#lh! Arthur Morgan

[immajustvibehere]

Can we get fem shy and awkward reader with more LH Arthur flirting with her and being cocky? :>

Need

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x fem!Reader

summary: You accidentaly made Arthur Morgan fall in love with you. While he struggles to approach you seriously about this, weeks of teasing go by before he decides to make a move.

warning: low to mid honor Arthur, hinted sexual themes, also I feel like I haven't done the request justice but I do only use your requests as inspiration and well - this is what my mind spit out. hope you enjoy anyway and thanks for the request <3

2100 words, 11 minutes reading time

You were able to pinpoint the exact moment Arthur had taken an interest in you. You had been aware of your more complicated and deeper feelings towards him for a while now, but for him it had started when he returned from a hunting trip with Hosea. This had been a few weeks ago, when the gang was still camping at Horseshoe Overlook.

Arthur had returned with scratches all over him. You helped patching him up, as you were one of the only ones still awake when the two men had returned late at night. It was a strange moment really. First, he didn't accepted your help willingly, implying that he would rather lie down with many wounds still open and bleeding. But even he stopped opposing when you grabbed his arm and dragged him over to the chair and lantern in his tent, a box full of medical supplies tucked under your arm. As much as he was annoyed by your insistence, he found amusement in your worried expression and struggle to move him.

However, his sour mood returned when he had sat down and had to patiently hold still. The fact that the bear had harmed him more than he had the chance to harm it back was something he couldn't get over, and he didn't shut up about it. You, all the while, did your best to disinfect his wounds without hurting him too much. His curses were whispered and directed at the bear - not at you. Though when you pressed a piece of alcohol-soaked cloth to his wound underneath his eye, his swearing became louder and more impulsive. But after a while he had gone silent and while you were busy with a deeper scratch on his shoulder, you felt his gaze on you. When a particular suggestive sigh escaped his lips you paused, afraid you had hurt him, but he only implored you to go on.

From this night onwards he secretly began wishing for your company more often. Though, his need of having you close was not something he could keep secret. He'd watch you chop wood for a few minutes before he interfered, pushing you aside with a snarling "C'mon...let me do that." While you struggled carrying one hay bale through camp, he'd pick up two at once and surpass you with a click of his tongue. He'd always be around and only a few steps away whenever he saw you struggling with something. Couldn't open a can of peaches? He'd reach over your shoulder and open it, muttering something inaudible. Bill would bully you with some harmless comments? Arthur would yell a "Bill, let the woman alone!" through camp.

Not a day went by without Arthur mocking you or bragging with helping you, just to show you that you need him. You never had a smart answer to his comments, you'd just stand there and blush awkwardly, but Arthur enjoyed this most of all. Seeing what a blushing mess you became every time he'd appear close to you. He felt like he was in control of the situation, when...in reality, he was simply too shy to make a real move. He could shoot, kill and slit throats all day long; but he damn well didn't manage to go further with you than this sweet banter. For Christ's sake, he loved seeing you blush and get all flustered for him, but he wouldn't be able to take the rejection if you came to the conclusion that he was too bad of a man too handle for you.

Ever since he had felt your delicate fingers on his skin, tending his wounds as carefully as you could have possibly managed, he found himself longing for your touch, wanting more. But even if he would have wanted to, that's nothing he could just demand from you for the fear of you rejecting him or thinking the worse of him. Arthur was sitting on a chair on a table, absentmindedly stabbing his stew around, thinking about this. All the while, his eyes were again glued to you. He watched you as you had a lively conversation with Sean next to the campfire. You looked so careless when around other people. You didn't tense up like you did when he talked with you, neither did you seem to have any problems with touching Sean all over, giving him friendly pats on his arm or pinching his side when he was teasing you. Of course, the only reason you were so cautious around Arthur was because you liked him and you weren't sure if you overstepped a line by treating him like you did Sean and Lenny. Arthur was not only bigger and could be more menacing, but he also had a more authoritative status in the gang. This is why you often didn't feel allowed to act quite so freely. That aside, you didn't think you'd have the courage to confess that you liked him.

Arthur left his stew behind and instead picked up a beer bottle and joined you and Sean at the campfire. "Hope I'm not interrupting something", Arthur announced his arrival.

There it was again - you blushed even though he had barely done anything. "Of course not, Mr. Morgan", you smiled, secretly happy about him joining you. "Ahhh Arther! Finally joinin' us. Heard my interestin' story and thought ye'd like te hear it too?", Sean directed his attention to him.

"Why, Mr. MacGuire, that's exactly why I'm here", Arthur answered sarcastically. Barely a few moments passed before Karen and then Uncle and Swanson decide to join your little sit-together. Neither you nor Arthur talked much - you were the ones that listened. You tried your best to look at Sean or Karen, or anyone who was saying something, really. But whenever you just as much as glanced at Arthur, you'd find his eyes on you.

It was different from the days before. Before that, he had only watched you. Often probably while thinking about something else. This time however, his gaze was fixed on you. Like a hunter who had found his prey. His eyes were all over, roaming your body as if it was his already. Something told you he won't give up so easily today. You had been craving it too...the silence of the night and the peaceful air after Arthur had muttered his curses about the bear...just the two of you, with you looking out for him. This one time you had been able to do something for him. He didn't heave your horse's saddle off your horse because you're too small for that, neither did he have to help you open a can. No - you patched him up, cleansed the wound on his shoulder because he couldn't have done it alone.

The conversation - which by now was a banter between Karen and Sean with Uncle's occasional comments - would do without you. So you shot a shy smile at Arthur, who still was watching you, and left. You poured yourself a coffee before you headed to the trees a bit outside of camp. Even prey wouldn't surrender to its hunter that easily.

As you stood there, the already half-empty mug in your hands and looking out at the moon's reflection in the lake, you heard firm steps. You didn't have to look up - you knew it would be Arthur. You expected a "Hello" or an "It's Arthur", instead he caught you completely off guard. He walked up behind you and before you had as much as yelped in surprise, one of his hands had found a place on your hips to rest on, pulling you close to him.

"Wha- Arthur!? D-don't you think your hand-", you stuttered sheepishly.

"I think my hand is right where it belongs", came Arthur's firm voice behind you.

You had no smart answer to that. The touch felt electric, the warmth of his hand seeping through your clothes until you felt it on your skin.

"Yer look really beautiful, y/n."

You barely managed to stutter a thank you. You were completely at loss over his compliment. Arthur himself wondered where his sudden courage had come from, but at the same time he knew that when he had left the campfire to follow you, he would have to shoot his shot. He had always thought of you as a beautiful woman, but in his mind, girl's in camp had always been off limits. He had never acted upon it - until now. A silence followed in which you blushed over the fact that you could hear your own hitched breath. Your heart almost beat out of your chest and you could have sworn the people back in camp could hear it.

"Ya know...if ya tell me to leave-", Arthur offered. Threatening to murder someone wasn't as uncomfortable as the thought of offering you his blessing to send him away. He had come so far by being decent...or even considerate (except for the staring maybe - but he couldn't have helped himself) so giving you this option was, in Arthur's mind, the right thing to do. Even if it meant possible retreat.

"No, please!", you quickly pleaded. You blurted out so suddenly, your voice was higher than normal, and it made you blush even stronger.

As if Arthur had been surprised by your quick answer, he was silent for a couple of seconds. Then you heard a warm chuckle behind you. Leaning to your ear he whispered a "Glad to hear that" and when you almost shivered at the intimacy the grip on your hip tightened. "I love how ya get all flustered when I'm around."

You smiled slightly. The bashful behavior you displayed with Arthur around is not something you had control over. However, it relieved you to hear that he was okay with that, because you had feared more than once that you came across as awkward and weak.

"I don't know what to say", you admitted, "thank you?" The phrase of gratitude almost came out a bit bold and challenging. Arthur smiled. He knew he had won. He had achieved what he had wanted; you in his arms. Slowly he turned you around, so you would face him. Your only source of light was the moon, which was standing high and bright on the night sky. It was more than enough to make out each other's features, but barely bright enough for Arthur to see your red cheeks. With a meditating grumble, Arthur took the mug out of your hand and emptied the coffee on the ground before he dropped the mug on the ground next to you. You had neither permission nor reason to complain about that. The man in front of you demanded both of your hands to be free, because he now placed one on his shoulder, where the fabric of his shirt hid a well healed bear scratch and the other he took in his hand; his thumb slowly stroking the back of your hand.

He had placed your hand on his shoulder as tribute to the night which had haunted him for the last few weeks. He had sworn to himself, in the privacy of his tent at late hours, he'd show you just how well his wound had healed thanks to you. But Arthur knew this moment hadn't come yet. He'd be patient for a few more weeks...or days maybe - since having you so close to him now made it even more tempting to speed things up a bit. Feeling your fingers on his skin...it was a thought he couldn't shake for weeks and hours at a time.

"I suggest ya stay with me from now on", was Arthur's sloppy attempt of asking you out.

"Had no intention of going anywhere", you smiled. Your heart was still racing horses, but you were content beyond understanding.

"Good."

Arthur had been eying your lips hungrily for the last few moments and you weren't even sure if he did it consciously. Something in his stance and attitude suggested he wouldn't act upon it.

You knew Arthur was a man who could get himself what he wanted. You also were aware that he isn't one to be reasoned with neither is it a good idea to make him angry. But something about his restraint manner made you confident that some teasing would go unpunished. So you stood on your tip-toes, leaned forward and kissed his cheek. His gulp was clearly audible and your hand he held in his was tightly pressed as he tried to process what had just happened.

"Shall we head back, then?", you suggested all innocently. Arthur's eyes finally found yours again. He contemplated you for a second before he finally said:

"No. Not just yet, darlin'."

#arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfiction #red dead redemption community #rdr2 #rdr #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr fanfiction #rdr2 fanfiction #lh! Arthur Morgan #low honor arthur morgan

[kaphzzz]

#bbg... #doing a low honour playthrough tobetter understamd his lh charavter for a fic #and i just #🥲 #arthur morgan #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr #my vp

[scarfacemarston]

John: "Oh god no" Arthur: "I just came to pay my respects to the fallen hero" Not the complete transcript, just the highlight. Grimshaw's line at the end is in reference to if you don't leave John alone.

#rdr 2 #arthur morgan #john marston #red dead redemption 2 #van der linde gang #susan grimshaw #low honor arthur morgan #lh arthur morgan

[mydearhosea]

Arthur, to Kieran: I'm going to shatter your ankles and cut your dick and balls off with a butter knife

Arthur, two seconds later: Ah, lighten up, O'driscoll! I was just kiddin'

#rdr #red dead #red dead redemption #rdr2 #red dead 2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #kieran duffy #justice for kieran #/lh #rdr2 incorrect quotes #incorrect rdr2 quotes

[ghost-qwq]

It just hit me that I never posted this... ermm oops

#before this I had NEVER drawn Arthur... erm #Drew him in the outfit I mostly made him wear <3 #as a younger brother I can deeply relate to John getting harassed by Arthur 💔💔💔 #btw that IS Kieran's neckerchief on Shepherd's hat... if you guys even care /lh #Micah's blue eyes freak me the fuck out why do him and Baylock match it's so scary ohg my god #origins drawing... again #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #micah bell #oc: Shepherd Robinson #john marston #arthur morgan #kieran duffy #hits horses are here too hehe

[lowwqualityyblog]

art ive done the past few months i forgot 2 post (the vampire arthur is the most recent 😁😁)

#rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #charles smith #lh arthur morgan #my art #wifeposting #still trying to figure out how 2 draw the arthur

[brujahinaskirt]

look i know i am setting myself up as the "Arthur Is Not a Misogynist, YouTube is Wrong" Evangelist and I AM, but i also want to insist (!) that I while I truly believe Arthur is not weird about Women As A Group, I also believe he has the potential to be so steel-meltingly interpersonally corrosive to an individual woman that they would have to create a new toxicity class just called Morganization

#arthur morgan #redmeta #layers. people have them #as a friend of mine said get ready to not see your man for 4 weeks cuz dad texted him 3 states over that he needs a burrito #and i am not talking about some misread LH arthur = yeehaw dark fuck prince ooc bs i am fully talking about HH morgan too #i genuinely think it is important to recognize that people can be truly egalitarian and still behave in ways that are harmful to individual #for personality reasons that are divorced from their political beliefs & social worldviews #tumblr seems to struggle with this big time

[emmcfrxst]

How do you think high and low honour differ in bed?

okay so confession i’m not really a fan of low honor arthur (i’m sorry i’m a high honor arthur girlie 😔) but this ask by miss @twola really captures my sentiments when it comes to differences <333

#HH!arthur definitely overstimulates you until you can’t take more because he just loves giving and he LOVES making you feel good #LH!arthur edges you until you’re sobbing and begging him to please let you come cause he’s a sadistic bastard who gets off on having #complete control over your pleasure #anonymous #answered #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan smut #arthur morgan imagine #rdr2 smut #rdr2 imagine #red dead redemption 2 smut

[areyousecretlynormal]

okay okay but I just had the SLUTTIEST thought about low honor arthur:

imagine our man holding up a stage coach, having the driver and husband jump in the river, cutting the horses free, already stuffing his satchel full of the bills from their pockets and the valuables tucked into the trunks

imagine the classy southern bell left behind heaving in her corset, heart fluttering under her breast, clutching at her fan for dear life as though it could protect her from a wayward bullet, wondering if there was any possible way she could dissuade this bearish brute of a man cloaked in black and leather to let her go without tainting her reputation

imagine this stranger growling under his breath, unsatisfied by what he finds, and turns slow and serpent-like to peer at her with a baleful, jeweled sea foam eye—warns her of his disappointment, tells her all low and beguiling that she just may have to add to the pot so he doesn’t come away empty-handed for his precious, courteous time (and she knows he’s snarling at that behind his tattered bandana, eyes crinkling at the edges like a puma baring its fangs)

her breath catches and she begs him, pleads with him to let her be—she would give anything

and arthur stops

and he smiles

and asks her to remove her untouched, pale cotton dress—decorated with the most delicate of stitching and embroidery, beads of semi-precious stones lining the hems to glitter in the harsh midsummer afternoon—and her jewelry, too, while she’s at it, wouldn’t want anything to snag

and she’s whimpering and whining and trembling as she loosens her outer garments with unsteady fingers. the fine garment is draped over his arm, the gold and silver and jewels stored away in his pocket, rather than his satchel, and even her shoes are tucked under his elbow. she’s left pressing her back as deeply into the skewed wall of the carriage as she can manage, eyes burning with unshed tears of unbearable shame, when the outlaw does something worse:

he leans in,

and angles his face towards her ear,

so close she could smell the gun oil and saddle leather and juniper in the hot, smothered air trapped between them—

“please don’t, mister,” she whispers tightly.

he chuckles. “it ain’t for me, madame,” and he draws out that latter syllable in a sinfully syrupy drawl.

she frowns then, confused, as he draws back and reaches down to tuck his cattleman into its holster dipping over his hip—and catches the glimpse of a platinum band on his finger

“thank you,” he rumbles, thunder and purr all at once, “for your kind and considerable donation.” his sneer is borderline feral. “I look forward to decoratin’ the missus with your decollage when I get home.”

(don’t imagine arthur catching you unawares peeling potatoes or washing dishes or hanging clothes on the line, flipping the length of the dress over your much plainer, dirty one—“size looked ‘bout right. didn’t spend too much time lookin’, don’t you worry your pretty li’l head, darlin’.”

definitely don’t imagine him insisting you try it on, waiting for you with the matching pieces to place on your ears and wrists and neck, eyes sparkling like the stones casting delicate fractals against your flesh under the warm morning light, grinning from ear to ear and tugging you against his unyielding body to croon in your ear:

“spoilin’ you has turned me right rotten, sweetheart. though as nice as all this is…it’d look better on the ground by far.”)

#don’t look at me #I don’t even LIKE lh!arthur! #where did this COME from in my BRAIN?! #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan #low honor arthur morgan #reader insert #arthur morgan/reader #headcanons #citrus #(mildly) #mine

[werewolfarthurmorganenjoyer]

Thinking about. Low honor Arthur and Mary.

I should really write some marthur smut with lh Arthur... The only problem is, whenever I play he's always hh, so I'm worried about making hin go ooc. Or actually, y'know what, scratch that. If he goes OOC he goes OOC, as long as the smut is hot ig

#lh Arthur and Mary is so fucking hot I can't even #I mean lh Arthur is already a sexy mess #and slam their tragedy and their hopeless star crossed romance on top of that #MY BI ASS CANNOT HANDLE IT #look #hh arthur will always be canon to be but god lh arthur and mary just makes me weak in the knees #lh arthur morgan #mary linton

[margowritesthings]

What’s Mine Is Mine

pairing: lh!Arthur Morgan x fem!reader

word count: 1159

warnings: possessive Arthur, spit kink, low honour Arthur, shameless filth, very suggestive, mentions of sex

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a/n: i simply Cannot Write Drabbles... thank you so much @elifsukirdaghehe for the spit kink request and anon for the low honour Arthur request! I hope this lives up to your expectations! This is very heavily inspired by this bc its one of the hottest things ive ever seen lol

also click the link at the end for a wonderful surprise and say thank you to @cowboydisaster

tagging: @cowboydisaster @cassidylynnj

“I do believe these belong to me…” Arthur quips, a cheeky grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he pulls the pile of chips towards him. A relatively old guy with a fantastically twisted handlebar moustache throws his cards down, cursing as he walks away from the table empty handed. A low chuckle reaches your ears when you squeeze Arthur’s shoulder, proudly standing behind him while his winning streak continues.

“Baby, we’re in the money!” He smugly exclaims, completely ignoring the grumbles of his fellow players. You roll your eyes playfully, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. The action gives your outlaw a pretty fantastic view of your chest, if only for a brief moment, but of course he catches it. The envious eyes of every other man at the table follow you back up to a standing position.

“I’m gonna grab a drink. You want a whiskey?”

“Thanks, darlin’.”

You catch the coin that is expertly flipped through the air, winking a silent thanks to Arthur and swaying your hips just a little more than usual when you strut to the bar. You know all eyes are on you, as does Arthur, and you know how crazy and possessive that drives him, usually culminating in mind-blowing sex that sends you dumb to everything but screaming his name. He loves knowing how much everyone wants you, knowing that he’s the only one who will ever have you. 

It’s only a few strides to the bar, the next hand in Arthur’s game already being dealt by the time you lean one hip against the wood. 

“What’s a pretty lady like you doin’ with a dog like that, huh?”

The unpleasant feeling settles in your stomach almost instantly as the worst kind of booze breath reaches your senses. Rolling your eyes, your gaze falls to the origin: a man, probably in his 30’s, with a clean shaven face and a suit that didn’t quite fit right. He isn’t completely unfortunate looking, you’d have to give him that, but the invisible layer of slime coating him from head to toe is enough to send women running for miles. That, you’re sure of.

Glancing back to the table, you see Arthur engrossed in the game. Maybe it’s the devil on your shoulder, or the promise of the kind of fucking that can only be fuelled by the fiercest jealousy, but you subconsciously decide what simply has to be done. The buzz of four drink and the electricity in the air only found in a packed saloon of an evening spurs you on, dragging your fluttering eyes back to the stranger and plastering a sickly sweet grin to your plump lips. 

“Why, you reckon you could show me a better time, cowboy?” Your drawl is sickening, but it does the job as a flash of false hope ignites the man’s features. 

You place your elbow on the cool bar, sliding down to place some of your weight on it. Naturally, your chest never rises and falls so dramatically with each seductive breath, but you can smell a free drink a mile away, and this one is much closer than that.

“Oh, don’t you know it, baby, I-I could show you the time of your life.” He’s nervous, clearly not used to making it this far without having a drink thrown over him.

What’s more, Arthur has noticed, glancing over his shoulder every few seconds with the most delicious frown on his face. You can practically hear the territorial growls being ripped from the depths of his throat, low and gravely and vibrating your very being.

The bartender finally arrives, glancing awkwardly between yourself and the other man, not knowing who was there first and who to serve. Luckily for him, and for your grand plan, your slimy admirer speaks up.

“I’ll have a beer. And whatever the lady likes.” He gestures to you, all bravado and ego as he places two coins onto the countertop. 

“Whiskey, please. Neat.”

The bartender nods and turns to get the drinks, leaving you alone to be gawked at.

“Oh, I love a woman who can handle her drink.”

“Really? Do you know something, mister, that is just fascinating.”

Every nerve ending in your body is set aflame as you feel a hand snake around your shoulder, resting just above the hem of your low collar. Arthur’s sarcastic drawl has dropped about three octaves. He’s mad. 

“And who might our new friend be, sweetheart?” His theatrics boom around the room, earning a few sideways glances from curious patrons, most certainly hoping for a bit of evening entertainment. One wrong word from your ‘friend’ might just make their dreams come true.

Standing beside Arthur, the once-hopeful devotee is realising just how large the outlaw is, how his strong arms fill out the sleeves of his duster coat and how one of those sleeves is hemmed with a bloodstain you just couldn’t seem to get out. 

You’re saved from having to introduce your pawn to your king when the bartender places two drinks between the three of you, one beer, one whiskey. 

“Aw, for us? Y’shouldn’t have.” The arm draped over your shoulder wraps tighter, twisting around so that Arthur’s thick fingers cup your jaw and squeeze your cheeks. You’re tucked so close into him that the movement forces your neck to crane up to look right at Arthur. You’re putty in his hands, his dominating stance moulding you to his whim. The action is enough to brand you as completely and utterly his, but it’s Arthur and that just isn’t enough.

He tips his own head back, throwing the whiskey into his mouth in one swift movement. A firmer squeeze on your jaw opens your mouth and you lock eyes with Arthur as the fiery liquid is spat from his mouth into yours. It burns your lips and warms your throat. You feel it all the way from your head to your toes, and you’re not talking about the drink. It takes you a second to catch your breath after you swallow, Arthur’s thumb wiping a little droplet of the spirit off your chin and popping it back into your mouth. You suckle on his thumb, just for a second, letting the rest of the busy saloon melt away. In that moment, it is just the two of you, your plan falling oh so cleverly into place. You’re gazing lovingly, seductively at each other, which Arthur only breaks to turn to the man kind enough to pay for the drink he’d just spat into you.

“Hey, cheers, pal. Real nice of ya’ to treat the lady.” He pats the man just a little too hard on the shoulder, sending him stumbling a few steps. You don’t notice, too entranced by your possessive cowboy to notice anything else. 

“Let’s get you home, missy. Seems I gotta teach you some manners about talkin’ to strangers, huh?”

God, yes.

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[immajustvibehere]

Would you be willing to do more low honor arthur? I don’t really have any specific idea in mind, whatever you want to create! I love your writing! <3

A Deal Worth Taking

I feel like there is a lot lh!Arthur x fem!reader smut out there, but I wanted to go for a fun little interaction. Because you can't convince me that Arthur wouldn't still be a soft boi for his s/o while being mean to everyone else >:)

700 words, less than 10 minutes reading time

Arthur waited outside of the saloon; you were still inside, finishing your drink. Arthur had left in advance for some peace and quiet and was now smoking his cigarette in solitude behind the saloon. It was then that a man approached you. He clearly had had something to drink, but his words didn't slur yet, when he asked you how much you cost per night. You smiled kindly and told him to follow you outside, where prices can be discussed.

Exiting through the back door, with the gentleman following eagerly, you exchanged a glance with Arthur. No words were needed, Arthur had already figured out the situation at hand. It wasn't the first time you were approached like that, and Arthur found great pleasure in finding inventive solutions of getting off those men. To him, firmly establishing and claiming you as his was always gave him pleasure.

So, the three of you stood in the dark back alley.

"You want her?", Arthur asked and stubbed out his cigarette on the wall.

"You owe her or something?", the man looked Arthur sceptically up and down, only unwillingly peeling his gaze from you.

"I do. I got a whole lotta girls working for me, she's the best I've got though,” Arthur put his hands on his belt.

The man checked you out again.

"How much?"

"Six dollars, but you get her the whole night."

The guy winced at the mention of the price: "That's a bit high, don't you think? I mean...she's my type and all..."

"Whole night...", Arthur repeated with a twinkle in his eye, "She'll even spoon ya and be there in the mornin’ to bring you some coffee, if yer into that. Domestic bliss with no responsibilities." Arthur stressed the last sentence with his southern drawl that made your lips curl into a smile.

"Fine", the man clicked his tongue and shot you some glances while fished out the money, "You better be worth it."

However, as he raised his gaze to hand the money to Arthur, he made blinked in shock, when a gun was pointed directly at him. You saw the wheels turn in his head as Arthur, nonchalantly, accepted the money with his free hand.  

"Thank you kindly. Now, get lost, partner", Arthur asserted.

The guy opened his mouth to protest, but found his words caught in his throat as Arthur deftly cocked his gun. Off he went, a sullen expression on his disappointed face.

"You had me for a second, to be honest with you", you smiled at Arthur, who gave you half the money he had just taken from the man.

"I did?", Arthur chuckled warmly and put his gun back into his holster, "Yer worth way more than six dollars, that's for sure."

Arthur kissed you a suggestively, his big hand finding the small of your back. The little scheme had seemingly turned him on, especially now that he had you alone in this alley.  

"Mh, still, you get me for free," you grinned and allowed Arthur to pick you up and put you on a nearby barrel. Your eyes aligned now, sharing the same level, and Arthur caged you in with his big arms.

"For free? Hell, I gotta stand all yer talkin' and bickerin'", Arthur complained. But as he looked at you and saw your offended expression, he realized that he might have struck a nerve. Your exaggerated pout may have seemed theatrical, but your eyes and furrowed eyebrows betrayed a genuine displeasure.

"I never bicker. And if you want me to shut up, you can just say so", you replied earnestly.

"I know,” Arthur replied, he placed a tender kiss on your forehead, before nestling his head against your shoulder, inhaling your familiar scent. "I'm sorry. I'm jus' talking silly, darling,” he murmured, a hint of remorse in his voice.

Your hand wandered to his hair, and your fingers navigated through the rugged strands. It was a gesture meant to soothe him, but it also bore a subtle implication. Arthur was particularly receptive to such affections, and you heard a stifled groan.

"But I'll gladly get you coffee in the morning."

"Mhh, yer the best. I don't deserve ya," Arthur grinned against the crook of your neck before kissing it.

"How bout we get ourselves a room?"

"I'd love that".

#arthur morgan x reader #red dead redemption 2 #arthur morgan fanfiction #arthur morgan #red dead redemption community #rdr2 #arthur morgan x female reader #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr fanfiction #rdr #lh!Arthur Morgan x reader #low honor arthur morgan #low honor Arthur morgan x reader #low honor ARthur morgan x fem!reader

[the-marsh-harrier]

Make me… (LH!Arthur Morgan x F!Reader)

A/N: This is my first time writing for Arthur, RDR2, and my first time writing for a long time so be kind. If you're going to share my writing, please reblog and I don't give permission for my work to be copied onto any other platforms. I only write on Tumblr so if you see this anywhere else, it's not me.

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Part 2 - SMUT DNI if you are under 18!

Terminology: 'Carpet girl' - a woman that conducts sex work on the street usually carrying a carpet with her in order to do this. It's an 1800s term. (I remembered this from a TikTok video so could be remembering it wrong, either way - this is what this term is describing in this fic.)

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, mentions of sexual encounters, slightly NSFW if you squint, use of the word 'skank', Arthur and Reader being rude to each other at the start.

You sat on the old table in the med tent examining the damage to your cheek in a small broken shard of a mirror. You were silently thankful that Tilly had already cleaned the cut and stitched it, so it didn’t look as bad as when you arrived back at camp. However, the blood staining your shirt was still a very evident reminder to how easily it could’ve been much worse.

You had gotten into a fight with a carpet girl in town after you and Abigail had ‘stepped on her territory’ while pulling your little scheme. Y/N and Abigail would take turns to lure a man into an alley, while the lure occupied the victim, the other would hit him round the head with a rock or brick. They’d mug him and run off with the loot. Normally, this wasn’t an issue until today where you ended up with a nasty cut on your cheek from the carpet girl’s switch blade before Abigail knocked her out as well.

“Where the hell is she then?”  Arthur’s angry voice boomed over the camp causing you to shrink slightly on the table. You prepared for another firm talking-to from him about being stupid, not needing to pull tricks anymore and every other comment he’d throw at you. You two had never attached a label to what you were but most of the camp had labelled you as Arthur’s whether he wanted to admit it or not.

The flaps to the med tent opened in an angry flurry as his spurs clinked against the dirt floor with every step. You dropped your head quickly, tilting the damaged side of your face away from him. He stopped in front of you with his hands rested on his gun belt. Without looking up, you could already feel the scolding glare pointed directly at your head. You heard he click his tongue frustratedly at your reluctance to look at him.

“Well. Show me your face then.” He ordered firmly but you didn’t move a muscle. You were oddly frozen under the weight of his looming presence – this wasn’t your Arthur, this felt more like his outlaw persona ordering a bounty around.

“Now.” His tone was dark and almost threatening causing you to finally look at him. Arthur looked at the fresh stitches on your face and hissed in a deep breath through his teeth. You saw Arthur lick his teeth as he looked down at the ground before looking at you expectantly. “I know what happened but you’re gonna tell me because I want you to hear how stupid it sounds.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed as you reluctantly recanted the story. “Me and Abigail just went out to make a little money and some skank decided she didn’t like it so… we got in a fight. She started to lose so she pulled a blade out on me and got in a slice on my cheek before Abigail could hit her with a brick.” You felt like a child having to explain yourself to him as he examined the wound on your face with your chin being held up by his fingers. He looked like a man possessed as his breathing grew heavier and his brows furrowed in annoyance. You tried to reach out to him, but he swatted you hands away with his free hand giving you no option but to fold them in your lap.

“You will listen to me this time.” Arthur growled. “From now on, you’re not allowed to use your ‘little tricks’ anymore. No more robbing people, you understand?” You could see he looked genuinely worried under his angry exterior… but it did little to make you want to agree with him.

“Excuse me but who are you to tell me that?” You sassed back as you pushed his hand off your chin. Telling the story again reignited your anger at the woman that had done this to you but now there was only Arthur there to bare the brunt of it.

Arthur’s head quirked to the side slightly as he bit his tongue, taking his time to think about his next response. “Don’t speak to me like that. I’m trying to keep you safe, and you make that difficult when you start acting stupid like this.” The glare he was sending at you could melt through steel.

“No, you’re trying to boss me about.” You snapped back matching his harsh glare with your own as you remained firm.

Arthur’s eyebrows twitched your response as he leaned forward caging you on the table between his solid arms. He nodded his head disappointingly at you. “Damn right I’m trying to boss you about because asking you to stop behaving like this clearly don’t work, does it?” He grumbled as his voice seemed to get lower and his drawl thicker. “I know it’s not the answer you want to hear, but you can’t go about mugging men in dark alleys. It’s dangerous and that-” he motioned to the stitching on your face “-is all the proof of it.”

Something about his condescending behaviour was making you even angrier and wanting to lash out. “Fine! I’ll go back to dancing in saloons then.” You sneered knowing that would get a rise out of him.

“Don’t you DARE.” He sneered back at you and pointed his finger in your face. “You’re more than a pretty face and a pair of tits and after today – that pretty face is gonna have nasty scar.” He tapped your jaw on the side where the wound was but was careful not to touch it.

You scoffed and smirked almost smugly. “It was my ass that got you paying for them dances anyway, you didn’t spend much time looking at my face from what I remember.” You crossed your arms over your chest in defiance. You attitude was causing his temper to rise and his blood pressure to go along with it. You noticed the vein in his neck start to become more prominent and his jaw tighten.

“I’ve provided for you, given you a place to live where you don’t have to spread your legs every night for whoever pays the most, and I’ve kept you safe.” He spoke with a firmer and authoritarian voice, the growl in his tone akin to wagon wheels on gravel. “All those times you needed bailed out of the jail and it was me coming to get you. You should be thankful.” There was a surprisingly calm edge to his voice, like he was somehow managing to keep his temper simmering under the surface.

You laughed sarcastically at him as you leaned forward, getting in his face just like he had with you. “You only paid to get me out because you knew I would’ve fucked my way out that cell otherwise.” You whispered sadistically at him. Truth be told, this argument was doing more to turn you on now as the adrenaline in your system shifted to trigger some other primal instincts in you.

Arthur didn’t like that one bit, as his expression darkened even more. “Watch your tongue when you speak to me.” He warned. “I’d have just as easily left you to rot in that cell. There’s plenty of other women out there who’d be happy to take your place and don’t forget it.” He was angry, and right now your words were getting to him.

“Awh, save your pretty words and choke on them.” You bit back, not backing down. Instead of feeling like a damsel in distress you felt more like a horny depraved wench.

Arthur didn’t budge. Though he was much bigger than you normally, he appeared even bigger as his entire body seemed to tense as he looked down at you. “What did you say to me?” He hissed. “Go on, say it again. I dare you.” He exaggerated the word ‘dare’ with a growl as if he was threatening you, but you didn’t bat an eye to his threat.

“I said...” You whispered dangerously. “Save your pretty words and god damn choke on them.” You hissed back in the same tone.

Arthur’s fist clenched on the table either side of you as he weighed up his next move. It was like a switch in his brain flipped, and there was no going back. You watched as his back stiffened and he ground his teeth in frustration. The veins in his neck bulged against his shirt collar. “I’ll make you regret those words…” He hissed, just barely managing to stay in control of his anger.

Something about seeing him so angry and teetering on the edge of his temper flipped a switch for you too. Something much more desperate and wanton flooded your system as you watched his biceps straining against his cotton workshirt.

“I hope you fucking do.” You smirked and looked him over seductively as you gave into your urges.

“You’re a piece of work, you know that.” Arthur grumbled, as his hands were trembling with rage. He had a million different things he wanted to scream at you… but he was refraining from it. “Don’t think you can turn me on just looking at me with those big pretty eyes of yours.” His voice was laced with sarcasm as he spoke, his hands gripping the edge of the table with enough force it could probably splinter it. “I’m not one of your customers at the saloon anymore.”

“But you were.” You chuckled smugly and looped your fingers round the base of his suspenders. “And you always came back to see me.” You whispered and shuffled forward on the table as you parted your legs. Your hands slowly pulled his crotch towards yours using the spring of his suspenders to do so.

“That was different back then and you know that.” He huffed as his nostrils flared and he stood more upright between your legs. “I was your customer. Not your-” He cut himself off before finishing the sentence. “I was just your customer.” He reaffirmed.

You could see his eyes were darkening for a different reason now. He was visibly trying to ignore the fact you were touching him, your fingers playing with his suspenders and the way your thighs were brushing his hips.

You continued to look up at him with a devilish smirk. “What are you now then? Huh, big boy?” You whispered as you played with the clasps of his suspenders.

Arthur maintained his sharp gaze down at you, his entire being was on edge as he continued to ignore the fact that you were slowly wrapping yourself around him. It was obvious that the both of you were pushing boundaries on purpose. As if trying to make the other admit your situation was much more than what you two had been pretending it was.

“I’m your friend, nothing more.” He grunted.

You chuckled and bit your lips. “I ain’t never had a friend that does the things you do to me before. So, I’ll rephrase my question.” You whispered as you popped the clasps on his suspenders. “What do you want to be to me?” You inched your face closer to his keeping your gaze on his lips and occasionally flickering your eyes up to meet his. You could see he was wrestling with himself to not give into you.

“You’re playing a dangerous game with me that you might not want to play.” Arthur muttered darkly as he tried to remain composed. You watched as his eyes wondered to your hands now hooked on the waistband of his jeans, and then trailed your body to your lips. It was obvious that you wanted him… and it was clear a part of him wanted you more.

You observed him with a calm curiosity. “Tell me what you want me to be to you.” You ordered softly. “Just tell me.” You slowly pushed his suspenders completely off his body before returning your hands back to his hips pulling him impossibly closer to you.

“Stop teasing me.” Arthur groaned but you could tell he was enjoying this much more than he wanted to let on. His hands found their way onto your thighs above your skirt, squeezing them firmly. “Just…” He exhaled, his voice as husky as a cold winter morning. “Kiss me.”

You decided to give in, just once. You slowly leant in towards him, gently brushing your lips to his in a featherlight graze. “Tell me.” You whispered, letting your breathe fan over his lips. You affectionately brushed the tip of your nose against the side of his. “Just tell me what you want me to be.”

Arthur drew in a deep breath as his hands move up to your hips, giving them a firm squeeze, his eyes trailing after his hands avoiding your gaze. “I want you to be…” He paused for a moment as his words go stuck in his throat. He dipped his head to the crook of your neck before he whispered softly against your neck. “Mine.”

He slowly started to kiss along your neck and shoulder as far as your blouse would permit. You knew he meant it – but it still felt good to hear him say it.

You tilted your head back to give him more access to your neck as you undid the buttons of your blouse so you could bare more of yourself to him. You shrugged yourself out of your blouse, leaving it pooled at your waist where it was tucked into your skirts.

“Say it again.” You whispered through a breathy moan as you locked your ankles behind him thighs, keeping him against you.

“I want you to be mine.” Arthur groaned against you neck as his nipped at the soft skin there. His grip tightening on your hips as he harshly pulled you hips closer to his so you could feel the bulge in his jeans. His lips roamed along the base of your neck, his teeth grazing your collarbone. “I want you… all to myself…”

You moaned wantonly as he spoke, his words like pouring kerosene on your already burning desire for him. “I already am.” You mumbled as you got lost in him all over again.

Getting lost in Arthur was like swimming in a murky lake, never knowing what was lurking under the surface to pull you under. Every time you’d break free, you found yourself ready to walk back into his frigid waters and drowned all over again and again.

“Then prove it.” He breathed in a deep inhale through his nose against the area where your neck joined your shoulder. He dragged his tongue up your neck firmly up to your ear before catching your earlobe between his teeth. “Kiss me again.” He exhaled into your ear. “But don’t hold back this time.”

You shuddered as he managed to pull a small whimper from you as you relaxed evermore into his arms. You gently coaxed his head round to yours with small nuzzles against his cheek. The feeling of the stumble from his short beard scratching your skin sent shivers down your spine.

Once you were in reach of his lips, you kissed him deeply as your lips rolled against his in firm languid motions. The feelings behind the kiss coming from deep within you. Your lips moved together in a deliberate but effortless way causing you to slowly open your mouth to permit your tongues to dance together. The moment your tongues touched; Arthur made a deep groan seemingly emitting from the depths of his chest. He’d given in completely now and you could feel it.

He slowly pulled back from the kiss, resting his forehead to yours as he panted through clenched teeth. He didn’t want to rush this, not this time.

You waited with bated breath for his next move but what came next shocked you.

“Make me need you.” He whispered lustfully as he calmed himself slightly. “I want you to make me feel like I’m nothing without you.”

His words and tone were so wanting and longing, like he’s been keeping them a secret for his whole life. You brought your hands up from his hip, brushing them against his chest so he’d feel the pressure through the material of his shirt, until your fingertips braced against his jawline. You pulled him into a much hungrier and rougher kiss, pouring your desperation to have him into it. The pair of you panting and snatching breathes throughout the kiss, not wanting to stop even for a second until the burn in your chest became too great and you were forced by your own body to pull away from him.

Arthur’s body shook with the roughness of the kiss as he moved his hands to your waist trying in vain to pull you closer. Your eyes opened briefly to take in the conflicted and vulnerable expression on his face. His eyes still closed as he refused to look at you, part of him terrified that he would see rejection in them.

“Make me ache for you…” he sighed as rocked his body closer to you. “Make me regret the day I met you… I wanna wake up and not even know what’s become of me and wishing I didn’t have to survive another day without you in my bed.”

The muscles in your legs flexed as your hips ground against him. The small amount of friction created by your brunched up skirts and his jeans stimulated your core making you to moan quietly. Your breathing was heavy as you held his face close yours with just the tips of your fingers – your hold wasn’t firm, evermore proving he was willingly giving himself to you and only you. You closed your eyes as you breathed him in.

“You make the filthiest things sound like a fucking prayer.” You whispered breathlessly as you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Arthur smirked and chuckled lowly in response while one of his hands smoothed over the hair on the side of your head. “The filthiest things are all I deserve, and all I have to give.” He whispered as he took hold of your chin causing you to open your eyes to see his ocean eyes staring back into yours. His eyes held lustful adoration, something far deeper than you’d seen before. You thought you’d seen glimpses of his love for you before now but now you were truly seeing all of it.

“Let me worship you the only way I know how.” He mumbled, giving into his urges, and kissing you with the force only matched by a hurricane.

A/N: Sorry for the cut off but this fic was getting insanely long. If people made it to the end and want a Part 2, leave a comment or a like so I know. Thanks for reading!

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[scarfacemarston]

You can REALLY see how awful their relationship is at this point.

"For a fellow with such a silver tongue, you sure have a problem saying thank you!"

I have to say, Grimshaw sitting with John in Colter are the only times I can remember her interacting with John.

#rdr 2 #arthur morgan #red dead redemption 2 #van der linde gang #john marston #lh arthur morgan #low honor arthur morgan

[bimrsadler]

For something nasty? Low Honor!Arthur with an F!reader in a scenario that leads to either dub-con or con-nonconsent (your choice) because she's physically ill somehow? Maybe vulnerable to Arthur due to a bad showdown/gunshot or just wrong place wrong time? Sounds weird I bet dfjblg but if you do do this, ty!!

In A Bind

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female reader

Word count: 3,000

Warnings/tags: nsft, con-noncon, lots of dirty talk, d/s themes with bratty reader, rough oral (m receiving), rough sex, unprotected piv, creampie, light degradation, LH Arthur, established relationship/consent

Summary: after a failed robbery lands you in a Rhodes jail cell, Arthur comes to spring you but finds he can kill two birds with one stone in the process

Notes: this is just 3k words of smut basically lol, also my first time writing cnc so I kept it on the lighter side (plus even LH Arthur would never go further than that imo) but that being said if cnc of any kind is an ick for you - don’t read

Twiddling your thumbs in the quiet jail cell, you watched shadows from the trees outside as they danced on the wall — wishing desperately you hadn’t gotten yourself into this mess.

Arthur would no doubt be unbearable about it, with his sarcastic tsk tsks and I told ya so’s as he stood tall with his hands on his gunbelt, shit-eating grin wide and proud on his face. But dear God, as much as he could drive you crazy, he charmed you to death as he did.

It had been some time now since Sheriff Gray stumbled outside on “business,” clearly drunk on the moonshine the boys had recently recovered.

Unfortunately he had been sober enough to chase you down after a stagecoach robbery gone south the day before.

The bullet he fired grazed your leg and spooked your horse, stirrup catching around your ankle and twisting it as you hit the ground hard enough to knock the air from your lungs.

You were given cloth to tie around it and you’d seen worse, but it would put you out of commission for a few days.

Eventually the heavy footfall of boots on the wood floor broke the silence as Arthur came into view. Sauntering over with that stupid grin and familiar stance — he stopped in front of your cell and laughed.

“Well, well…quite a predicament you got yerself in missy,” after a pause and lazy scratch of his short beard he continued condescendingly. “I told ya not to go pokin’ ‘round where ya ain’t ‘sposed to.”

“I’ll poke around wherever I goddamn please, Mr. Morgan,” you stated unabashedly.

He raised his eyebrows and scoffed (smug taunt), “and look where that’s got ya.”

“I saw an opening and I took it. Care to tell me how many times Hosea and Dutch have rescued you over the years?”

“Lotta tough talk from a little lady stuck in a jail cell, don’tcha think?”

Arthur leaned closer to the bars and lowered his voice, “way I see it, you oughta choose yer next words carefully seein’ as I’m the only one who can help.”

Ignoring his vague threat you gestured towards his chest, “I think that silly little badge you’ve been wearing is going to your head. I can take care of myself.”

“That so? You ain’t foolin’ me. I could see that little shiver when I walked in, and yer still breathin’ fast. From where I’m standin’?”

Arthur reached through the bars to caress your cheek, a gesture in stark contrast to his deep and rough drawl. “Ya look like a rabbit caught in a trap.”

He slowly moved his hand along the growing length in his jeans, palming languidly at the sight of you sweating. “Now…what’re ya gonna do fer me if I let ya out? Seems fair don’t it?”

Astounded with his audacity you scoffed, “my leg’s hurt, the hell do you expect me to be able to do?”

Arthur responded without missing a beat, “ya can kneel right? Yer mouth ain’t hurt is it?”

“Pig,” you sneered as you crossed your arms in protest.

He chuckled darkly at your insult, rubbing himself harder. “Ya can lie down and open them pretty legs for me can’tcha?”

“I think you’re all talk, tough guy. Why don’t you come in here and make me?”

Arthurs eyes studied your face as you tried not to break your showing of defiance. You were going to make him fight for it as long as you could.

He was surprisingly agile for such a large man, giving you no time to react before your wrist was trapped in his much larger, much more powerful hand.

“C’mon asshole, knock it off.” Swearing under your breath and trying to pull away did nothing as he tied your wrists around the cool metal bars with his bandana.

“Quit squirmin’ and get on yer knees.”

You leaned in as close to the outlaws face as you could against the bars and spoke in a daring whisper, “ya deaf? I said, you’re gonna have to make me.”

Arthur placed a powerful hand on the shoulder opposite of your hurt leg and pushed. Even at his gentlest he was exceptionally strong, barely needing to use any of his strength to urge you down.

Freeing himself from the confines of his pants, he stroked his twitching cock inches from your face and thumbed your lower lip with his other hand.

You turned your head away from him defiantly, contempt clear on your face.

“Ah ah, what’s the matter princess? Too good for this? You’ll be cryin’ my name in no time, that’s a promise.”

“You wish.”

“Quit stallin’ now or you’ll be stuck in here even longer.”

Placing his forefinger and thumb on your chin he moved you to face him, broad figure towering above you as he waited for your warm mouth.

Positioning himself between the bars in front of you, he prodded your lips apart with the head, urging his hips forward as you took him further.

Arthur let out a long, groaning sigh. “That’s it, take it darlin’.”

He was slow at first, pushing to the back of your throat gently as you adjusted your lips to his girth; twirling your tongue around the tip and hollowing your cheeks along the shaft.

Glancing up you saw Arthur’s arms extended above him, hands white-knuckling the bars and eyes sealed shut it bliss. Every light thrust he made was accompanied by a sharp breath or husky groan.

Feeling ashamed, you realized the sight and sensation made your pussy absolutely throb — it was already becoming difficult to pretend you didn’t want this.

Small moans traveled up your throat and vibrated around his cock as you bobbed your head eagerly; shifting on the floor and squeezing your knees together to accommodate the uncomfortable arousal.

Always keen on your body and its responses to him, Arthur grinned and sucked the air through his teeth. “See? I knew you wanted this, I bet yer soaking through to the floor just from suckin’ on me. That right?”

You were dangerously close to giving into your lust drunk stupor, to rambling and moaning with spit hanging off your chin; though you couldn’t give him the satisfaction without a fight just yet.

You pulled your head back and away to remove him from your mouth, looking up at him with raised eyebrows. “Lotta talk for someone who was about to come in ten more seconds.”

“We’ll see if yer still sassin’ me like this when ya can’t walk tomorrow. Now, I asked you a question woman.”

You batted your lashes and smirked, “that’s funny, I don’t recall hearing a question. All I could hear was you whimpering.”

Gathering a fistful of your hair Arthur pushed into your mouth and to the back of your throat, causing a gag as your nose met his chestnut curls. The thrusts were rough and sloppy now, his soft whines turning into primal, teeth gritting grunts.

“Tired a hearin’ you talk girl, yer mouth’s better at this anyway,” you looked up at his crooked smile, drool gathering at the corners of your mouth.

“Now…fuck — let’s try this again. I bet yer soaked just from havin’ my cock in yer mouth, ain’t that right?”

Arthur pulled out quickly to let you respond — and to catch your breath.

“Yes,” you mewled and panted, unable to stifle your dizzying lust. “I’m so goddamn wet right now.”

Arthur laughed smugly as he fished for something in his pocket, “that’s what I thought.” Revealing the cell keys he let himself in and closed the door behind him.

Still tied to the bars, Arthur circled around you slowly as his eyes traveled along every inch of you. For the first time you truly did feel like a rabbit caught in a trap.

“Can ya stand?”

Your replied nervously, “I think so…”

“Then do it…” His snarl was dark and harsh and sent a shockwave straight to your core.

He felt dangerous and you felt cornered.

Gently pulling yourself upright Arthur allowed you to test the waters. Putting pressure on your ankle, you found that the pain was a quiet whisper compared to the aching arousal between your legs.

He approached slowly, boots thudding next to you as the scent of leather and tobacco was carried with it. He opened the front of your dress forcefully to slip a hand inside, squeezing and massaging your breast with his cock twitching at your side.

“Can’t let an opportunity like this pass me up can I?” His pulling and pinching of the pert peak made your hips roll at the air.

Moving behind you, Arthur placed his hands on your hips and rutted his hardness against the soft fabric over your backside with shallow breaths.

You spoke in a breathy plead, “haven’t I given you enough yet Morgan?”

“Hardly. You think that pretty little mouth a yers was all I wanted?”

Pressing himself tight against you he dragged the flat of his hand along your mound possessively. “I deserve this tight cunt too don’t I?”

He tilted your head backward against his chest to look up at him, his other fingers tightening along your slit — pressing into the soaked undergarments. “Don’t I?”

You nodded with a lick of your lips, not wanting to say it out loud but left helpless to his appetite.

The outlaw brought his lips close enough to your ear that you felt the scratch of his stubble as he spoke, “good girl.”

Bending you forward, Arthur made your lower half bare to him, wetness glistening invitingly. Without warning he entered you with three of his sizable fingers, immediately motioning inside of you.

“So fuckin’ wet for me girl, thought you didn’t want this huh?”

All you could muster was a weak moan, focusing instead on the ebb and flow already increasing in your abdomen, the lewd sound of Arthur working your walls, the absolute debauchery and how good it made you feel.

“Got nothin’ to say now do ya? If you wanna come I better hear it.”

Arthur suddenly removed his fingers, leaving you desperate at the sudden hollowness.

The digits instead roughly penetrated your mouth, making you suck them clean of your juices. “Taste that? That’s what I do to ya girl, may as well jus’ admit it.”

“Now…beg for it.” he asserted harshly as you whined around his fingers. The palm of his other hand collided with your ass, leaving a hot sting. “Ain’t playin’ girl. Beg. Or I’ll take what’s mine and go.”

And this is what you wanted. For Arthur to tell you off and take you, to make you beg and turn you into jelly. The shame was merely an afterthought now that your carnal body had taken over.

“Please Arthur,” you swayed your ass and rolled your hips. “Please — let me come.”

Another playful slap landed on your backside as he stuffed his fingers inside of you once more, “yer lucky yer so goddamn gorgeous.”

You felt his other hand move to your sensitive bud, rolling in circles as he fingered you. “C’mon now, lemme feel how bad you want it.”

Obscene noise and filthy words filled the cell and ushered in your peak, waves of fluttering giving way to squeezing pulses around Arthur’s fingers.

Crying out your body fell forward, shaking and spent.

Giving you no time to recover, Arthur spread your swollen and sensitive lips as he entered you, flush with your ass and twitching in your core, a relieved groan escaped his lungs.

“Fuck…Arthur!”

“You can take it sweetheart…you can take it.”

As wet as you were — and as wet as he always made you; there was still a sweet sting as you adjusted to his girth. But Arthur was not patient today.

His iron grip on your waist was the only thing keeping you from collapsing as he pistoned in and out of you, pushing the air from your lungs with each thrust.

“Someone,” you fought through the stuttered breaths, “stop — someone could come in!”

“Oh but you’d like that wouldn’t you?” Arthur pulled your hair and rode harder. “You’d like the whole town to see what a little whore y’are, ain’t that right?”

Arthur slowed his pace to a long, languid grinding. “Let ’em watch, then they’ll know yer all mine.”

His substantial hand travelled slow down your spine, almost lovingly. You had a feeling this wasn’t part of the act.

“No one else gets to touch you like this — take you like this.”

Your breath hitched in your chest at Arthur’s words, injured ankle faltering slightly. Taking notice he untied you from the cell bars and laid you face down, flat on the cot.

Now that you were more comfortable, his demeanor snapped back to dominance.

Arthur’s hands pawed roughly at your ass, fingernails digging in as he rutted against your dripping slit.

You couldn’t help but grind your mound against the thin mattress and ass along the bottom of his shaft, the time for feigning disinterest long gone.

“Give it to me,” you pleaded against the thin pillow, losing all composure.

Keeping your legs together Arthur once again entered you, the sting no lesser in this tight position. “Look atcha, ain’t even hidin’ that ya want it anymore.”

Arthur’s broad torso encompassed you as he hovered above your back, repeatedly slamming into your heat with hot, wanton breaths against your ear.

Pressed into the mattress you listened to Arthur’s breathing become ragged and felt his body stiffen, all signs that he was close.

In one swift movement he pulled out to flip you on your back, pinning your wrists above your head as he plunged back into you.

“Wanna look at that pretty face while I fill you up. You want it?”

You turned your head to the side, feeling your body flush with heat from the intimacy of his words — of his future actions.

“Yeah you do,” Arthur leaned into your neck, sucking and biting at the tender flesh above your collarbone.

You couldn’t help but grind against him as he bucked into you, much to his delight. “Such a dirty girl, knew you wanted it. Coulda just enjoyed it sooner if ya weren’t such a goddamn brat.”

Lacing your fingers through the honey locks pressed against his forehead in sweat, you tugged gently while dragging the nails of your other hand down his back.

Arthur winced with a proud smile, “gonna empty myself inside ya.” He paused with a bite of his lip and groan, “I’ll be drippin’ down yer thighs and all over that nice dress…”

You could feel his cock flexing inside your heat, talking himself into a frenzy with each passing second.

Falling on top of you as his climax took over, Arthur moved in for a heated kiss; the first since he walked through the door.

Pressing deep inside you his hips moved in shallow jerks while painting your walls. A single, honest groan released from his mouth into yours, turning into whimpering shudders as his tongue roamed.

Arthur laid his forehead on the pillow beside you with a quiet expletive as you both took a moment to catch your breath.

Stirring slowly you felt his calloused hands running down your calf and toward your ankle. “Y’okay?” He gently ran his thumb over the swollen skin, “I can go take care of that bastard, don’t give a damn if he’s the Sheriff.”

“I’m okay, handsome.”

“Good. Ya know, ya didn’t need to get yerself arrested to get me to uh,” he grinned with a chuckle, “well…fuck ya like this.”

Playfully slapping his chest you exclaimed, “you know I didn’t do this on purpose!”

“I dunno, yer a pretty wild woman. I wouldn’t put it past ya.”

“Shut up,” you teased.

Arthur was rough around the edges but you trusted him. After many mornings of trying to keep quiet in the tent, humid nights shared at the Flat Iron lakeside, sweating and entwined with praises and whispers; you couldn’t help your lust drunk confessions. Wanting excitement and thrill, to do things the other hadn’t done with anyone else.

“So was it…thrillin’ enough for ya then?”

“That and then some, cowboy.” You ran your hand across his bulky chest. “What’d you think?”

“That it’s the hottest — and craziest thing I ever done,” he laughed and squeezed your ass playfully. “And on that note we should get goin’ ’fore anyone comes back.”

As the two of you began making sure you were decent, you inquired, “won’t Sheriff Gray put it together that it was you who broke me out?”

“He’s drunk as Uncle on a Saturday night sweetheart, he won’t even remember I was here.”

Arthur paused as his tone grew stern, “really though, what were you thinkin’? You gotta be more careful.”

He was right, but his pension for being overprotective and pushy in these situations felt unnecessary after an injury and arrest. “Most of the gang’s been in jail or tights spots at least once, comes with the territory.”

He taunted, “maybe, but what if I ain’t around to rescue ya next time?”

“I could’ve broken out myself. Wouldn’t be hard to seduce a nervous old deputy anyway,” you winked.

“Ain’t funny.”

“Well quit givin’ me a hard time then.”

“Alright alright, let’s get ya outta here.” Arthur wrapped his arm around your waist as he ushered you through the back of the jail, supporting you through your slight limp.

Before he helped you up on his horse you planted a quick kiss to his cheek, “thank you, Arthur.”

He shrugged dismissively in response but the rosey tint forming on his face didn’t go unnoticed. “C’mon now, let’s get you home and get that leg better.”

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Hello, hope your having a good day/night?

I dont know if your still taking requests but if you are could I request HH Arthur Morgan x LH Male S/O

A/N: I'm sick, so I might write more fanfics now. Hopefully you'll enjoy <3 I'm sorry if it's not what you had in mind!

HH Arthur Morgan x LH Male Reader

"Crazy bastard"

You were sitting by the fire late at night, drowning your sorrows in some whiskey. It was the usual time where dark thoughts came over you. You were a bad man. A horrible one. You lived a bad life. Not by choice... You had to adapt to the life you were thrown into.

Taken in by a strange couple and their unruly son when you were just a kid. Saved from getting shop by an angry shop lifter. What an interesting day.

"Hand them over boy..." The man growled at you. You hugged the two cans of beans closer to you, glaring at him. You were desperate, starving. You didn't know how to use a gun, how to hunt, so you had to steal. This time however, you got unlucky.

"Piss off" you hissed at him. The man looked furious, pulling a gun out, pointing at you. You froze, feeling like a caged animal. Nowhere to go, getting killed over some food... Not exactly how you wanted to die. Your pa would be disappointed.

No, he'd be disappointed if you gave up. You won't. You held the cans tighter, only raising one hand slowly. The man watched you, hoping you'll pass the cans over to him, and instead was greeted with a middle finger. You gave him a grin.

"I am not dying yet partner" you pushed down the fear, getting ready for a bullet. If you're going to die, then at least with some honor.

There was a gunshot.

But the bullet never came. Instead, the man fell on his knees, wide eye, blood slowly leaving his mouth. He fell on the ground, face first. You looked at him confused before noticing a hole in the back of his head. There was a quiet chuckle behind him.

"Nice work Arthur" said a black haired man, you soon-to-be leader, walking over the man, approaching you. "Now who do we have here?"

From that day on you joined Dutch's boys, becoming their second son. You grew close with Arthur, akward conversation turning into late night talks. But, it wasn't a family you hoped for.

You killed many people. Men, women, children sometimes too. Robbed people, both wealthy and poor. Became an errand boy, especially when Herr Strauss joined, having to go around collecting debts. Beating the crying people who begged for mercy.

You were there when the Backwater mess happened. When John got brought back from being torn apart by wolves. When they brought the woman, Mrs. Adler and the "not O'Driscoll" in. When they brought Sean back home.

And now you were stuck near Rhodes, staring at the fire, thinking how your life would look if you'd try to be a good man. If you tried to behave. If you didn't stole those damn beans.

You got up, sighing heavily, feeling the alcohol go into your blood. You headed over to your tent, passing Dutch. You could've stayed quiet, but something pushed you to open your mouth.

"There he is... When are we going to Tahiti, boss?" You scoffed at him, only to get a confused look. You narrowed your eyes "we both know you plan is bullshit, so how about you tell everyone the truth that we're fucked?" You growled. Dutch, now turning irritated turned to you.

"Cut it out, son. I get you're stressed, but we don't need that right now."

"oh I ain't stressed... I'm just seeing clearly" you grinned, but got yanked away to the side. You blinked confused and turned to yell at whoever grabbed you, until you realized it was your beloved Arthur Morgan.

"What are you doing Y/N?" He frowned and looked at Dutch with a sigh "he's been drinking again.... Don't mind him. You'll work it out, you always do" he nodded to him, pulling you away. You rolled your eyes, pushing him away, yet going in the same direction he was pulling you to - his tent.

"Why do you have to lick everyone's ass?" You muttered, walking in. Arthur frowned, following you.

"We're in a tough situation, no need to steer up more commotion" he walked closer to you. You turned to him, glaring at him.

"Of course, because you're the high and mighty Arthur 'Perfect Son' Morgan, aren't you?!"

He looked at you surprised. To be honest, you yourself wasn't quite sure where that came from.

You loved him. He was the love of your life, you'd never hurt him. But you were jealous. Jealous about how he was better than you. How he was nice to everyone, how they all adored him. How he got smiles and pats on the back while you got scowls and scoffs. You were a bad man, you knew that. But you wanted to be adored. To be known.

Yet being nice seemed to be pathetic.

Arthur furrowed his eyebrows, placing his hand on your cheek. You let out a quier sigh, turning your head away. He was looking at you a bit, then cupped your face, turning to him.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing" you pushed his hands away "go be adored. Go find someone who won't ruin your reputation. Go suck everyone's dick so they love you"

"The hell are you talking about?" He laughed, but stopped, noticing you were serious. He frowned, taking your jaw, turning your head to face him.

"I am not leaving you."

"I'm not good for you, Arthur!" You glare at him. "I'm a monster! A good for nothing killer, I don't deserve you, I'm not good for you!"

"Horseshit" the man rolled his eyes. "You're perfect for me"

"I'm not! Maybe you're perfect, but I-" you couldn't even finish because Arthur captured your lips in a soft kiss. You wanted to push him off, but sighed, melting into it. He snickered quietly to which he earned a hit (more of a tap) on the chest. He slowly broke the kiss, looking you in the eyes.

"That's not true" he smiled. "You're everything I could ask for"

You were staring at him quietly, before burying your face in his chest.

"... You smell like cigarettes" you changed the subject. You always did when you got embarrassed or didn't want to face the truth. He sighed softly, petting your head.

You stayed like this for a bit, before you could hear his voice again, jumping a bit as you didn't expect it.

"Hey Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"Have you had the dark thoughts again?" He placed his head on top of yours, petting you softly. You blinked.

".... Maybe a bit"

"You know what it means~" he hummed, one of his hands sliding down, grabbing your ass. You tensed up surprised before chuckling quietly.

"Crazy bastard...."

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