ve been too scared to go outside if i’m being honest.” You admitted, “There’s never any food in the house and my fingers are numb from the cold constantly as I can’t get wood for the fire.”

“Well why don’t you come hunting with me girl! I’ll keep you company.”

You bit your lip, “I dunno…”

“Cmon, I owe you.” He smiled and stood up before taking another drag from his cigarette.

You nodded your head and replied with a simple “Yeah, okay” and walked towards your cupboard to retrieve your rifle, bow and any other essentials. Arthur walked towards the door and held it open for you, and waited for you to walk under his arm before following behind.

“That’s a beautiful horse. What’s its name?” He asked whilst lifting himself up onto his own.

You patted your horse and answered, “He doesn’t have one yet. I just got him a few days ago and still haven’t thought of a name.”

***

After a short while you were both deep into the snow-coated forrest being as quiet as you could. You hadn’t been outside in a while- it was refreshing but also terrifying. You were constantly weary of the wolves. Usually you weren’t too scared of hunting with predators, but there was just so many of them and so little of you. However you somehow felt safe with this stranger, and kept close to him at all times.

Your attention was suddenly alerted by arthur, as he whispered “C’mere” and held out his hand for you to take it, to which you did and crawled towards him behind a large rock.

He pointed and whispered in your ear, “Over there” whilst placing his other hand on the small of your back.

You peered over the rock to see a buck feeding off of as much grass as he could under the deep snow. Your immediate reaction was swiftly taking out your bow and arrow, but you were stopped from making any further movements by the large man next to you.

Arthur leant into you and whispered, “Slowly…be calm” and held your hands on the bow and arrow to support you. “Aim for the head…deep breath,” He instructed, “Always shoot on empty lungs.”

You pulled the arrow back, took a deep breath and shot the buck right in the head. You almost cheered in joy before remembering you couldn’t draw attention to yourself. This little victory could get you at least 6 weeks worth of food. You turned to Arthur who had a beaming smile on his face, but your cheerful mood suddenly faltered when you saw his smile instantly become fearful and his gaze shifted to behind you.

You turned around to see a huge grey wolf heading right towards the two of you. You heard arthur shout “oh shit!!” and immediately jump in front of you, firing his gun at the beast. You screamed in fear and shot the best you could with your shaky hands as the wolf pounced onto Arthur, scratching and biting him all over. Without hesitation, you pointed your rifle at the wolfs head and killed it, causing its lifeless body to slump onto poor Arthur, who laid there in shock.

“Oh my god are you okay?!” You said with a wobbly voice whilst pushing the great beast off of his wounded torso. He struggled to get his words out, attempting to say he was okay but you both knew that wasn’t true, so he instead let out a groan in pain. His shirt was ripped to shreds and covered in blood, but he remained with, astoundingly, no life threatening injuries- if treated. His hair was disheveled from its previously sleek and groomed state and his face was scrunched up due to his great discomfort. Although he still managed to pull himself in a sitting position.

You had regained your composure just enough to say, “Y-you just- just stay right here okay, Arthur? i’ll be right back!”

He whimpered as he clutched his stomach and responded with just a “mhm” as you ran away.

Coming back with both horses, you grabbed Arthur by the hand to help him up- almost falling over from the weight of him- and helped him jump up onto his horse before dragging the deer over to him and hauling it over the back of his horss.

“Alright let’s go.” You huffed and walked back to your own horse.

Arthur raised his hand, “wait…the- the wolf”

You nodded and took the wolf back to haul over your horse.

***

Arthur was laid in your bed with his shirt completely removed whilst you were by his side, cleaning and dressing the wounds on his chest and stomach. He was mostly relaxed aside from the pain, whilst you were trying to contain that feeling of attraction you had about him, trying not to let your eyes linger on his bare upper body, which rose and fell with every breath, or pay attention to his groans and whimpers in your ear as you touched the particularly sensitive injuries.

“Brace yourself…” You said sympathetically, opening the bottle of alcohol to cleanse his wound. He held your arm and gripped it tight as you slowly poured the burning liquid onto him. His breathing fastened, and he whimpered in agony with every breath.

“Faster woman! do it quick!” He commanded in desperation.

You obeyed and got it over and done with aswell as dressing it as best you could- which was pretty well considering you had almost no experience with this sort of thing.

You cupped his face in your hand in attempt to comfort him and softly said “Shh it’s all done now.” He closed his eyes in relief, but still had your arm gripped in his hand. “Are you feeling alright now?”

He nodded and sighed. “God thank you y/n, i don’t know where i’d be without you.”

“No thank you Arthur. You saved me. And you wouldn’t even be in this situation if you hadn’t been so kind as to help me hunt.” You laughed and said, “You’re my knight in shining armour.”

He laughed too and said, “Well I cant say i’m all that great but it’s no problem honey.”

There was a brief moment of silence whilst you just smiled at each other, and there was never an awkward silence with him, only comforting.

“Well…I suppose I should get going.” He added and went to get up, but was quickly stopped by your hand on his chest.

“Absolutely not. You need rest.” You insisted.

“But-”

“Look at the time!”

“I can travel in the dark!”

“And the weather! It’s about to get a lot harsher than this. See all the clouds up there?” You pointed up at the dark angry clouds ready to unleash a blizzard at any moment.

“Oh well…alright then. But only because you insist. If I become a burden you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.” He laughed.

You smiled at him and nodded before blowing out your candles and crawling into your double bed next to him. You both got comfortable, you laying on your side facing him and him still laid on his back.

About a few minutes later, Arthur broke the silence and whispered, “Hey, maybe you should come with me.”

“Huh?” You looked up at him with your eyebrows furrowed.

“Nevermind” He said, sounding almost like he was embarrassed.

You rested your head on his chest, consciously avoiding his injuries, and wrapped your arm around his lower stomach for some warmth. You knew this was a little forward, but you were too tired and cold to care. “No…i’d love to go with you. I mean i’ve got nothing better to do, and i’d love to see that asshole get what he deserves. You are actually killing him right?”

He chuckled softly. “Well no, y/n, unfortunately they want him alive. But there’s no harm in beating him almost to death.”

“Fine by me.” You both laughed and soon fell asleep like that. You slept happily knowing you’d finally felt content for once in a long time, and you sensed that he felt the same.

[hillbillyhipster84]

My wife gave me the idea to draw this.

[elfven-blog]

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.

[antreaslovota]

Arthur and Hosea going for a ride.

[mykneeshurt]

Mister Morgan

Picture - W Rivers on Pinterest

This was the first fic I ever wrote lmao back in 2021, moving it over from AO3 to see how well it does. Be kind hah edited some of it from the original.

This takes place mid way through chapter 3, some minor alterations to the story but tried to keep it pretty canon.

Arthur Morgan x F!Reader

Warnings - 18+, minors DNI, explicit smut, slow burn but not really, RDR 2 typical violence, graphic depictions of violence, period typical violence, allusions to sexual assault

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

[koboivanderlinde]

your dutch fic was great!! it was awesome. you can’t tell that your new to writing fan fiction at all!! are you able to write something about arthur dealing with a really REALLY drunk s/o?

Hey!! Thank you so so much!! I wasn’t too sure about how I should do this, so I wrote it as headcanons (it’s almost a little story.) I hope you don’t mind!

Arthur Morgan with a drunk reader

Pairing : Arthur Morgan x reader

Warnings : None

Tags : Fluff(?)

A/N : I hope this is okay! I feel like it is too short but if you want me to remake it or make it longer (or a fic), just tell me!

At the beginning, Arthur might think you’re acting drunk just to annoy him.

But when he asks you basic questions and all you can do is stare at him and giggle like an idiot, he knows you’ve had too many drinks.

He tries to stay calm but on the inside he’s panicking. What should he do? Should he take you to your tent now and just put you to sleep or should he just let you have fun and keep an eye on you? Should he just leave you alone?

He decides to stay with you when you clumsily loop your arm around his and ask him to share a bottle with you

He’s really flustered, the way you look at him with those half-lidded eyes, that dreamy gaze…He’s blushing. A lot.

Even if you’re drunk, you might notice it. He’ll just deny it.

If you start singing, he’ll eventually join in. However, if you want to dance, panic is going to take over him. You will probably trip over his foot and fall though.

If you flirt with him, he’ll probably say it’s just the alcohol kicking in and will just tell you that you are, indeed, VERY drunk. But he’ll flirt back and tell you he loves you.

If you try to kiss him, it might turn into a makeout session if you’re in a relatively private area. Private depends on how many drinks the both of you have had. Unfortunately for everyone else, the campfire is considered a private place when you’ve had too many drinks.

Once you start yawning and stretching every minute, he’ll decide it’s time for you to go to sleep. He won’t even let you protest, because he’s just carrying you like a potato sack.

He’ll let you rest, but will stay close so he can give you medicine if your head hurts, or water if you’re thirsty.

The morning after, he might tease you about how ridiculous of a drunk you are.

« Still recovering from yesterday sweetheart? Guess you owe me a real dance now. »

[ragneidr]

Javier Escuella , mу art, 297×420 , pencil drawing, 2023

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