#hosea matthews smut

[hihomeghere]

Fakin' it | Arthur Morgan/Reader

Word Count : 3k Summary : After a botched robbery, Arthur and you take refuge in a hotel, hiding from the O'Driscolls outside your door. When they do decide to search for you two, how will you throw them off your track? Warnings/Tags : Enemies to lovers <3, unprotected piv sex, guns, cursing, reader has female gentailia, fingering, one bed, fake marriage

Of course the job that went bad had to be with Arthur. Why Dutch had put you two together was beyond you. Everyone around the gang knew that it was volatile anytime you two were together. But, you were cunning, quick minded in a pinch. Arthur was strong, easily able to take down a man twice his size, not that someone of that caliber came along often. To put it simply, you were the brains, he was the brawn. As much as you hated to admit, you made a good team on jobs. This time however, a simple robbery had turned into dozens of O’driscolls around every corner. You two had barely made it into a hotel unscathed. 

“One room.” Arthur said, setting down some coins on the table top as you watched the door. Your hand resting against your gun in your dress pocket.

“Name?” The man asked with a smile.

“Callahan.” Arthur said looking back at you. “Mr. and Mrs. Callahan.” He said, turning back to the clerk. You heard footsteps outside of the hotel, you turned quickly grabbing Arthur’s arm.

“Sweetheart.” You cooed, internally cringing as you called him by that name. You looked at him with wide eyes, “Come on.” You said with a nervous smile.

“We’re newlyweds, a bit excited if you can’t tell.” He chuckled, turning back to the clerk, his arm wrapping around your waist.

“Of course.” The clerk said with a knowing smile, you wanted to barf as Arthur squeezed your waist. “Up the stairs to the left.” He said, handing Arthur a key.

“Much appreciated.” Arthur said his hand on the small of your back as you two climbed the stairs. As soon as you turned the corner you nearly ran to the door, Arthur slid the key in the lock and turned it, ushering you inside. As soon as the door was closed behind you, he was locking it just as fast. 

Once you got in the room you moved away from Arthur’s side, letting out a sigh as you looked around the room. One bed, of course, you two were acting as a couple.

“Mr. and Mrs. Callahan, really?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you turned to look at Arthur. 

“Less eyes on us if we’re a couple, not cause I wanna play house with you.” He said with a grunt, barely raising his head to look at you. He walked over to the bed, moving to take his boots off.

“Less eyes.” You scoffed, looking around the room, walking over to the window. You pulled the blinds back, peeking out to the streets below. 

“The hell you think you're doing?” Arthur hissed, his hand wrapping around your wrist.

“Looking.” You said glaring up at him. “Is that a crime?”

“Do you want to give away our position?” He growled, his eyes dark.

“I think it’s pretty damn clear we’re in one of these shops, now we have to wait it out until they’re gone.” You said pulling away your arm from his grasp. He let out a deep breath, his jaw clenched as he looked away from you.

“How many are out there?” He asked, holding his hat as he ran a hand through his hair.

“I don’t know, maybe a dozen?” You said crossing your arms.

“Dutch said to keep a low profile,” He muttered to himself, “We can’t go out there guns blazing.” He said, setting his hat down on the bedside table. 

“That’s obvious.” You said, shaking your head. He scoffed, looking up at you.

“Are you trying to piss me off, or is that just one of your special talents?” Arthur said glaring at you.

“Oh I have lots of talents.” You say, stepping closer a scowl on your face. 

“If only one of them was keeping your mouth shut.” He growled. 

“God, what is your problem?” You huff looking away from him.

“My problem?” He scoffs getting up from the bed. “You’re my problem." He said, his chest almost touching yours as you looked up at him.

“Feelings mutual.” You huff, glaring up at him. He clenched his jaw, shaking his head as you walked away from him. 

“We’re gonna have to wait it out.” He said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“The hell are we gonna do?” You asked throwing your hands up. 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m gonna take advantage of this bed.” He said laying back down on the bed, placing his hat over his face. You bit your cheek looking at him as he crossed his legs. He did have a point, the bed looked a whole lot softer than your cot back at camp. You mulled it over for a second before sitting down on the edge of the bed. You unlaced your boots, laying back on the bed. Your eyes quickly drew heavy, the adrenaline of the chase finally wearing off. 

The sun was setting when you woke up, the light slowly disappearing behind the horizon. The room was quiet except for Arthur’s breathing. You sat up in bed, looking over at him. His hat had fallen off his face when he rolled over sometime during his sleep. He looked so peaceful when he slept, it was like seeing a completely different side of him. It’s at this moment you really appreciate how beautiful Arthur truly is. The bridge of his nose is high, broken one too many times. His plump lips parted slightly, like two petals. His sandy brown hair falling over his forehead. 

You wanted to reach out and move it out of his face, but thought better of it. You didn’t want to disturb him and it wasn’t often that you saw him without a furrowed brow. 

Just as you were laying back down you heard heavy footsteps up the stairs. By your guess, four, maybe five men. You sit up quietly, feeling your heart pound against your rib cage. Arthur sprang up in bed as soon as they kicked open the first door. They must have turned right when they went up the stairs. The yell of shock sounded farther down the hall. He turned to you, his eyes wide. He reached for his gun belt on the floor but you stopped him. Your brain was running through all the situations. Four or five men, sure you and Arthur could take them, but that’s not exactly a low profile. 

Against your better judgment you picked the solution with the least amount of bloodshed. You swung your leg over Arthur’s waist.

“The hell are you doing-“ Arthur hissed before you covered his mouth with your hand. Your fingers started working on the buttons of your blouse as you rolled your hips forward. Arthur looked up at you with a wide eyed expression, his bright eyes frantically moving between his gun belt on the floor and the door. His stubble lightly scratched your palm as you held your hand over his mouth, his plump lips almost kissing your palm.

You forced a high pitched moan as you moved your hips faster on the bed, the bedframe hitting the wall. Creating the illusion you two were having sex.

The gears slowly started to turn in Arthur’s mind, his hands gripping your hips as he propelled you faster. The bedframe was now rocking against the wall, as you pulled your arms out of your blouse, leaving your chest bare. Your nipples hardened from the cold air as goosebumps sprung up on your skin. Arthur’s eyes were closed as he turned his head, forcing a low groan. Although you knew his groans were fake, the way his body reacted to your touch was more than real. You kept up with your moans, trying to put on a good enough show.

The door was soon forced open, as two O’Driscolls entered  the room with their guns raised. You scream, Arthur is quick to pull your chest down to his. You were pressed tight against him, his warm hands keeping you flush against him, all of him. His work shirt rubs against your nipples in such a fucking delicious way, it doesn’t help tbe adrenaline coursing through your veins. You can’t see anything, your head buried into Arthur’s neck, his stubble now rubbing against your cheek.

“Get the hell out of here!” Arthur yells, hidden by your upper half.

One of them clears their throat before exiting the room, closing the door behind them. You hold your breath waiting for their footsteps to retreat down the hallway. You let out a sigh of relief as they meet back up with the other men, walking down the stairs.

Hesitantly Arthur moves his hands off your back, you sit up covering your breasts with your arms. Arthur, however, was staring up towards the ceiling. His jaw clenched as he avoided looking at you.

You moved off of his waist, grabbing your blouse before slipping your arms through the sleeves. You buttoned it up, swallowing thickly as Arthur cleared his throat. 

“Now uh-“ Arthur said letting out a sigh, “I want you to know that I didn’t see nothin’.” The bed whines slightly as he stands up. 

“I know you felt something.” You said, shaking your head as you blush from head to toe. 

“Now-“ Arthur sighed, running a hand through his hair as you turned to face him, his eyes flicking around the room before settling at your feet as he held up his hand. “We can just pretend this never happened, it was a matter of life and death.”

“I understand that.” You looked at him, fully looked at him. His gaze was low, his chest rising and falling quickly, his cheeks flushed. God, he looks wrecked.

Your eyes trailed over his body as he stood there, his hand on his hip as he popped his knee out. Your eyes moved down further, almost popping out of your head as you see how painfully hard he is pressed against his pants. 

“Are you-“ The words fall out of your mouth before you can think to stop them.

“Jesus.” Arthur sighed looking down, his hand rubbing his eyebrows.

“You are.” A nervous chuckle leaves your mouth as your eyes trailed up and down his body. You felt heat begin to spread between your thighs as he met your eyes. Your heart is still pounding against your rib cage from the encounter with the O’Driscolls. 

“I’m-“ He started throwing his hands up, “I’m sorry, alright but you can’t expect me- I’m only a man.” He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about.”

“Nothing to be ashamed-“ He cut you off, shaking his head, “There is plenty to be ashamed of, I shouldn’t be getting so… so worked up over you.” He said motioning to you. You couldn’t help that you were also getting worked up, you subtly rubbed your thighs together. Trying to get any friction where you needed it most. Heat bloomed in your stomach as the tension in the room only got worse. He furrowed his brows, studying you.

“Wait,” He chuckled, shaking his head, “You feel it too.” He said, crossing his arms.

You scoffed, looking off to the side. “You wish.” You said, hating the slight tremor in your voice. Arthur strode across the room, stopping in front of you. He reached towards you, tilting your chin so you would have to look at him. 

“Tell me you don’t want this.” He said softly, his other arm encircling your waist pulling you flush against him. You stayed silent, looking up into his blue eyes. Slowly a smirk worked its way onto his face, “That’s what I thought.” He chuckled, cupping your cheek. He leaned forward brushing his nose against yours. Giving you the option to pull away if you wanted, his eyes softening as he looked into yours. You took the plunge, capturing his lips against your own as you threaded your fingers through his hair.

A groan rumbled through his chest as his hand tightened around your waist. You felt dizzy as his lips moved against yours, his tongue swiping across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth allowing his access as he pressed into you deeper. He rubbed himself against you, his hips pressed against your lower belly. 

You pulled away, breathing hard as you looked up at him. His face was flushed, his mouth parted slightly as his chest rose and fell rapidly. You unbuttoned your blouse for the second time, just as feverishly as the first time, but now for a completely different reason. Arthur followed your lead, pushing his own suspenders down, his skillful fingers unbuttoning his own shirt. His eyes returned to your body as he ripped his shirt off of his shoulders, settling onto your breasts. He stared down at you, an almost predatory expression on his face. He closed the distance between you, his hand wrapping around your waist as the other kneaded your breast. You let out a soft gasp, which quickly turned to a moan as he ran his thumb over your perk nipple. 

“Arthur.” He stared down at you, his eyes darkening as he watched you shiver against him. He flipped you around, his hand pressing you down onto the bed. His other hand flipped your skirts up, before pulling down your underclothes. He let out a soft groan as his eyes connected with your almost dripping pussy.

“This all for me?” He cooed, swiping his finger through your folds. You gasped, nodding as your hands gripped the quilt. 

“Yes.” You breathed, “Yes all for you.”

“Good girl.” You could hear the smirk in his voice as he sunk a finger into your heat. You gasped as he slowly started pumping his finger inside of you. He leaned over you, his lips dangerously close to your ear. “Yeah you like that don’t you?” He said nibbling on your earlobe. Your breath hitched in your throat as he added another finger, scissoring them inside your walls.

“Fuck Arthur.” You melwed, pressing your forehead against the slightly scratchy quilt underneath you. “I need you.” You huffed, your walls clenching around his fingers.

“I’m gettin’ there.” He chuckled, pulling his finger out of you, you sighed at the loss. You could hear the rustling of clothing behind you, the distinctive metal on metal as you pulled off his belt. His warm calloused hands ran up your backside, gently spreading you before the head of his cock met your entrance. 

Jesus Christ he was big. 

He spit into his palm, pulling away as he spread his spit over the head of his cock. 

“What the hell is taking so long?” You asked impatiently, turning your head to look at him. His eyes met yours, a wicked grin on his face as he forcefully shoved his cock through your folds. It was like all the air had been knocked out of your lungs as you were propelled forward onto the bed. His hands pulled your hips back and speared you onto his dick. 

“Arthur!” You yelped, your fingers gripping the quilt as he thrust his pelvis flush to yours. 

“Christ woman.” He groaned, laying his forehead against your bare back. You moan as he pulls his hips back before thrusting back into you. “You sound even better when you ain’t faking it.” You can feel the chuckle rumble through his chest more than you can hear it as he speaks. 

“Arthur, Jesus." You pant, almost drooling over the way his cock hits that spot inside you over and over again. 

“Mmm.” He moans, tight lipped as he tilts his head back. You push back against him, meeting every one of his thrusts “Yeah, atta girl.” His praise only spurred you on, your thighs shaking as you pushed your ass against his pelvis. “You close?” He whispered, his warm hand moving down your thigh between your legs. His thumb circling your clit was enough to send you over the edge. You were grateful your upper half was supported by the plush bed as your legs gave out under you. A high pitched moan worked its way out of your chest as you all but collapsed on the bed. Your walls fluttered around him, milking his cock. 

“Shit.” He panted his breath fanning on your back as his forearms caged you in, his hips stuttering as he released his seed inside you. He groaned, resting his forehead against your back as he collapsed on you. His sweaty chest sticking against your back. He pulled out of you, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He whispered. 

“S’okay.” You said breathing hard, his cum seeping down your thighs. He kissed down your spine, his hand lovingly squeezing your hips. 

He grabbed a towel from the dresser, cleaning your thighs off. 

“Who would have thought you’d known about aftercare.” You chuckle softly, your heart rate slowly coming back to normal.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me sweetheart.” He huffs, a small smirk on his face as he tucked himself back into his pants. He reached down, pulling your bloomers back up over your hips. 

“Oh yeah?” You chuckled, grabbing your blouse as he grabbed his shirt off the floor.

“Yeah, Mrs. Callahan.” He smirked walking towards you, buttoning his shirt as he stood in front of you. You rolled your eyes, buttoning your blouse. He wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“You can’t tell me you didn’t enjoy it.” He said, his hand trailing down your jaw. 

“Alright, fine. Mr. Callahan.” You huffed, a blush covering your cheeks as you rested your hands against his broad chest. 

“Next time,” He tightened his grip on your hips, his lips against your ear, “You’re riding me.”

[gothicgunslinger]

Pre rdr2, where you join the gang just before Arthur and John do – for a while, it was you, Dutch, and Hosea; a seemingly unstoppable trio of theatrics, gunslingin' and thievin'.

That and, both Dutch and Hosea had eyes for you. At first, it felt like a complication – I mean, they couldn't both have you, right? Right?

I suppose that all changed, after a rather eventful night at the saloon. A planned robbery, turned completely on it's head – the three of you throwing caution to the wind and deciding just to let loose, get drunk, dance, have fun. Oh, and fun was had.

Somehow, several whiskeys down the line, you were all collectively crammed into a hotel room – your back against Dutch's chest, his rough, decored hands rolling your nipples between harsh, calloused fingers; the cold silver of his rings making you shudder, an array of goosebumps adorning your skin, his breath on your ear as he murmured filth from behind those lips. Hosea, on the other hand, always the gentleman – his head between your already trembling thighs, tongue circling your aching clit, your slick tasting like fresh honey as he periodically swallowed.

After that, no night, nor day was the same. You were often spent, jelly-legged from a rough pounding the several nights prior – neither men showing mercy, indulging perhaps a little too much in enacting fantasies they'd let swim around their heads for so long. Still, as if you'd ever find it within you to complain – because, there were nights like this one; Dutch's head in your lap, as he read aloud his usual philosophies, your fingers combing through his tight, inky curls as a warm smile played at your lips. Your free arm, laced around Hosea, his head upon your shoulder – he'd occasionally pepper gentle, innocent kisses to your neck, your jaw. It was bliss.

Little really changed, when you found Arthur. The sex was less, of course, but the affections were perhaps on a rise – a son, now curled up in bed with the three of his parents. Fourteen, lost, now having sought the comfort he'd so desperately craved. Though it did take time, Arthur saw you as a mother – some, angelic force within his life, that kissed his grazed knees, cut his hair and soothed tears or terrors that so often reared their ugly heads.

John. John, wasn't an entirely different story, either. Well, for Dutch and Hosea, he certainly was. In comparison to his older counterpart, John wasn't quite as equal with his appreciation for his s o-called 'adoptive parents'. He favoured you, greatly. More than you could say you were grateful for, John competed with Arthur for your attention – purposefully skinning his knees, tumbling from his horse. All, to be scooped into your arms. Admittedly, for a while, you yielded – “Shh, sweetheart, I’ve got you. Awh, my poor boy.” All while planting a kiss to the crown of his head. Finally, at the advise of Hosea, you set a few boundaries – much to John’s distaste, but he’d listen to you.

Life went on like this, for a good, long while. Yes, you weren’t really a gang, anymore – rather, a family. Poker on spring nights, in which, John’s wrinkled nose giving him away. Hosea teaching the boys to read by the campfire, Dutch slow-dancing with you in your shared tent. Despite the expected blip, bump in the road, life felt..perfect.

[moeitsu]

The Tie Which Linked My Soul To Thee

Hi everyone! I have a new ArthurxOC fic up on Ao3, so I figured I would share it here as well. Please let me know what you think :) Ao3 Wattpad Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Summary: Kate McCanon, a young widow from the north, meets outlaw Arthur Morgan. When the two cross paths she discovers a complex man wrestling with his own sense of right and wrong. As their unlikely bond deepens, Kate becomes determined to guide Arthur towards a brighter path, even as tensions rise within his gang led by the enigmatic Dutch van der Linde. With danger lurking at every turn, Kate must navigate treacherous territory to protect those she holds dear, all while finding love in the most unexpected of places. Tags: Arthur Morgan/Original Female Character, Widowed, Original Character, Mutual Pining, Slow Build, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, High Honor Arthur Morgan, Friends to Lovers, Child Loss, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Arthur Morgan Does Not Have Tuberculosis, Arthur Morgan Deserves Happiness, Chubby Arthur Morgan, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Chapter 1 - The Frost Gleams Where The Flowers Have Been

1890

Kate had never fancied herself a skilled woodworker. While she had lent a hand to her husband in constructing a barn, her role mostly entailed passing him tools and bringing him his lunch. But as she stood amidst the sawdust, tears streaking down her cheeks, she grappled with the daunting task ahead. She lacked both the sufficient wood and the patience to craft two coffins. Thus, the inevitable decision emerged: they would be laid to rest together.

The Reverend's suggestion to cremate the bodies, emphasizing the need to eradicate the disease completely, fell upon deaf ears. The mere thought of reducing her beloved husband and precious baby girl to ashes felt abhorrent to Kate. Instead, she harbored a tender hope that one day, perhaps, they would blossom into a magnificent Willow tree.

Amidst the melancholy chore, the vibrant symphony of birdsong provided a bittersweet backdrop, reminiscent of the lullabies she once crooned to her infant daughter. With a sorrowful melody humming in her heart, Kate toiled diligently, her hands blackened with grime, each wipe across her tear-stained cheeks a testament to her grief. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting their modest farm in a golden hue, Kate's work pressed on.

Night descended swiftly, cloaking the world in shadows that seemed to stretch for an eternity. Kate, perched upon her porch swing, found no solace in slumber. Her vigil was solemn, her gaze never wavering from the rough-hewn coffins that cradled her entire world within their confines.

With the break of dawn, the Reverend returned, his disapproval evident, yet tempered by resignation. Together, in a somber silence, they labored to fashion a final resting place. By mid-afternoon, the grave stood ready, a solemn abyss awaiting its occupants. With the Reverend's assistance, Kate tenderly lowered her cherished husband and daughter into the earth's cold embrace.

As dusk settled, the Reverend offered prayers and parting words before taking his leave. Left alone in her sorrow, Kate felt the weight of despair bearing down upon her. In a world forged by men and seemingly devoid of solace for a solitary widow, she found herself with no recourse but to depart.

Beneath the twilight sky, the epitaph etched upon their shared gravestone bore silent witness to her profound loss:

Here Lies My Beloved Noah, And Our Beautiful Daughter, Lorena.

May God Keep Their Souls.

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1899 

As the sun rose over the horizon, casting its golden rays across the sprawling expanse of Emerald Ranch, Kate found herself amidst the ebb and flow of another day's labor. Nine years had slipped by since the tragic loss of her husband and daughter, a span of time marked by wandering footsteps and the pursuit of odd jobs on her journey westward. 

She had once heard her father say they had family in California, he had many sisters but only kept in touch with one. Kate wrote to her after the death of her husband, seeking asylum with a relative with nowhere else to go. Her Aunt wrote her back and gave her condolences, she said Kate would be welcome with open arms. 

However, the last she heard of her Aunt was 7 years ago. But still, she continued west. She had come too far and been through too much to stop now. What she hoped to find in the valleys of California, she did not know anymore. Over the years she became more cowboy and less of a woman, her once soft hands now calloused by years of labor. The untamed plains and cold hard ground had become both her refuge and her bed. 

She came to Emerald Ranch only a week ago, her boss; Seamus, was reluctant to hire a stranger, let alone a woman, to help on the ranch. Kate assured him she was cheap labor and was only looking for shelter and a place to rest until she was on the move again. Kate was no stranger to odd jobs, she took any work she could get and saved as much as she could. But she was no criminal. 

She heard Seamus talking to two men as she filled the troughs with clean water. The gentlemen said they were new in town and looking for a partnership, one in which they could both make money. 

“Look I ain't no idiot, and I don't trust folks outta the blue. If you want to work together then you're gonna have to prove to me you’re worth my time.” Her boss's voice raised above the usual noise of the barn animals. 

“Of course! We’re only interested in a partnership, just looking to make a little extra money.” Carried the voice of an older gentleman. 

“No doubt. I do interesting very well. It's trusting that I don't do so well.” her boss answered, still not convinced by the two strangers.

“Look at us, we’re honest as the day is long,” said the other man with cheer. 

“You really want us to prove ourselves to this clown Hosea?” said the other voice, sounding much younger than his partner. 

Seamus scoffed, “good day to you, Hosea.” 

“N-now wait a minute Seamus. Arthur can be rough, and quick with his tongue, but I swear you can trust him, you can trust me.” Hosea pleaded, following Seamus to the side of the barn. Kate now had a clear view of the new “business partners”. 

Kate didn't know Seamus very well, but she could tell he was an honest enough man. Wise for his years, and liked to keep his nose out of trouble. “I’m an old man Hosea,” he began, “and you know why I ain’t dead yet?” 

“Because you don't trust idiots,” Hosea finished.

“Exactly.”

“We’re not idiots, Seamus. Let us prove it to you.” Hosea had an air of confidence, he wasn't some runaway bum looking to make a quick buck. He was serious about a partnership. Although Kate wouldn't say the same for his partner, who loomed behind them like a panther ready to pounce. 

“Okay…I’ll tell you what, old Bob Crawford and his boys just bought a beautiful stolen stagecoach from up north. It’s in their barn. Now you go get that,” he looked around for anyone who might be listening to his scheming, “then we can work together.” He said quietly, placing a hand on Hosea’s shoulder. 

“Who’s Old Bob Crawford?” inquired Hosea.

“An acquaintance of mine…well, not just an acquaintance. He’s my cousin, by marriage.” Seamus explained. 

“Oh so now we’re meddlin’ in your family business?” Arthur boasted with skepticism. 

Hosea waved him off and continued speaking, “Where is he located?”

“Now hang on a moment, you boys could very easily take this coach and sell it yourselves for a pretty penny,” Seamus began. 

“So you comin’ with us? I thought you didn't want to be involved in shady business?” Arthur spoke up again. 

“Heavens no, if my cousin saw me it would be my death. I'm sending someone with you, as collateral.” Seamus turned around and saw Kate already watching them, he waved her over. 

Arthur shook his head disapprovingly, “nah, I don't do babysitters Seamus.” 

Kate was just as skeptical about her part in this, she told Seamus she was looking for honest work, and robbing his cousin certainly falls out of that line. 

“She’s not babysitting . She’ll take you to my cousin's farm and let you do the robbing. Kate has been working for me for a few days now and she’s tougher than she looks.” Seamus said turning to Kate, “I want you to make sure that stage coach gets back to me. You don't need to take part in the robbery.” 

“You’re fine with them robbing your cousin?” She spoke in a hushed tone so only Seamus could hear.

“By marriage,” he added, “and yes, I would love it. The man’s been a thorn in my ass for years.” He said amused.

She nodded in acknowledgement and turned to get a good look at the two strangers. One was indeed much older than the other, with cropped white hair peeking out from under his hat. The other gentleman was tall and burly, and he hid his eyes under the brim of his hat. He seemed wary of strangers and kept both hands resting on his gun belt. 

“Let me get my horse saddled and I’ll meet you boys at the intersection leading out of town.” She spoke, Hosea nodded and was already making his way to his horse. Arthur stood for a moment eyeing the woman, no doubt playing the intimidation tactic. But Kate had seen far scarier men than him in her days. “Y'know the quicker we get this done the quicker you fellas get paid.” She noted.

Arthur scoffed and finally followed Hosea to his horse, “don't need no damn babysitter,” he grumbled kicking dust.

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Kate made quick work of saddling her black Hungarian roan, she calls Lorena. After her infant daughter. In a moments pass she was on the dirt road leading out of Emerald Ranch and toward Carmody Dell. She waved for the two men to follow her, they stayed behind her a short distance and made no effort for small conversation.

However, she overheard snippets of their own conversation as they went, “I thought you wanted me to be the strong arm? That's usually how it goes,” Arthur spoke.

“Yes but..” Hosea hesitated, lowering his tone a little, “you know how this works.”

“Cmon Hosea that fellers a joke, he don't even trust us enough to handle it ourselves. Now we got a chaperone.” Arthur complained loudly, at least he’s not calling me a babysitter , Kate thought. 

“All the better, he won't cause us any problems. And I cant blame the guy for sending the girl. Two strangers looking for quick money? Hell, I’d want assurance too.” Hosea answered, “besides, if he’s sending protection that means there’s big money to be made. Seamus wants his cut.” 

Kate came to the same conclusion, up until now Seamus had given her the usual ranch-hand tasks. Feeding and cleaning mostly. This was very different, there must be good money for this stage coach. 

“I guess you’re right,” Arthur muttered.

Hosea mumbled something back to Arthur about “hanging up their hats” if they couldn't finish a job as easy as this. They laughed and began chatting about their travels in Emerald ranch, Kate tuned them out and began humming a song to her horse. 

Her singing always pleased her horse and calmed the girl’s nerves. She was a strong and fierce steed, but jumpy and needy like a baby sometimes. Kate thought naming her horse after her daughter would bring her closure, instead, she was almost convinced that her daughter's spirit lived on in Lorena somehow. In all ways except biological, her horse was her baby.

Carmody Dell was a short distance north past the train tracks and Fort Wallace, Kate had passed it once before. They rode at a steady pace, the men behind her never coming too close. She wondered for a moment what their story was, and why they needed money so bad. Perhaps they were travelers like her, maybe they even had a caravan. She entertained the thought of traveling with a group again, but shuddered at the memories. Her previous caravan adventures had not ended well. 

Once the ranch was in view she slowed and allowed the boys to catch up on either side of her. She led them to a grassy clearing off the road. 

“You should continue on foot from here, I’ll stay behind with your horses.” She said dismounting. The two of them nodded and dismounted their horses, Kate was almost surprised to hear no objections from Arthur. 

“C'mon son, let's see what we’re dealing with here.” Hosea commented walking towards a large rock in front of the house. 

“Son”, so they are family . She mentally noted. Arthur gave his horse a pat, “be a good girl for the lady” he said, tipping his hat towards Kate. She was slightly taken aback by the sudden politeness.

She busied herself with the horses for a bit while the men laid out their plan, she gave Hosea and Arthurs horse a treat and was about to start brushing his horse when he approached her again. Startled, she backed away from his mare, she didn't want him to think she was snooping in his saddle bags. 

“You can keep brushin’ her, she loves attention,” he half smiled reaching up and petting her snout. “I just came to tell ya’ we’re gonna wait till it gets dark. Less chance of getting caught that way.” 

“Smart,” she replied, for whatever reason she suddenly felt very shy in his presence. 

He stood a few feet away from her and she could see more of his features. He was around her age. He had short dirty blond hair under his leather hat, and bright blue/green eyes. Her eyes lingered over his body. He was big too, more than a foot taller than her and well fed and muscular. His bicep had to be the size of her head alone, and she could tell by the fabric of his button down he had a bit of a belly hidden behind his gun belt. 

“What’s her name?” His voice broke through her awkward silence. 

“Who?” She asked and looked back at him. 

He chortled, “the black beauty you got over there,” he nodded to her horse. 

Oh, duh! “Her name is Lorena, she also loves attention but she’s nervous around new people.” Kate answered, still a bit lost in her thoughts. 

Arthur made a clicking sound with his tongue, reaching out a hand and slowly walking toward her horse. “It’s alright girl,” he cooed while she sniffed his palm. He pulled out a peppermint and gave it to her, which Lorena happily accepted. 

Kate smiled at the interaction, “you introduce yourself to my horse before me?” she teased. 

“My apologies ma’am,” he turned to face her, “names Arthur Morgan.”

“Nice to meet you Mr. Morgan, I’m Kate McCanon.” She reached out her hand and he shook it. His grip was firm but polite. 

“Likewise, Miss.McCanon. That’s Belle your brushin’, and that’s Silver Dollar.” He pointed at Hosea’s horse. “I saw this beauty when we first rode into Emerald ranch, had no idea she was yours tho.” He was talking about her horse again, “told myself I’d inquire about buying her if she was available.” 

Kate smiled at the affection he was showing for her horse, she knew Lorena was a beautiful mare. She often received compliments on the road, and many have offered to pay for her purebred. 

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but she’s not for sale.” 

“Well I can certainly see that,” he laughed, “she seems happy though. You must take real good care of her.” He said, his attention still on her mare as he scratched under her chin. 

“You some kind of horse breeder Mr. Morgan?” Kate asked. 

Arthur laughed, “no no. Nothing like that, though sometimes I wish I was.” He smiled as he said it but Kate noticed there was a sadness in his tone. “I just think they’re neat is all.” 

They had only just met, and while Arthur was not initially the most pleasant, she found it incredibly cute how enraptured he was by her horse. 

“I should probably also apologize for my rudeness earlier, it’s been a rough couple weeks for us and we uh- don’t always take too kindly to strangers.” Arthur took off his hat as he spoke and held it to his chest, a sincere gesture. 

Kate was shocked, the man she met at Emerald ranch not even an hour ago seemed like a completely different person than the man before her. His cold demeanor was gone, or at least reined in at the moment. 

“No apology needed Mr. Morgan. I understand,” She answered. “Although I wouldn’t call it rude, you were just skeptical. Rightfully so, can I ask what brings you to Emerald Ranch?” 

Arthur looked away from her as he spoke, choosing to focus on her horse. “We’re just stayin’ in the area for a few weeks. Passin’ through and tryna make money.” 

“By robbing stagecoaches?” Kate said in an amused tone, “you a bunch of outlaws or something?” She continued, half-joking. 

Arthur looked at her with surprise, “What? No, we uh- got laid off from the railway. Up-north. Just looking for money so we can find a place to settle down again. That’s all.” He looked away again, avoiding her gaze. 

“I’ll say it again, by robbing stagecoaches?” She kept her tone playful, but wasn’t entirely convinced by his story. But it felt good to be the intimidator.

“Wasn’t our idea, Seamus asked us to rob his cousin!” His voice rose slightly with anger. 

“By marriage,” Kate retorted. 

Arthur was about to speak again but only stared at her. 

“I’m just pulling your leg Mr. Morgan.” Kate laughed. “It’s no business of mine. I’m only passing through here, same as you. What you do here and how you earn your money is your business. As is mine.” 

Arthur scoffed, suddenly amused, did this woman just tease me?

He went to speak again before another voice interrupted them, “Arthur! Get over here!” Called Hosea. He pointed a finger at Kate as to say this isn’t over and walked away. 

Amused with herself, Kate grabbed an apple and sat down against a tree. Watching the sun set as she waited for the cover of night so the two men could pull off their heist. 

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Kate woke suddenly to the sound of horses moving. She quickly got up and looked in the direction of the ranch. Sure enough the stage coach was steadily moving down the path away from its place in the barn. She quickly mounted her horse and trotted over to them. 

“Nice work! Follow me back to Emerald Ranch and try to keep it in one piece.” She called up to Hosea who was driving the coach. With that she clicked her tongue and took off ahead of the coach at a steady but quick pace. Not wanting to get themselves caught. 

Before Hosea could crack the reins he looked to Arthur as he was about to get in the coach, “you ride ahead with her. I got this.” 

Arthur looked confused, “why wouldn��t I ride with you? The horses will follow.” 

Now Hosea was giving him an amused look, “I heard you with her earlier.” 

“And?” The cowboy replied slightly annoyed. 

“You’ve never fumbled our cover story so bad!” He quipped, “it was like listening to a child tell it!” 

Arthur shook his head, “now you’re playin’ match maker old man?” He teased, trying to hide his smile.   

“I’m just saying it wouldn’t kill you to go talk to her son."

Without another word Arthur nodded and dismounted the coach, getting into the saddle and riding off to catch up to Kate.

[jqmiee]

THIS POST CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR RED DEAD REDEMPTION TWO

When Charles was burying Arthur a buck definitely went up to him and looked at him knowingly and he definitely shed a tear

Sadie often goes to her husband’s grave (if he has one) and plays the harmonica there, only for him to hear

Jack would often play with imaginary friends, he has one that oddly was like his dad before John cared to spend time with jack

After the events of red dead 1 jack kept John/Arthur’s journal, passing it down his family like an heirloom

Not too angsty but I hc Sadie to be bisexual because although she could never love another man because of her husband she gets small crushes on women from time to time

Bonnie def reminded john of Sadie. He missed her deeply along with Charles

Molly tried to get along with the other girls she really did but ended up accidentally insulting Mary-beth out of jealousy and didn’t try again since

When Hosea died Arthur killed the legendary bear and went to his grave just to sit there before going to sell the fur

The reason why John doesn’t have Arthur’s hat in rdr1 is because of that scene where you 100% the game I hc that he put arthur’s hat on his grave

Back in blackwater Jack met a girl there, whilst he can’t remember her face he had a crush on her. Only to never see his first crush again

Mary definitely writes about a certain someone in her stories. She just changes it up a bit. Oh? There’s this charming stable boy that everyone picks on as a side character? Wonder who it is…

Arthur saw his old self in Eagle Flies. Passionate, blinded by hatred and full of pride. In a way when Eagle flies died he felt like his old self did too

Mary still visits Arthur’s grave, bringing him flowers as she would talk to him about her life. Arthur was always such a good listener

Sometimes when Arthur bathes he zones out a bit just out of it. Then reaches to wash Copper only to remember that he’s no longer here anymore. Safe to say do not let this man bathe by himself because he’ll just get lost in his depressing thoughts

I was honestly sobbing as i typed that but uh don’t mind if there’s typos it’s 3:40am and i am too damn tired 😭😭

[aspentart]

Almost 1.3k words into my Arthur fic so let’s get a new poll going!

I’d like to remind everyone that I still attend classes and am searching for a job (+ other new aldut-ish responsibilities that include making sure I’m not rotting in my bed); my ‘schedule’ will essentially be nonexistent :,)

I’d also like to add that I prefer writing MLM content, considering that I am gay, and mainly seek out MLM content. I’m still more than willing to write for fem/nb readers, but my fanfic is usually a tad self indulgent due to the LACK of MLM content (that isn’t a little weird or grossly fetishized to the point the entire thing feels like straight woman yaoi)

I’ve been itching to write something for Charles :3

[mamahex]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde Characters: Dutch van der Linde, Hosea Matthews, Bessie Matthews, Susan Grimshaw Additional Tags: Voyeurism, Masturbation, Women masturbating together, Gay Sex, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Blow Jobs, Boys Kissing, Curiosity, Dildos, dildo sharing, vandermatthews, Masturbating while watching people have sex, Drunkenness, Feelings, Friendship, Young Susan Grimshaw, Young bessie, Young Dutch van der Linde, Young Hosea Matthews, Gay Love, Facials, cum, Dom Hosea Matthews, Sub Dutch van der Linde Summary:

Bessie and Susan have been in the Van Der Linde gang for a few months. Both women know the men have a very...intimate friendship, and even though Susan is often Dutch's lover, they accept the way things are. But Bessie wonders what exactly it is that two men do together... and so, drunk and wicked, the women set out into the woods to see for themselves.

Steamy Vandermatthews sex, observed by two drunk women.

This story is set right after The Winds Of Change, but that is in the Hosea's Love collection. This one didn't really belong there, so it's a standalone, but in my version of red dead reality, this is the follow-on from that.

Set before Hosea and Bessie fell in love.

[ghouligancentral]

Me? I need a vacation.

Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader

Summary- Hosea creates an opportunity for Arthur and the reader to go on a little trip.

A/N- It's Arthur Morgan lovin' hour y'all! I am probably going to make it into a mini series, with each story taking place in a different location. Our boy Arthur really does deserve a vacation.

Tags: Fluff and Smut, Slightly possessive Arthur Morgan, Cuddling, sharing a bath.

Rating/warning: Rated 18+ for smut. Smut is in between the ************** so it can be skipped if you're not feeling it.

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You let out a long sigh as you see Dutch, once again, berating Arthur about something or another. You have half the mind to go over there and tell Dutch to shove it, but you know what Arthur would say. He’d tell you that ‘it's just Dutch’. Blessedly you are pulled out of your rising frustration by the sound of Hosea calling your name. You wave him over before turning back to watch the men talk.

“Hey Hosea,” you mumble as you rest your elbows on your knees. Hosea takes a seat next to you so that you both get a good look at Dutch and Arthur talking.

“Dutch never lets up on your husband, does he?” Hosea utters as he too watches the men.

“No, but I’d be damned if I didn’t say he oughta give Arthur a break.”

“Well, that’s precisely what I’ve been thinkin’," Hosea responds with a smile.

Now that caught your interest, you turn to look at Hosea prompting him to further explain.

“I think the both of you need a little break. Take some time off, go into a town, relax and get some rest for a while,” Hosea explains as he gives you a light pat on the back. The thought excites you a little. While in Saint-Denis you heard talk of something newlyweds were beginning to do called a ‘honeymoon’. During this time couples would go on a trip just for the sake of enjoying it. You and Arthur had been married for about a year and a half now, so you wouldn’t consider yourselves as ‘newlyweds’ but the idea sounded fun. However, your heart sank when the reality of the undertaking hit you.

“And how do you suppose we do that? Dutch probably already has another job for Arthur and Grimshaw will just about lose her mind if she thinks I’m going off for a leisure trip,” you sigh as you slump back down in your seat.

“I’ve got a plan that’ll solve that problem,” Hosea grins as he speaks.

” I’ll tell Dutch and Susan that I’ve got you doing a job for hmm,” Hosea asks as though he is thinking, but you know him better than that, he already has this planned down to the last detail,” a month.”

“A month! We can’t be gone for a whole month! We certainly don’t have the savings for that.”

You look at him with wide eyes. While both you and Arthur work your tails off for money, most of that goes to the gain. You tend to keep a larger cut for yourself than Arthur does, but that meager amount still doesn’t give you nearly enough.

“I’ve thought of that too,” Hosea says as he tries to keep the smile off of his face. Hosea lifts the strap of the bag he’s wearing and places it over your shoulder.

“What’s this?” you ask as he begins untying the front of the satchel. Hosea flips the top piece open to reveal stacks of cash. Your eyes widen at the sight. You’ve never seen so much cash in one place, except for maybe a bank.

“This is for the both of you. It’s 500 dollars.” Hosea announces.

“But we can’t just take your money….”

Your words trail off as you continue looking at the bag of money in your lap.

“There’s none I’d rather go to. You better believe me when I say Arthur does more for this gang than it deserves. Consider this a payment for the debt we owe him,” Hosea grins as he says the words.

“Thank you,” you utter, still too stunned to form full sentences.

“No you take that boy and make him get some rest,” Hosea exclaims as he closes the bag and ties it back up.

“Where’d you get all this anyways?” You ask playfully as you squint at him. Hosea takes a moment to laugh before offering you an explanation.

“I may be an old man, but that don’t mean I can still do a job on my own now,” Hosea remarks before standing and offering you a hand to help you stand as well,” now, let’s go tell the others that you and Arthur have a very important job to do.”

You smile as you take his hand and stand, before walking over with him to where Dutch and Arthur are.

“Now I’ve got this plan here—”

“Dutch, I need to talk to you for a second.”

Hosea interrupts Dutch and pulls him off to the side before throwing his arm over the other man’s shoulder. Hosea and Dutch speak quietly for a few moments, you can’t make out the words but you know the conversation is about the both of you as Dutch keeps raising his eyebrows in your direction every so often. As the two older men talk, Arthur gives you a questioning look expecting you to elaborate on the situation.

You lean in close to him before whispering,” I’ll explain later.” You watch as Dutch’s brow furrows and you fear that he won’t agree to the plan, but, as always, Hosea manages to ease Dutch’s worries, prompting him to give a little nod. The two men make their way back to you and Arthur.

“So it seems that my plan has to wait ‘cause Hosea already has a job for the both of you. Hosea already explained it to [y/n] here and she agreed,” Dutch states, and Arthur just cocks his eyebrows in response before Dutch continues,” It seems like this is going to involve a lot of travel and time so I guess we won't be seein’ the two of you for a month.”

Arthur’s eyes widen at the statement. He was used to being sent on long jobs, but never with you. At this moment he didn’t really care what the job entailed, he was just too excited at the idea of spending a whole month with you.

“When do we leave?” Arthur asks as he looks from Dutch to Hosea, you, too, were wondering the same thing.

“First thing in the morning,” Hosea explains, “that should give the two of you time to get your things together. Now, if you will excuse Dutch and me, we have to go talk to Susan.”

—-------------- “Alright,” Arthur announces as he pulls back the tent opening, ushering you inside,” You’ve gotta start explain’ some things. What’s this ‘job’ Hosea has us doing?”

You smile widely as you look up at Arthur.

“He told me that we should go on a trip, like a honeymoon.”

“A honey what?” Arthur questions as he flops down on the cot. Arthur lets out a tired groan at the feeling of finally being able to sit down.

“A honeymoon. It’s when a new couple takes a trip just to enjoy themselves. Heaven knows that you definitely deserve a vacation,” you exclaim, plopping down beside him.

“Right, so how does Hosea expect us to be able to afford all of this? I mean, we’re not exactly rolling in cash right now,” Arthur sighs.

“Hosea gave me this,” you announce as you untie the top flap of the satchel,” It’s $500.” Arthur’s eyes go wide in response to what he sees.

“But how? We can’t just accept this. What about the gang?”

Arthur rambles on for a bit before you stop him.

“Arthur Morgan,” you state sternly,” this gang has taken almost everything from you. Hell, they probably owe you more than this for all you have done. If you can’t accept the money or the trip for yourself, then just do it for me.”

Arthur nods as he lets the words sink in. You know he’d do anything for you. He’d leave everything and just walk away from the gang if you asked him to.

“Okay. For you. So where do you wanna go?” you ask. Arthur wraps an arm around your shoulder before pulling you closer to him.

“Anywhere as long as I’m with you, Mrs. Morgan.” —--------------------------------

The both of you decide to start your trip by heading out west. While its vast expanses and beautiful scenery are alluring, the lack of people also proves to be the bigger selling point. Fewer people mean there is less of a chance that you or Arthur would get recognized.

That evening, while Arthur is finishing up a couple of tasks around the camp, you work on packing all the essentials, which for this trip, is basically everything the both of you own, not there is that much. You hear someone cough outside of your tent and you turn to find Hosea leaning up against one of its posts.

“So you two make a decision on where yer going to go?” Hosea asks as he folds his arms across his chest.

“Yes, we are heading out West,” you explain as you step closer to him, offering him a wide grin. Hosea nods in approval.

“Good. Lots of space out there. Bess loved when we would go in the spring, she always enjoyed seeing the flowers,” Hosea sighs, a twinge of sadness creeping into his words. You give him a moment to reminisce before asking the question that is on your mind.

“Hosea, what happens when we get back and don’t have any money from the supposed job?”

Hosea just chuckles a little before he replies.

“Mrs. Morgan, do you really think that your husband would let the two of you come back empty-handed?” Hosea replies. He makes a good point. If you know Arthur, and you do, seeing as you are married to the man, always has some sort of plan brewing in the back of his mind at all times.

“Just don’t let him work too hard. This is a vacation for him after all,” Hosea smiles but his words are interrupted by a coughing fit. Sadness strikes you as you watch the man double over, and you move to help him take a seat but he just waves you off. After a moment, Hosea manages to get control over his lungs and stands back up. The exhaustion in his eyes is clear.

“Now if you just happen to find yourselves in the position that you can do so, why don’t the two of you scope out the area to see if there is any place that would be a good area for the gang in the future,” Hosea mentions as brings a hand up and rubs it against his chin,” I ain’t got much time left and I just wanna make sure the gang is in a good place before I go.”

You nod solemnly, understanding just how much this gang means to Hosea, Arthur would be the same way if he were to be in a similar position. You quickly push the thought of losing Arthur far from your mind as

“Oh, I forgot to ask. How did it go with Ms. Grimshaw?” you ask, trying to lighten the mood a little.

“It wasn’t pretty but Dutch and I didn’t really give her a say in the matter,” Hosea chuckles. You have to smile to yourself, you know how stubborn the woman can be. However, you doubt the camp would even be able to make it without her.

“Everything alright?” Arthur asks as he approaches the two of you.

“Just finalizing the last details. You choose a great place to go, Arthur. Fresh mountain air, clear skies, a place to really relax,” Hosea announces as he pats the man on the back,” well I best get a move on and let you two finish your packing.”

Both you and Arthur say your goodbyes to Hosea before you turn around to resume gathering your things. Arthur walks up behind you and wraps his arms around your chest, pulling you back against him.

“You happy?” Arthur hums before placing a kiss on your neck. You sigh a small ‘uh huh’ as you relax into the man’s touch.

“Good,” Arthur responds as he nestles his face into the crook of your neck,” I really need a vacation.”

The next morning the two of you get an early start, heading out of camp just as dawn is breaking. You had said your goodbyes to the others the previous evening, so there was no need to wait on them to wake up.

It was going to take you a couple of days to reach Colorado, so you had planned a couple of stops on the way. The first was in the town of Strawberry, and you were able to reach it by mid-day. You were already a little tired from the ride, so Arthur decided to go ahead and rent a room for the two of you. The plan was to rest for an hour or two before doing some supply shopping around the area, however, those plans quickly change when you see the hungry look in his eyes.

As Arthur is paying for the room, you look over to see his intense gaze upon you. Those icy blue eyes are almost predatory. He wants you. You feel the first hints of arousal gathering in your core as the two of you remain locked in a stare.

Arthur has no idea what got him going, but he sure as hell isn’t going to complain. Maybe it was the thought that he finally has some time alone with you, no chance of being interrupted by the gang, no responsibilities to uphold, just you and him with the freedom to do as you please.

You smirk at him as he strides over to you after receiving the key from the hotel staff. He grabs your wrist and has you follow him up the stairs to your room.

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You barely have time to walk through the door to your room before Arthur slams it shut and locks it. Turning back you see the look in his eyes is wild and hungry. You know what that look means. He wants you and he’s going to have you. 

Arthur drops the saddle bags to the floor before he crashes his lips into yours. The kiss is desperate, you feel his tongue explore your mouth as he backs you up against the bed. The both of you flop onto the bed when your knees hit the back of the frame. You let out a little squeak at the feeling of Arthur landing on top of you. Arthur pushes himself up onto his elbows so that he is holding his weight instead of you. 

“Sorry darlin’,” Arthur murmurs as he pulls away from the kiss before beginning to place hot, open mouthed kisses along your jawline. A moan escapes your lips as you feel his hand wander over your body, as he fiddles with the buttons of your blouse. 

“Damn it!” Arthur growls when he has to pull away from your jaw to focus on the buttons keeping him from feeling your soft skin in his hands. With all of his focus being on the blouse, Arthur quickly manages to remove the shirt. He feels his cock stir in his trousers at the sight of your bare skin before him. Arthur helps you to sit up as he finishes removing the blouse and your chemise. You gasp as you feel his calloused hands begin to caress your tender skin. 

You feel the rough scratch of his stubble as he gently places kisses onto your breasts. As his mouth showers one breast in attention, his hand attends to the other, pinching your nipple in between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation has you moaning out his name and arching your back. You feel yourself grow even more damp with the action and you rub your thighs together in an attempt to relieve the ache there. 

“Arthur,” you muse, causing Arthur to look up into your eyes,” I’m supposed to be takin’ care of you on this trip.” 

You know Arthur gets off on giving you pleasure, but you still can’t help but feel a little guilty for just laying there under him, doing nothing. 

“Oh darlin, you really wanna please me?”

You give an eager nod. A smile spreads across Arthur’s face as he brings one hand up to cup your cheek before he positions himself so that his mouth is right next to your ear. ,” if you really want to take care of me you’ll just lay and let me hear those moans while if fuck this sweet little pussy.”

Arthur emphasizes his words by rubbing his hand against your clothed core. The combination of his words and movements have you whining pitifully underneath him. His trousers are painfully tight, the feeling of his hard member pressed up against your thigh has him desperate. After his battle with your blouse, Arthur decides to forgo the removal of your skirt. 

Arthur grunts as bunches up your skirt so that he can access your core. You let out a moan as you felt him sliding two fingers into you. Normally Arthur would take his time, slowly teasing you with fingers and mouth before finally giving you what you wanted, but today was different. Arthur was fucking you with his fingers roughtly as he nips at your collar bone. You can hear him fumbling around with his gun belt with one hand while his other continues to pump his fingers in and out of you. You have one hand fisted into the sheets while the other grasps as his shirt. Arthur tosses his gun belt off to the side of the bed before working to undo the front of his trousers. 

A groan escapes his lips when he manages to free his hard cock. He gently removes his fingers from your center, causing you to whine a little at the loss. Arthur chuckles at the sound. 

“Oh don’t you worry darlin’,” Arthur smirks as the words leave his mouth,” I’ve got something that I think you’re gonna like a lot more.”

You wiggle your hips to signal that you’re ready for him, but to your confusion, Arthur gets up off the bed. You prop yourself up on your elbows to see what he is doing, before he grabs your calves, roughly pulling you to the edge of the bed. You hold your bunched up skirt out of the way as you watch Arthur position himself at your entrance. 

“Alright, hold on,” Arthur instructs as he brings one of your hands up to wrap around his neck. What does he me by— 

Your thoughts are interrupted by Arthur thrusting into as he wraps his arms around your back. He’s a big man and he knows it so he gives you a few moments to adjust to his size. The stretch of him has you closing your eyes and fisting both hands into the fabric of his shirt. Arthur’s thumb rubs soothing circles on your thigh as he coos praises at you. Telling you that you’re such a good girl and that you're his good girl. You squeak as he lifts you up into the air and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist. Arthur doesn’t start slow. He starts railing up into you at a punishing pace. The feeling of the rough fabric of his shirt against your naked breasts adds to much sensation to the already overwhelming pleasure. The gasps and groans of the two of you can be heard echoing throughout the room. You are glad that it’s midday so not many people in the hotel can hear your love making. Arthur walks the both of you over to a wall and presses your back against it, this gives him the opportunity to move his hands down so that he is supporting you with one hand on your rear and the other tightly gripping your thigh. 

The angle of his thrusts has him hitting your g-spot with every movement. Arthur can feel your slick leaking out onto his trousers as he continues to fuck you. You move your hand so that it is buried in his hair. You give it a little tug to indicate you want Arthur to lean in for a kiss. Arthur gently places his lips against yours. However, the kiss is anything but gently, you lightly bite at this lower lip, causing him to growl. He increases the ferocity of his thrusts as he continues to kiss you. 

“Ah Arthur,” you moan as he continues to fill you. 

“You like this. I know you do,” Arthur purrs in your ear. You can feel the tell tale signs of an orgasm approaching as the heat in your core begins to coil tighter. You attempt to give your clit some sort of friction by grinding yourself against Arthur, but it is impossible at this angle. However, Arthur must sense your frustration, he braces you against the wall before snaking one of his hands in between your bodies. It takes him a moment to weave himself under your skirt before his hand finds its way to where the both of you meet. You let out a long groan as you feel a calloused thumb beginning to rub a small circle against your clit. 

Just as you are about to reach your peak, there is a knock at the door. “Damn it,” Arthur whispers, remembering that he had told the hotel staff to bring up some water for a bath. Arthur slows his thrusts but doesn’t stop, only pushing in about half way before pulling out and repeating the motion. You clamp your hand over your mouth to keep from moaning. 

“Just a minute!” Arthur calls out as he begins rubbing your clits harder. This causes your orgasm to wash over you. Your legs shake in his grasp and you have to bite your lip to keep from making any noise. Arthur pulls out and quickly sets you down on the bed before throwing a blanket over you. He tucks himself back into his trousers as he walks over to the door. He opens it and takes the two large buckets of steaming water from the bellboy standing there. Arthur thanks him before setting the buckets inside of the room and closing the door behind him. 

“Everything good?” Arthur smiles, watching you trying to catch your breath. He carries the water over and pours it into the small wooden tub in the corner of the room. You watch as steam begins to rise up from the water before you answer Arthur. 

“Yes. What about you?” You question as you begin to throw the blanket off of yourself. Arthur makes a motion, indicating for you to remain in place. Arthur walks back over to stand next to the bed before cupping your cheek in his hand. 

“He’s coming back with two more buckets of water. Don’t want him seein’ what’s mine,'' Arthur purrs as he lightly strokes your jaw with his thumb. Just as expected, there is another knock at the door. Arthur once again answers it and retrieves two more buckets of water along with some towels and soap. This time he locks the door when he closes it. While he adds the water to the tub, you stand and finish undressing yourself before walking over and stand behind Arthur. 

“Now let me take care of my husband,” you coo as you run your hands down his back gently. Arthur groans at the touch,” whatever ya say darlin’. I’m all yours.”

You smirk as you walk around to the front of him, hand still trailing along on this body. Your hands begin undoing the buttons of his shirt as his hands message the meat of your outer thighs. Moving to his suspenders after you finish with his shirt, you manage to unbutton them quickly. You gently push him down until he is sitting on a small wooden stool. You sink to your knees to first pull off one boot and then the other. One of your hands brushes against his hard cock as you undo his trousers. He moans your name in response. He stands back up to allow you to remove his pants. You have to take a moment to admire his large thick cock before continuing. 

“Hop in,” you say, gesturing to the tub.

“What about you? Aren’t ya gonna join me?” Arthur asks as he steps one foot into the warm water. 

“Maybe but there’s something I want to do first,” you explain as you walk over to grab the soap and towel left sitting by the door. Arthur lets out a pleased sigh as he slowly sinks into the water. Arthur dunks his head under the water and comes back up, wiping away the dirt from his face. You move the wooden stool so that it is sitting beside the tub before having a seat on it. Arthur leans back and closes his eyes as he feels himself relax. 

“Feel good?” you question as you lather up some soap in between your hands. Arthur just hums in response as he feels your fingers run through his wet hair. You begin to gently massage the soap into his hair, you can feel his muscles ease up as you begin to trail your hand down to his shoulders. You continue with your message as you knead the tension out of his biceps. 

“Feels good,” Arthur mumbles as your hands continue to work on him. 

“Good,” you coo in his ear as you get off the stool and onto your knees. This way you can reach deeper into the tub. Arthur groans as he feels one of your hands moving lower. You follow the hair on his chest down to where you were planning to go all along. Arthur gasps and opens his eyes as you gently wrap your fingers around his hard member. You just shush him and encourage him to close his eyes again. 

“Let me take care of you.”

Arthur's eyes slide shut one more as you begin rubbing his cock with your hand. You make sure to give the sensitive head some extra attention by rubbing your thumb over it on every up stroke. Arthur’s hips begin lightly thrusting up to meet your movements. 

“Oh fuck,” he grunts as he feels himself getting closer. You speed up your movements. 

“Come on Arthur, be a good boy and cum for me,” you whisper. Arthur nearly doubles over as he cums hard. Ropes of thick, white cum land on his stomach as your name falls from his lips. 

“I love ya darlin’,” Arthur pants and he tries to catch his breath after such an intense orgasm. 

“I love you too,” You reply as you caress the stubble on his cheek before reaching over to grab a washcloth. Arthur smiles as he watches you wipe away the traces of his orgasm from his chest. 

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“You gonna join me?” Arthur chuckles as he offers you a hand to help you into the bath.

"Sure you won't be too cramped?" You ask, hesitating to take his hand.

"No. I'd actually be offended if you don't get in here."

With this you take his hand before you step into the tub. Arthur has a leg on either side of your body as he pulls you flush against his chest. 

“Besides,” Arthur explains as he starts to massage soap into your hair,” this is your vacation too.”

The warm water eases the tension in your muscles and you allow your eyes to flutter closed as you lean your head back, resting it on Arthur.

“See, I was right. Now just relax,” Arthur coos in your ear. He hums as he continues to lather your body in soap. 

The both of you remain seated in the water until it turns cold before deciding to get out. As you dry off your legs, you turn to find Arthur smiling at you. 

“Do you mind?” you giggle as you continue to rub your body with the towel. 

“Not at all,” Arthur smirks before walking over to you. He places a gentle kiss on your head before resuming the task of redressing. 

Oh this will be a fun vacation. 

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games), Red Dead Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde Characters: Curtis Malloy, Hosea Matthews, Dutch van der Linde Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Dom Hosea Matthews, Sub Dutch van der Linde, Anal Sex, Anal Play, Oral Sex, Whipping, Top Hosea Matthews, Bottom Dutch van der Linde, Sexual Roleplay, Spanking, Hair-pulling, Video Game: Red Dead Redemption 2 (2018), Kissing, Belly Rubs, Dorks in Love, Ass Play, Handcuffs, Old Married Couple, BAMF Hosea Matthews, Dutch van der Linde Has a Plan, Hosea is dominant over Dutch van der Linde, Hosea has a sheriff fetish, Dutch has a punishment fetish, Painplay, Punishment, shaming, Porn with Feelings, POV First Person, Men Crying, Boys Kissing Summary:

It's Friday and Friday means Hosea Fucks Friday! Dutch and Hosea are very much into roleplaying scenarios with each other, and Dutch gets the idea (a PLAN) for Hosea to play the role of Sheriff who will punish him for being a big bad outlaw. Hosea likes the role a lot. Will he keep Dutch in line?

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•𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙰 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽• III

•PAIRING: mid-honour!Arthur Morgan x Fem!reader•

Summary: Arthur finds himself looking through his journal and rekindling old memories with you.

Warnings: some language? Female descriptions used for reader, sort of mutual pining (mostly young reader pining over arthur) spicy make out with our boah, slight fluff at end.

A/N: hope you all had a very merry Christmas and a happy new year, sorry it took a while to upload I’ve been abit busy myself with the holidays and such, hope ya’ll enjoy! <3

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𝒲𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃.. 𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝒷𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓌.

𝐻𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓁𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇.

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Arthur scribbled the words onto the page as he was perched on the edge of your cot, it was routine for him to occasionally empty his thoughts into his precious journal, he had awoken an hour ago and decided to take the time to do some of his drawings and note taking, a sketch of the new horse he’d picked up from the Adler homestead, and one of the wolves you’d encountered yesterday. He liked to put down as much as he could remember onto the pages, so he feels like he can re-read and look back at the sketches of his ‘adventures’ - as you called them. Sometimes so he could look back to the better memories he wrote about and try to re-live them through the paper.

He turned back one page. Last night, you had fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, looking for John had exhausted you as well as the icy temperatures. And while you slept peacefully Arthur took the chance to add to his book yet another sketch of you, the first time you took notice of how much he’d work away in his journal was before you two had even officially gotten together. He was sat at one of the tables in one of your old camps, scribbling on the pages and seemingly in his own little world, at the time you two were in a confused situation with each other; both of you had admitted to yourselves you were infatuated with the other after nearly two decades of friendship, but were both too afraid to voice your feelings to the other. You had approached him and asked if you could see what he was drawing, and after some light encouraging from you he sheepishly handed you his work, a furious blush on his cheeks as you fawned over the drawings of various members of the gang, little detailed sketches of them partaking in their daily chores. You didn’t bring up how a half-finished- but detailed- portrait of you was on the other side of the page, taking up the whole of the A4 sheet, instead you just opted to complimenting his talent which made him turn a darker shade of red, him grumbling “it’s nothin’..” before you reluctantly handed his journal back, not wanting to make him more embarrassed when you noticed his flushed face.

You’d known each other since you were children, a close bond having naturally taken place between you both even after John joined you and your adoptive fathers - probably because you were both closer in age. At first in was nothing but platonic between you, though you never admitted you’d been pining on Arthur secretly since you were teenagers, your hormonal self having new and confusing feelings for him as he grew from a delinquent boy to an honourable man before your eyes. Even having watched the other have their first-loves and heartbreaks, he vaguely remembers when he caught on to that you were having relations with a young farm-boy in a near by ranch from where the gang had settled in for the time being.

He remembers a younger version of you - about 19 while Arthur in his early-twenties, sneaking back into your camp late hours in the evening, a love-sick smile plastered on your face as you’d go to your tent with an extra kick in your step. He remembers one night when he confronted you while he sat by the fire having a smoke, you’d shared the rest of the cigarette while you informed Arthur of the young man you’d been seeing, your voice full of hope and excitement, while he had an unkind feeling in his chest at the thought of you with another person.

The timing of those events were ones Arthur did not like to dwell on much, he’d been through his first ever dejected relationship, prepared to have his happily-ever-after with a young woman he’d met. Mary Gillis, you and the other members of the older and much smaller gang even meeting her on one occasion. He remembers the strain it had put on your friendship as he drifted away to spend more time with his lover, making things awkward for a while as you struggled to get over the heartache from the realisation that you and Arthur being anything more than close acquaintances was nothing but a fantasy in your naive-mind, you’d forced yourself to try and get over Arthur, busying yourself with various male company to try and fill the space in your heart - but alas, they were nothing more than a waste of time in the end - you’d scolded yourself for feeling so inappropriately towards someone who probably considered you as nothing more than a sister-type figure.

And admittedly that was all Arthur saw you as, at first. You had joined your colourful little family about a year after Arthur had been taken under Dutch and Hosea’s wing. You were a hungry street-kid who’d taken to petty thievery and pick-pocketing just to be able to get something to eat, your mother having passed from the scarlet-fever and your father spending the last couple months of his miserable life looking into the bottom of a bottle, leaving you orphaned around the age of 11. You’d come across the conmen sat at the bar in a rowdy saloon one evening- how you’d managed to sneak in without being caught by the bartender you were unsure of. A gold pocket watch with a pretty glint peeking outside the bottom of Hosea’s tailored-jacket, a pocket watch that your nimble hands had managed to unclasp from his inside pocket and managed to remain unrevealed, the savour of victory watering your mouth. That was until you were pulled backwards with a strong grip on your thin wrists, looking up to see both of the intimidating men staring down at you in a suspiciously calm manor.

Dutch had seen potential in you, he had an anarchistic vision of a world without government interference, a ""savage utopia" free from the intolerance of civilization. Dutch had convinced Hosea that they could find redemption from their sinful lives by robbing from the rich and giving to the poor, similar to the medieval tale of Robin Hood. He saw himself as a revolutionary and thought that if he could get a group of individuals who could resemble his ideas they could be an example to others who would follow their lead. They had saved you from what was surely a way to an early-grave, spending nights in the cold, alone, starving- not to mention whom may have been lurking the streets, finding vulnerability in a child such as yourself.

You had put up a cold exterior at first, your child-like innocence tainted, turning you into a ticking time bomb of bottled-up emotions from the trauma of losing your parents and living on the street. It reminded the pair of outlaws of how Arthur had acted when they first took him in, it angered them to how the modern world could be so critical, even to children. It pushed Dutch further to want to make his vision a reality.

That’s perhaps why the older boy was the first person to make you crack, he had been encouraging you to practice more on your reading- Hosea had been insistent on you learning to read and write just as he’d taught his other protege. You had snapped at Arthur about him leaving you alone and minding his business, going into a fit of rage over something so little before running off to a private area in the camp while you bawled your eyes out. Poor Arthur was flabbergasted at your outburst, and once you’d stormed away from him he didn’t hesitate to inform Hosea about how you’d acted, not to try and get you into any sort of trouble with the adults, but because he’d been in your shoes only a year prior, and knew how alone and frightening it was. And after a long and tear-filled conversation with Hosea’s wife, Bessie, and a sheepish apology to Arthur; you had gradually started to open yourself up more, and before they knew it.. the months had passed and you were the most charismatic child any of them had met. And in the following the years you’d blossomed into a smart, selfless, and beautiful young woman.

It was bizarre to Arthur that he remembered these things, being brought back to the present momentarily as he heard a creak from the floorboards outside the room, where Dutch and Hosea were lounging. He’d been tracing his finger absentmindedly along the pencil lines of your face, scoffing at himself in annoyance as he realised he’d smudged the lines slightly. Turning back a handful of pages he came across a couple of sketches of what appeared to be the elements of nature, a rough doodle of a small stream in the top corner of the worn paper, instantly recalling the scenery in his mind when he’d come across the water while on a hunting trip. On the page was also a drawing of a division of wild daisies, your favourite flower. Anytime Arthur would come across the delicate flowers he’d make sure to bring you back a small bundle of them, loving the way your face lit up at the sight of him carefully holding a hand-made bouquet of white daisies for you.

It sent him into his thoughts again, to when you were both a little older than in his last memory, the farm-boy long forgotten about and Mary Gillis a thing of the past. It would never have worked out between him and Mary, he’d come to accept that for many reasons, one being that their lives could never be compatible.. he, an outlaw, and her, a good girl from a higher-class family. Another being that he’d never get the approval from the woman’s said family. They’d talked about running away together, but one of the things stopping him- and another reason he couldn’t have been truly happy with her- was you.

He doesn’t remember the exact moment he knew he was sweet on you, concluding that it grew from an occasional intrusive thought to something that was right in front of his face, impossible to ignore. He remembers the night after the Van Der Linde gangs first ever bank robbery, himself, Dutch, you, and Hosea had successfully stolen five-thousand dollars, and planned on giving the majority of it to help out those in need per Dutch’s wishes. The gang had celebrated that night around camp, bottles of beer and cheap bourbon being consumed one after the other.

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Your head was fuzzy as you swayed your upper body slightly, moving along to the sweet tune playing from Dutch’s gramophone, you were situated around the campfire with the others, empty alcohol bottles scattered in the dirt around you. Perhaps you’d indulged on the liquor more than you should’ve, even having been scolded by Grimshaw about how you were going to be sick, and how it wouldn’t be tolerated if you tried to use your oncoming hangover as an excuse for getting out of chores the next day, her lecturing to the younger generation- which mostly was a very intoxicated Arthur and yourself- ceasing when being encouraged by Dutch to join everyone and have a drink, and that chores could wait.

You knew the reason why she’d become so harsh to everyone, the reason being perched on Dutch Van Der Linde’s lap. Annabelle was a very kind and caring woman, and it wasn’t a surprise that anyone she came across would be smitten by her. What was important to you was that Dutch was happy, and he obviously was with a beautiful soul like hers, you just wished that he hadn’t broken Susan’s own spirit when he ended their relationship. Mostly for the fact that recently the skin on your hands had been peeling like a snakes shedding from her constant hounding to doing the laundry of others, your hands being submerged in soapy water for hours at a time, you being the only other female in the camp meaning you were tasked with the more ‘womanly’ duties.

It was you out of Arthur and little John that she parented over the most when you were younger, insisting you acted like a lady, wore skirts and help make the camp as clean as an out-door living area could be. When Dutch and Hosea had started teaching you the ways of conning people, she had opinionated her thoughts about letting a woman indulge in such acts, now she herself was no saint when it came to committing petty crimes, but she didn’t attempt to hide her disapproval when you had begun wearing trousers more, and started carrying around a gun belt on your hips. Her social standards on ‘how a lady should be’ falling on deaf ears when it came to the others, Dutch and Hosea knew you weren’t made to be nothing more than a pretty girl who’s only aim in life were to please other men; they new you were destined for greater things, and Dutch knew you were exactly who he needed you to be to help with his revolution to ‘freedom’. And over-time, Miss Grimshaw’s bigot commentary came to a stop once you started contributing your own fair-share of money you’d worked for to the gangs donations.

That was something Arthur had always liked about you, the way you were so confident in who you were, claiming you ‘ain’t gonna accept a life you didn’t deserve’, which you were sure you would’ve got if you had just sat waiting and lookin’ pretty while a man put money on the table, yet you would still flaunt your elegant femininity a lot of the times, making Arthur sweat from how regal you looked when you’d flaunt your dresses you’d stolen acquired, you also never turned down an opportunity to dress up to fool the men in the saloon as another ‘America’s sweetheart’ kind of girl, posing as a distraction while the boys emptied as many of the drunkards pockets as they could.

On the subject of distractions, Arthur was trying his damned hardest not to openly ogle at you right now. You had played the part as a drunken harlot in your robbery, going into the bank before the others to put on a huge show of rambling about whatever nonsense you think of on the spot. And even though Arthur thought you were anything but a prostitute, you had definitely dressed the part.- not that he was complaining. - You were wearing a fitted Maude-coloured skirt and an off-white corset, even going the extra mile to not wear a blouse under the constricting top, the outfit would’ve gotten a lot of judging stares from other folk, but it was a very fitting costume to wear while playing the part of an intoxicated working girl. He was glad he could blame his flushed face on the booze as he discretely glanced over at you, your tight corset accentuated your chest in a way that made Arthur have to subtly cover his groin area to not give away the fact he was very aroused at the sight of you.

Everyone had taken a couple of minutes to listen to Hosea tell one of his tales about his life as a ‘degenerate’ before he met Dutch, the man seemingly having endless stories of his experiences that always left you on the edge of your seat.

“-So I robbed the poor bastard and left.” Hosea wheezed out a laugh, the others as well as yourself joining in as if it were the funniest thing you’d all heard in a millennium, the alcohol in your system making everything in the moment appear utterly hilarious. Hosea was telling you all about the time he met a feller at his camp in the wilderness, the drunkard claiming he was on the hunt for a centaur up in the mountains, rambling that he’d seen one over a decade ago and he’d been searching for it ever since- even having photographic evidence of the creature; Hosea had entertained him before the man inevitably passed out from the liquor, Hosea robbing what valuable belongings he had, even taking the photograph with him. “When i took a closer look at the picture… it was obviously a blurred photograph of a rancher sat on his horse. The picture taken at an angle, the fool said he’d even paid ten bucks just to keep the picture!” He chuckled before finishing the rest of his bottle.

You were all in good spirits as you reminisced over old times, remembering how embarrassed Arthur had gotten when Dutch brought up how he used to take baths with the gangs favourite member, Copper, the old canine resting near the fire, close by Arthur’s legs. You all bragged about how successful the day had gone, leading to Dutch giving one of his speeches about his Utopia, all of you nearly groaning when he stood from his chair and did the unspoken arm gesture that said he was going to be none stop talking for the next half-hour.

The whole time Dutch was speaking, you’re hazy eyes had wondered over to Arthur sat opposite you from across the campfire, his face bathed in an orange glow, your gaze locked onto the top of his shirt, his top few buttons undone to reveal the light dusting of dark chest hair that disappeared under his tight shirt, you protested internally at the fact his arms were covered by his jacket, hoping to ogle at the way you were certain the tight fabric would accentuate his biceps. His gorgeous face was directed towards Dutch, giving you a delicious view of his side-profile, his chiselled jawline making you wet your bottom lip slightly, you had lifted the bottle of rum to your lips and had been mid-swig when you glanced back up to watch his face properly.. your heart dropping when you realised he was side-eyeing you, catching you red-handed leering at him. You immediately lost control of your gag reflex as you started violently coughing, clutching your chest as you spluttered. Dutch had stopped speaking for a moment as everyone had directed their attention on you, Hosea had even leaned over from his stool to hit you on your back as an attempt to clear your airways, you managed to compose yourself a moment later, Hosea’s hand still patting your back which made you want to die in humiliation.

“M’fine..!” You rasped, holding your hands up to Hosea as he obviously hadn’t gotten the memo that his incessant back-hitting was unnecessary, you didn’t dare look up to Arthur, the awkward tension that everyone else hadn’t picked up on making you pray for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.

“Where was I?” Dutch asked rhetorically with a chuckle, you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand as you felt a blush creep up your neck, he opened his mouth to continue before another voice cut in.

“Has anyone seen John?” Annabelle questioned, making you all swivel around in your seats to scan the area of the camp as you all realised Marston had been gone for a suspicious amount of time. Then you remembered.

“Said he was goin’ for a piss ‘bout a quarter of an hour ago.” You sighed as you recalled how he had hobbled over to the trees surrounding camp, the senior members had allowed him to lightly indulge in your victory drinking, the boy clearly not being able to hold his liquor as he stumbled away after declaring he was going to do his business, without so much as a thought from the others. You stood from your seat on unstable legs, your head spinning for a moment. “Kid probably got lost in the woods. M’gonna go take a look..” you slurred and started walking slowly towards the tree line, everyone else humming in approval at your idea before going back to chattering and drinking with each other, you started to feel the cold bite of the air on your skin as moved further away from the radiating heat of the fire.

You glanced over your shoulder as you heard a pair of footsteps follow behind you, when you turned you saw Arthur moving to catch up with you. You gave him a questioning look.

“Shouldn’t be goin’ off inta’ the woods by yourself when you’re all boozed up.”

“You ain’t exactly sober, Mr Morgan.”

“Two drunks must be better then one, right?” He laughed before ungraciously grabbing a repeater that was placed on top of one of the crates you walked past.

“S’that really necessary?” You asked him sarcastically as you descended further into the trees, taking another sip from the bottle of rum that was clumsily swinging by your sides, walking further away from camp. You watched as he uncoordinatedly swung the strap of the gun over his shoulder.

“Kinda is when you’ve jus’ robbed five-thousand dollars from a bank an’ are on the run from the federal government, sweetheart.” He chuckled at his dry joke.

“Y’wouldn’t even be able to shoot the thing wit’ all the booze you been chucking back.” You replied messily with a grin as you pushed a tree branch out of the way of your face.

“Yer one to talk, an’ I’ll have you know I’m one of the best gunslingers in the west, sweetheart.” He said smugly, the pet-name sending a wave through your stomach.

“That’so?”

“Sure is.”

You both walked for a beat in a comfortable silence, forgetting while you were out here momentarily as the thought of being alone in the woods with Arthur started to ring in your head, sober-you would be scolding yourself right now to not do anything stupid. You were dragged out your drunken thoughts for a moment when you spotted white dots scattered along the dirt beneath you.

“Oh!” You gasped loudly, Arthur spinning around immediately, nearly falling on his ass as his impaired body seemed to take it’s time catching up with his brain-signals. Thinking something was wrong, he stared at you in confusion when he saw you crouched down to inspect the ground.

“Jesus, girl!” He sighed a breath of relief, his fuzzy mind immediately thinking to the possibility of danger outside the comfort of camp. “Don’ do that!”

“Look Arthur.” You ignored him, a child-like excitement in your tone as he moved closer to you, bending down slightly to see what you were looking at. “Daisies..” you carefully brushed your fingertip over the delicate petal, Arthur taking a moment to fawn over you, thinking you were absolutely adorable, “they’re my favourite.” You told him as you shot him a bright smile. He faltered for a moment at the way you looked up at him before shaking himself out of it and offering his palm out for you to take, your soft hand wrapping around his as he hauled you back up to your feet.

“Tha’s real cute, princess.” He mocked as you furrowed your brows at him, your mouth opening on it’s own accord.

“Stop with the names.” You said bluntly, he immediately tensed up at your words, instant regret filling him at the thought that he’d made you uncomfortable. “Don’ say ‘em if you don’t mean it..” you grumbled as you stepped onwards.

“Whatchu’ mean?”

“Y’know what i mean.”

“I do not, actually.” He let out a nervous laugh, maybe from the embarrassment of being scolded by you, or maybe from liquor going to his head, he didn’t know.

“Don’ say it if you ain’t gonna kiss me.” You explained as if it were obvious, your focus being more on trying to carefully step over tree roots rather than on the blushing giant behind you. He felt his heart pang at hearing the words leave your lips, oh how he’d very much like to kiss you.

“Do-“ he stuttered slightly. “-Do ya want me to kiss ya?” He asked, hopefulness in his chest. You just shrugged and moved onward, he cleared his suddenly-dry throat before he fell back into step behind you.

You started to feel the chill of dusk spread on your upper-back, the cold covering you like a blanket. Arthur had seen you visibly shiver and noticed the goosebumps forming on your smooth skin.

“Here, can’t have ya freezin’ to death on me.” You heard him rasp as a warmth suddenly draped over your shoulders, the scent of pine and tobacco filling your nose instantaneously, when you turn around you see Arthur looking down at you, an unreadable expression on his face as he pulls his jacket over your front more securely.

“Thanks.” You mumbled as you keep eye-contact, nearly getting lost in the beautiful blue of his irises, you’d never seen his eyes this up-close before. You weren’t more than thirty-steps away from camp, the light from the numerous fires still slightly lighting up Arthur’s face, you took your eyes off of him as you tilted your head upwards and took a considerate mouthful of your rum, the burning sensation didn’t even make itself known, your throat having been numbed hours ago when you’d first started partying. Unbeknownst to you, a small drop had escaped from the corner of your mouth, dribbling down your chin, Arthur’s eyes glued onto it as it tracked down the length of your neck, stopping directly on the top of your bust. He gawked for a moment before racking his brain for a reply.

“Don’ mention it, princess.”

“What I say, Morgan?”- you barely got your sentence out before Arthur’s face suddenly came to yours, his plush lips pressing against your own, you nearly squealed in surprise, Arthur’s heart was pounding in his ears as he barely moved further- waiting to see your reaction - and after your fuzzy mind processed what was happening you wasted no time reciprocating his tender kiss. Your brain going blank as he angled his head to the side so the brim of his hat wouldn’t knock into your head. His warm kisses quickly transition into a searing-passion as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, tasting the liquor and tobacco on him. It’s scorching, heavy. Sucking the soft mewls that stream from you as he meets them with his own, guttural groans. You collapse into pliability as he kisses – no, devours – you.

He manoeuvres your head, tilting it to the right, so he can push further onto you. It takes all that is in you to breathe, clinging desperately to the front of his shirt – for purchase, for plea – and relinquish all your control as his light stubble rubs your face raw. And you soon feel the weight of the tree behind you meet your back, thankfully his jacket was protecting your skin from the sharp pieces of bark sticking out the wood. His hands snake around your waist, palms spreading on the expanse of your back under his warm jacket. Your hands moving to lock themselves behind the nape of his neck, holding onto him as if he would disappear if you didn’t hold him tight enough.

He broke apart from your sticky mouth, ducking his head down to collect the liquid that was drying onto your flesh, his hot tongue starting at the top of your breast before trailing up the path of your neck as your crown hit the bark behind you; giving him better access as you sighed in bliss. A moment later his face was back at yours as he messily licked into your mouth, sharing the bitter taste of the rum that was on your skin.

Arthur didn’t know what had overcome him, he’d never kissed a woman like this - hell, not even a working girl at the saloon had received the passion he was giving you right now - he wanted to blame the booze on his confidence, but the clear answer was the pent-up frustration he felt of having waited so long to taste you.

“Shit!” You both heard a voice to your left, your intoxicated brains lacking the usually fast-response of hearing an unexpected noise. You made a messy attempt of untangling yourself from each other all while your foggy eyes adjusted to see whoever the hell had dared interrupted you, you’d clocked on that it was John as soon as his irritating laugh had filled your ears - suddenly remembering he was the whole reason you were even out here in the first place - dread filling your insides when you took in the severity of the situation.

You and Arthur had kissed.

You’d partaken in a very obscene make out session with Arthur Morgan.

And a fourteen-year old John Marston had just caught you practically licking each other’s faces off like a pair of cats.

Arthur quickly stepped away from you, as if your lingering-touch had burned him, he grumbled under his breath as you both realised you felt completely clear-headed, like you had not drank enough alcohol to satisfy a whole saloon. You stood there dumbfounded as John had finally started to compose himself, his hand outstretched to lean his weight on a tree as he caught his breath from his wheezing, as he angled his head down you started to notice the light trail of crimson falling into his brow, a mild-looking scratch of his forehead.

Arthur kept his head low, his face burning a furious red and not daring to look at you, he hid his face under the brim of his hat as he swiftly started moving away from you, wrapping the boys bicep in a firm but gentle grip, dragging him away from you and back towards the light of the camp. John was stumbling next to him, trying to keep up with his long strides as he started rambling to Arthur; something a long the lines of ‘bout’ damn time’ reached your ears.

You stood there for what seemed like a millenium, mouth agape as you were utterly dumbfounded, the alcohol infused thoughts slowly starting to seep in as you finally forced your feet to move you back to camp.

Kissing Arthur seemed like only a fantasy - a sweet day-dream as you lounged around camp on a hot summers day, that or either a steamy scenario while you touched yourself in the privacy of your tent late at night.- never you would’ve thought you would actually be able to taste him, or that he would want to even indulge in you like that.

A million questions raced through your mind - what does this mean? What do you do now? Do you go and find him? Does he already regret it? - you finally stumbled back into the clearing of your camp, hearing the slopping singing of your fellow gang members as they continued in their celebrating, unaware of the heavy randevu you and Arthur had just had in the middle of the woods.

You looked around the camp as quick as your delayed thought-process would let you, not seeing the cowboy anywhere, instead you got a glimpse of John sat on a chair as Susan scolded him, dabbing a rag to his bleeding head as he slurred excuses, she was also berating some of the senior members for letting the boy partake in some little alcohol consumption in the first place.

The last thing you wanted was the join the others again and forget about what just happened, you quietly made your way back to your tent, shutting the world out behind the flaps of the canopy. You didn’t feel as joyous as you did when the night first started, the adrenaline of the robbery you’d succeeded in had long worn off. You so wanted to enjoy the giddy school-girl feeling at the fact you’d kissed your long-term attachment, but the fact that Arthur had so quickly ran-off and wasn’t even waiting for you back at camp plagued your thoughts with doubts and insecurities you did not want to have to deal with right now.

You wondered if he was in his own tent, thinking the same things as you - or was he just hiding from you as he was embarrassed of himself for stupidly kissing you.

He did kiss you. He initiated the kiss, that had to mean something, right? - that little bit of hopefulness made a small smile twitch your lips as you laid down on your cot, bringing your fingertips to brush against your lips as you couldn’t get it out your mind the way his felt against yours.

It surprisingly didn’t take you long to fall asleep, chalking it up the alcohol you’d drank, you felt like you weren’t even asleep for that long, in a satisfying and dreamless slumber.

“Come on, git!” The jarring voice rattled your brain as your eyes snapped open, and unluckily where you were laid meant a very bright and harsh sunbeam lasered  directly onto your cornea. You sat up quickly as the very snappy voice of Miss Grimshaw continued ringing in your ears, your head immediately screaming at you as you sat upright on your cot. “What did I tell you last night? It’s only you that’s gon’ regret drinkin’ so much! Now get up and get to work, this camp ain’t gonna run itself!” She all but screamed at you, you groaned as you squinted your eyes, rubbing the sockets with your palms until you begun to see stars. You finally heard Susan’s footsteps depart with the harsh sound of your tent flaps whooshing back and worth - as they’d probably been yanked by the wench to empathise her desire for you to get up.

You slowly removed your hands from your face, luckily the fabric of your tent dimmed the morning sunlight from your sensitive eyes, you sat there for a moment as you contemplated with yourself whether you felt like you needed to hurl or not, the ‘yes’ side becoming more tempting as the events of last nights flooded your brain like a tsunami; the embarrassment you felt made you want to get taken away by the current of your figurative wave.

It wasn’t embarrassment that you had kissed Arthur - No, you’d be fooling no one if you said it was something you didn’t want to happen - but the fact that now you had to somehow face him when you were very unclear about how he felt on the situation - that’s if he even remembered it considering he was just as boozed up as you had been.

You decided you couldn’t sit there forever, and you were dreading the thought of Miss Grimshaw returning to inevitably strangle you for not getting up. You forced yourself to dress into more comfortable clothes, feeling the relief of removing the tight corset - as you’d forgotten to take it off before sleeping.

You had to give yourself a moment when you finally stood up straight, your thick head battling with your every move, you then begun to search for your hat, in hopes of the brim blocking any bright light from directly hitting you in the eyes. But your hand froze as you went to lift it from the small table you kept by your cot. Next to it was a small heap of white and green.

Daises..

A little bundle of daisies sat on top of the table surface, and under closer inspection you could see they’d been tightly -but very carefully - wrapped together with a small piece of old ribbon, a messy attempt at a bow holding the flowers together. You picked them up slowly and tentatively, acting as if they were fine glass that would shatter as any firmer hold.

You felt your heart warming and tears begin to fill your dry eyes as you brought the plants to your face, the soft and cool petals tickling your cheeks and the tip of your nose as you inhaled the sweet scent of them.

You were grinning like an idiot, your cheeks aching from how big your smile was, a million different questions suddenly all had an answer to them.. an answer you’d waited over half-a decade to hear. And suddenly no doubts played in your mind, even the hangover you were feeling had washed away as you wasted no more time to exit your tent, the bright sun not even phasing you as you walked with an extra skip in your step, determined to find Arthur, the daises still held securely to your chest.

*ೃ༄ *ೃ༄ *ೃ༄ *ೃ༄ *ೃ༄

Arthur shut his journal, as much as he’d love nothing more than to sit and recollect over the times that made you both into the people that you are, and who you were together, he knew he had things to do. You were already up and out of the cabin, helping the girls with chores, he wanted to go and find you just to see your sweet face, but he remembered that he needed to go and see Pearson on how you were running on food, and that meant he’d probably be spending his day out hunting for game.

Alas, he figured he could continue his memories later on -hopefully with you curled into his side as you both laughed and pined over the fond memories you had- and with that he got up and prepared to venture out into the snow.

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A/N: i ending up getting too carried away with the past, it was meant to be a quick flashback but I enjoyed coming up with the beginning of Arthur and readers love story wayyy too much lol

Btw here’s an edit I made before, it’s also on my tiktok - @ang31.cc

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I have no idea why it’s so off beat in here 😑

[harrypoppinss]

𝕸𝖚𝖑𝖙𝖎𝖋𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

ℝ𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟! 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕞𝕚𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖!

Fandoms that are included in this masterlist: Supernatural, Red Dead Redemption, The Hobbit, LOTR(𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷), The Walking Dead(𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷)

Smut - 💋

Angst - 💧

Fluff - ✨

Request - 🫶🏻

✩`  🎀  𝒮𝓊𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓃𝓉𝒶𝓊𝓇𝒶𝓁  🎀  `✩

🍌  🎀  𝒟𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝒲𝒾𝓃𝒸𝒽𝑒𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇  🎀  🍌

My Savior- Getting kidnapped is bad, that much is obvious. But getting kidnapped by a nest if vampires? Is undeniably worse. ✨

Insecure - How Dean would be with a insecure partner. 💧

𝓡𝓮𝓭 𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓡𝓮𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓾𝓻 𝓜𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓪𝓷

Ashes - You finally visit your lovers grave after the fall of the Van der Linde gang. 💧

A Fresh Start -  After successfully escaping the grasps of the Pinkerton’s, you and your boyfriend seek out the life you always dreamt of.  💋✨

A well needed reunion - After a job went sour you had to hold out and wait. 💧💋

Our darling girl - Your husband makes arrangements to take you and your daughter out for a day in valentine. ✨

Reunited -  After getting shot on the mission to kill Micha, you end up seeing some familiar faces that you haven’t seen in a while.  💧 ✨

𝓓𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓥𝓪𝓷 𝓓𝓮𝓻 𝓛𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮

Betrayal - After the surprising return of an injured John, you quickly find out the dark side of you long time lover. 💧

Collision - Dutch Van der Linde was one of the most notorious gang leaders in the west, that was until he caught wind of you.

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓢𝓶𝓲𝓽𝓱

Comfort - Charles comforts you after you start to doubt the security of the gang. 💧

˜”*°•.˜”*°• Five Nights at Freddys •°*”˜.•°*”˜

𝓕𝓸𝔁𝔂

An unexpected visitor -  you convinced your mom to get you the last foxy plushie on the shelf, being a fan since you were a kid, but… there’s a reason it always ended up back on that shelf.

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓗𝓸𝓫𝓫𝓲𝓽

Headcanons:

How the Dwarfs show PDA - Headcanons on how some of the Dwarfs show their affection towards you. 

I’ll trade you a kiss for a hug - Fili Durin x gn!reader ✨🫶🏻

Empty Promises - Kili Durin x AFAB!reader 💧

[hihomeghere]

Fishing in the dark | Arthur Morgan / Reader

Word Count : 1.3k (a little guy) Summary : You and Arthur have a private evening away from camp on the Dakota River. Warnings/tags : Cursing, unprotected piv, talk of nudity (both male and female), cursing, reader can swim, s3x in the river, established relationship, set in chapter 3

The Dakota River was now your favorite place to be at sunset. The cool breeze coming off the sparkling water, your body cushioned by the bed of grass. The way the setting sun cast a golden light over everything it touched.

Getting away from the gang for a while had been Arthur’s greatest idea yet. After all that mess in Valentine had led you to Clemens point. Sat on the east coast of Flat Iron lake, near the town of Rhodes. Getting eaten alive by mosquitos while the heat of the Scarlett Meadows sun beat down on you.

And although you thought maybe a room in Rhodes would have been a better way to keep each other company, you couldn’t beat this view.

Arthur stood on the shore, fishing pole in hand. His tall silhouette dark against the golden light, his shadow growing longer on the rocks. What a sight, every subtle flick of his wrist, his bicep tensing and he pulled on the pole. You didn’t even know why he was still fishing so late. He had already caught dinner, which you had prepared over a small fire. While along the shore you had picked some burdock root and common bulrush for camp, knowing that Miss Grimshaw could find some use for the plants. At long last the sun fell below the horizon, a sliver of burnt amber spreading across the sky before being enveloped by a dark blue. The moon slowly rose above you. A beautiful yellow spotlight peeking through the trees.

Arthur stood, still as a statue, as though he was carved of marble. A wicked thought entered your head, slowly you moved to unlace your boots. Pulling them off until you could dig your toes into the grassy floor beneath you. Then you untied the strings to your skirt. Letting the fabric fall, along with your shirt. Leaving you standing in only your chemise, and it wasn’t long before that was discarded as well.

Arthur had heard the slight rustling of fabric behind him, but he was honestly too preoccupied with the pole in his hands. Enjoying the quiet serenity of the river. That was until you ran butt ass naked into it.

“Darlin!” He yelled his eyes widening in shock as your laughter joined the sound of water splashing.

“Come on cowboy!” You called submerged to your waist, your breasts above the water for any passersby to see. Maybe it wasn’t your best idea yet, the freezing water chilling your bones.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He chuckled, unfortunately amused by your actions even though he knew he shouldn’t be.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” You called back, teeth chattering by the sudden drop in temperature.

“It looks like you’re giving anyone that passes through a free peep show.” He called his hand resting on his gun belt as he not so casually adjusted himself. You stepped back further into the dark water until only your shoulders and up were visible.

“When did you become such a prude?” You chided a teasing smile on your lips.

“When someone could lay eyes on my woman.” He said laying down his pole, crossing his arms over his chest. You felt a shiver run down your spine, whether it was from his words or the cold water you couldn’t tell.

“Well get in here and claim your woman before someone else does!” You called, a shit eating grin spreading across your face.

Arthur sighed, looking down as the brim of his hat shielded most of his face from you. Your grin only grew as he unbuckled his gun belt, letting it fall to the ground. He pulled his suspenders off his broad shoulders. He shook his head, his own grin growing on his face as he began to pull off his clothes.

“You’re gonna get it girl.” He warned, his eyes taking on a dark haze. His lips pulling back into a smirk, looking down at you like prey. An electric shock of anticipation ran up your body as he finally pulled off the last layer, his cock springing up against his stomach. He stepped forward, wading into the water. “Jesus!” He yelped, a shiver running through him.

“It’s not that bad!” You called with a laugh.

“Not that-“ He shook his head, “Christ I can’t feel my toes.” He muttered swimming over to you, his arm wrapping around you pulling you close. You wrapped your legs around his waist as you held onto his shoulders

“Hey there.” You grin, watching the water droplets run down his face.

“Howdy.” He muses, you place your hands on his chest, feeling his heart beat against your palm.

“Still cold?” You ask sweetly.

“Very.” He chuckles.

“I think I could warm you up.” You say biting your lip.

“Please do.” He says softly as you lean forward. Your nose bumping against his as you stare him down. He leans forward pressing his lips against yours. His tongue swiping along your lower lip as he pressed you down onto his pelvis. Clenching around nothing as his cock bumped against the nub of your clit, a soft moan leaving your throat.

“I can feel that.” You said softly, biting your lip as you looked into his eyes.

“I’m sure you can.” His chest rumbling as he chuckled. He moved his hand from your waist and reached down between your legs. The tip of his length catching against your entrance. “Think you’re wet enough?” He teases, his teeth glinting in the moonlight as he smirks.

You bite back a rebuttal as he slips inside you with ease, he swallows your gasp as his mouth covers yours. Groaning into your mouth, a deep almost primal noise. One that sends pleasure shooting through your body. You whine as he pulls out slightly, only to press your body down onto his pelvis. His cock rubbing against that spot inside you.

He knows this dance like the back of his hand, how to make you tick, more specifically how to make you scream. The hand that’s not holding your hip with a vice like grip moves up your body, his hands splayed against your stomach. Before reaching up to cup your breast, pinching your nipple.

“Arthur.” You gasp, feeling him rut against you, growling against your neck like a wild animal.

“Feel so good darlin’.” He huffs against your neck, nipping and kissing as he continues his attack on your pussy. His cock thrusting deep strokes against your walls. Your body is buzzing, your toes curling as he brings you closer and closer to your peak. He can feel you flutter around him, his lips quirk up. He moves his hand down to between your legs, rubbing your clit.

You cry out, a pitiful noise as you cum around him. Your nails dig into his shoulders, your brows knit together as your jaw hangs open. He smirks, tilting his head back as a low, shit, leaves his mouth.

His hips start to stutter as he pounds into you, trying to reach his orgasm while you’re still working through yours. He’s quick behind you, his hands holding you so close against him you’re sure you’ll have bruises. He thrusts into you one last time, a choked groan rumbling in his chest. You hold onto him as his dick twitches inside of you. Painting your insides with his seed. You smile up at him lazily, watching his face contort in pleasure.

“Shit darlin’.” He huffs, his chest rising and falling rapidly against your own. The bite of the water is no longer a thought as his warm body presses against yours.

“You warm now, cowboy?” You tease brushing your nose against this neck, pressing a kiss over his pulse point.

“Very.” He chuckles, “But I’d like to get my beautiful girl out of these waters now.” He says grabbing a handful of your ass before throwing you over his shoulder. “I ain’t done with you yet.”

[moeitsu]

The Tie Which Linked My Soul To Thee

Summary: A well deserved hunt with Charles, met with an unexpected surprise back at camp... Ao3   Wattpad Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.6 Ch.7 Ch.8 Ch.9 Ch.10 Tags: Arthur Morgan/Original Female Character, Widowed, Original Character, Mutual Pining, Slow Build, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort, High Honor Arthur Morgan, Friends to Lovers, Child Loss, Trauma, Canon-Typical Violence, Arthur Morgan Does Not Have Tuberculosis, Arthur Morgan Deserves Happiness, Chubby Arthur Morgan, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

CH 5 - My Heart Beats On As Warmly Now

“What began as a journey had become a retreat into the unknown. We were backing into the abyss; so worried our sins would follow us we didn’t bother watching where we walked. And behind us was a cliff.” ~ Elsa Dutton 1883

Arthur’s anger dissolved with the storm, replaced by a heavy sense of regret as he trudged back to camp that evening. All he wanted was to drown his shame in a few bottles of liquor, away from prying eyes, away from the disappointment he felt in himself. He hadn’t intended for Kate to see that side of him, not yet at least. And certainly not against a sickly innocent man. He let his anger and frustrations get the better of him. Like he switched on auto-pilot and let the outlaw in him take control. He worried now that Kate might actually leave, and he blamed himself for that.

Swiftly, he made his way to the crate of beer bottles behind the chuck wagon, grabbing a few before retreating to his tent. He craved solitude, a respite from the demands of camp life, from the weight of his own mistakes.

Seated on his cot, a beer wedged between his legs, Arthur opened his journal, the one constant in his life since Dutch and Hosea taught him to read and write. It was his confidant, his sanctuary in a world of chaos. John always gave him shit for it growing up, calling him a pansy and constantly trying to snoop in his personal entries. 

Despite being in a gang for most of his life, he still felt incredibly lonely. There weren't many people he would truly open up to. So his journal became that person. It was the one thing that did not judge him, ever. But even as he poured his thoughts onto the page, he longed for a human connection, someone to truly understand him.  

Hosea and Dutch had been like parents to him, raising him from a young age in the ways of the outlaw. They had their flaws, but they had also shown him kindness and guidance when he needed it most. He always saw Hosea as his father, he would consider Dutch his father too, although he was more like an older brother at times. Hosea was probably the only person who truly knew Arthur, and saw the things he wished not to speak about. Neither parent was perfect by any means, and Arthur could recognize that. But even as an adult, there is still a child inside that longs for the comfort of a father. 

It was that fatherly instinct that drove Hosea to Arthurs tent that night.

“Evening Arthur,” he greeted, holding open the tent flap, “may I come in?” 

He put down his journal and nodded. Gesturing for Hosea to join him on his cot. 

“I noticed Kate didn’t ride back with you, is she okay out in this storm?” He inquired.

Arthur smiled with a slight shake of his head, that's Hosea for you. Always worried about others, here he was checking on his son but was more concerned about the lady he left behind. 

“I’m sure she’s fine, saw her heading into Valentine,” he answered, taking a sip of his beer. He handed one of the full bottles to Hosea as the older gentleman sat down.

“I take it things didn't go well then,” he said with a hint of sympathy.

Arthur sighed, “when do they ever.” 

As they sat together in the dim light, the rain drumming softly on the canvas roof, Arthur felt a sense of comfort in Hosea’s presence. He didn’t need to explain himself, didn’t need to justify his actions. Hosea simply listened, offering silent support.

“I don’t know why I do it,” he confessed, his voice barely above a whisper. “The man was sick and weak, I should've just given him a warning.” Arthur concluded with a shake of his head. 

Hosea sighed knowingly. “I think you can blame your fathers for that son,” taking a sip to clear his throat, “Dutch and I did what we thought was best at the time and well, you were quite impressionable when you were young. We used that to our advantage to turn you into a grade A outlaw.” He said gently with honesty. 

Arthur chuckled at the memories of his youth, before John came along he was the golden child. He used to love it when Dutch would teach him how to pick locks, or when Hosea taught him a whole book of curse words. Had he not been the son of outlaws, his life would’ve looked very differently. 

“We’ll always be thieves,” he mused with a hint of nostalgia, “only difference now is that the world don't want us no more.” 

Hosea nodded, silently agreeing, “We're doomed just like every other creature on this rock Arthur,” he remarked with a wry smile. “I just wish I had acquired that wisdom at less of a price.” 

After a moment of contemplative silence, Arthur spoke, his voice heavy with regret. "I just wish I’d done things differently," he admitted, his gaze fixed on the floor. His remorse mixed with his actions at the Downes ranch, and for every mistake he’s made in the past that led him here. 

Hosea laid a comforting hand on Arthur's shoulder, a silent gesture of understanding. "We can't change the past, son," he said gently. "All we can do is learn from it and strive to do better in the future."

Arthur nodded, the weight of Hosea's words settling over him like a blanket of reassurance. "I don't want to be the kind of man who hurts others for no good reason," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I want to be better, for Kate, for everyone."

Hosea squeezed Arthur's shoulder affectionately before rising to his feet. “She’ll come around, son.” He offered a parting reminder, “underneath it all, you have a good heart.”

Before he disappeared into the night, Hosea turned back with a final piece of news. “By the way, your brother wants to speak with you about using that oil cart you found to rob the train tomorrow night.”

Arthur scoffed, shaking his head. “He ain’t my brother,” he muttered disdainfully.

Hosea chuckled. “Well, you two sure argue like brothers. G’night, Arthur.”

He tipped his head to the old man as he left, “night Pa.” 

Arthur laid back on his cot, tucking his journal into his satchel when something small and round fell out and made a soft pitter on the ground. When he looked down he saw the peach pit, the one Kate gave him on her first night. He reached to pick up the small seed. His thumb ran over its hard wrinkles. 

He held it tight to his chest, and silently promised he would make things right with Kate. If he ever saw her again. 

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Kate took in a deep breath of the crisp morning air, reveling in the freshness that lingered after the storm had passed in the night. The scent of newly sprouted grass and moist earth filled her senses, while dew-kissed leaves sparkled under the gentle caress of the rising sun. A light breeze danced around her, carrying the promise of spring on its wings. It felt like the start of something new as if the world itself was awakening alongside her. It was the perfect day for a ride.

She met Charles in the early morning, exactly where he said he’d be. Waiting for her to begin their journey into the wild lands in hopes of finding a fresh hunt. They were a few hours into their journey now, heading north into Ambarino to hunt cow elk. Just one 200 pound elk is enough to feed the entire camp for a month. Maybe more. It was a day's ride there and back, short enough to keep the meat fresh in time. 

With a satisfied sigh, Kate exhaled the tension from her shoulders, “this is exactly what I needed Charles, thank you.”

Charles smiled warmly, guiding his horse closer to hers. "Thanks for joining me, Kate," he replied, his own gratitude evident in his tone.

With her face tilted to the sun, she savored the moment. Allowing Lorena to guide her. A silent trust shared between them, that her mare will take her where she needs to go. “You know, I always thought you preferred hunting alone. I never see anyone go with you.” Kate remarked, eyes still closed in bliss. 

Charles nodded thoughtfully. "Arthur and I have gone together a few times, but other than that, I don't seek much company from the others," he admitted, his words tinged with honesty. It was clear that while he valued his fellow gang members, solitude was his preferred companion in the wild.

“That why you’re always so quiet?” She inquired, innocently. 

Charles chuckled softly. "If the choice is folks thinking I'm dumb but not knowing for sure, and folks knowing I'm dumb because I sound like them, I think I'd rather keep them wondering," he explained with a grin. The confidence in his voice a testament to his strength. 

Kate chuckled, her eyes reflecting understanding. "I get that. Sometimes it's better to keep people guessing," she replied. Under her breath she added, “I know some of those men can be pretty dumb,” loud enough for Charles to hear.

Charles exclaimed in frustration, “tell me about it! All this death and for what? Just so we can have enough money to be able to run from what we've done?” 

Kate pondered for a moment, she still didn't know what happened all those weeks ago that drove the gang of outlaws here. It was the one piece of information they didn’t talk about around her. Perhaps Charles would share the missing pieces. “What happened to everyone to cause you to run?” Her tone colored with genuine curiosity. 

As Charles recounted the events of that fateful day, Kate couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness for what they must have been through. The gang did not like to talk about Blackwater, and the consequences must have been devastating.

"It was a fucking execution," he began, his voice tinged with regret. "We thought it would a simple job robbing a ferry, carrying payroll. But there were civilians too." Kate could already imagine where this led. $5000 for his head alone, the words echoed in her mind. 

“We raised a lot of hell that day, and things got out of control. Next thing we know, the Pinkertons are on us along with the law. And everyone just starts shooting. I don't know which one of us shot first but that's all it took. There were passengers caught in the crossfire.” He shook his head with disappointment. She couldn't imagine the terror those innocent people must have felt as they found themselves caught in the chaos. 

“Dutch he,” Charles hesitated, “he killed a young girl. Just to get the law off him. And no one batted an eye.” His voice heavy with emotion. Her stomach churned at the thought of such senseless violence. “We lost three good people, and John barely made it out alive.”

He turned, facing her, "I don't kill for fun Kate; I kill when I need to," he urged, his tone pleading. It was clear that he was grappling with the moral implications of their actions, and Kate couldn't help but admire his integrity in the face of such darkness. One so hauntingly familiar. 

“Arthur came out different after Blackwater,” he added with a sigh. 

“Being an outlaw can’t be easy,” Kate added, trying to lighten the mood. She understood the hardships and turmoil that came with senseless violence. 

Charles huffed and shook his head at the memory, “easy certainly wasn't in the job description.” 

As they rode on, the weight of their conversation hung heavy between them. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were all running from something far greater than the law. A feeling she was not immune to. 

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Their hunt had been successful, tracking and swiftly killing a massive elk. They settled in for a fire and camped near a lake for the night. Enjoying fresh fish for dinner. In the morning they tied their game to the back of Taima, and began their journey back to camp. Kate’s spirit felt lightened in a way, the two of them spent most of the night sharing stories. And she realized she and Charles had a lot in common. A gentle reminder that she is not entirely alone in her struggles. 

The ride home went by quickly, and with the sun tickling the horizon, they arrived at the great plains of New Hanover, and eventually, the familiar overlook. 

As they rode into camp, the air was thick with urgency, Miss Grimshaw's voice cutting through the chaos. "Alright girls, everything into the wagons, now!" she barked, her tone sharp. 

Charles swiftly brought their kill to the chuck wagon, while Kate hurriedly dismounted and rushed to join the flurry of activity. The girls worked frantically, packing crates with blankets and clothing, fear etched on their faces.

"What's happening?" Kate asked, her voice tinged with concern.

Mary-Beth paused in her task, her expression grim. "Arthur and John got into trouble with the law in Valentine," she explained, her hands moving quickly. "Dutch says we need to leave, fast."

A surge of panic swept over Kate at the thought of Arthur and John in danger. "Did they get caught?" she asked, her heart pounding.

Mary-Beth shook her head. "I don't know," she admitted, sympathy in her eyes. "But we have to go."

As Kate’s mind began to spiral with the worst outcomes imaginable, a voice rose above the commotion. Speaking of the man himself. 

Dutch's voice cut through the chaos. "Charles!" he called out, his tone urgent. "Find Arthur at Dewberry Creek, we need a new hideout." Charles turned on his heel with a nod, mounting Taima and taking off back down the trail they came in on only a moment ago. 

With his words she felt a sudden sense of relief, Arthur is okay. Their last conversation weighed heavy on her heart. And she would be damned if that was the last time they spoke. 

Dutch's voice commanded attention once more. "When they give us the all clear, we move out! Let's get to work, people!" he shouted.

Mary-Beth and Tilly went back to their work and left Kate alone with her thoughts. She returned to her belongings, packing quickly. But her moment of respite was short-lived as a sickeningly familiar voice cut through the air like a bullet.

“Well hello Kate,” Micah said with disdain and arrogance. 

“I don’t have time for your bullshit Micah,” Kate retorted, her patience wearing thin. 

Micah advanced, his eyes blazing with hostility. "Funny how you show up right when trouble finds us," he taunted.

Kate scoffed, the idea completely absurd, “you idiots robbed a fucking train, did you seriously expect a welcome home party?” She shot back, her voice filled with sarcasm.

Micah's gaze narrowed. "We were set up in Valentine, someone ratted us out," he growled, his words dripping with bitterness. 

“I was just hunting with Charles,” she explained, not bothering to hide the bite in her voice, she refused to play his game. 

Micah approached with malice, his fist twitched at his side, ready to pull his pistol any moment. "Well Charles ain't here now,” he gestured around the camp, “and we think it was you," he hissed, the accusation cutting through the chaos.

Realization dawned on her that he was setting her up, but the reason why was still unclear. “And when Charles comes back he can testify to that,” she spat, turning to continue her packing. 

He closed the distance between them with predatory grace. In one swift motion, he raised his pistol. Before Kate could react, the butt of the gun connected with her temple, sending a searing pain shooting through her skull. Stars exploded behind her eyelids as she stumbled backward, the world spinning dizzily around her. Darkness threatened to engulf her. 

As she struggled to regain her bearings, Micah loomed over her, a twisted smirk playing across his lips, “we’ll be long gone by the time they come back princess.” 

With a sickening thud, Kate's head hit the ground, the impact reverberating through her skull. As the world faded into blackness, she felt herself being pulled into an abyss of darkness. The last sound echoing in her ears was the distant whinny of Lorena, a mournful cry that seemed to fade into the void. 

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The commotion of the camp kept her drifting in and out of consciousness for the next hour. She heard Abigail's voice call out to Kate in concern, and Micah snapped back warning her to keep her distance. She also realized her wrists had been bound along with her ankles, with Micah standing guard over her like a dog. Like she could run away in this state anyways. 

The darkness began to creep in again, and in a moment she awoke and Micah was gone. It was almost dark and she was in a different spot now, away from the center of camp and behind the tree line. That fucking bastard tried to leave me here. She thought with bitterness. 

In the midst of the chaos, a familiar voice pierced through the camp, but Kate's mind was still swimming in a fog of confusion. Wagons rattled as they hurriedly departed the overlook, leaving Kate struggling to make sense of the commotion. Summoning all her strength, she pushed herself up onto her knees, squinting through the haze.

Then, like a beacon in the night, Arthur's horse appeared, Belle’s white coat gleaming amidst the darkness. With a surge of relief, Kate locked eyes with Arthur, who rushed over to her side, his expression etched with concern.

Her consciousness flickered like a dim candle in the wind as she slowly regained awareness. The throbbing pain in her head was a harsh reminder of what had just transpired. Blinking away the haze, her vision blurry.

"Kate? Are you alright?" Arthur's voice cut through the fog, filled with concern as he took in the sight of her bound wrists and ankles. Swiftly dismounting Belle and pulling a knife from his belt to cut her free. 

Her head throbbed as she recounted what happened and she felt sick in the stomach. She couldn’t stay with them anymore, not after this. Micah was a real problem, and if what Charles told her about Blackwater is true, then Dutch is likely the same. 

“I’m okay,” she answered wearily, “Micah set me up,” a hint of fear mixed with rage creeped into her voice. Arthur helped her rise to her feet, just as the last wagons were leaving the overlook. Without missing a beat she turned to find her horse. 

Arthur was slightly taken aback, unsure if she was still upset with him from the nights before, all while trying to make sense as to why Micah had set her up. 

“I-I’m sorry Kate,” he pleaded, “I shoulda been here,” his voice was laced with remorse. His strides quickened as he closed the distance between them. Kate's heart clenched at the sincerity in his voice, but she knew she couldn't stay.

“It’s not your fault,” she reassured, “but I have to leave.” She decided in the moment, ripping the bandaid clean off. She longed to stay with Arthur and the gang, but she no longer wanted part in this trouble. “Goodbye Arthur,” she bid him a solemn farewell.

“Kate,” he called out, desperation filling the air. He wanted to stop her, to grab her and beg her to explain what happened with Micah. But the look in her eyes told him everything he needed to know, she had made up her mind. So all he could do was stand and watch as she rode off. 

She clutched at Lorena’s reins, taking off in the same direction as the wagons, intending to ride past them and make her way to Rhodes, hopefully putting enough distance between them so she could get her bearings and be on the move again. Her heart raced with adrenaline and disappointment. Things could not have taken a turn for the worst. 

She used the darkness to her advantage, slipping away from the wagons as they took a path down following the railroad tracks, while Kate veered off towards the twin stacks. As she climbed altitude she watched the wagons below, specifically watching Arthur take off behind them, his mare flying through the train of carts and horses like a butterfly dancing between flowers. 

She paused for a moment, letting herself consider that perhaps she wasn't just running away out of fear, but something else as well. She thought about the girls, and Charles, who had just become a dear friend after their hunting trip. She thought about Abigail, who must be clutching little Jack close to her heart at this moment, praying John will see his family out of this alive. Her last conversation with Arthur still ate at her heart, so many words went unspoken that she wished she had said that night. 

Memories of her past came back in waves along with the painful throb of where she had been hit with Micah’s gun. Her fear, mixed with her disappointment and anger. A reminder of her own weakness. 

Yet, she decided long ago that she would never live in that kind of world again, where the weak would rather guilt the strong than become strong themselves. This world doesn’t care what the weak want. This world eats the weak. Therefore, she became strong. 

The sudden sound of gun fire dragged her from her thoughts, she rode farther up the slope looking for the source of the noise. She saw in the distance the tiny images of wagons and horses, and a group of raiders descending to their location.. 

Gripping the reins with such ferocity, Lorena reared on her hind legs as Kate spun her around and took off back down the slope. She would not let death sink its venomous teeth into the belly of another. 

[spongeyspot]

Red Dead Redemption Masterlist

Tags: [Smut 🔥] ; [Angst 🩹] ; [Fluff 🧸] ; [Dark Themes 🖤]

Arthur Morgan

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

1890s!Arthur in the Modern World HCs (Headcanons) (GN! Reader)

John Marston

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

General Modern Hcs (Headcanons)

Javier Escuella

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

General Modern HCs (Headcanons)

Charles Smith

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Lenny Summers

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Dutch Van Der Linde

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Micah Bell

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Sean Macguire

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

General Modern HCs (Headcanons)

Hosea Matthews

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Bill Williamson

Nothing yet!

Kieran Duffy

Nothing yet!

Eagle Flies

Nothing yet!

Mary Beth Gaskill

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Abigail Roberts

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Sadie Adler

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Tilly Jackson

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Karen Jones

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Molly O'Shea

Toxic Traits/ Red Flags HCs (Headcanons) (Fem! Reader)

Run Away With Me (Fem! Reader) 🧸

Poly Pairings

SWF/NSFW Poly Relationship HCs 🔥🧸

(John Marston/Fem!Reader/Abigail Marston)

[mx-pastelwriting]

Kinktober Day 13: Strip Tease

Hosea Matthews x GN! Reader

Summary: Putting on a show for the working man himself in your shared tent.

Warnings: Smut, Strip tease

Kinktober Masterlist

Minors do not interact!

Pushing down on the worn shoulder of Hosea, whose eyes are glued onto your body, stepping back, and looking down at him sitting on your shared bed. Slowly traveling your hands up and under the little clothes you had on to surprise him with.

Slowly pilling up the thin fabric that clothed you, watching as he relaxed back, then moved his hands down to the outline of his hardening cock, welcoming the cold air to nip at your bare skin as Hosea stared at his personal show while palming himself. Moving a little faster in removing your bottoms, then climbing up and straddling his lap.

Hearing his moans fill the night air as the background of all the gang laughing away covered up your moans as Hosea touched and grabbed at your body, moving down, then touching you softly, taking his time to pull every moan from you.

Returning the favor by touching his clothed cock that begged to be released, hearing his moans in earning flooding his mind and body in pleasure as was yours for the rest of the loud night.

Hello, I hope you enjoyed if there is and grammar mistakes or misspellings sorry about that feel free to let me know in the comments, have a great day/afternoon/night!

Taglist: @ursawastricked

[mamahex]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hosea Matthews/Dutch van der Linde Characters: Dutch van der Linde, Hosea Matthews Additional Tags: vandermatthews, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Orgasm, Hands Free Orgasm, Wet & Messy, Homosexuality Summary:

A short bit of young Vandermatthews smut. Hosea is having a horny dream, and Dutch gently wakes him to keep the dream going.

[outlawwithaheart]

Outlaw's Masterlist :)

Asks open :) Feel free to ask for Headcannons, or oneshots! I do fluff, or smut (I don't write anything violent, if you want specifics you can ask anonymously if you want <3)

Arthur Morgan💗

General Relationship Headcannons (pt. 1)

General Relationship Headcannons (pt. 2)

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

Charles Smith💕

General Relationship Headcannons

NSFW Headcannons

Charles x Reader Oneshot (GN! Reader)

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

Charles x Virgin! Reader (NSFW HCs)

Micah Bell💛

Micah x Reader (Oneshot)

Micah during pregnancy, and as a father (HCs)

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

Javier Escuella💜

Javier Escuella Relationship Headcannons

Javier Escuella Fluff Headcannons

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

Sean MacGuire

Sean MacGuire General Relationship HCs

Modern! Sean x Reader (smut, oneshot)

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

Hosea Matthews ❣️

Hosea as a Dad to a Young Adult!Reader (HCs)

Kerian Duffy💕💗💕💗💕

General Headcannons for Keiran

Bill Williamson 💙

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

Dutch Van Der Linde ❤️

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)

John Marston🖤

How Clingy are the RDR2 Boys? (HCs)