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when men like you come around chapter II

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x OFC!Ethel

Summary: Arthur reflects on how he feels about Miss Ethel Taylor when they find themselves stuck together, running a con as a married couple.

Tags/Warnings: Rivals to lovers, slow burn, sexual tension, High Honor!Arthur, bickering, Arthur POV, he lowkey is pining for Ethel but doesn't know it.

Wordcount: 3.4k

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Arthur knew women like that Miss Ethel Taylor.

“High society ladies,” or so she liked to call herself, were nothing but trouble, if you asked him.

He would know this well, after spending up all his hopes and dreams on one.

A woman like Miss Taylor had her own best interests in the forefront of her mind at all times. Her moves were carefully calculated, in a way that Arthur had to respect, especially when the whole gang saw the hauls that she and Hosea began to bring in once the old man taught her how to use those pretty little smiles and smooth talkin’ words to their advantage.

But he couldn’t trust her, not completely. Even when Hosea would clap her on the shoulder and tell Dutch about the effortless act she had put on with just a hint of pride, Arthur would watch the way her mouth curled up into another smile, wondering if every twitch of her lips was as deliberately plotted out as it was towards the folks she had been taught by those same men to swindle.

Arthur tried to tell himself that he wasn’t being petty. That he wasn’t unfairly perceiving her the same way he did all those rich city folks.

But that was the heart of the issue.

That despite all Miss Taylor’s fancy talk, her dignified air, the polished manners and prim posture—there was something about her, some look in her eye, that he had never seen in a lady born and raised for the finer things in life.

There was the strike of match behind an amber glow of those eyes, one that he wasn’t sure could start a fire or light a fuse to something considerably more dangerous, explosive, not just burning down everything down around her, but taking it all out in one definitive blow.

He had seen this fire the first time he met the lady, drawn to the sounds of gunfire like a second nature, following the instinct of survival and death in the air to see the dead body left on the trail and two people riding at breakneck speed away from it.

There was another gunshot as a blur of a woman passed, not from the rifle she gripped on for dear life with one hand just as much as her reins in the other, the bang echoed by a choked sob, and Arthur was swiftly climbing into the saddle of his trusted mount before speeding after the lawman hot on her trail.

He was aiming down the sights then before he could stop to think, pulling the trigger by reflex alone, watching as the lawman becomes deadweight caught in the stirrup of his saddle, dragged away as the woman brought her horse to a slower pace, dared a glance back, and Arthur saw her fire for the very first time.

Blazing dangerously, threatening to burn him at a moment’s notice, and Arthur didn’t feel fear then, but sympathy.

It was a wild-eyed look, similar almost to pure fear and natural instinct to fight like hell that he had seen in the eyes of one of his dearest friends when the gang had found Sadie, who he could hear in the distance then riding hard to catch up to him.

Despite that fear, despite that dead body she had just left in her wake, this disheveled woman had replied to his inquiry about her current state with an almost appalled accusation of his own murder.

Arthur couldn’t resist turning it right back on her, even as he holstered his weapon, symbolically offering a hand to her even though he had a feeling of just how hard she could bite it, if not tear it off from him entirely.

And maybe she would have, if Sadie hadn’t showed up and saved one or both of their lives then.

There was an instant bond between the women that Arthur could almost see form, maybe some sort of familiarity passing through the two, but he didn’t think he could ever fully understand. Ethel had relaxed then, the rifle finally relaxed in her grip when Sadie carefully approached her, the shaken woman giving her first name and hesitating on a slight stutter, a syllable drawing from chapped lips that was not at all the same as the last name she finally offered.

It was a peculiarity that he could not put a finger on. A strange juxtaposition wrapped up in one woman, the first of many.

And that was perhaps the most infuriating thing about Miss Ethel Taylor.

That for all the ways he thought he knew her, or assumed he could read her, she was in all actuality a goddamn mystery.

Because a civilized lady doesn’t shoot down a lawman while she’s fleeing from another one in a blood-soaked gown.

A woman from high society wouldn’t have adjusted so easily to a life of lying shamelessly, stealing effortlessly, and shooting men without a second thought if needed.

Arthur had seen Ethel on occasion, during the rare situation where Dutch or Hosea were foolish enough to stick them on a job together, with her finger resting on the trigger after she pushed it down by instinct, hardly flinching form the kickback of the bolt action rifle against her shoulder, smoke rising from the barrel and drifting across her concentrated face as she stared down at the body she had left in the dust.

He had found her with that rifle on that day they first crossed paths, and she hardly let the gun out of her sight since. Nights not spent with one of the girls at her side were spent quietly by one of the campfires, a tattered old handkerchief saturated with gun oil in hand as she cleaned the rifle almost lovingly, with near reverence.

It was the way he cleaned his own weapons.

It was not a way any true high class lady would treat such an instrument of death.

Those nights when he would see her taking care of her beloved weapon across the camp, soft face aglow and auburn hair burning a deeper red in the firelight, Arthur would find his fingers itching for a pencil, feeling the phantom weight of his journal resting in his satchel on his side, and he’d turn away quickly.

It was a feeling he resisted on more than one occasion, but had given in on just a few.

Scattered throughout his journal, usually forced into a corner so as to not let her take up an even bigger space in his private thoughts, were drawings of a poised, elegant lady, delicate hands wrapped around the worn wood of a rifle with fire in her eyes.

Or there would be, if he could ever get to her face.

All those drawings were half-finished, face left blank, always abandoned the moment he began to sketch out full, soft lips before quickly crossing it out, page turned in a hurry to move on to the next beauty to catch his eye—mountains and forests, majestic steeds and loyal canines, and eventually, when he couldn’t seem to draw his eye away for long enough, her again.

The urge for his journal he gave into again now, not to draw, but to write, pencil to paper as he rambled to the beloved pages of his innermost thoughts the things he could never dare say aloud, for fear of mockery from others or even himself if he actually admitted them out loud.

And now I am trapped in some sort of “vacation” estate, so I am told, that is far richer than my blood, but might as well fit Miss Taylor like a glove the way she moves through the crowds of these fancy folks like not a day has passed since she was one of them. As if she was not planning to rob them blind with the same delicate hands she shakes theirs with now.

It is a strange thing, those hands. I have seen them kill, and I have seen them hold. I have seen their softness, just as I have seen the faint calluses on her fingertips. I wonder not for the first time just what mystery of a life this “civilized” lady has led. I also wonder how they would feel—

The words that were flowing from his mind to his hand were scratched out in an instant, a groan pulling from his throat as he snapped the journal shut and slipped it back into his luggage, back stiffening as he heard her voice from behind him, “What?”

“Nothin’,” Arthur mumbled, waving a hand to dismiss her attention without daring a glance back, setting his hands on his knees, feeling the uncomfortably high quality of the pants he wore as he leans forward, fingers gripping the fabric tightly as he remembers why he was distracting himself in the first place. “You done yet?”

“Patience, dear husband,” she responds in the smooth, silky way she talks when running a con, though the sharp way she enunciates the supposed term of endearment was not lost on him, thick-headed as he was. “That any way to talk to your beloved wife?”

“Not my wife in here,” he shoots back, hands clasping together to hang between his spread thighs now, grip tightening as he hears another rustle of soft fabric behind him, followed by a considerably unladylike snort that he was loath to admit he quite liked the sound of.

“How charming,” she muttered, no small amount of venom in her voice, and Arthur sighed, but made a wise decision for once around her to keep his mouth shut just then.

The entire time preparing for this elaborate ruse, from the camp to the train ride up until the moment they finally arrived at the mansion, was filled with her pointed jabs towards just how ironic it was that they were the two trapped into putting on this little show together.

“I don’t see why we have to be in a happy marriage,” Miss Taylor had said before departing camp for the train station. “Especially considering Mr. Morgan’s firm beliefs that such a thing does not exist.”

Arthur paused in the midst of loading their luggage into the back of the stagecoach, staring stubbornly ahead even as he felt Hosea’s gaze focusing on his face. Stubbornly turning his head away to finish packing their things, he listened to the older man’s sigh before the gentle response of, “Nobody will look twice at newlyweds doting on each other. You and Arthur will have the perfect excuse for whispers and getaways, if need be.”

There was a disgruntled sound of acknowledgement from Ethel then, and Arthur avoided looking at them both for another moment as he rounded to the front of the stagecoach once it was loaded up with the bags full of an absurd amount of ridiculous clothes for a few days trip.

As if reading his mind when Arthur finally turned back around to face them, Hosea offered a small smile, one that did manage to loosen the tension in his shoulders a bit along with the reassurance of, “It’s only for a few days, you two. As long as Miss Ethel does the talking, and Mr. Morgan does the robbing, you’ll be in and out in no time, and we’ll be all the richer for it.”

It was by reflex then that Arthur offered a hand to Miss Taylor to help her up into the seat, and he told himself it was also by reflex that she took it. Only once she was comfortably seated did she look down at the soft, ivory colored fabric of her gloves in the thick black leather of his, and she snapped her hand back in the same moment Arthur recoiled.

Shifting backwards, he found his hand flexing at his side, as if to desperately rid himself of the feeling of her own in it, before striding around to the other side to climb in beside her without a word. Even as their gloves removed any real feeling of contact, he could almost feel the burn of her touch. Not to mention the subconscious way the gesture had happened unsettled him, and clearly her by the tension that settled between them once they sat side by side, the reality of the fake life they were about to lead finally sinking in after going over the plan for nearly a week.

“Just try and act like you’re actually infatuated with each other instead of that,” Hosea remarked, and Arthur hated that he knew his old mentor was right, casting a brief sideways glance and quickly snapping the reins to go on their way to avoid acknowledging the hint of a jovial smirk on Hosea’s face.

For most of the trip, Arthur wondered to himself if such a thing was actually possible. Ethel was sending him fleeting glares more spiteful than the ones he usually got from her, and the continued passing remarks about their fast approaching ruse let him know she was still angry about what he had said to her over the silly book she was reading.

He knew it wasn’t about the book, not really. It was the pigheaded thing he had accused her of, and Arthur had enough sense to know that it was something he should not have said. There had been the instinct to apologize as soon as the words had left his mouth, when he had seen the fire go out of her eyes for the first time, creating a chill to settle in his bones, the familiar sharp sensation of guilt when he realized his stupid comment had put it out.

But then it was back, blazing as brightly as ever, licking at his skin with the taunt of burning him, and he didn’t have the courage to apologize now. Not when she’d surely not believe him, and not when he was most likely to just say something stupid again.

The ruse was sure to fail given how her hatred of him had just increased tenfold. They’d have to turn back as soon as they set foot on the estate that was to be full of rich folks on a getaway—from what, he wondered, papercuts and ink spills on pressed suits—to socialize, drink and hopefully, if their intel was right, gamble. 

But when the time finally came, Miss Taylor’s countenance completely shifted the moment they stepped out from the carriage that picked them up from the station and led them up to the opulent mansion’s wide doors. Her arm was looped through Arthur’s, gloved hand that had been so quick to pull away from him earlier draped on his shoulder, constantly pulling herself up on her tiptoes to whisper nonsense into his ear that appeared intimate and lovestruck to all the naive passerby who didn’t look twice at the way she held his arm in a vice-grip, a true testament  to how much she loathed doing so.

Following Hosea’s as always sage advice, Arthur let Miss Taylor do the talking as they made introductions, more than content for her to do the small talk, and the two settled into their roles as the happily newlywed Mr. and Mrs. Callahan just fine.

Until they were left alone in what would be their room for the next three days, and she was detaching herself from him in an instant once the doors closed, striding away towards her luggage to rifle for—

“Another dress?” Arthur had said incredulously as she pulled the fabric out before turning away from her to preserve her decency, even as she moved behind the changing screen in the corner of the extravagant room that was even larger than any of the nicer hotels he had stayed in. “Ain’t the one you wearing now good enough?”

“This is a day dress,” Ethel explained with a huff, and Arthur was reaching for his own luggage, searching for his journal to distract himself as soon as he heard the rustling and shifting of garments from where she undressed in the hidden corner of the room. “Tonight’s dinner is a call for more formal attire.”

“Day dress. Formal attire,” he had scoffed to himself as he settled onto the bed to begin scribbling away on the pages, hoping the words he was writing made sense as his mind surely didn’t at that moment. “All looks the same t’ me.”

But now, as Miss Taylor finally gave the all-clear that she was decent, Arthur realized just how wrong he was.

There was less fabric gathered on this dress than the one she wore during travel. What she wore now was sleeker, the fabric appearing a soft navy blue that shined sapphire in the lit lamps of the room, flowing around her curves like water that he desperately needed to satisfy the sudden dryness in his throat as she walked up to him.

Ethel’s brow rose, and Arthur only then noticed his jaw hanging open just slightly, snapping it shut quickly before it popped right back open when she gestured towards him and said, “Take it off.”

“Huh?”

With a roll of her eyes at his gruff sound of confusion, she gestured for him to stand, which he did, albeit with uncertainty until she tugged on the lapel of his jacket and repeated, “Take it off.”

“Why?” he asked warily, watching as she turned to kneel at his luggage, reaching her hands in to unceremoniously rifle through it as he snapped, “Hey! Keep your hands out of my things, woman!”

“Relax,” she sighed, pulling out a dark charcoal vest with a blue sheen to the lapels, along with a similarly colored checkered ascot tie with it. “I have no interest in your secret little diary, Mister.”

True to her words, Ethel didn’t touch his journal resting haphazardly on top of his things, but he still glared at her even as she gestured towards his jacket again with his clothing items in hand, repeating with no room for argument, “Off.”

With a long sigh of annoyance, Arthur tugs the jacket off, dropping it onto the bed behind him before pulling his current neckwear free of his collar in one smooth motion, deftly unbuttoning his vest in the next moment, all the while maintaining his glare.

Ethel didn’t shy away from it, nor did he expect her to. She merely watched him shed the vest before passing him the new one, letting him go through the process of buttoning it up and straightening it out before she took a step closer, surprising him when she popped the collar of his dress shirt up to pull the tie around it.

“I can do it myself,” his voice came out of his chest in a low grumble, yet Arthur made no move to do so himself.

“Sure,” she hummed, an acknowledgment to his statement, yet she made no move to pull away and let him.

Once the tie was adjusted in a way Ethel was apparently satisfied with, given her small nod and faint smile of approval, she pulled his collar back down, soft fingertips he had hardly even dared to daydream about brushing against the exposed skin of his neck with the action. The muscles jumped under her brief, surely unintentional touch, and only then did Arthur pull away, stepping out of her reach, well out of the danger zone of her roaring inferno, grabbing the jacket from the bed to pull back on.

“We ready to go then,” he started with a sigh, subconsciously tugging at the cuffs of his jacket before straightening, composing himself before looking back with a pointed address of, “Mrs. Callahan?”

Her chin rose in her own stubbornness, and Ethel wrapped her arm around his once again, though he offered it this time. She smiled that pretty smile he had tried to deduce so many times, feeling his stomach flip at the sight of it and the sound of her smooth voice replying with just as much of a bite in the address, “Ready when you are, Mr. Callahan.”

Arthur couldn't help but marvel at what a pair they were in all their tenacity and aggravation with each other, wondering how they were going to both get through this situation without one of them shooting somebody, or perhaps even each other.

Well, her shooting him, at least.

Lord knows why she hadn’t already.

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Boisterous

Summary: Arthur takes you to The Loft. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Female!Reader Word Count: 2,095 Warnings: 18+ MDNI Tags: rough sex, unprotected p in v, overstimulation, biting

a/n: I somehow ended up spending literal hours trying to perfect this drawing. I traced a lot and freehanded a lot too, but overall, I'm happy with the final product. TYSM for taking the time to read, like, reply, and reblog; I appreciate every interaction!

Boisterous: behavior that is loud, energetic, and often unruly. It describes a person or situation that is full of noisy enthusiasm.

When Arthur found "The Loft" two nights ago, he was grateful to sleep in a bed surrounded by four sturdy walls. The accommodation would've been perfect, but you were missing from it all. Lewd images of your past escapades together infiltrated his mind as he tried to sleep, and he made his best efforts to push them aside. Your pretty face lit up his brain, and he wrapped his hand around his cock, trying his best to imitate the ecstasy only you could make him feel. No grip was as delectable as yours, though, and despite a quick release, he was more pent-up than ever. He needed you there with him and planned to sweep you up and bring you back as soon as the sun rose.

The cowboy's sonorous voice roused you from your dreams about him, the early morning sun casting a golden glow on his face as he leaned over you. His beard had grown since the few days you'd last seen him.

"Get dressed. M'taking you somewhere."

Without a second thought, you joined him on the back of his horse within the hour. Arthur spared the details of this urgent impromptu trip, keeping you in suspense for the duration of the ride.

In a few hours, you'd passed through Valentine, went by Fort Wallace, and climbed up into the mountains of the Grizzlies East. As you rode on, the clouds grew thick and gray, and the smell of petrichor filled your nostrils. Arthur caressed a hand you had wrapped around his waist, reassuring you.

"Almost there."

But you weren't close enough; the atmosphere released a torrential downpour in the last fifteen minutes of your journey, leaving you drenched. A little after noon, you reached a towering outpost that Arthur coined, The Loft. Arthur ushered you inside, futilely shielding you from the rain and promising the heat of a fireplace as he closed the door behind you.

While you stood, rubbing your arms for warmth, Arthur checked for signs of other people, climbing a ladder and peaking over the top for a second before sliding down.

You two were all alone, finally.

When he got a good look at you, he realized just how soaked you were, the layers of your clothes sticking to you and showing every curve of your body. Arthur swallowed, mouth salivating from the view of your hard nipples peeking through your blouse.

All the blood left his head and traveled south, damn near making him dizzy. Maybe he should've been embarrassed, but he was just a man, and you were the most alluring thing ever.

Two large steps were all it took to get to you. One hand found the back of your head, and the other rested on your hip as he drew your lips to his, practically swallowing you in a scalding kiss.

You could feel the groan rumbling in his chest, and you giggled against his lips. The noise crescendoed as his lips separated from yours to find your jaw and neck. He rested his forehead on your shoulder, inhaling your scent while the hand on the back of your head traveled to the small of your back.

"Mmm," he hummed, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head. "I missed y'so much."

And he had you all alone, truly alone, for the first time in your relationship. He'd been waiting to make love to you the way he really wanted. Your previous rendezvous were hushed, whispered, and sneaky, your moans muffled by Arthur's lips or hand. Even when he whisked you away to a hotel, he was keenly aware of everybody else around who could hear the two of you. Turning you into a whimpering mess filled him with fervent pride, but he wanted those parts of you, especially the sounds you made, all to himself.

The thought of finally hearing all those pretty little noises at full volume was enough to rile him up, and his hand groped your breast, kneading with a force he hadn't used on you before. You shivered against him; some of it was from your arousal, but the other part was the cold.

"The fire, Arthur," you said, shoving him off playfully. Grunting, he tore away from you, grateful for a log near the stove.

While his back was turned, you peeled the wet clothes off your body and dropped your blouse on the floor. Arthur spun back around right as you stepped out of your skirt, leaving you clad in your bloomers and nothing else. His breath hitched in his throat as if it were the first time your body had been bestowed upon him.

"Straight outta my dreams," he declared, his blue eyes shining with pure avidity. And just like that, Arthur strode across the room, dragging a chair with him and putting it against the door nob, just in case. You were back in his arms in an instant, his kisses emphasized with unadulterated sounds of pleasure. A rough hand slid into the waistband of your bloomers and grabbed a fistful of your ass, squeezing, letting go, and repeating.

You sigh breathlessly as he feels you up, leaning into his touch. Then without warning, he tastes you hungrily, tongue fucking your mouth.

His chest vibrates with titillation again, and you're hoisted up into his arms just a beat later, his hands cupping your rear. You squeal, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding on tight as he carries you across the room and dumps you on blue cotton blankets. Breathing heavily, you watch under eyes saturated with desire as he promptly removes his own damp clothes.

You were just as taken aback by his body as he was with yours. Brown curls adorned his chest and stomach and gathered in a carnal wreath around his manhood. Touching him was like running your hands over a textured map: his scars, old and new, like rivers and valleys, while his muscles, firm and hot, were mountains and volcanoes. You could spend eternity exploring that map. Arthur would never get used to you ogling him in such a way, but now your hungry eyes lured him to you.

He climbed on top of you, pinning you under his weight. Usually, he'd ask if you were okay, but you answered the question before he'd even asked by tangling your legs around his waist and crossing your ankles to bring him closer.

His hard-on brushed against your leg, making him shudder. You helped him remove the last garment of clothes between the two of you, lifting your hips to help him pull the bloomers down your legs and off your feet.

Arthur normally took his time meticulously exploring you, leaving kisses in his wake, but damn it, the thought of the sweet grip of your pussy had been on his mind for days, and he needed it now.

His forehead leaned against yours, and he clutched your jaw, holding your face still to gawk at it. If someone saw him this way, they'd think he'd just completed a full sprint, every exhale coming out in a loud pant. Adrenaline coursed through his veins, turning him animalistic. He couldn't wait any longer.

The gunslinger dipped his head to look between you, a guttural utterance escaping him as you spread your legs, exposing your needy cunt. He held his cock, nearly discolored from being so hard, and rubbed it up and down your center, coating himself in your juices.

"Need you, woman," he bellows. The bass in his voice sends goosebumps spreading down your arms, and you nod, mouth agape, eyes staring into his. His jaw also hinges as he watches himself disappear inside you. Once wholly sheathed, he moans long and loud, a stark contrast to his regular subduedness.

You'd never seen him like this, so desperate and uninhibited. Your body responds to the unexpected but welcomed change, your pussy clenching around him, making both of you jolt. Holding himself up on his forearms, he rocks his hips into you at a steady pace, leaning down to kiss your neck.

Shy and coy Arthur had left the building, replaced by wolfish Arthur, willing to howl and snarl for what he wanted. And in the moment, he wanted to brand you with his mouth. Bruising you was defacing a masterpiece, but it was a crime he was happy to commit. He was an outlaw, after all. He nipped at your neck with his teeth, leaving a mark before moving on to another spot to do the same.

You cried out, the first orgasm of the night building within you. He knew your body well and adjusted to give you what you needed, straightening his back, digging his thumbs into your ribs, and pistoning in and out, his hand going to rub your clit. Head tipped back, he moaned, no, roared, with every thrust.

You knew this was rare: Arthur Morgan losing complete control of himself. He was lost in you, lost in your wetness, lost in your tightness, and lost in those sounds. His head snapped down, and he stared right through you, eyes wild.

"Let me hear you," he demanded, slowing his strokes to get your attention. Head spinning, you gasped, too cock drunk to pay attention to what he was saying.

Grumbling, he pulled out of you to switch positions, now standing on the side of the bed. He guided you back to him, aligning your backside with his crotch. He hugged you to his chest, your back pressed into him. Your hands instantly went to his forearm, holding onto him as he practically held you in the air.

"I said let me hear you," he growled in your ear, accenting each word of his demand with an electrifying pulse of his hips. You arched your back into him, his name coming off your lips like thunder.

"That's it, darlin’."

Perverse sounds of wet skin slapping together and boisterous cries filled the cabin.

You were starting to see stars, your vision blurring as you focused on the pressure building in your insides, wanting so desperately for it to boil over. Your toes dug into the buckskin rug at your feet, trying to keep the rest of your body upright.

Arthur was a machine, pounding into you with the goal of bringing both of you to the edge. He didn't relent—didn't show any mercy for the mess you'd become under him. It was overstimulating in the best way possible.

You just needed a second, just one, to get your barrings. Attempting to scoot forward for that break was futile. Arthur moved with you, his length plunging deeper than ever.

"C'mere," he growled as his cock grazed against that sweet spot in the depths of your core, making you holler out and lose the little balance you had left. It didn't matter, though; he held you taught against him, pinning your body between him and the bed. Keeping one arm wrapped around you, the other touched you right where you craved.

"Now," he groaned into your ear, fingers circling your clit antagonizingly slow. A chuckle exited him as you melted to his touch. "Want you to come undone right here. Can you do that for me?"

Droplets of sweat fell from his head onto your back, and you moaned out, "Y-yes, Arthur."

You didn't take long then; a wave of warmth crashed over you as your velvet walls contracted around him, making the man curse into the now-hot cabin air. His hips kept their steady rhythm as you came, Arthur chasing his own climax now.

"Good girl, good girl, good girl," He moaned with every thrust as you clenched around him. He folded himself in half, once again putting his full weight on you, his heart pounding against your back like a drum. More erratic now, his rhythm lost its steady cadence as his balls tightened, his orgasm coursing through his veins.

He pulled out of you, one hand still gripping your side as the other one pumped furiously at his cock. Moaning, whimpering, and whining, Arthur threw his head back as hot spurts of his lust splattered across your back.

Hand falling from your hip, his breath slowed as clarity flowed back into his eyes. Using his discarded bandana, he wiped his sins away from your back before gently rolling you over. He scratched the back of his neck, a sly grin making home on his face as he watched you splayed out and spent. Arthur had gotten everything he'd ever wanted: a bed, four walls, and you.

Riding Class || Arthur Morgan x Reader Fluff

Summary: You and Arthur decide to get outside the compound for a while. It’s also the very first time Arthur provides initial riding class to his eight-year-old son.

Words: 1861

Author: Cass & Rouge

It was a nice, warm day. Arthur was cleaning his horse while watching his eight-year-old son. Noah was playing with his older "brother", Jack. Kiddo liked to call man that because boys were spending a lot of time together. Arthur didn't mind it, John was like a brother to him and he was glad his son had a good company.

You walked out of a tent, stretching your back lazily. "Good morning, handsome," you placed a little kiss to Arthur's cheek, wrapping arms around his waist tightly. "As I see, Noah plays since he is up."

Arthur smiled and wrapped arm around you, putting brush away. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he said, kissing you softly. He nodded.  "Yes, you know him. He likes to play, just like Jack," Artur sighed. "Hey, maybe we should take Noah and just ride somewhere? To rest a bit away from camp? For a day, or two?"

"It's an great idea, darling," you smiled brightly and waved hand at your son. "Noah, c'mere for a second!"

Boy was a bit confused when he came to you. "Yes, mommy?"

"Dad has something to tell you," you announced happily, looking at Arthur.

Arthur crouched to get on boy's level and smiled "We’re gonna go somewhere for maybe two days. We will go somewhere outside the camp. Just three of us... Well, five if we count the horses."

"And Jack?," boy asked sadly as he turned head to look at his mate. "He will be alone here?"

You chuckled softly and looked at your husband.

Arthur smiled and looked at you, then back at his son. "It's just a two days trip, son, we will be back soon. He'll be fine. You will be able to tell him everything when we will be back."

A concern was still visible at boy's face but soon it was all gone and he smiled at his father. "Okay, daddy. Can we ride horses then?! Can I ride a horse too?!"

Arthur rubbed his chin and shrugged. "Sure. I mean, mama will take her horse and you can ride with me if ya wanna."

"Yes, dad!," boy laughed hardly. "Can I take reins?!"

"No way, young man," you replied before Arthur. "You're too young for this."

Arthur stopped you. "Calm down, sweetheart." he said and smiled softly at Noah. "We will see what we can do about that. I mean, he can try I guess. I will be with him in the saddle," Arthur explained, looking at you.

You rolled your eyes. "Okay, let it be, but you gotta be careful, both of you, do you understand?," you asked in a serious voice.

Noah nodded quickly. "Yes, mom, I'm a big boy!"

"I am a big boy too, sweetheart!," Arthur added, ruffling boy's hair. "Okay, so take your mama to tent and help her pack some stuff. I will prepare horses."

Afternoon ride has started as soon as it got.

Your horse was walking slowly behind Arthur's stallion, you were watching beautiful nature surrounding you.

Noah was sitting in front of Arthur. He was holding reins tightly in his gloved hands.

They ride like this for few more minutes before Arthur offered reins to Noah. "Still wanna try?"

You glared at him with cocked brows, yet you remained silent, you didn't really want to start a fight, though you were oh so afraid of your little boy.

"Yes, papa!," Noah happily grabbed the rains in his tiny hands and moved them, making horse turn to its left.

"Wo-ho! Wait! Let me help ya," Arthur took Noah's hands and showed his how to lead the horse. "You see? Now he will walk straight," he smiled.

You couldn't help but giggle loudly.

Arthur's horse shook its head few times, neighing loudly.

"Dad! Dad! Look, horse is moving! It's moving!," Noah was oh so excited and he immediately turned around to look at you, but he did this too vigorously and he almost fell off horse's back.

Arthur wrapped his arm tight around Noah. "Bravo, but first of all, we stay in the saddle, okay? Keep reins just like I’ve shown you, okay?,” Arthur looked over his shoulder and shrugged. "You see? He gets it quickly."

"All I saw was that he almost fell out of the saddle," you chuckled, "But I see also, he gets it pretty quickly though," you nodded.

Boy shook his head. "Dad, leave! I'm big boy, I can handle!"

He looked back at Noah. "Okay, just remember what I told you," Arthur slowly moved his hands away from reins. Boy focused oh so much at keeping horse moving in a straight line. He leant down a bit, he almost forgot to breathe. His tongue was stacked out as he was having very serious face.

Arthur looked over his shoulder at you again and giggled, shaking his head.

After few minutes, Arthur looked around. You were on a nice, green glade with small lake. "Noah, stop the horse. We will set camp here," man said, patting boy's shoulder.

"Stop yourself, horse!," Noah stated firmly, patting horse's neck. But the animal was slowly going further. "I said stop!," boy repeated. When horse didn't obey his request, Noah turned to his father. "Dad, I think the horse is broken," boy shrugged.

Arthur did his best to not laugh but he failed, bursting with laughter. "You control horse with the reins," he explained and his gloved hands again took a hold of reins. He pulled gently and horse stopped.  "You see?,” Arthur smiled at his son and then he looked at you. "What do you think about this place, darling?”

You nodded, still having your mouth covered with hand. "Sure, I like it," you stated simply as you got off the horse and walked to Arthur's stallion. You helped Noah get back on the ground.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, boy turned to the animal and patted its leg. "Good horse, we can be friends, too!"

"Yea, he sure was a good boy today,” Arthur took out a carrot out of his bag and fed the horse. After that, he started to set the camp. He prepared the tent and small bonfire. "All right! All set up."

After the late dinner, you were slowly getting ready to sleep.

Although your son had rather different idea. "Dad?," young boy walked to his father and climbed onto his lap. "I have a very, very serious question to you."

Arthur was sitting in front of bonfire, humming quiet song. "What is it, son?," Arthur asked taking off his hat and bag.

"Since I did very well at our first riding session," boy started, "I was considering a possibility of riding some more. Like now."

"Uhm... Well. I have nothing against it, I guess," Arthur muttered, stroking his cheek and chin. He shrugged gently, looking over at you. "But you also need to ask this beautiful lady there. She needs to agree, too."

Boy nodded and quickly got up from father's laps, only to join you near the tent. "Mommy, I have a very, very serious question to you."

You crouched next to Noah, tilting head slightly. "What is it, darling?"

"Dad said I can ride a horse now. So I came to tell you, I'll be riding it now. Can I?"

You chuckled and exhaled deeply. "Tomorrow, cowboy, it's time for you to go to bed finally, this day was full of adventures and you gotta rest a bit."

"Well, I think she’s right, pal. You should rest after your first lesson," Arthur said, walking up to both of you.

Boy wasn't too happy but finally agreed with his parents. Rest of the night was calm. Arthur slept peacefully cuddling you and Noah close. He simply was the happiest man alive.

Arthur got up first to ignite a fire and prepare some coffee for both of you and something to drink for Noah.

He smiled softly as he saw how Noah started to slowly wake up. "Good morning there, mister."

As boy was fully awaken, he came to his father. "Hi, dad, it's morning already, can I finally get on the horse?," he asked simply, grabbing his mug with tea. He drank it as fast as he could, keeping his eyes on his dad.

Arthur blinked and smiled. "You must be that stubborn after your mother," man took a coffee mug and walked to you, he kissed your cheek. "Good morning. Here is your coffee and I will go put that boy on a horse. Don't worry, I will be by his side.”

After these words he went back to Noah and picked him up. "Okay! Let's go."

As soon as boy was at horse's back, he grabbed its rains and moved them. "Go, go, let's go!," boy shouted few times but the only thing that followed his actions was horse raising its head up to look briefly at Arthur.

Arthur shook his head and tied a rope to halter so he still would have some control over the horse. "Noah? What did I tell you yesterday?," he looked at boy.

Boy scratched his head, humming. "Uhm, that I shall do this," boy moved reins, "And that horse will go. But it's not walking. I told you, he is broken inside."

"Nah, he ain't broken, boy. Try to gently nudge his sides with your feet but really gently," Arthur instructed. It was kinda amusing for him to watch it but he tried his best to teach his son.

Noah nodded and stacked his tongue out. He tried to follow his dad's order but he failed. "Daddy, daddy! My legs are too short, I can't!," two tears ran down boy's cheeks.

It ripped Arthur’s heart. "Don't cry, simply try again."

When Noah tried again, Arthur gently pulled on horse's robe so animal moved. He held the rope tightly in his hands. "Ah! You see? You did it!"

"IT'S WORKING, DAD! MOM! MOM, WAKE UP, SEE ME RIDING A HORSE! IT'S WORKING AGAIN!," boy shouted loudly, laughing happily. He forgot to keep the rains as he started to clap his hands.

"Noah, rains," Arthur reminded him, looking up at boy.

Noah caught the rains, giggling. "Sorry, daddy!"

Arthur smiled as he watched his little son.

They were doing this for almost an hour, until Noah started to complain how sitting in saddle was becoming uncomfortable.

Arthur helped his son get off of horse. "How as it?," he asked as he carried boy back to little camp.

"It was nice, dad. You shall feed our horse or it will pass away from hunger!," boy reminded his father.

As soon as he spotted you near the campfire, he ran to you and jumped straight into your arms. "Mom! Listen, mom, I was riding a horse for almost an hour! But dad has to change the saddle for more fluffy one, this one ain't comfortable!"

Arthur laughed as he walk to you. "When you will be older, you will get your own, big horse and I promise you, I will get you the most fluffy saddle I’ll be able to find," Arthur hugged both of you.

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A Sweet Surprise || Arthur Morgan x Reader

Summary: You are pregnant with Arthur's child, what will he do?

Warnings: FLUFF!

Words: 1414

Request: @imphauser

Authors: Cass & Rouge

There were times I felt like the world was slowly disappearing in front of me. Or maybe it was just me who was fading away. Those moments... It didn't matter anyway. Because my empty burning lungs and my heart hitting my chest so hard I thought it will break my ribs and rip apart my skin were the only thing I could think about.

And the void. The black hole in my head, deep inside my soul, slowly swallowing all my hopes and dreams. That was the worst of those moments. The realization of the vacuum, the nothingness, the absurd of my existence.

Those times kept me awake at five a.m. and made me wonder: why am I living for anyway?

But deep inside I knew the answer. Everything was about to change. And there was another obstacle I was afraid of.

Life was good and everything was calm.

Arthur was busy outside the camp, killing and robbing were his bread and butter.

But there was always time to come back to place he used to call home. Return to this little, unusual family. Among these people was a woman that he had the honor to call his own.

Loving someone with a whole heart was something that was missing in his life for a long time.

And now he couldn't wait to simply take you in his arms again. He was finally riding home.

I heard familiar voice as soon as he got to the camp.

I sighed as I trembled inside. I got out of the tent and went to greet him.

"Y/N! My beautiful Y/N!," Arthur greeted me with an opened arms and smile on his face.

"You have no idea how much I missed ya. I am so glad to be back and I am glad you didn't decide to run away from me," Arthur joked, hugging me.

I smiled sadly, reaching to touch his face. "My love, you're finally back. I missed you oh so much," I said.

He took my hand and kissed it. "I hope you did. I am sorry it took so long. Lots of work but now I am yours,” Arthur said and suddenly picked me up. He noticed a little shift in my behavior. "Something's wrong, love,” he stated.

"Put me down," I asked politely. "Dutch was looking after you. And we gotta talk later."

 Arthur blinked surprised and nodded, then he put me down really gently.

He let out a deep sigh looking in the direction of Dutch's tent. "Oh, sweetheart. He can wait a bit longer. I missed you and I see something's bothering you. Did Micah bother you when I was gone? I swear I’m gonna rip his head off if he put his filthy hands on my woman," Arthur growled the last part frowning.

I shook my head as slightly as possible. "Kinda. But that's not a case. He was just lurking around. Saying some mean things but you good know I don't care about him," I explained, stroking over his torso.

"I’m still gonna punch that bastard in the face. Just for even speaking to you," he muttered and walked past me to find Micah.

"Wait, there's something more important and this involves us, both of us...," I whispered.

Arthur stopped and looked at me. He turned around and grabbed my hand. "So I was right. Something is wrong...,” he sighed and took me straight to his tent.

Arthur made sure to close the tent's flaps, for more privacy. He sat me on the cot and then he took a seat on a chair right in front of me. "What is it Y/N? Did someone hurt ya when I was gone?"

"No... It's not that," I said, rubbing my temples as I exhaled deeply. I closed my eyes shut for a longer moment. "Listen, Arthur," I got up and turned around, facing him with my back, "Something's happened."

He blinked, watching me deeply confused. "Uhm... Okay, then what exactly happened, if no one hurt you... What is it?," Arthur also got up from his chair. Right now he didn't know what to think, he was scared and confused. "Are you dying or something?"

I turned around and walked closer to him. I hugged to him. "Think, handsome."

"Darlin’, you know that you picked a man that is dumb like a haystack," Arthur took my face in his big hands and forced me to look at him. "What is it, darlin’? You have no idea how worried and scared I am now."

"Sit down," I asked him and as he did, I took a seat at his lap.

Arthur wrapped an arm around me. "Will ya finally tell me? Or you want me to die on heart attack?"

I kissed his cheek.

"I love you so much. You're a good man. Very good man. And the kindest human being I've ever met. And soon, you'll have another one heart to love you."

Arthur laughed softly listening to all 'good man' stuff but after the last part, I could see the blank look on his face. "Uhm... What are you trying to tell me, Y/N? Wait," he looked away for a moment, thinking. "You are pregnant?"

I didn't reply his last question. I simply took his hand and put it to my slightly palpable baby bump, looking him deep in the eye.

Arthur blinked few times, he gently removed me from his laps. "Dutch wanted to see me," he said and simply left the tent. It's not that he wasn't happy, of course he was. I was his woman, he loved me and got exactly the same in return. I provided him with the feelings he hasn't experienced for a long time but after hearing the news, his mind filled with the worst memories and visions of the past. He simply needed some time.

I blinked, it was not what I expected. I knew everything about him. He was hurt oh so many times. I knew he needed time to proceed the news

For a few next days, Arthur wasn't talking with me too much. I could see him talking with John or Hosea but that was all, he even spent nights in front of the campfire.

After these few days, he finally walked up to me. "Y/N... Can we talk?"

I was brushing horse's mane when I heard his voice. "So you grew up to talk, huh?," I asked a little too bitterly.

Arthur frowned. "Y/N. It's not like this,” he rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. I know. So, what do you wanna talk about?"

Arthur took my hand and gently pulled me closer. "Listen, I want to apologize for my behavior. You know that I ain't a good man and you know my past too well but... I talked with Hosea and with John. Hell... I even talked with Abigail," he sighed heavily and hugged me."I am just an old, scared, fool but this fool loves you. I am so sorry I left you then and I wanna promise you that I will always protect both of you,” he declared and put a hand on my belly. "Even if I will have to die."

I smiled sadly.

"But you can't guarantee that you ain't be scared enough to leave at some point, huh?"

 "Don't be silly now. I won't ever leave you, I love you... I love both of you too much to do anything like this," Arthur smiled and kissed me.

I smiled at him, he always knew what to say to calm my nerves oh so easily. I let him stroke my bump.

"Now," he picked me up gently. "Don't ya dare to do anything and I mean ANYTHING around the camp until this baby will be out of ya. Do you understand?," Arthur asked carrying me to our shared tent.

I giggled as ruffled his bangs. "Sure, cowboy. I'll let the dirt grow inside our tent and all around it. Admit that without my help you ain't gonna be able to keep a harmony."

"Nah! I will manage. I mean, it was all fine before I met you. So don't ya worry, besides, I am sure other girls will gladly help me," he giggled and kissed my cheek.

I couldn't believe his words so I punched his side with fist playfully. "Better stop it, old man, or I'll kick your sexy ass."

"Jealous, huh?," he laughed and kissed my lips. "I love only you and our baby. Nothing gonna change that, sweetheart."

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The Hidden Thirst || Arthur Morgan x Reader Smut

Summary: Reader gives Arthur some nice blowjob while they await Dutch. He almost catches the couple in unambiguous situation.

Warnings: Smut - Blow Job

Words: 1807

Authors: Cass & Rouge

It was a hot day, sun was shining on you and Arthur. You both were waiting outside some old barn waiting to see Dutch.

"It’s hot today,” Arthur muttered, taking off his hat to fan himself a little, he nudged you with his elbow. "How you doin',sweetheart?”

You cocked brow, you were visibly unhappy. "How do you think, fella? It's fucking hot, I barely can breathe. Couldn't we have found some place in 

a shadows to wait at that old brat, huh?," you asked casually, closing your eyes.

"Well, this 'old brat' you are talking about asked us to meet him on here," Arthur shrugged and looked around, looking for place that could meet your expectations. He looked at the barn and then back at you. "We could go inside. There’s a lots of shadow there."

"Yes!," you almost clapped your hands. Even the slightest thought of being in the shadows made you happy inside. You simply grabbed Arthur's hand and pulled him inside.

Arthur chuckled and followed you, putting his hat back on. It was indeed old barn, it wasn't destroyed butdefinitely empty for a long time.

He looked around some more and then his attention returned to you. "Better, sweetheart?"

You threw the hat off your head and sighed deeply, happily. "Yes, much better now, fella!," you exclaimed, looking at the man. You licked your lips slightly. He looked oh so delicious in that sweated shirt that was clinging to his muscular torso.

Arthur watched you with soft smile before noticing how you look at him He blinked and raised an eyebrow, he looked down in himself and back at you. "Something’s wrong with me, Y/N?"

"Wrong? No, no, nothing's wrong, you just look hot, Arthur," you said openly, smiling at him with a soft blush. "Tell me, how do you think, is Dutch going to come here soon nor not?"

Arthur shook his head.

"Y/N, I told you already. I am everting but for sure I ain’t that,” he muttered lighting on a cigarette."I don't know but I am sure he will be here on time. He told us to wait."

"He always tells us to wait and then he's late," you shrugged, walking closer to the man. You simply grabbed his fag and slipped it out of his fingers, inhaling the smoke. "It's unhealthy to be a smoker."

"Are you a doctor now? Or something? Give it back," Morgan rolled his eyes, trying to get his cigarette back. "Well, Dutch asked so we have to wait. You have your shadow so don't complain, Y/N."

You stepped away, avoiding him reaching his hand to get the fag back. "Uh-uh, bad boy, no, you ain't gonna get it back," you chuckled softly.

"Y/N, it ain't funny,” Arthur growled and suddenly picked you up."Give it back or you will fly into that haystack." He warned you, petting your ass. "So?"

You giggled happily, still smoking his fag. "Haha, you ain't gonna do it. If you'll pry, I'll have to punish you, big bro!," you laughed shortly, messing his hair with free hand.

He purred quietly at your touch. "Well, you asked for that." After these words you were flying through the air. You landed in a soft hay. Arthur was looking at you with smug smile. "Will you give it back now?"

You inhaled for the last time and handled the cigarette back to its owner. "Sure, cowboy," you giggled, "But it would be enough if you'd have asked politely," you reminded, smiling brightly at him.

"I am not a polite man, Y/,." he took the cigarette and shook his head as he helped you up. Arthur took your chin and made you look up at him."You really like to play with me, woman,” he smiled before kissing you then he leaned against the half wall. Only upper part of him was visible to anyone who would look through big barn door.

You stepped even closer, leaning all of your body to him. Your hands were rested on his torso, where you slowly stroked him. "I love to play with you, darling, don't you get it yet?," you asked, climbing on you tiptoes to kiss his jawline. You let one of your hands slip down his chest, simply onto his crotch where you pressed it.

Arthur growled softly and bucked his hips into your hand. "Darlin'... I know it very well but... Don't ya think it is not a right time or place?," he looked around. "What if Dutch will come?,” he looked down on you.

You smiled as you undone his belt and fly, slipping your hand into his pants. "You think I give a shit about that man, don't you?," you whispered, kissing his pulse point, "I don't. He can envy you, because he ain't gonna get the cookie, never," you giggled as you grabbed his soft cock.

He let out a shaky breath. "C'mon, Y/N..." At this point he forgot what he was about to say. It took him a moment to collect his thought, he looked at you with soft smiled. "Then better get on your knees and do your job, darling."

"Uh-uh, first, you have to deserve this, honey," you explained softly, pumping your hand against his cock. Your thumb stroked over his tip. Your rather long nails scratched the shaft and you smirked viciously as you felt how quickly he started to harden.

He growled and bucked his hips some more. "How, Y/N?," Arthur purred moving a little closer to you.

"Just be a good boy and be on the lookout," you asked politely, pulling his pants down, right to his ankles. You knelt down and pumped his length few more times, then you simply licked his tip.

Arthur snarled annoyed. "This is not fair, Y/N,” he muttered and rested his arms on the half wall looking ahead trough big door. Everything was calm and quiet. "Do I really have to look out for the wild wind?"

"And what you would like to look at, hmm?," you asked before taking his cock into your mouth. Your pace at the beginning was calm and slow, you were bobbing your head back and forth, your eyes on him, checking upon reactions.

His hands moved into your hair to take a bit of control over your moves. "Well, I would like to watch you," Arthur said and sighed heavily.

Your hands moved to his butt where you squeezed him. "Mhm...," you mumbled, still having his cock in your mouth. Soon, you increased your moves.

Arthur mooned and grabbed handful of your hair, bucking his hips to push himself deeper into your throat as he rolled head back. Oh, how glad he was that this weird half wall was completely hiding what was happening down there.

Suddenly, a very well-known voice pulled Morgan out of his bliss.

"Arthur! Y/N?!" It was Dutch.

Arthur bite his lips and looked down on you. "What do we do?," he whispered to you.

You didn't stop your movements, you still were bobbing your head, still having eyes on him, with a visible smile on the lips. After a longer moment you grabbed his shaft with your palm and pulled it out of your lips. "Fool him," you ordered, spitting onto his hard cock, stroking his tip with your fingers.

Arthur growled loudly. "I should kill you for that." He took a deep breath and looked away from you. "Yea, here Dutch. Imma... Imma here," Arthur called and leaned out the edge of the wall.

 Dutch peeked inside and looked confused on the other man. "And where is Y/N?"

"She…Uhm...," Arthur let you deep sigh and bite inside of his cheek thinking, "She is for sure somewhere. She said it's too hot for her here and she went to find some shadow. You know how moody this girl is,” he shrugged, pushing his hips forward a bit. There was no better thing he could come up with, his mind was clouded and he was too focused on the feeling of your lips around his shaft.

Somehow Dutch bought all of this, at this point Arthur was kinda proud of himself.

They talked for a longer moment. Something about some small robbery, even Arthur didn't know what was he talking about.

When Dutch left, Arthur grabbed your hair tightly and shoved himself deep into your throat. "Fuck!," the man moaned.

You sucked him hard, some wet noises could be heard all around. After a brief moment you slipped his cock out of your mouth. You wrapped palm around it and picked it up, pressing the member to his lower stomach, only to lick the main vain at the lower part of his dick. "You're a good liar though, Arthur," you praised him, kissing all over his length.

Arthur pushed your hand away and tightened grip on your hair, he forced you to open your mouth. "For that, you better shut up and finish what you started," Arthur muttered and pushed himself back into your mouth. He sighed with relief, he was so close and you just kept on talking.

He fucked your mouth with the rough but steady pace, moaning your name from time to time.

You decided to surprise him a bit, so you deep-throated his cock, looking him firmly in the eye. You held him deep in your mouth until he started to  throb.

"Keep on doing that sweetheart and I will cum soon," man warned you, stroking your hair.

You unbuttoned two first buttons of your shirt, just slightly enough for him to see your bouncing boobs as you were bobbing head back and forth along his shaft. You hummed, sending some vibes to his leaking precum dick.

Arthur gasped. "Fuck, Y/N. What are you doing to me, sweetheart?" The sight of you down there was something else and the pleasure you were giving him was something amazing."Such a good girl, sucking this cock so nicely," he hummed, praising you. Arthur knew he won't be able to keep any longer. "Y/N, I’m gonna cum."

You smiled at him. "In nor out?," you asked politely.

 "Out... I wanna see that pretty face painted with my cum," Arthur smiled back. "Besides, you were a really bad girl today. Teasing me with my own cigarette, making me lie to Dutch. Bab bad girl, go back to work."

You sucked him and bobbed your head for a brief moment, and when he throbbed hardly, you took him out and pumped your hand along his shaft until he cum on your face and boobs.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Arthur gasped stuttering his hips as he stroked his own shaft, letting all of his semen to drop on your décolletage. “Fuck you, sweet doll, you’re so fucking filthy,” he praised your actions.

You wiped his semen from corner of your mouth, smiling.

“I know, fella.”

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Warm Me Up || Arthur Morgan x Reader smut

Summary: You travel in mountains with the gang. During stop, you got pretty intimate with your boyfriend, Arthur.

Warnings: smut

Words: 1641

Author: Cass & Rouge

The weather in the mountains was terrible.

It was snowing so heavily that it created a thick curtain that made it impossible to look through.

You were lucky, gang stopped in some old mine town.  

You even got your own little cabin, it wasn't perfect. The place was old but there was a fire in the fireplace.

You were sitting on a little cot, wrapped tightly in fur but the most important, you were sitting between your man's legs.

Arthur was currently busy, writing something in his journal.

"I like your consternation during noting things down," you whispered quietly, wrapping fur tightly around your figure. "Aren't you cold? I can make you a mug of coffee," you offered softly.

Arthur hummed turning his attention to you. "Did you said something darlin'? Sorry, I was away with my thoughts," he said softly and put journal away before wrapping arm around you.

"Coffee?," you asked again, smiling at him. You rolled a bit so you were kneeling between his legs. You rested head on his knee, eyes on him.

Arthur shook his head and pulled you into a hug. "Nah, you are warm enough. You and your fur,” he smiled, nuzzling to you.

"Me and my fur, hehe, that's cute of you," you grabbed man's palm. "Ough! Your hands are completely cold! I think I know how to warm you up..."

"They ain't that cold darling,” he said looking at you. "Hoe to warm me up?" Arthur asked.

You knelt between his legs, slowly slipping fur off your shoulders. It turned out that you weren't wearing anything beneath it.

Arthur blinked shocked. "And later hear from you that you are sick. Crazy woman," man sighed and took you into his arms.

You placed a kiss to his jaw, then to cheek and briefly to lips. After that, you kissed his jawline again and then you moved to his pulse point on his neck, laying casually between his legs.

He muttered deeply, looking at you. "Y/N, what are you doing? What if others will hear?," Arthur gasped at the feeling of your lips

Your fingers were trailed against his muscular chest as you were slowly sucking his pulse point. "Shut up," you purred.

Arthur blinked and nodded slowly, giving himself completely to you.

You smiled at him and started to kiss down along his chest, playing with waistband of his pants. "Such a handsome man of you, Mr Morgan. All the muscles craved perfectly," you praised, getting lower and lower, along his happy trail.

"What a silly things you are saying…," Arthur blushed at your praises and those words for sure made him hard. He let out a sigh and rolled his hips softly, feeling how uncomfortable his pants became

You licked his stomach, smiling at him. You loved to tease that man, he looked like a bad guy yet deep inside he's just a soft bear. You unzipped his fly and tugged on his pants to pull them down.

Arthur growled as his hips bucked. He smiled and helped you with his pants. "Dirty girl."

"I can get even dirtier if you want," you looked at his soft cock and smiled. "What a beautiful view." You wrapped palm around it and pumped few times, then you slipped him into mouth.

Arthur gasped at the feeling of your lips around his cock. "Jesus, Y/N," he growled as his cold rough hand moved through your hair to your nape.

You hummed around him, slowly sucking every inch of his shaft. Bobbing head faster and faster you were keeping control over him. Your eyes still on Arthur's face.

Arthur relaxed and leaned back, watching you Hand that was placed on your nape now forced to deepen your moves.

You pulled him out of your lips only to suck the tip. Then you spat in him. Meantime your hand traveled between your legs to rub your already wet clit.

"We ain’t gonna play like that sweetheart,"  Arthur smiled and pulled you up. He wrapped one arm around your waist and other moved to rub your wet clit. "Now I’m gonna tease you," Arthur purred into your ear.

Your body twitched at his touch, a wave of pleasure spilled over it. "God...," you whispered, sucking on your lip.

"Nah, only your Arthur," he kissed your lips deeply as two of his colossal fingers slipped into you and started moving. They moved out slowly only so he could push the roughly in.

"Oh my God...," you became a moaning mess in his arms, head rolled back, legs spread a bit for him. Your core was already sensitive enough and it was driving you crazy.

"Now, time for something else, sweetheart,” Artur purred, kissing your cheek.

He removed his fingers and quickly replaced them with the tip of his cock. He moved it along your pussy's lips to coat himself in your wetness. Arthur pulled you into a kiss before pushing himself slowly into you.

"Fuck...," you whispered briefly but as soon as he pushed himself in your pussy, you let out a loud lovingly moan. "Oh... Right there..." The feeling of having you man in was oh so magnificent. You spread legs wider for him, rubbing your clit.

Arthur moved you on your back to reach even deeper into you. He made sure to hit your g-spot. "C'mon, sweetheart, moan for me."

"Arthur!," his name rolled over your lips, "Harder! Fuck me, cowboy. Show me what you got!" Your hand moved to his buttock where you spanked him.

Arthur grabbed your hand and moved them over your head. He held them there with his firm grip, fucking you even harder.

"Yes! Yes!," you were screaming. His huge features above you, dominating you so easily made you even wetter. You loved him taking over control.

He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you even closer, panting against your shoulder. "Fuck, Y/N. You are so good to me. Your sweet tight pussy gonna make me cum soon," he growled.

You wrapped legs tightly around his wide hips, deepening his thrusts. "You like to fuck that pussy, don't you? You like how that pussy squeezes your cock oh so nicely, don't you?"

"Yes, I love fucking your pussy and I love how it squeezes my cock," he grunted.

It didn't take him long to cum deep inside of you. The feeling of your soft, warm pussy around his shaft was too overwhelming.

Suddenly the door opened, letting cold wind inside. It was Micah. "Hey, Cowpoke! Time to move your ass! Dutch is...," he looked at both of you, soon a nasty smile appeared on his face. "So? That's why you got your own hut, guess screwing your whore wouldn't be so nice with others around."

Arthur pulled you closer trying to shield you from this rat's eyes. "Get lost, Micah. Tell Dutch I will come soon."

Other man nodded, smile never left his lips. "It was nice seeing ya, Y/N," Micah winked at you and left.

Arthur sighed and looked at you sadly.

A deep blush was covering your face when Micah simply opened your door. It was not that you weren't sure of yourself, it was rather an anger building inside of you. "Fucker," you snapped when Arthur slipped himself off you, leaving you empty.

"These are too gently words to describe him."

Arthur sighed looking down on you. "Ah... Dutch can wait. Relax, darlin'," he purred and returned to you. Arthur settled between your legs before moving them on his shoulder. "I am so sorry, darlin'," he hummed quietly before burring his face in your cunt.

With loud whimpered you rolled head back on the pillow. Within second the excitement was built again. "Mr. Morgan...," your hands were slipped into his fluffy hair. The feeling of his beard scratching your soft thighs was breathtaking.

"Yes, Mrs. Morgan?," he purred before wrapping his lips around your clit. Two of his fingers slowly slipped inside of you, he made sure to reach as deep as it was possible before moving out.

Within next moment you were a moaning mess. Rolling your hips, moaning his name, your core was wet and sensitive enough to get you over the edge. "Arthur, I'll fucking cum! Fucking right there, suck that cunt!," you held his head as you bucked hips to him.

"Good," man smiled against you and happily fulfilled your wish, adding the third finger to fuck you even better.

"FUCCCK!," you screamed as your release took control over you. Your walls clenched rhythmically around his fingers. Your body trembled and you forced him to get closer to you so you could kiss his lips, tasting yourself on it.

He kissed you back, gently removing his fingers. "Such a good girl," Arthur purred against your lips.

You spanked his butt. "Better go to  meet Dutch."

Arthur laughed and kissed your forehead. "And you dress up. I know that now you are hot like iron but please. You will get sick."

He quickly sucked his finger and got ready to leave, he gave you one last kiss before he went outside.

A few days later gang decided to move. You were sitting on one horse with Arthur, his arm tightly wrapped around you. You coughed as shiver ran along your body. "Is it just me or temperature is getting lower? I'm freezing."

"It should go up, actually,” Arthur took off his glove and put his now bare hand on your forehead. He sighed deeply when he felt hot you were.

"Great. Just great. Hold this for me," bearded man handled you the reins.

When you took them, he started to move behind you. Suddenly his thick blue coat was placed on your shoulders. "I don't need it now, anyway. No more sex in the mountains," Arthur summed up, taking reins back from you.

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The Last Encounter || Arthur Morgan x Reader (Reader POV)

Summary: You grieve deeply at the loss of your beloved Arthur but a chance encounter changes everything.

Warnings: none, just a little bit of sadness

Words: 3313

Author: Cass

You were free but it didn’t give you much. Gang was long time gone and you stayed all alone. No one needed your hunting skills, you didn’t have to collect money anymore and you got separated from all people you loved.

Most of time you spent on traveling from town to town or trying to earn some money here and there.

All people you once called family were dead, hiding or living their new lives somewhere. You loved the feeling of independence but at the same time you felt alone. Not to mention that you felt heartbroken.

When you heard about Arthur’s death you couldn’t believe these word, you thought it’s some kind of a sick joke… But unfortunately it wasn’t.

You never dared to visit his grave, you didn’t feel strong enough and didn’t know if you will ever be. Somehow you still believed it’s just a joke, every night you hoped he will just come to your camp or hotel room. Thing like this never happened.

You stopped your horse at the meadow.It was a nice, quiet place away from all those big cities and fancy people.

The life outside the city was easier to you, it was simple and that’s why you loved it.

You prepared your little camp and sighed sitting in front of a little campfire.You closed your eyes and immediately all the memories returned.

With eyes of your imagination you could see them - your whole family. Maybe it never was a perfect pack but you loved everyone in the camp. You opened your eyes and looked deep in the fire.

You wished to feel Arthur’s touch again, no matter if it would be his natural gently touch or wild one, a starved sexual touch he was often giving you in the privacy of your shared tent.

You were simply touch-starved at that point, you could have only imagined how he felt for most of his life.

You missed his voice and whispers. Didn’t matter if these would be his screams or whispers while making love, all you wanted was to hear him again.

Suddenly you hit the hard ground. “Fuck…” You hissed, sitting up. “Silly me..” You let out a sigh and sat back up, rubbing your arm.

You used to lean against Arthur while sitting in front of fire. This silly little habit still held upon you and you started to end up on the ground with realization that you were alone. There was no point in sitting awake too much. You quickly ate something, fed your horse and went to sleep.

Waking up in empty tent wasn’t always easy. You missed the additional warmth next to you and all those gently touches and kisses every morning.

You dragged yourself out of the tent and started to getting ready for upcoming day. “Maybe I should finally go there? I can’t… Run away from this.” You muttered to yourself, sitting in front of cracking campfire.

Your horse gently nudged your arm and you smiled sadly. You were right, you tried to ran away from this but there was no point in this anymore, it was time to face it. Arthur was gone and waiting for him to visit you in camp was pointless. He was dead and you had to finally understand this.

You drank your coffee and ate quick snack before collecting your stuff and mounted your horse. There was a long road ahead of you, so there was no time to waist.

Trip to the right took half of your day.

“At last he is where he wanted to.” You whispered and slowly dismounted your horse, then you approached the beautiful, lonely cross.

“Oh Arthur… I’m so sorry it took me so long. I think I was too scared to accept you are gone. Like forever gone.” You whispered, kneeling down on the ground.

Your hand gently touched the wooden cross, tracing letters with your fingers. You wanted to be strong, not to break again but this was stronger than you. “Why you had to do this?! Why… You were carrying whole gang on your shoulders and look where it had led you? Just… What with me? I am here. All alone. Without you, my love.”

You had no idea what got into you but you hugged the cross, maybe you had a silly hope to feel some of his heat but there was only cold wind.

You felt tears running down your cheeks, you clanged to the cross like your life depended on it but nothing changed. He didn’t come or you didn’t wake up from the bad dream, you were here in front of his grave and he was gone.

Grief and sorrow took over your life in a few minutes. You felt too weak to move, everything you felt was pain and loneliness. You wanted to get him back, you wanted to be able to touch him one more time, tell him how much you love him.

You spent many days in there, close to him with your stupid hopes and even more stupid dreams. Your back were resting against big rock wall, you were sitting and crying was all you were doing. Soon, you became unmindful to your own body, even when it started to wail you because of the weather, hunger or thirst. You didn’t move to eat, drink or find shelter from any weather changes.

Days and nights started to blend together, you couldn’t tell was it a day or a night and you didn’t really didn’t care anymore. All you cared about was this terrible scream of sorrow ripping your heart apart and destroying your mind.

Finally your body was too weak to keep you going. You simply collapsed on the ground and everything went black.

You woke up in completely different place, now you were surrounded by walls. Tucked nicely in a soft bed.

You were safe and warm. This would be perfect if you weren’t feeling like ran over by your own horse. Your head was spinning like thrown into tornado and your stomach hurt like hell but you still forced yourself to get up.Even if your legs were too weak to carry you, you didn’t give up. Using all your strength you dragged yourself to door.

Meanwhile John was sitting with others. “She should be glad, Charles found her. She would die out there, what was she even doin’ there? I thought she was dead or that she left the country long time ago.” Abigail said.

“Well, like you see she ain’t and I think she was there to say her goodbye but it was too much for her.” John shrugged and suddenly your soft whimper cut troughsilence.

You were still holding yourself on your feet by grabbing the doorframe as tightly as you could and honestly you were deeply surprised and happy to see John and rest of his family again after all those years. Everyone looked at you in shock because no one expected to see you back on your own legs so quickly.

“Christ, girl! Are you crazy?! You shouldn’t be up.” John muttered and walked up to you. You simply nodded and just then your legs gave up. John grabbed you and picked you up. “You are crazy. You should be resting but you never liked to listen, huh?” He said carrying you to the couch.

You only giggled softly and shook your head, your mouth felt too dry to talk. He set you down and looked at you, it was such a long time. “You are one lucky lady. Charles found you and brought you here, we were scared you will die.”

You let out a loud sight, you felt bad because you let your grief to take over you to the point it almost killed you.

“Here, this will help.” Abigail said softly offering you a glass water. “It’s nice to see you again, Y/N.”

You only nodded as your thank you and quickly drank the water. It was such a nice feeling to once again be  surrounded by people that once you shared your life with.

You were taken care of, really nicely. John and Abigail gave you your own little place in their house, at last until you would  get back in useful state again.

It took you around two weeks to get back to full health after your not so good adventure. You were highly grateful for their help, in return you were helping however you could. No matter what it was, cooking, cleaning, taking care of the animals or simply spending time with Jack by playing or reading books.

It was all nice but this didn’t calm the storm in your heart. One day you ran to John when you heard he is going into town. “John! Wait, I need you to get me something.” You said.

“What is it, Y/N? What can I get you?” He asked and smiled at you.

“I need you to get me a dress, a black one. You know, just plane black dress. Nothing fancy, I noted my size so you will be sure it fits.” You shrugged giving him little piece of paper.

“Uhm… Black dress? Why do you need it? I though Abigail give you few of her old ones.” He said slightly confused.

“I just need it please.” You said sadly. The truth was that you wanted to be mourning Arthur properly and you didn’t own any black dress.

John seemed to understand you. “Okay, I understand now. You got it, I will get it for you. Just, Y/N.” He put hand on your shoulder and rubbed it. “Don’t let it get over you just like last time, okay? We really don’t want to lose you and you are too young to join him now.” After these word John left to town.

You let out a deep sigh, you knew he was right but still you missed Arthur. You brushed off the thoughts and walked away to play with Jack or to help Abigail.

John returned at early evening, sun still was on the sky. You smiled sadly as he handed you packed dress. “Just like you asked, just be careful with your actions. Remember what I told you.”

You nodded and quickly disappeared in your room. Taking off your dress you looked at your own body. Some old scars, you got them long time ago while you still were running with the gang. Your hand moved along your skin in some random direction until it reached your neck. You notice something there.

“God… I forgot about this.” You giggled, touching a teeth mark. It reminded you about one silly situation. Once, during really heated sex, Arthur bit you hard enough to leave a permanent mark. You thought it was silly but also a little bit funny taking fact that Arthur was following you for almost two weeks and apologizing.

You tried to convince him that it’s okay, that you weren’t mad or anything but there was no use. Arthur still felt bad about if but one day some miracle happened and he accepted it, even started joking about it and that you were his, forever.

Oh yes, you were. You shook off the memories, you put the dress on and brushed your hair, humming softly.You grabbed your leather bag and quickly left house, shouting“I go take a walk! I will be back later!” before closing the door behind you.

The walk took a bit, you simply decided to go ahead until you found the perfect place to sit and rest and you did.

Even if it took an hour or longer, it was worth it. You found nice little field, close to the small forest and river. “This place will be perfect.” You said to yourself and went to sit near the river.

The place was simply perfect. Closing your eyes you started thinking about all the good things that happened in your life. You let your memories go ad your body relaxed.

All you could hear was a quiet and calming sound of a river and the soft touch of a wind caressing every part of your exposed skin which wasn’t that much to be honest. You enjoyed the feeling of your hair just being moved with every little blow.

You wished you weren’t here alone.

You sat like this in the ground, relaxing and enjoying the weather. Everything was calm and nice but suddenly you felt something sniffing your ear.

Your body went slightly stiff at the strange feeling, was it wolf that came to see if he can eat you or just a curious dog? What were you going to do, you were completely unarmed, you could fight with your hands but would it be useful against the wolf? Of course not!

You swallowed hardly and slowly turned around to see the beast preying on your life. But there was no wild, sharp-toothed animal trying to eat you alive. Instead, you saw a huge deer right in front of you and it was looking directly on you.

You let out a loud yelp and quickly tried to crawl away from wild animal but there was no use in this. With every inch you made, the deer was following you, still looking at you.

Soon, you stopped crawling and looked at animal. “What do you want? I don’t have anything good to eat with me, just go. Go away, please!” You whimpered terrified and covered your face with your hands.

The deer looked at you for a longer moment and soon lowered its head. You could feel its nose pushing your hands away, you let it happen.

Deer huffed loudly and nuzzled his head against yours. You blinked, frozen in place. Why was this happening? Why this animal was doing this? Were your dreaming? Maybe your fainted again and this was your dream? Were you hallucinating!?

After a moment animal moved away and looked at you once again. You bite your lips and decided to study animal carefully, maybe to figure out what it wants.

You tried your best, looking at every inch of the animal but nothing. Finally, your eyes stopped and deer’s eyes, they were nice and dark but... somehow you saw some shade of blue and maybe green there but there was one more thing. You saw a really familiar glimmer in those eyes, you have seen it before in one person’s eyes.

“Arthur...?” You asked even if it sounded like a silly thing to ask, it was a deer after all.

Right after your words deer let out a loud sigh that sounded even happy, he slowly lowered himself and laid on the ground.

You couldn’t believe it. Was it really him, maybe all those silly beliefs that you always heard about were real. You slowly sat on your knees and raised your hand to gently pet him.

He was visible happy with your movement because right away he nuzzled to your hand. “It must be you, oh Arthur.” You whispered and without thinking any longer just hugged to him.“I missed you... I missed you so much. How could you leave us just like that.” You whimpered, nuzzling to deer’s soft coat.

Deer let out a loud sigh and quiet sound, putting his head on your shoulder. He simply let you cry your sorrow out and as soon as you pulled away you were attacked with kisses. Could you even call it like this? He licked all over your face like you would be some salty treat until you started laugh, something that you thought will never happen again.

“What was that?!” You giggled, trying to wipe your face. Letting out a soft sigh, you sat next to the animal, deer put head on your lap.

“You have no idea what happened.” You whispered, petting his head gently.

You spent an hour or even longer telling him your story. The truth was you wanted to tell him everything but you felt like a fool when it came to the part where you almost killed yourself with your stupid behaviour but you didn’t spare him anything. You stayed honest with him. It all felt kind unreal. You were sitting on some field, petting a head of a huge deer that was resting on your lap and you were telling him the story of your life. It was obviously weird but somehow it brought you the comfort you missed for all those years, you were calm and you felt safe.

“…So yea, I ended up on John’s ranch. You would be proud of him, he have his own land with a house and everything. Abigail and Jack seems to be happy, It’s so nice there. I even got my own room.” You continued your story when deer raised his head and looked at your dress.“What... Something’s wrong with my dress?” You asked looking back at the animal.

Deer let out a quiet sound and started to nibble on your sleeve. “Hey, hey! Arthur! Stop, no you will destroy it.” This was the moment when it hit you, he had never seen you in black colour. You never dressed up in black colours, it just wasn’t your thing, plus you always tried to look beautiful and you never considered black as beautiful colour.

“Okay, I get it but just stop this.” You pushed deer’s head away and he muttered. “Listen, I know it looks weird but... I just had to honour you? I just wanted to to be in mourning. I mean, long time ago I heard that wives do this. I know we weren’t married but I just wanted to do this for you.”

Animal let out an loud, annoyed sound and started to pull on your sleeve strongly. “Arthur! Arthur! No! Stop it! I am sorry okay!” He didn’t liked it, you should have known this already, he would never like to see you mourning anyone. Not him especially.

You pushed his head away again, even if it was harder this time. “Okay! I get the message, I will take it as soon as I get home.” You promised and he calmed down immediately, putting his head back on your laps.

You let out a quiet sigh and started petting his head again, touching his ear or antlers from time to time.

You again felt like long time ago, when you simply sat with him in your tent, you would sit or read and he would be there with you probably scribbling something in his journal or just holding you. It was so relaxing that you didn’t even notice when the sun started to hide.

“It’s getting late… I should go before John will start to look for me again.”

Deer slowly got up and you followed his moved, rising back on your feet. Animal sniffed your hair and then nuzzled to your forehead. You did the same and smiled. “It was so good to see you again.” You whispered completely unaware of the tears running down your cheeks.

He looked at you and wiped tears with his muzzle, it was such a simple message and you understand it very well.

“I won’t be crying ever again.” After these words deer licked your face and you laughed loudly. “I love you too.”

And you let him go as much as it hurt you but you couldn’t just keep a deer, he was really free now. Just like he deserved to be. You watched him walk away until you weren’t able to see him anymore among the trees.

Letting out soft laugh you turned around and walked away.

After this pleasant meting you returned home completely changed, yes, your heart hurt because of the lose but you never let it get over you just like you did before.

You knew he was well and happy and you had to be, too.

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Brave Or Silly - ARTHUR MORGAN X READER DRABBLE

I wrote it for @thepaperpanda writing challenge

You looked at stranger with shy smile on your lips. "Haven't seen you here before, sir. How can I help you?"

He cocked brow and smiled back. "Whiskey. I'm not frequently around, darlin'."

With a nod you stated to prepare his order. As you finished you put the glass on the counter right in front of him. "So? Haven't we met somewhere before? You look familiar."

He sipped in his alcohol and then reached hand out towards you above the bar. "Arthur Morgan," he introduced himself shortly. "And no, I believe we haven't met any time before."

You leant to him resting chin on your crossed hands. "I'm Y/N. And well, that's a pity. What are you looking for in Strawberry?"

He shook his head. "You're too inquisitive, darlin'. I'm doing my businesses, that's all."

You observed him carefully. Man that introduced himself as Arthur was tall, well-built, with wide chest and strong arms. His face was handsome even with a scruff. A checkered shirt gave him some additional charm.

"When you end a shift?," He asked out if sudden.

He got you blushed.

"In half an hour," you replied simply. "Why?"

"You got me intrigued in yourself, darlin' and since I have some time off, I'll gladly take you for a walk," he grinned.

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Shift ended quickly and soon you were outside saloon, looking around in attempt to find Arthur. You spotted him quickly - he was brushing mane of his horse apparently.

You walked to him and asked if you can stroke horse's back. He agreed but since you were hesitating too much, man walked behind you and took your hand in his large palm, gently putting it to horse's back. He showed you how to stroke the animal and you giggled, you have never touched the horse before.

When you went at the wall through Strawberry's streets, he explained a little of his story. "... so I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to a song that I had only sang to just a few," he winked at you from under his hat and you giggled, blushing.

"Shall I feel special?," You asked.

"I guess so."

"I would never say you're.. an outlaw," you said lowering your voice. It made him giggled.

"Once I was knocked into a cocked hat, now I'm a different person, might be an outlaw but I also have my rules," he said as he walked next to you.

"I wanna see your camp. I wanna see how do you live," you said in excitement and it was when he stopped.

"I don't think it's a good idea, darlin'."

"Let me judge by myself."

He smiled at you softly. "It this is what you want... I'll come back for you at evening. Wait near the saloon. Then I'll show you my little world, Y/N."

"I'm so excited," you said. "You know, I'm tired of my life. I want to try something new."

Arthur put hands on his belt. "I don't know if you're brave or silly. Hope I'll find it out soon."

Horse Whisperer || Arthur Morgan x Reader Smut

Summary: During an ordinary patrol of your surroundings, you came across a stranger who immediately caught your eye. Was taking him home with you a good decision?

Warnings: SMUT!

Words: 3210

Author: Cass & Rouge

The thundering of hooves split the silence as a lone stallion galloped through the bleak landscape. The wind wisped his mane into the air like flames; after all he was a flame colored chestnut. His muscles rippled from under his freshly groomed pelt and his powerful legs. They propelled him forward and kept him going as he powered over the land. You held rains tightly, your hips moved back and forth as horse galloped.

It was until stallion slowed down, his ears perked as he shook his head angrily. "What's that, pal?," you asked stroking horse's nape.

Arthur tried to calm down the panicked mare. "It's alright, girl. It was just a snake, it's gone now." He huffed, trying his best.

Both horse and Arthur looked like after the acciddent. Man was all dirty and tired and horse was covered in grass and small scratches.

You rode to the man and his horse and got off your stallion's back.

"Ya need a hand, fella?," you asked with cocked brows and hands rested on your hips.

"Nah, I think we are fine. She just got spooked by a snake. Big one." Arthur said and horse started neighing and shaking its head. "What got into you today?" He asked, holding the reins tightly.

You tilted head and observed man trying to calm horse down. You took few little steps toward the animal, slowly reaching hand. "Easy," you said laying opened palm on horse's nostrils.

Hores calmed down really quickly.

"I hope she won't bite ya... She bit me twice." Arthur said, watching you. He was really impressed with fact that horse calmed down as soon as you touched it. Arthur just bought this horse and it was a really stubborn one so bonding was hard even for him. "Ya got some magical hands there, lady." He commented.

You smiled only. "If she's gonna bite it's gonna be only my fault, fella. She has to learn to trust you," you explained stroking horse's neck gently but making a little pressure.

Arthur laughed softly. "I good know that, but it's hard. She doesn't trust me, not to meantion she try to bite other horses as well." Arthur sighed softly and tried to pet horse's head but he failed. Horse only shook its head and huffed at Arthur.

"You do it too quickly, fella," you whispered and took horse's rains in your hands and took a bridle out of horse's mouth. "She's gonna never trust you fully if you won't take little steps," after these words you walked to your stallion and reached to bag hanging on his side. You pulled an apple and went back to man's horse, handling treat to animal.

He rubbed back oh his head. "Well... If I can be honest with you, I don't really have time for that." Arthur said watching you.

"That's why you have problem, fella," you chuckled at ruffled horse's mane.

"I never had such a problem before, lady." Arthur sighed and gently pet horse's neck. "Are you working in the stable or something?"

"They used to call me a horse whisperer," you chuckled softly, "but I never considered myself as someone with such an abilities."

Your stallion walked hesitantly to other horse and tried to eat its mane.

Arthur's horse let out a loud noise and walked away to hide behinde Arthur and nibble on some grass. "Oh so now I am your hideout or something. I think your horse ain't good in flirting." He joked and offered you his hand. "My name is Arthur."

You hesitated a little but shook his hand eventually. "Y/N," you introduced yourself softly. "What are ya doing in here, fella? Town is fee miles on west."

"Well, I was commin' back to my camp but she got spooked by a snake as I said... And we hit the tree." He muttered quietly because of the shame. "And what a fine lady like you is doing here all alone?"

"Patroling my neighborhood," you explained shortly. "I live nearby and since several weeks people living around are robbed and other things."

Arthur blinked. "Oh... It doesn't sound good, ain't you afraid someone's gonna rob you?" He asked softly.

Arthur robbed few folks but he didn't think it will be a big deal.

"Me? Afraid? No, I'm keeping my revolver under a pillow, so I'll shoot anyone who will try to steal something from me," you said.

You both could hear a loud thunder in some distance so you walked to your stallion and mounted him. "It's gonna rain, I believe. Do you need a shelter?"

Arthur though for a moment. He had his camp but it would be nice to spend storm somewhere cozy and warm. He got on his horse and smiled. "Well... That would be nice."

"I own a little stable and I believe we're gonna find place for your girl there," you smiled. "Follow me, cowboy."

Road to your farm wasn't too long yet long enough for rain to catch both of you.

Arthur nodded, looking at you. "You often bring strangers home? Ain't you scared I'm gonna hurt you or something?" He joked as he followed you inside.

"Believe me, darling, you would miss a chance to reach your revolver, I'm pretty fast and I don't mess around," you shrugged. "I trust in people."

"You still should be careful sweetheart, there are outlaws out there." He hummed. "Those men can do bad things to such a sweet lady."

"I'm not afraid. What's been written for me to happen will happen eventually, so I am grateful for every single day and every single moment I'm able to feel," you smiled as you led horse into the building of stable. You took off your hat and hang it on door to horse's box.

"You are the most positive person I have ever met." He giggled and shook his head. "I guess I will find myself a place here because I don't think you want someone like me inside anyway," Arthur said.

"As you wish, fella. Still, if ya will need anything, don't hesitate and burst to my house," you smiled at him and ran to the cottages house, covering head with hands to not get soaked.

Arthur smiled softly and looked at both horses, they looked at him with curious glances. "The hell you two lookin' at?" Arthur waved his hand and walked away to find himself a place to sleep.

In the middle of the night you have been woken up by a loud thunder. You yawned and got up rubbing temples of yours. You went to the tiny kitchen to pour yourself glass of water. When you drank content of the glass you looked at the stable through the window. You decided to go there and check upon the newcomer. His words about outlaws still roamed through your mind.

Despite the storm and rain the weather was still hot. Arther was sleeping on the pile of hay without his shirt, his hat laid on his face.

Arthur's horse was gently sniffing its owner.

You walked in the stable pushing the heavy door open. You peeked in and when a lightning went through the sky it shone on man's figure. You smiled gently, you didn't want to wake him up but as your horse sensed your presence, he neighed loudly so you had to walk to him and stroke his nostrils.

Arthur woke up and growled, sitting up. He rubbed his eyes then stretched up. "Who's there?" Arthur muttered and looked into your direction, he smiled softly. "Ain't it too late? Good girls should be long-time asleep."

You smiled to yourself in the overwhelming darkness around you. "I've came to check if you and your girl are all right but it wasn't necessary as I see. I'm sorry for waking you up."

He shook his head. "Come on, don't apologize. I don't sleep much anyway." Arthur explained and looked at his horse. "Yes, we are just fine. I was sleeping and I think she was flirting with your stallion."

Your hand traveled through your stallion's mane. "It's nice to see them getting along so well."

Arthur nodded and got up, then walked up to you. "Yup, they still have time for that, we leave in the morning. I wish she'd get along with other horses in my camp."

"What do you do for living actually?," you asked simply turning to face him, your brows cocked and head tilted.

Arthur shrugged. "Ain't you a bit too curious, lady? If you really need to know, I just travel around grabbing whatever job I can."

You shrugged. "Don't be surprised, I took you under my roof, offered you a place to stay, so little explanation is at least required," you chuckled. "Ain't it too cold without a shirt, fella?"

"If it would be too cold without it, I would never take it off." He smiled. "Ain't it too cold to just ran around in this thin nightdress?" Arthur pointed out and gently pulled the hem. "No panties as well."

You cocked brows even more but never shifted aside, out of his range. "Ain't ya too open about things, fella?"

"Nah, I don't think so. You are the one wearing ONLY the thin nightdress amd coming here to check on me in the middle of the night."

"Am I mistaken or are you suggesting something inappropriate?," you teased slightly.

"I dunno, am I?" Arthur purred, still playing with the hem of your nightdress. He lifted it a little bit.

The game he played turned you on. In fact, it's been a great while since you were with a man for the last time. You stepped closer and put hand to his strong torso.

Arthur smiled and wrapped his arm around your waist. "Does the brave, little girl is afraid of thunders and came to big, dangerous stranger to save her?"

"Maybe? Or maybe not?," you ran fingertips over his rough skin. "Even if, are ya gonna save me, fella?"

"Such a fine lady?" Arthur whispered as his hands moved under your nightdress to gently stroke the bare skin of your back. "It would be a shame to just push you away."

You climbed on your tiptoes. You brushed cheek against his jaw, almost moaning. "Oh, would it, cowboy?" You rubbed your hips against his crotch accidentally.

Arthur smiled and his hand moved from your back to your belly. He made few lazy circles there before slowly moving it lower. "Oh yes, little one. You are too pretty to just let you get hurt."

You shivered at his words. "Ain't it gettin' cold, fella? I have goosebumps," you joked and wrapped arms around his waist. "But ya seem so warm."

"Nah, it's just fine in here but let me help you... Get a bit hotter." He smiled as his hand slipped between your legs. He gently played with you, pressing your clit and pushing the tip of his finger barely past your pussy lips. "Someone is wet already."

You rolled head back and parted lips, you moved your hips in steady pace looking for.motr friction. "So hot...," a whisper escaped your lips. You grabbed his other hand and kissed its top, then simply took his index finger into your lips sucking on it.

"I see someone is enjoying herself. Don't eat me alive, little one." Arthur chuckled as he watched you. Soon, he slipped one finger into you. Arthur growled and smiled. "Such a tight cunt here. I like it, it will be fun."

You closed your eyes and hummed at the slightest touch of his. Soon you slipped out of his grasp and grabbed him by palm, leading him further into the stable.

Arthur growled unhappily as you slipped out of his grasp, he licked his finger clean and gladly followed you.

You pushed him on the nearest haystack

Arthur laughed and looked up at you. "Now. You are a really brave girl." He sat up enough to grab your waist and pull you to him.

You straddled him as much as you could, your hand traveled to his leather belt and skilled fingers undone it quickly.

"Hold your horses, girl." He said with a deep voice then flipped both of you so he was on top. Arthur started to slowly move himself down, kissing and caressing every little inch of your body.He moves between your legs, you could feel his hot breath against your wet sex. Arthur didn't waste any time, he dived between your legs. He licked your entrance, gently biting and pulling at your lips.

You gasped at first but soon your deep breathing turned into little moans. You slipped hands in his hair tangled your fingers with his locks. "Don't ya stop..," you managed to mumble. "Fuck you, fella, your tongue feels amazing."

"So fuck me or my tongue feels amazing?" Arthur asked with a soft laugh before wrapping his lips around your clit. He started to carefully slip two fingers in, making sure to stretch you enough and not hurt you.

"Oh my God...," you whimpered deeply bucking hips for him. "I need you in, it's aching, I need you...," you added briefly.

Arthur looked up at you and kissed your clit gently. "Or really? Ask nicely."

"I want you to fuck this cunt, Arthur. I want to feel your cock fucking my pussy," you whispered looking him in the eye.

"I said nicely but... That will do, too." He sat up and started to open his pants to pull out his hard cock. "Look what you did to me, girl. Got me all hot and hard." Arthur purred while stroking his member. He towered over you and slipped his tip along your lips, coating his member in your wetness. "Better get ready, girl." When he was wet enough he slowly pushed inside of you.

You caught his bicep and bit lower lip with your eyes on his face. His shaft was thick enough to make you feel a little pain but it was all worth it. You spread legs wider and pulled your nightgown up, struggling to take it off. When you did, you started playing with your boobs. "Mmm, look, I did almost nothing and you already got hard for me."

"Says the girl that was wet even before I touched her." He winked and gave you few really strong pushes as his hand replaced yours on your breast, playing with your nipple.

You moved a little and wrapped legs around his wide hips, you reached between your bodies to rub your clit.

"You just move your arms a little too much, girl," Arthur muttered and grabbed your hands to force you to wrap them around his neck.

You obeyed and soon were holding onto his nape like your life would depend on this. You kissed his neck, cheeks, jawline, letting him do whatever he has wanted. Your fingertips pressed skin on his nape a little and soon one of your hands moved down his back, scratching them.

"Now you are a good girl and as I see you're enjoin' yourself," Arthur growled as his hand moved between your bodies to play with your clit gently. He pressed it from time to time, humming at the feeling of you around him.

You put hand to his buttock and squeezed it tightly. "Nice, firm ass, cowboy," you whispered. Your legs have been wrapped tightly around his hips and you used all of your strengths to roll on top of him.

He rolled his eyes annoyed. "Your small talks are getting annoyed," Arthur muttered and reached to the side to grab his shirt. Arthur gagged you with his shirt. "Now, it will be nicer." He said and picked up his pace, making sure to hit strongly every spot inside of you.

You rolled hips for him supporting yourself on his chest. His cock stretched your inner walls nicely and you pleasure was building up in your lower stomach. Your breasts bounced with every thrust he made.

Arthur smiled. "Come on, be a good girl and cum. Come around my cock, darlin'." Arthur purred as his lips ghosted against your skin.

You took the shirt out if your mouth and started moaning like a good girl. Arthur's name was the only thing that escaped your mouth. You were about to cum, your nails trailed down his chest. You screamed one last time and felt how your wetness is dripping down your thighs.

When you cum Arthur slowed down his thrusts to help you through your climax. "Yes, such a good, lovely girl you are. Taking my cock so well." He whispered and gently kissed your cheek. "Hope you will do so great with another task I got for you." Arthur smiled and then pulled out from you, pushing you aside.Arthur sat down and made himself comfortable on the hay, he stroked his slick cock. "Now, come here, girl."

You squeaked unhappy when he pulled out of you, leaving you empty. You knelt down and grabbed his cock with your palm, you pumped slick shaft few times before taking it into your mouth, gagging yourself a little.

Arthur hummed loudly as his hand moved into your hair. He grabbed them tightly and started to take control of your moves. Arthur made you deepthroated him from time to time, making sure to keep you close to his pelvis for a longer time, then pulled you away.

You sucked oh do hardly on his tip, bobbing head back and forth in steady yet quick pace. When you pulled him out it was only to spit on his cock and pumped hand around him. Then, you moved down and sucked his balls into your mouth.

Arthur moaned loudly. "Such a good girl, sucking outlaw's cock." Arthur hummed with a smile on his face as he watched you.

You blinked and pulled him out of your mouth, looking him in the eye. "Outlaw? So as I see you're messing with me," you said and licked the lower side of his shaft, biting it a little.

Arthur looked you deep in your eyes and shrugged. "Maybe I do, maybe I don't."

You sucked into his main vain and then bit his balls. "You're so hot, fella. Cum for me," you bobbed head hardly, deep-throating him.

Arthur chuckled at your words but soon moaned softly and he cum hardly. "Fucking hell." He hissed.

You licked every drop of his salty cum, then wiped your lips, grinning at him you slipped hand between your legs to rub yourself and then lick your fingers clean from your mixed releases. You simply got up and grabbed your nightgown putting it on.

"Already done? Now you're just gonna leave me here?" Arthur asked, getting up.

"Maybe," you said playing with lock of your hair. "Or maybe not. But you know what, I have much better idea: come and join me in bed."

Arthur pulled up his pants and followed you. "I gladly will, better than sleeping in the hey and maybe we could play some more." He winked at you.

You walked ahead to door of stable, swinging your hips knowing he was watching. "I can offer you a hot bath as well and massage. Move your sexy ass."

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The voyeur // Arthur Morgan X Reader smut

Short summary: Arthur is your life partner and during one of evenings, you both leave the camp to have some intimate time together. Neither of you is aware that someone’s watching.

Warnings: some cursing, smut!

Words: 1233

A/N: I wrote this little fic for @thepaperpanda and their writing challenge, summer edition 😀 I had prompt number 6.

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In The Haystack || Arthur Morgan x Reader Smut

Summary: When there's storm coming during your trip with Arthur, both of you decide to take a little stop in an old barn. Things get pretty steamy between two of you. 

Warnings: smut

Words: 2969

Authors: Cass & Rouge

There was a steadiness to you, as if all the storms in the world were a whispering breeze if you were there. You were kind and clever, perhaps that's what drew people to you. It was as if you knew you were born to be a queen of the earth, one who helped others, using brain to fix whatever needed fixing. A fierce independence of a woman was shown everytime you were around people and people were respecting you.

Even in the gang you were having your specific place. And you were feeling like being at home with all them around.

That trip was long and tiring but accompany of Arthur made it a little sweeter, time was passing by faster with familiar person you could have a conversation with.

You stopped your horses in the valley where you found and old barn, desolated and abandoned.

"This looks like a decent place to stay." Arthur said stopping his horse. "I can see the clouds, rain will be here soon."

He slipped off his horse and grabbed the reins to lead it inside. "I will make fire and prepare place to sleep. We will leave tomorrow's morning."

You nodded at his words and led your mare inside as well. "Great. There's a barrel as well. Some refreshing will be provided!," You clapped your hands and threw him a look. "I'll go gather some branches for later, we will be needing them during night."

"We sure will." Arthur simply nodded and went to take care of said things.

You both were hungry and tired after whole day on the horses' backs, night under a real, kinda leaky roof still would be nice.

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Fire was cracking when thunder roared not so far away from your hideout. You and Arthur were sitting on the hay pile talking and smoking cigarettes. ".... can you believe it though?!," You laughed loudly, your voice echoed from barn's walls. "This rat is fuckin' everywhere he shouldn't have been showing up."

Morgan laughed and shook his head. "Yea, I know. I never liked him and I still don't. I have a bad feelings about him but well, Dutch have his back." Arthur shrugged taking a drag of his cigarette. "So there is nothing I can do 'bout that. Let's change subject." He patted his knee before laughing a little. "Did I ever tell you how Marston tried to learn swimming?"

"Of course you haven't?!," You blinked and chuckled. "I see that you keep the best parts to yourself, fella," sending him a smile you stretched a little.

It was getting darker and darker outside and you slowly was feeling tired.

"Nah, he didn't really try to learn. I can't even remember when Dutch found this feral kid. One day I saw him standing close to the river, I asked if he knows how to swim and he said he doesn't. So me bein' good, older brother simply trew him into the river." He giggled. "I had to pull him out though, and got scolded by Hosea but what I laugued was mine." He shrugged and nudged you with his elbow. "Hey, maybe ya wanna go to sleep, huh?"

You let out a loud laughter and put hand to your stomach, Morgan was making you laughing like crazy all the time. You raised hand and shook head as "no". "I need a bath. I'm sweaty and I won't go to sleep like this," you informed and got up.

Arthur blinked and laughed. "You can always go and take a bath outside." He pointed at doors with his cigarette.

It was raining really hard outside. "Sorry but I ain't going out there." He added.

You only smiled at him and soon you vanished within the darkness of further part of barn.

As you got to opposite, huge, wooden gate, you peeked out to see a wall of rain.

You started to unbutton your flannel, checkered shirt and you out it on the old box nearby. Then you stripped from your patched pants and panties and simply walked out to stand in cold rain, letting it wash every sin of yours away.

"You will get cold, Y/N! I ain't gonna ralun to town to get meds for ya!" Arthur yelled still sitting in his spot, observing you.

You only waved hand at him as you brushed your wet strands with fingers. It was nice to feel fresh after entire day of the trip.

You slipped hand between your thighs, you felt some instant urge of touching yourself. You turned head to see the light of campfire in the opposite part of barn and figure of Arthur who was still laying comfortable in hay. You smiled to yourself.

Arthur placed the cigarette between his lips and got himself comfortable on the hay. Smiling to himself he watched the show because why the hell not? No man would let such an oppurtinity to slip away. Taking that he was sweet on you made it even more pleasing despite fact that he shouldn't do this.

It was strange yet nice to be thinking about Morgan in THAT exact way. In a way woman thinks of a man when she gets to bed at night. Fact that you and Arthur were close friends wasn't making it easier though.

You slowly played with yourself your head rolled aside, one hand massaging your breasts while other was playing with your sweet spot.

Arthur watched your every move, they were so gentle that they woke something in him. Something he never felt before or simply forgot how it really felt.

Getting up from the hay he slowly walked to the heavy door. He rested his arm on the frame and continued watching the show with arms crossed on his chest.

You looked at him briefly biting your lower lip. "You shouldn't be here, it's rude to be looking at lady in such a situation, ain't it?," You scolded him with a smile and never stopped your actions.

"Yet, the lady ain't afraid and doesn't try to cover herself as the most would do." He said gladly looking up and down at your naked body.

"I'm not like rest of girls you might have known," you smiled at him and moved hand from between your thighs to rested it on your belly.

"You for sure ain't. I knew one real lady, she even didn't let me touch her." He muttered and walked out into the rain."But yea, you are a different story."

"Better go back inside, I ain't going to go to the town to get meds for you when you'll catch a cold!," You tried to imitate his voice.

He rolled his eyes and wrapped his arm around you. "I am bigger and stronger than you. Cold ain't gonna stick to me." Arthur said easily picking you up.

Not being sure how to behave you wrapped arms around his neck. "Are you going to save me?," You chuckled quietly.

Arthur only chuckled and hummed soft 'yes', then he carried you back inside to the little bonfire.

You nuzzled instinctively to him, soon his shirt was wet as it absorbed wetness from your body.

Arthur placed you gown on the hey and smiled. "Ya know, I made fool out of myself many times in front of the ladies but..." He sighed deeply, rubbing bridge of his nose. "I fancy you, Y/N."

You smiled at h and slipped hands into his hair. "Do you?," You whispered through parted lips. Your eyes were glistening in the dim light of campfire.

"I do."

The answer was followed by a soft kiss full of emotions, showing you just how touch-starved he was and how much he needed you. Arthur's hips gently bucked as his arms wrapped around you.

You couldn't stop yourself from moaning his name softly and directly into his ear. You cupped his face on hands and placed kiss to his nose to attack his rough lips second later. You reached to his shirt and started opening it.

He hummed and quickly started to help you with underssing him, he was more than happy to do that.

Using all of your strength you rolled with him so he was laying on his back in the hey. Slowly yet solemnly you straddled him and ended unbuttoning his shirt. You opened it and tracer hands up and down his broad, hairy chest.

As you were straddling him you could easily feel the bulge growing within his pants.

Arthur looked at you with blush covering his cheek. Despite all of this he felt kinda emberassed by his excitment and eagerness but he bucked his hips a little and smiled. "You ain't fair, girl. On top of me, undressed, while I am still stuck in my clothes?"

You closed his mouth by a tender kiss as your free hand slipped between two of you, right under his pants. Wrapping hand around his half-erected cock you let out a hum of appreciation. "Gettin' harder just for me, fella?," You smirked. "You want me to play with you a little? Do you want me to wrap that skilled mouth around it?," You were whispering into his ear, nibbling onto his earlobe from time to time as your hand pumped around his shaft slowly.

Arthur kissed you back and gasped when your hand wrapped around his cock. "It's kinda hard to... Not get hard when I have such a beautiful lady on top of me..."

You sent him a smile. "Oh, stop with all the bullshit, darlin'. I know you were watching me at least two more times," you told as you kissed his jawline and moved down to suck a mark on his throat. Then, licking a trail, you moved to lick his nipples, one by one, you hand still pumping his cock, your thumb massaging his tip.

Arthur let out moan and wanted to say something but he looked up to see his horse staring right at him.

Animal only huffed and shook its head.

"Y-Y/N. I don't think I can... When it's lookin'." He said slowly.

You stopped within blink of and eye and looked up at man, then moved your glance to the horse. "Shhh! Go away! You have hey there!," You scoffed the animal and slowly kissed your way down Arthur's body.

But the horse didn't move at all it simple looked at both of you, moving its ears in different directions.

Arthur looked at you with mixed face. He didn't felt comfortable when being watched by someone, even if it was only a horse.

You looked up at Arthur again and rolled your eyes. You slipped hand out of his pants and got up. You grabbed horse's rains and slowly led it where your horse was. You tied rains to some old, metal rail and turned head away to look at Arthur. "Is it okay now?"

He sat up and nodded. "Yea, much better. Come here now." Arthur patted his lap.

You walked to him with a swing in your hips, turning head around to make sure horse was tied properly. You didn't want any interruption to happen again. You straddled man's lap again.

Arthur smiled and kissed you as his hands roamed your body. He kissed your neck and shoulder as his hands cupped your breasts.

As quickly as you could you slipped out of his grasp and undone his belt. Moving his fly open you tugged his pants down his legs and got off his lap only to pump your hand around his shaft harder than before. You leant down and wrapped your lips around his tip.

"Fuck..." He breatched out and let out a quiet moan, Arthur gently grabbed your hair so they wouldn't fall on your face. "Good girl."

You looked at him as your hand caressed his base while you slowly slipped his thick length down your throat. You bobbed head a little and gagged yourself with his cock, gasping for air as you pulled his member out of your mouth only to give him a proper strokes before spiting on it and slipping it back into your lips.

"Darlin'... That feels good but I want to fuck you." He almost whimpered.

"C'mon, Arthur. Put more effort in your begs and I'll consider letting you fuck my tight pussy," you teased before massaging his balls slowly.

Suddenly he flipped you both so you were under him. "I ain't gonna beg woman for anything." He growled.

You rubbed your cunt briefly and put your fingers into your mouth sucking on them. "So take it," you whispered looking at him.

Arthur smiled and kissed you, he wrapped your legs around his waist and then slowly guided his member inside of you, letting out a quiet moan.

With a groan you rolled head back, revealing your neck to him. "Oh, yeah...," You mumbled as you wrapped arms around his neck, pulling him into a tender kiss.

You pussy took his cock perfectly, sucking it deeply and covering it with your wetness. Your hand moved down your body to rub your clitoris few times. "You drive me crazy," you whispered.

Arthur started to kiss your neck while his hips moved nice, deeply and slowly into you. He let out a gasp followed by a quiet moan. "Ya are the one that drive me crazy. Everytime by lookong at me, touchomg me, just staying close to me." He groaned as his hips started to move faster, his arm was wrapped tightly around your waist.

You moaned into the kiss and moved hands to his wide back. You scratched him hardly, leaving bloody marks. "Keep on doing this, cowboy, and I'll fuckin' be yours forever."

"I hope so." Arthur growled and nuzzlee to your shoulder, focusing only on his thrusts.

Soon he raised his head only to come face to face with you mare. "Oh you fuckin' kidding me!" He said and grabbed his shirt to throw it on horse's head. "I won't get disturb now, not by ya."

You laughed loudly and smirked at him as you squeezed his buttocks. "Focus on me!"

"I gladly will." He smiled at you before pulling you into another long, needy kiss. "I am close, girl. Gonna fill you up nicely." Arthur hummed against your lips.

You tried to move you hips only to meet man's thrusts. His cock was stretching you oh so nicely. Rolling head back you let out a groan. "Harder," you gasped.

Arthur placed gently kisses on your neck as he gladly fullfilled you wish.

You smacked his buttocks a little and then moved hand back to spat on it. You stated to rub yourself after.

"You are taking me so good, I have no idea what I did to deserve you." Arthur purred into your ear. "C'mon, cum for me, girl."

Arthur didn't have to repeat twice. His voice was enough to send you to the edge. You rolled hips for him and your pussy clenched tightly around his shaft, making it impossible for him to back.

Arthur moaned as your pussy clenched around him. Such a good feeling made him cum right on place, filling you up.

You moaned his name and slipped hands in his hair tugging in them a little, pulling man into a kiss

Arthur smiled tiredly and kissed you back, pulling you even closer. He enjoyed the feeling of you being so close.

The door behind Arthur's back slowly opened. "Arthur? Amigo? Dutch ordered me to find you and miss Y/L/N and bring you back to camp because he..."

It was Javier, he looked insied just to get with a view of both of you being naked. He closed the door with a loud bang. "No tenía que ver esto! No voy a olvidar esto! Avisame la próxima vez!" Javier yelled outside the door.

Arthur looked at you and laughed.

You covered your mouth to muffle your laughter. Even though you were blushing like a teenage girl who was caught by father on something bad, you enjoyed it. "Javier! What the fuck?!," You screamed loudly nuzzling to Arthur. "First horses, now him. Ah!"

"Dutch ordered me to get the two of you! That's all!" Man yelled.

Arthur kissed side of your head. "I guess we have to get dressed. Dutch doesn't like to wait."

"And I don't like to be waiting for you to touch me," you teased stroking his abdomen. "I'm touch-starved.

"I can clearly see that." Arthur kissed you one last time before pulling his flabby cock out from you. He got up and grabbed shirt from your horse's head. "That's mine."

You gasped sadly at emptiness in your pussy but you also for up and looked for your clothes.

After dressing up, Arthur found a little moment to hug you from behind. "Thank you" He whispered before kissing your shoulder.

You enjoyed his touch, so soft and tender and deep inside you knew it was something new happening between two of you. And you were oh so willing to know where it will lead

Javier wasn't happy when the two of you came out. "You two couldn't wait! I will be seeing your naked ass every time I close my eyes, Arthur!"

"And you'll think to yourself what a wonderful butt he has," you patted Javier's shoulder with a smirk.

He laughed and shook his head. "No, thanks. I will think to myself what a wonderful body you have, miss Y/L/N." Javier said, looking at you.

You blushed and pulled hat down to cover your reddish face

Arthur laughed and pulled it back up. "Ya better keep it on your head, not face. It's hard to ride like that, trust me, I tried."

During way back to the camp you were constantly glaring at Arthur. Oh Lord, how much you loved that fella.

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Little Dreams || Arthur Morgan x Reader Smut

Summary: While being away from.the camp, you and Arthur enjoy the time together.

Warnings: Smut & Micah Bell

Words: 1237

Authors: Bear

"You know, Art, once I had a dream of a cozy place, a place where we could start a family, our own one" you told him as you were having your head on his chest.

 It was one of those evenings where you and him went outside the camp to spend some time in your own company. Now, you were laying on a grass, sky full of stars just right above your heads.

 "You have a new horizon, some kind of a melancholy town where we will build the new future together" Arthur said jokingly as his strong arm wrapped around your waist.

 You smiled at him briefly and hummed a song under breath.

"Darlin', I promised you once that I'll do whatever it takes to fulfill your dream which I also share with ya" Arthur put hat on his face, inhaling cold air of the upcoming night.

 The wind blew gently in your face and you giggled when you felt he tickled your side. "Mr Morgan, stop it now or I'll have to punish ya!" You warned him playfully.

 You knew your words caught his attention immediately. His large hand grabbed your hip and squeezed enough to leave bruise. He took hat off his face and grinned at you in the way he always did when he was teasing you.

 "Am I mistaken or are you messing with a dangerous outlaw, miss Y/N?" He teased kissing top of your head, his eyes on your features.

You rolled lock of you hair on your index finger. "I like to play with fire, sir" you told him firmly, licking your rosy lips slowly and raising head to look him in the eye.

 You loved it. Those intimate moments were priceless to you and they meant much more than feelings he was showing you while being in the camp. Of course, you were a couple and everyone knew the fact, yet Arthur Morgan was always getting a bit shy about being open if it came to his feelings toward you. He was type of man to rather kiss your cheek than make out with you when others were looking. And though you loved this romantic side of his, you also craved more.

 Arthur's palm slipped suddenly under your chin, he grabbed it and pulled you into a messy kiss. Your hands pressed his chest and you hummed happily, he was a good kisser.

 When you broke the kiss to gasp for air, he smirked. "Eager at her cowboy as always, duh?"

You served him a brief nod before climbing on top of him. "Always."

 You unbuttoned his shirt making sure to tease his exposed skin with nails. When his plain shirt was opened fully, you leaned to him and kissed his jaw, moving down his body. After jaw there was a time to caress his clavicles with your soft lips. Then you moved to his neck for a second to lick a trail down to his belly. You smirked when you heard a deep grunt - it was a sign you were doing a good job. As you were standing him, you could feel how hard he got, just  for you and it made you wet. You moved one hand to rub over his crotch and Arthur shivered, like he wanted to escape your touch because of unbearable pleasure.

 "Darlin', holy Christ, look whataya doin' to me" he whispered through parted lips as his hands moved to unbuckle his leather belt.

 You kissed him, your tongue danced with his as you did.

 He closed his eyes shut and grunted again when he pulled his already hardened cock out of his jeans.

 Your palm wrapped around the shaft and you pumped it, then spat on it to make him slick and more vulnerable at touch you served.

 "Undress, darlin'. I need to taste you" he almost begged while helping you with jerking his member.

 You licked lips and smiled at him but obeyed his ask. When you dropped your clothes off, you knelt next to him to kiss his lips. He gave you a wry smirk and grabbed your hips, pulling them hardly. You knew what he wanted and you let out a whimper. Soon, you straddled his face, slowly and gently and moaned his name as soon as his lips wrapped around your hit, already slick sex.

Arthur was so skilled, both his fingers and tongue were making miracles to your craving body. Everytime you were having sex.

 You tried to rock your hips but his strong palms were holding them tightly, preventing you from any kind of move. His tongue teased your entrance as his thumb rubbed circles around your swollen clitoris.

 You moaned again and bended down to wrap mouth around his hard shaft. You bobbed your head back and forth, sucking onto his tip and massaging his balls with free hand. He was grunting deeply and it was giving your pussy an additional friction, so in the end you were moaning for him, giving same in return.

 You both were pleasuring one another and there was no end to your mixed moans and groans.

 Finally, he cum in your mouth and you gladly swallowed everything he gave you. You pumped hand few more times around his dick and sucked briefly onto his balls.

Shortly after, you started to rock your hips hardly, grinding on his face, which he happily obligated. You supported yourself on his wide chest, digging nails in his skin. He sucked your pussy hard enough to leave you moaning his name as you cum and your wetness dripped down your parted thighs, right onto his bearded mouth.

 Then you moved yourself from him and quickly laid right on his side, nuzzling to his neck. "Oh, dear heavens, how good it was! You're freaking amazing, love" you praised him, stroking his jaw as he was looking at you.

 "Darlin', it's you who make me so hot, just look at yourself, fucking shivering from me eating that sweet pussy out" he grinned widely and handled you clothes. "Put 'em on, I don't want you to get sick."

 As you put your dress and coat on, you heard a nasty laughter from nearby. Arthur was buckling his belt again as he looked at that direction only to frown angrily. "What the fuck are ya doing here, you shit?"

 It was no one else but Micah Bell himself, he leant back against the tree, huffing on his cigarette. "Just having some nice views, night's early, I went to think about things and I was pleased by some interesting event" he smirked at you both nastily. "Y/N, I would never say you're such a dirty whore but as I see now, Morgan taught you some things."

 Arthur quickly got up and pulled to his back, pulling his revolver out from behind the belt. He aimed at Micah. "Get the fuck off of us and go somewhere else instead, duh?"

 Micah ostentatiously improved old jeans on his crotch, smiling wryly at you as he measured your features with his eyes. "Don't ya forget, darlin', one day you're gonna be mine." After these words he simply walked away.

You shivered and nuzzled to Arthur.

"Don't ya worry, I'm here and he won't bother you again, don't ya worry," Arthur stroked your hair and grabbed your palm. "Let's go back to camp. We need some rest before another duties will occur."

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