Oooo! In regards to the WIP game, I always love your work. Any of these will be amazing.
Of your list, I am intrigued with âThe Trouble with Twoâ
Do tellâŚ..
Thank you truly đĽš
Iâm so glad you asked about that one because Iâm having trouble deciding what to do with it. Itâs either going to be reader flirting with Captain Monroe because she knows Arthur will pay her back real good for it later (đĽľ) or reader inviting Monroe to a hotel room with her and Arthur and seeing how much Arthur will let her get away with before he snaps. Either way, itâs gonna be very low honor Arthur and Iâm already fanning myself over what I have written đ
May make a poll on which people would prefer later!
Rules: Make a post with the names of all your files in your WIP folder and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask about the title that most intrigues them, then you post a snippet or tell them something about it.
Notes: Iâve been in a writing slump lately and figured this would be the perfect motivator! Thank you for tagging me @photo1030 đŤśđźđ
18+ only
High Honor Arthur:
Modern Pleasures: Sending Arthur back to his time with a phone (sexting with Arthur)
Cover: Finding an interesting way to blend in with the crowd while chasing a bounty (first kiss with Arthur)
Low Honor Arthur:
The Trouble with Two: Rousing Arthurâs temper by setting your sights on another man (Arthur x reader, Captain Monroe x reader)
Lady Luck is a Cowboy: Catching Arthurâs attention before your fellow working girls do (public sex)
Dual Honor Arthur:
Untitled: Going on a score with the man you have feelings for (male reader x Arthur)
Honor, Amongst Women: Finding that Arthur has two sides to him (two parts, high honor and low honor)
Once you get the chance, you should do a fic about Arthur and a female reader, where he places the hat on her head. 'The cowboy hat rule.' And the reader pretends to be oblivious, but of course she knows what it means đ¤đť
Thank youuu for this one. It ended up being too fun! Sorry it took me so long to get it right, but I veered in a different direction halfway through it and am so glad I did đđź Hope you like it!
Cut the Shit (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)
Summary: You partake in your first drinking game with the Van der Linde Gang and a certain outlaw you have your eye on.
Authorâs Notes: Cowboy hat rule, anyone?? Thank you for this request, and I apologize for it taking me ten thousand years to get it right. But please enjoy Arthur being flirty and letting loose (God knows he needs it) đ
Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, smut, high honor Arthur Morgan, drunk sex
AO3 Link
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Cut the Shit
Word Count: 5475
âI ainât doing it.â
Arthur simultaneously spoke and turned his back, a clear sign that he was done with the conversation. But his usual bluntness carried no weight next to four drunken women.
âOh, somebody get a drink in him, already!â This from Karen, and Arthur hastened away anyway, much to your dismay. Maybe it was the beer in your hand, or maybe it was that pesky little kick of excitement that reared its head when he was around, but you did what a wiser version of you wouldnât and stood.
âIâll go talk him around,â you mumbled, already headed for him. The women cheered you on at your back as you went.
The bastard was quick on his feet, youâd give him that. You went to round Dutchâs tent and found him already near the horses where John and Javier had cornered him.
âCome join us, Arthur. The women want to play cut the shit,â Javier said with a beer already in his hand.
Arthur made a show of declining, drawing out his words to make them plain and clear. âNah, I know better than that. You boys go on.â
âTold you,â Javier said, nudging John.
âYou ainât no fun no more,â John rasped. âWhat the hell else you got to do?â
âSomeoneâs got to protect the camp while you lot lose your heads,â Arthur replied, picking up a repeater from where it laid propped against a nearby wagon.
âCharles just went out,â John said. âTry again.â
You hung back, curious to see if the men could convince him after all.
âTwo entrances into camp. Two guards.â
âBullshit,â John said, a grin growing across his face in the lantern light. âYouâre just goinâ yellow over what Iâll ask you about in the game.â
âOver who, you mean?â Javier corrected him, and both men snickered.
Now that wasâŚnew.
Arthurâs expression flattened. âI ainât got time for this.â He started to push past both men when you determined it was now or never.
âArthur?â
He turned to find you approaching him, his expression softening a bit. John and Javier broke out into muffled laughter and both tucked tail, going to join the game at the campfire. Arthur shot their backs a nasty look but answered you calmly. âWhatcha need?â
âFigured youâd be nice enough to me not to say no,â you said with a shy smile, only now realizing this seemed a little desperate.
âIâm on guard duty tonight,â he assured you, though his voice still had that calmness in itâa gentleness he normally never sported.
âOh. Right.â
When you looked to the ground in sudden embarrassment, he went on. âButâŚâ He seemed to steel himself, like he knew it was a bad idea but gave in anyway. âShit, why not? I guess one round wonât hurt,â he said, waving over toward the campfire.
âOh, great!â you said with enough sincerity that heat bloomed across your face as he went to return the repeater. âI already saved you a seat,â you joked, trying to hide your excitement. That was easier said than done as the two of you walked back to the campfire together.
When youâd first joined the gang a few months back, Arthur hadnât given you much notice. He was kind enough toward you, but he was a busy man. He had to provide for many mouths and a new one besides, and he wasnât in camp very often as it was. But when he talked to you for the first time late one night, getting to know more about how you had come to run with an outlaw gang and telling you about how heâd done so himself, you found yourself hanging on to his every word, taken with the man. Youâd written it off at the time until he started to hang around camp more often. He was always helping out or ribbing folks in that easy way of his. Not long after, you started to feel a happy flutter in your stomach every time you saw him. Mostly, youâd been trying to ignore the feeling ever since. But it was harder to do when you had alcohol in your system and he had agreed to this only for you, settling on the log at the campfire right beside you.
Arthur heaved an annoyed sigh when the group started needling him, surprised that heâd joined.
âAll right, all right. Pipe down before I leave.â
Then there was a chorus of âNo!âs from the women, you included. And when he caught your eye and grinned, your heart gave a tiny little squeeze of delight.
Lenny handed him a beer from his right, smiling wide. âGood of you to join, Arthur. I was afraid weâd be outnumbered.â
He made an even four men to the groupâs four womenâKaren, Tilly, Mary-Beth, and you.
âCouldnât have that,â he drawled, pulling the top off the beer. You tried hard to keep from watching his every movement and turned to the group instead.
âSo, explain to me again how this works. We just ask each other questions?â you said, never having played whatever game they were suggesting.
âGood questions,â Tilly said.
âPrying questions,â Mary-Beth added. âYou pick someone from the group and ask something, then they have to answer it truthfully. If they donât want to answer, they drink. If they answer it but we donât think itâs the full truth, we say âcut the shitâ, and they have to drink anyway then answer it until weâre satisfied. Hence the name.â
âAnd if they answer it truthfully?â you asked.
âYou donât drink and itâs the next personâs turn,â Karen said. âBut that donât usually happen with this lot. Especially as the night wears on. Now, who wants to go first?â
âMe!â Tilly said from her seat between Mary-Beth and Karen. And just like that, the game began and you tried hard to think of a worthy question.
Tilly looked straight to Javier. âWhereâs that stash you been on about hidden around camp?â
Javier sported a devilish grin and looked Tilly straight in the eye, taking a long pull from his beer instead of answering.
âYouâre no fun,â Tilly pouted.
âMy turn,â Karen said. âWhatâs going on with you and Abigail?â She smiled at John as she lifted her beer to her lips.
âAinât nothinâ you donât already whisper about,â he retorted. âShe wants a husband and a father for Jack. I ainât it.â
Karen narrowed her eyes. âCut the shit, John Marston.â
John scoffed but drank dutifully, already drunk enough to admit, âShe wonât let me take her to bed neither.â
âI knew it,â Karen said while you and the other women squealed with delight. If the game had already progressed this much in just two questions, maybe you would eventually be brave enough to aim one at Arthur.
âGo on, then,â Karen said to you, satisfied with Johnâs answer.
You turned back toward her. âHow aboutâŚhow many men in the gang have you been with?â
The other women voiced their approval of that question, and you had to admit it was a bit forward of you, but so be it.
Karen chuckled at you. âYou ainât meek, Iâll give you that. Two.â
âTwo!â Tilly and Mary-Beth screeched in unison.
âWho?â you pushed.
Karen drank anyway but shook her head. âYou only get one question. Youâre up, Arthur.â
Looking at him was a reward of its own in the warm firelight. Especially when he smirked and repeated, âWho?â
You turned to see Karenâs face redden, but she didnât hesitate. âSean and Davey.â
The girls shrieked their surprise again at the latter name, but Arthur didnât pry. He just smiled and tipped his beer to her before taking a sip. Like his handsomeness wasnât making it hard for you to breathe.
Then it was Lennyâs turn. âMary-Beth, whatâs the most embarrassing score you ever got away with?â
You fully intended to listen, but you suddenly felt Arthurâs leg brush against yours as he turned slightly to mumble something to John, and it took everything in you to act like you were paying attention to Mary-Beth. Your heart pounded a wild beat as Johnâs turn came.
âWho you got your eye on these days, Morgan?â he asked. And then you really had to hide your excitement, especially when Arthur stayed dead silent, opting to take a long drink instead. Mary-Beth and Karen booed him.
âPussy,â John said to him.
âBad manners in front of the women, Marston.â
âArthur Morgan!â Mary-Beth cried, offended. âWhat kind of game do you think this is?â
âSheâs got you there,â Javier said on a laugh, and all you could do was join him in his laughter so as not to lose it completely.
The game continued and you got by relatively unscathed. You were enjoying your beer and all the banter shot back and forth. Arthur even went into the second round even though heâd only promised one, seemingly too distracted to notice. It was harmless fun and a lot of it, but the game took a turn when someone brought out a bottle of whiskey. Then one round turned to three. Then the game turned even worse when someone aimed a blunt question at you.
Javier had just asked if you wanted to get with any men in camp. You could feel your face go red the second the words left his mouth. But there was no use lyingâthey would sniff that out in a heartbeat. âYes,â you said.
That got everyone in a bother. Arthur whooped with the rest of them, and you tried to hide the fact that his excitement made your face go even redder.
Mary-Beth was up next, and her one-word question was, âWho?â
You drank. The group all hollered then, even Arthur who you could tell was starting to feel the effects of the whiskey.
Tilly was next. âIs the man sitting at this campfire?â
You drank again. Shit, you werenât that obvious, were you?
Karen quieted the group down and looked to Arthur this time. âIs the reason you donât want to admit who youâre sweet on because sheâs in the gang?â
Arthur took the whiskey from your hand and drank. Now you had to physically calm yourself down and keep from watching as his lips kissed the bottle youâd just drank from. Not only that, but wasnât Arthur sweet on some woman he knew from way back? Could it be possible that he treated you like he did for reasons that went beyond politeness?
âCowards!â Karen shouted at both of you. âYou donât answer something sooner or later and weâll run out of whiskey.â
Javier pulled a second bottle of whiskey out, and right then, you saw your chance. If the whole group was drunk enough, it didnât much matter what you admitted.
The game kept on, questions fired around the circle left and right. There were a few more than usual aimed at you and Arthur, but not enough that youâd said anything foolish. Yet.
When it got to be your turn the sixth timeâor was it the seventh?âyou turned and stared Arthur down.
He stared right back with lazy amusement, pulling from the whiskey bottle he still had in his hands from the last question. The women giggled and the men chuckled at your attention toward him, but you didnât look away. You knew you wanted to ask him something but had no clue what to say, only that you liked holding his attention and that you couldnât flat out ask the man about his feelings for you without falling into a puddle of embarrassment.
It took you a beat to come up with something, but finally you said, âWhatâs the best sex youâve ever had?â
Harmless. Right? But then Arthur was staring you down with that smirk of his, and the group was making enough of a ruckus for Dutch to yell out of his tent for the lot of you to quiet down. And even worse, to your immense surprise, Arthur answered this one.
âHad a girl out back of a saloon once, right beside the back door. We was out in the wide open for anyone to see, but once things got heated, wellâŚwe didnât much care.â
What you wouldnât give to have been that girl. Arthur still held your gaze as you laughed and clapped with the rest of them. But then it was his turn, and he never looked away from you.
âWhat was your best?â he asked, and the playful lilt in his voice killed you. He wasâŚwas he flirting with you?
âSome stranger who asked me to sit with him while he played poker,â you said without hesitation, holding Arthurâs heated gaze. âPoker table was in a private room. Once everyone else left heâŚhe took me right there on top of the table. Poker chips, cards, and all.â
That really made the lot of them shout. Dutch had no hope of a good nightâs sleep now. And maybe, just maybe, you wouldnât be getting much sleep tonight either. Because Arthurâs gaze flicked to your mouth when he drank from the whiskey bottle again.
Every single question for the remainder of the round was aimed at you or Arthur. You both answered some, drank some, and caught each otherâs gazes a few times. And then Karen asked the inevitable.
âHow you feel about Y/N, Arthur?â
Your heart beat so hard you could feel it through your whole chest when you turned to look at Arthur. He was already looking at you.
âY/N?â he said with that playfulness still in his voice. He paused. There was dead silence around the campfire as he studied you. Then his grin faded just enough for you to know it wasnât the whiskey talkingâit was him. âI think sheâs my kind of woman,â he said lowly, never taking his eyes off you. The others exploded in a ruckus of approval, Lenny even leaning over to give Arthur a shove, but the outlaw wouldnât stop staring at you. He just let the grin take over his face once more before reaching for his hat, removing it, and placing it on your head with a playful shake. The others really lost it then. Wait, didnât the hat meanâ
Karen elbowed you in the side, drawing your attention as she laughed and clapped and carried on. In fact, all of them had officially lost their heads over their senior gunâs rare confession, but all you could do was laugh with them, your face burning red.
âLast question!â Karen announced, getting the groupâs attention. She nudged you again and said, âMake it count.â
You turned to Arthur, taking a breath, settling yourself. You knew just what to ask, and you had no qualms about asking it thanks to the whiskey. âYou know the rule about a manâs hat?â
âWhat rule?â he said with a knowing grin.
âCut the shit!â the three other women screamed in unison.
âCut the shit, Arthur,â you told him. âYou know just what rule Iâm talking about, donât you?â
âI think so,â he said, his eyes flicking to your mouth again as he lifted the whiskey bottle to his lips. âThink you may need to jog my memory.â The others reached a loudness you donât know them capable of. You ignored them completely, looking at Arthurâs full lips as he took a pull from the bottle. Imagining what they would feel like against yours.
âI think I can manage that,â you answered lowly.
Without another word, Arthur stood tall, his gaze never leaving yours as he held a hand out to you. ââScuse us,â he said to the others, but his attention remained only on you. Your heart pounded so fast it nearly hurt, but you took his hand and let him help you up. Then he was walking at your back, leading you away with a gentle touch as the most drunken outburst of the night filled the camp with noise.
This couldnât be happening. Right? This man you had pined so hard over, taking you past all the nagging and ribbing from everyone else, past all the tents, all the way to the wood lineâit wasnât real. It couldnât be. But there he was, softly pulling your hand to turn you to him in the low light. He was close enough for your nerves to get the better of you, but to your surprise, there was a gentleman buried down deep within him. âCan I kiss you, darlinâ?â
His exaggerated drawl from the whiskey was so endearing, you couldnât answer fast enough. âPlease do.â
He chuckled and leaned in, and you could have sworn your heart actually stopped in its own anticipation when he tilted his head to avoid his hat on your head, closing the space between you. The touch of his lips was soft. Tender. A proverbial question mark, curious in all the right ways. Then he backed a breath away, and without hesitation, kissed you again. His hands circled your back this time, tugging you closer.
Whatever you had imagined kissing Arthur would be like, this was so much better. You were hyper-aware of the way he came back for more, still gentle but wanting this time. He had always been polite to you, and youâd never imagined you would feel that in an embrace such as this. But you did as he cradled you softly, not being forceful in the way he took your mouth. It was easy desire you felt from him when you finally realized that youâd been an idiot all this timeâhe wanted you just as you wanted him. You could feel it in every brush of his lips.
Accepting that undeniable passion, your hands found their way up his broad shoulders and around his neck, into the hair at his nape. You kissed him back, and the motion lost all gentleness. You turned greedy, and so did he, your tongue pushing past his lips and finding his. The warmth of his mouth was perfect. The way he answered your sudden passion with that of his own was perfect. All of it was so good that you knew you were too eager and drunk and would have him right here and now if the pair of you werenât so close to camp.
âThis hat rule,â you said, breaking away but still breathing heavy. His mouth was inches from yours, and you couldnât resist rising upward and kissing him again. The taste of him and the whiskey was making your head spin.
He responded with a drawn out, âHm?â even as you kissed each other.
You parted again but kept your hands around his neck. âDoes it only include a kiss?â
âOr two,â he said, giving you a soft peck on the lips. âOr more.â Then he kissed your cheek as you laughed, then your jaw. Then your throat. Lord, did that burn you up. You let him kiss you over and over, working his way back to your mouth.
When he kissed your lips again, his tongue finding yours, you lost your head. You tangled your fingers in his and brought them to your clothed breast, letting his huge hand touch you there. The second he rolled his palm against your nipple, you let out a moan.
âDamn,â he said on an exhale as he broke the kiss.
âWhat?â you blurted, wondering if youâd taken things too far.
He ran his hand down over your side instead. âWeâre too drunk for this,â he mumbled. He met your gaze in the dark, those pretty eyes of his wanting but reserved.
That look alone made you realize how much this meant to himâas much as it meant to you. But his politeness, along with the whiskey, wouldnât be stopping you in the slightest. You had wanted this too much for too long.
âHm,â you replied, eyes dropping to his broad chest. âWould be bad of us to take this much farther, wouldnât it?â When you looked back up at him, you made sure he could see the playful expression you wore.
He eyed your mischievous face, then his hat on your head. A slight smile turned his lips. âPlumb wrong.â
âAgreed,â you said, leaning up to kiss him again. âWe really shouldnât.â You muttered the words right into his mouth.
âWould be downright uncivilized,â he said low, pulling you in tighter as his lips met yours.
âCrass.â Another kiss.
âBrutish.â
That one made you smile. You pulled back and met his eye. âNo better than a couple of outlaws.â
He grinned. Then he was picking you up effortlessly and throwing you over his shoulder. You squealed and caught his hat just in time before it fell to the ground.
âOutlaws it is,â he joked, taking you farther into the woods.
This was part of what you loved about himâhis ability to fall into a piece of himself that was so playful when taken by the bottle. Some folks got mean, some got sad, but Arthur just got fun. And you needed some of that. Desperately.
When he set you down right in front of a giant pine, your back set against it, he still wore a smile. âAs long as you swear to me you would want this whether we was drunk or not.â
âI swear, Arthur,â you said, finding it hard not to stare at his perfectly kissable lips. âBeen wanting you for months now.â
His smile grew cocky. âMonths, huh?â He leaned in until you were pressed up against the tree, the back of his hat brim brushing the trunk.
âAges,â you assured him, never breaking your gaze from his mouth.
When Arthur leaned in and kissed you this time, his hands came lovingly along with him. His thumbs pressed lightly against your sides, running down the length of your ribs until he was at your hips, tugging you closer. He explored your mouth with his tongue, and as good as that was, you couldnât focus on anything but the way your hips had aligned with his. He wasâŚChrist, he wanted this too. Badly. His erection pressed against your front. Your head spun from actually having him like thisânot just imagining it.
You reached up and took his face in your hands, a desperate edge overcoming you. He let out a low groan when your hips moved against his with the motion. It was the most attractive thing youâd ever heard him utter.
You broke away and let out a whispered demand. âUndress me.â
âYou sure?â he asked one last time.
âYes, Arthur.â
That grin of his began to appear as he reached for his hat on your head. You caught his hand. âLeave the hat.â
His eyebrow kicked up. And when you didnât respond, just wore that playful expression once more, he snickered. âAll right then.â
You laughed with him as his hands moved to your shirt buttons and began separating them one by one. You lost patience and returned the favor, undoing his shirt. Each inch of chest exposed lit a fire in you. He had chest hair over those strength-bound muscles, every bit the man you knew him to be. And the more you saw of him, the faster your heart beat, knowing this was really Arthur. Really the man you had hoped would notice you, let alone return your favor.
Arthur peeled your shirt away then went back to kissing you as you slowly tugged his suspenders over his shoulders, then his shirt sleeves. Each touch over his skin was a riot of feeling, getting to have him this way.
Once his shirt fell to the ground, you looked down to see him like this. Pants, gun belt, no shirt, all desire. His chest heaved with each breath at the effect you had on him.
Your attention only tore away when you felt his fingers on the straps of your chemise. âMay I?â
âThe quicker the better,â you teased.
He laughed, and for all his usual bravado, you could have sworn there was a hint of nervousness in the noise. But he kept on, slowly sliding the straps down, his gaze heavy on your chest as your breasts were revealed.
His hand cautiously moved up to your breast, touching you there, running his thumb across your nipple. You let out a loud breath, letting him do as he pleased. Then both large hands moved down again, slowly skimming around you to where your skirt was buttoned. He undid it and let it fall to the ground in a heap, then grabbed the edge of your chemise again. This time, when he tugged it down your body, he knelt. His knuckles brushed your skin in places, leaving a trail of fire and want behind. He helped you out of your remaining clothing. And then you were entirely bare, holding onto his strong shoulder for support as he threw your belongings aside.
Like he couldnât resist, Arthurâs hands felt your skin all the way back up as he stood tall again. You werenât shy in the slightest, letting him look his fill. And look he did, at your breasts, at your legs, at where they met.
âKnew you were a beauty,â he said lightly, taking your face in his hands. He kissed you softlyâjust a peck.
You blushed hard at his words, and the whiskey loosened your tongue. âHow long have you thought about me this way?â
His hands dropped down again, exploring, kneading over your breasts and nipples. But his eyes didnât part from yours when he answered. âToo long.â
âCut the shit,â you said on a smile. âNot an answer.â
Arthur moved forward, his mouth coming down against the side of your throat. He kissed your skin, making you let out another moan for him when his touch got harsher against your breasts.
âSince that night,â he said low, against your skin.
You knew exactly which night he spoke of. Because it had started for you then too. The night the pair of you sat and talked about your pasts for an hour or more. The night youâd learned who he was and chose to adore him anyway. Youâd just been clueless, then, to his returned affections.
âMe too,â you breathed.
And when Arthur went completely still, his gaze returned to yours, you moved. Proved it.
You undid his gun belt, tugging him toward you in the process. He caught himself against the tree, his two strong arms boxing you in on either side. Your gaze flicked upward, and he never took his eyes off yours, a hunger in his expression that made your arousal ramp up a notch. Especially when he kept looking at you as you let his gun belt fall. Unbuttoned his pants. His jaw clenched when you pushed his undergarments out of the way. And when you finally laid eyes on that proud length of his, hard and leaking with the beginning of his arousal, you couldnât resist reaching for him.
You took Arthurâs cock in your hand for the first time and ran it gently down, all the way into the coarse hair that gathered near the base of it. He grunted.
âYouâre beautiful too, Arthur.â
He let out a strained laugh, a smile on his face. âYour turn to cut the shit.â
âI mean it,â you said, running your hand up his length, slowly back down. âI want you. And not just for your kindness. Your humor. Your goodness. Your strength.â
He hung onto your every word, his expression going slack from the pleasure running through him. You gave him a hard stroke as you said, âI want your body. I want your cock.â
He groaned, his eyes squeezing shut, his head falling forward from your touch. âYou have me, darlinâ.â
Those wordsâŚyou never thought youâd hear them. But there they were, and here he was, and you could hardly contain your eagerness for what came next.
âThen take me,â you said on an exhale. And he obeyed.
Arthur stood tall and melded his mouth with yours, kissing you hard, backing you against the tree. He took your hand away and guided it over his shoulder, doing the same with your other arm until they were both wrapped around his neck. His hands ran down and found your backside, lifting you upward with a strength that you envied. But when your legs wrapped around his waist and he held you fully supported against him, all thought ceased.
His cock nudged against your entrance. âIâve waited too damn long for this,â he gritted out. Then he pushed in, inch after inch filling you. Your hatted head fell back at the feeling of him. He stretched you, his length hard and thick. You moaned when he bottomed out for the first time, fitted inside of you perfectly. He stopped there, and you watched him open mouthed and panting, watching how his eyebrows drew together at the immense feeling. âPerfect,â he grumbled. Then he kissed you and moved.
Arthur started slow, a churning motion that you couldnât believe a man could sustain considering he held you up with his own strength alone. But when his breathing grew heavier against your mouth, he backed you into the tree. The bark bit into your back with a scrape of pain, but you didnât dare stop him.
In fact, you broke the kiss and let your head fall against the tree, knocking his hat at an upward angle. He kept on, his hips meeting yours harder and harder with every thrust.
âArthur,â you moaned, your grip on his back tightening. Everything in you was tightening.
He grunted in response, pushing you harder against the tree. His hand came up and found your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You sucked in a long breath and held it, close. You were so incredibly close, and it had only been a minute, if that. But thatâs exactly what you expected getting to have him like this, his cock pumping so deep inside of you, his hand like magic on your body. Any other man, and you would be nowhere near release. But this was Arthur. Youâd wanted him so badly. And now he started panting with you, and both of you had pleasure within reach. So you sought it out.
âIâm- Iâm close,â you whined. You studied the way heâd squeezed his eyes shut tight, fighting against his own release. âYou gonna find your pleasure with me? Let go when I do?â
âSoonerân that, if you donât stop,â he groaned. Proving it, his head fell against your shoulder, like he couldnât take all the pleasure. Despite this, he still moved, his hips jerking upward and losing control.
You started to flutter around him, the beginnings of your orgasm roaring to life. âArthurâŚâ
Pleasure coursed through you, making your mouth fall open wide. You came down hard, gripping his cock inside of you, letting out feminine whimpers of pleasure. Absolute ecstasy.
Arthur groaned and stuttered his pace a heartbeat before he pulled out of you. He spilled against your stomach with your name on his lips, holding you fast against him. You both stayed just like that, pleasure running through your blood so thick you couldnât move a muscle.
After a beat, Arthur lifted his head from your shoulder, meeting your eye with a sheepish grin. âItâs uhâŚbeen a minute since IâŚâ
Realization hit you before he could finish the sentenceâthat he was embarrassed he hadnât lasted long. âMe too,â you assured him with a smile. âIt was perfect.â
He kissed you then. His mouth worked against yours like he was desperate for it.
The only thing that broke the two of you apart was exhaustion. You both came up for air, and Arthur carefully let you unfold your legs from around him and set you back down on the ground. His eyes wouldnât leave yours then, like he couldnât resist looking at you.
You blushed under his gaze. âYou like me wearing your hat or something?â
He smirked. âLooks good on you. I like that hat rule.â
You smiled wide, wrapping your arms around his neck. âNever figured for hat rules and drinking games ending up being what got us together.â
âWoulda happened anyway, with or without the hat,â he said low, coming in for another kiss. This one was slow but sweet.
âYou think so?â
âI know so.â He shook his head and snickered, looking back toward the camp. âThose nosy bastards wouldnât have let us alone until it did.â
You laughed with him and pulled him in again, soaring with the happiness you felt, with the whiskey in your blood, with the man in your arms.
Rope Work (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)
Summary: You and Arthur practice roping and knot tying to pass the time. The lesson turns heated when the rope finds new targets.
Authorâs Notes: Arthur is very sure of himself in this one, and I wonât apologize for it đ¤ˇđźââď¸ Also he is somewhere between high and low honor here, so I didnât tag it.
Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, smut, bondage, oral sex, rough sex, semi-public sex
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Rope Work
Word count: 2886
âGoddammit,â you spat, the rope falling flat again.
âKeep tryinâ,â Arthur urged. But when you turned to look at him in exasperation, he sported a grin.
âDonât you give me that look.â
âWhat look?â The grin grew.
âOh, for Christâs sake,â you groaned, turning back to reel in the rope.
Youâd been at this for thirty minutes. Thirty useless minutes as far as you were concerned, because your talent at this was far from improving. And your anger was building, and Arthurâs amused little comments were not helping.
âShow me again, since youâre such a goddamn expert on the matter,â you said, holding the now-gathered rope out to Arthur.
He took it from you without a word, and oh, how you could have smacked him over that smug look on his face.
Arthur stepped toward the tree with the strange, gnarled knot that stuck out and upwardâthe same feature that had made you stop to practice your nonexistent roping skills in the first place. That, and the heat. It was unbearably humid out in these swamps. But at least this old, knobby cypress tree gave the two of you an excuse to dick around for an hour or so and think about anything other than the stifling air.
âYou gotta release it when the momentumâs going toward the tree,â Arthur said, beginning to swing the rope over his head. âYouâre lettinâ it die.â
âAm not. Mine had plenty of momentum.â
âIt had a little. But not enough,â he said, flicking his wrist and letting the rope fly. That damn loop landed right around the knot on the tree. Arthur pulled taught, the rope closing tight. He looked back at you with a smirk. âThat plus the rope being too flat when you let go ainât giving it enough clearance.â Without even looking, he flicked the rope upward, and the whole loop came off the tree, fell on the ground, and proceeded to be gathered up by the outlawâs hands like some sort of obedient pet.
You sneered at the effortless talent. He was good at goddamn everything.
âWell, I give up. This is more work than fun, anyway,â you said, putting your hands on your hips and turning away.
He chuckled. âAlright, smart ass. Youâre the one who asked for my help in the first place.â
âI am not a-â You rounded on him. And the look of him made your anger burn hotter. Because he had the gathered rope, both hands on his gun belt, and a smile that took your breath. He was so damn attractive like that, all hot and sweaty and sure of himself. And it only made you madder, because the dolt knew the effect he had on you.
The longer you stayed silent, the bigger he smiled. Then, âWhatâs the matter? Somethinâ distracting you?â
âYou know damn well whatâs distracting me,â you grumbled, eyes raking over his body.
He chuckled again. âHow âbout you cool off then, and we go find somewhere more private?â
âHow âbout you stop telling me what to do, and I have you right here?â
Arthurâs gaze went hard. You knew that look. He was a practical man, but his arousal tended to throw that right out the window.
The two of you were far enough from the river that you werenât out in the open. The nearby path, though, was a different story. The tree youâd practiced roping on was right by the road, hence why youâd spotted it. It wasnât the most well-traveled path, but that didnât mean someone couldnât come through and catch you in the act. For some reason, that thought enlivened you, and a plan started to form.
You stepped toward Arthur. âHand it here.â
He hesitated a moment, just watching you. Then he handed the rope over, staying quiet. You loved the hold you had over him. He was usually mister know-it-all, always having some loud-mouthed comeback, always having to have the upper hand. But not when it came to you.
You stepped in close and took his hands, pushing them around his back as you looped your arms around him, pressing your body against his in the process. All while looking up at him with a grin.
âWhat you scheminâ?â he said, his low voice making you want him even more.
âSeeing as youâre an outlaw, you probably donât care to be tied up, do you?â you teased, stepping around him to his broad back, keeping his hands clasped behind him.
âNot usually.â
You started binding his hands together with the rope. âBut?â
âBut Iâm curious,â he said, letting you do as you pleased with him. âYour knot tying as poor as your roping?â
âShut the hell up,â you said on a smile. As it stood, you didnât need a knot for this part. Youâd slipped the loop of the rope around his wrists and pulled tight. âAnd follow me, smart ass.â
His resulting low laugh made heavy need build right between your legs. You tugged on the free end of the rope, pulling Arthur along with you.
You rounded the nearest big tree so that the two of you were somewhat out of sight, putting a hand to Arthurâs chest and pushing him back against it. He looked down at you, smug. Youâd wipe that look off his face yet.
âStay,â you ordered. The edge of his mouth kicked up in response.
Rounding the tree with rope in hand, you went around twice, slow, so that Arthur could watch your plan unfold. Each time you wrapped it around his abdomen, his hungry eyes tracked you. He didnât give a damn about being tied up, it seemed, so long as he got what he wanted out of it.
After tying an albeit shitty knot around the back of the tree, you circled again and came around to face your outlaw. âYou look good like this,â you teased.
âUh huh. And youâre gonna look good on your knees for me.â
You scoffed. âDonât be so pleased with yourself. You and I both know youâll be begging me before long.â
He didnât have a response to that, swallowed by his need as he was.
You flashed Arthur a grin and approached him, kneeling down. You slowly, teasingly undid his gun belt. Then his pants. Then his undergarments. And when you pulled him out and started to stroke him, he was already rock hard.
You met his eyes. âYou gonna be good for me? Stay quiet when I have your cock in my mouth?â
He let out a deep breath, his gaze already going hazy at your easy strokes. âMm. May have to let the whole swamp hear.â
âWeâre right by the path,â you reminded him. âI suggest you stay quiet lest someone gets the bright idea to come over and watch me do this to you.â
That made Arthur lean his head back and shut his eyes. Sure enough, you knew youâd wipe away that smug look he always seemed to sport.
You went down fully onto your knees and took him into your mouth. Just the tip, feeling your tongue along his head. A soft grunt left him.
He was big, so you slid your hand down him all the way until you met his body, then torturously back up. You stroked him slow and tight, working your mouth onto him an inch at a time. He let out a long breath, already loving this. And you were proud to have that effect on him. Proud to make him yours each and every time you did this.
You worked your tongue along the underside of his cock, taking him in and out of your mouth with the same rhythm as your hand. When you finally took him as deep as you could, he hit the back of your throat with inches still to spare, like always. You reveled in this, in your big, strong outlaw and his big, strong cock. You wanted to tell him so, make him go cross-eyed with pleasure, but your mouth was preoccupied. So you moved instead.
Two things happened at once. First and most noticeably, Arthur groaned so deep that it rumbled through his chestâa sound so masculine you knew you were soaked now if you hadnât been already. Second, the rope around him made a sound. It tightened and struggled against its hold on him. Surely that stupid knot would hold, no matter how flimsy.
You started a slow pace, hollowing your cheeks, using your hand on him, doing everything you could to ramp up the pressure. You wanted that begging you were talking about, and it took being patient with him to get him there. So you took your time, enjoying this yourself.
He eventually started to buck his hips forward, so you started doing that twisting motion he loved. You took him as deep as you could without gagging on him. He was pushing back as much as the groaning ropes would allow, but with his hands tied behind his back, he couldnât hold your head against him like he normally did. You could tell it was killing him not to, but there were other things you could do to bring him the same enjoyment. So you moved both hands to his hips and held him back against the tree, taking him as deep as possible.
âChrist, darlinâ, thatâs good,â he said. All needy.
You beamed with pride, holding back a smile as you worked his cock. You took him deeper and deeper until you gagged, immediately going back for more. He was groaning and straining against you, the ropes around him doing the same, that begging you were hoping for seconds away.
When you kept one hand on his hip and used the other to fondle his balls, he sucked in a sharp breath. You felt his body shift as he went rigid, then to your shock, something fell against the top of your head. You stopped your progress and looked up, confused, only to see that he was pulling the rope off with newly freed hands. He gave you a pleasure-choked grin as he said, âSeems I need to teach you how to tie a proper knot too.â Then he grabbed you and forced you around quicker than you could stop him, backing you into the tree. He left your hands free but trapped your arms under the rope nonetheless as he wrapped it tight around the trunk, not even needing to walk around it with how long his arms were.
You were beyond aroused by this turn of events and couldnât seem to keep your eyes from drifting lower, admiring his straining cock and how slick he was from your mouth. He noticed your gaze and chuckled. âWhat was it you said? That Iâd be the one begging?â
âMhm,â you said on a nod, still not taking your eyes off his cock as you bit your lower lip in anticipation.
He got close to tie the rope off and spoke low, right in your ear. âNah, I think you know that ainât true.â Your arousal tightened even more.
After a beat, he backed away just enough to admire his work. That stupid smugness was back. Then he closed the gap between you and started loosening your skirt, his eyes on yours. âGonna keep that pretty mouth shut when Iâm inside you?â
Christ, could this man do things to you. You nodded. âI can be good when you have something I want.â
âWhat is it you want from me, darlinâ?â He gathered your skirt and chemise up, exposing your skin to the balmy air. That suffocating heat was torture on your senses.
âYou know what I want, Arthur.â
âWanna hear you say it,â he taunted, finally moving your undergarments out of the way. He exposed your pussy in the process, immediately running his fingers through your slickness.
You let out a low noise. âI want your cock.â
Arthur smirked, taking the slickness gathered on his fingers and running it up and down his length, beginning to stroke himself.
He propped his other hand against the tree above you, leaning in so close you were forehead to hat brim. âHow bad?â
Your eyes flicked down to watch how good he stroked himself. âBad.â
He snickered. âTold you.â
âWhat?â you asked, wholly distracted by his touch as he pressed up against you, trapping you against the tree. He guided his cock to your entrance, not pushing inside.
âTold you youâd be begginâ me.â
You met his eye at those words. And he was already looking at you, grinning, knowing he had you cornered. Because youâd say pretty much anything to the man to get him to push inside you.
âYou ainât heard begging yet,â you said, your breathing uneven.
âThen beg.â
Your pussy clenched around nothing at his demand. His sure, handsome stare and his cock held against youâit took the fight right out of you.
âFuck me.â
âNo please?â
Such a damn tease. âPlease. Now, before I lose my goddamn mind.â
âYou want it?â
âI want it so bad, Arthur, justââ
He thrust into you hard, splitting you wide as you sucked in a strained breath.
Christ alive, his cock was huge. You always forgot just how huge. And as your eyes rolled back in your head and he started a greedy, deep pace, you knew he would make you see stars.
When he grunted and sped up sooner than usual, you moaned for him, watching him drive deeper. Harder. âYes, just like that,â you urged through your panting.
He looked up and met your eye. Your pussy clamped down on his cock at his forwardness, and he felt it.
âThatâs it, girl.â The second those blue eyes showed his smugness again, you knew you were a goner. Because that confidence of his made you find your pleasure every time.
You panted and met his hips at every thrust and strained against the rope, but he pumped into you harder and harder, forcing you flat against the tree. You started to lose it, started to come undone.
And just when you reached the desperation to beg again, just when you uttered the words, âPlease, Arthur. Please make meââ you were interrupted by his calloused hand coming down over your mouth.
The move was so attractive you moaned right into his hand. But you understood why heâd done it when you heard hoofbeats behind you. Someone was on the path.
Arthur spoke low. âStay quiet.â He pumped in and out still, slow and deep, not letting whoever passed by stop him. That little decision drove you mad. You let out a whine. He met your eye. âYou like that?â He thrust in deeper, harder, the smirk back on his face. âMy girl like me fuckinâ her good for everyone to see?â
You whimpered this time, your pussy fluttering around him. âYeah she does. Want me to call him over? Let him watch when you find your pleasure around my cock?â
That did it. You shut your eyes tight and moaned loudly into his hand, your orgasm coming on so quick you werenât prepared for it.
Pleasure wracked your body, making you tense up against the rope so hard that you clung to Arthur with the only thing connecting the two of youâyour cunt, his cock. And he knew it. He let go of your mouth, took your hips, and thrust in hard.
You choked down your cry of pleasure, trying your best to be quiet. But it was useless with your orgasm burning through you, with him buried so goddamn deep, with the way he pounded in harder and harder and harder. You moaned long and loud.
Arthurâs pace stuttered at the noise. You wanted him to find his own release. You wanted his spend. You wanted to feel his huge, rigid cock inside of you forever.
When you finally started to come down, you used all your will to form words, demanding. âCome, Arthur.â
He grunted. You felt him pull out, and not even a second later, he spilled all over your legs, his spend running down the inside of your thighs. He panted heavily, still pinning you against the tree as he kept on and on, his cock throbbing between your legs.
âThatâs it,â you whispered, your head falling back against the tree. âThatâs it, Arthur.â
His heavy breathing wouldnât slow. And even when his pleasure was over, he wouldnât move an inch.
Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a horse and rider walking away, completely oblivious to the two of you. Oblivious to the spend on your legs, to Arthurâs cock still rock hard against you, to the two of you pressed against the tree, desperate for each otherâs touch.
After of few moments of mingled breath and the last traces of pleasure, Arthur met your eye.
âThatâs how you tie a knot, by the way.â
You laughed. Sure, the ropes hadnât budged, and that annoyed you to no end. But you had to admit, there were perks to him being good at everything.
âIs it now?â you taunted. âYouâll have to run that technique by me again.â
He smiled, a flash of teeth and a light in his eyes.
I cannot BELIEVE Iâve been writing for you for three years now. That went by in a flash (likely due to the 19374 business days it took to write Of Love and Loss đĽ´).
I wanted to say thank you for all the love and support, every like and comment, every reblog and shoutout. My confidence in my writing has shot through the roof these past few years, and itâs all because you not only take the time to read what I write but also give me feedback and shower my works in adoration. That is beyond what I ever imagined. I will always be happy with my writing simply because one person took a chance on my stories, then another, then another. I am as satisfied as a person can be, and I owe that to every one of you. So thank you again, Iâm sending all my love, and I will be posting another fic just after Christmas as my way of saying thanks (endlessly). Youâre who I do this for and the reason it stays exciting!
The Fire Within Us (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)
Summary: Arthur finds an intruder in your house, and his restraint snaps.
Authorâs Notes: While I work on another fic that doesnât want to be written, enjoy this little snippet of angry, possessive Arthur :)
Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, smut, low honor Arthur Morgan, gun violence, graphic depictions of violence
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The Fire Within Us
Word count: 1817
Something was wrong.
Arthur knew the second he pulled his horse to a halt beside the house. He threw his leg over her neck in his haste to find the source of his unease.
It started with the quietâyour place was never quiet. Between the nearby sounds of nature and your off-key outbursts of song, the place didnât know silence. But the eeriness continued when you didnât come out to greet him, when the house was dim, when his mind turned to his past.
This had happened once before. Arthur tried not to let his thoughts wander to two crosses outside a little homestead, to his absence and the silence of death. But the memory touched him nowâmade his heart raceâas he made for the door slowly and silently.
Arthur drew his gun and cocked the hammer when he eased the door open. The hinges didnât make a sound, but a clang from farther inside made him sure of his cautiousnessâthe sound of pilfering hands. He knew that sound well. The rushing clumsiness, the unfamiliarity of new objects shoved aside.
Sure enough, when Arthur could see far enough into the room, a kneeling figure came into view by the cabinetry. An unfamiliar one. A man with his back turned that immediately made Arthur see red, enough for him to debate killing, butchering, before he remembered you. Where were you?
He scanned the room, noting your closed bedroom door. He had to know. He had to see you still breathing before he killed the man. And no doubt, he would kill him. He would do it with his bare hands depending on the state of you.
Arthur silently slipped out and rounded the house, making for your bedroom window. He peeked in and saw you knelt in the corner, crying, attempting to stifle your sobs with your hand. He was filled with so much relief it nearly took him out at the knees. But your obvious panic made the anger come back, sharp and boiling hot.
Arthur made sure your room was empty of any other intruders then whipped around. He didnât bother being quiet this time. He barged in and made the intruder face him like a man as Arthur raised his gun and fired.
There was a shout of pain, a collapse of limbs, but Arthur was sure of his aimâthe shot wouldnât kill the man. Instead, he wallowed around while Arthur crossed the space in two strides, grabbing him by the hair.
He yanked his face upward so the bastard would look him in the eye. âDid you hurt her?â
âWho the hell are you?â the man spat back, his voice hoarse with pain.
âAnswer me!â Arthur roared, yanking his hair so hard some came off in his hand and a scream rent the air.
âI donât- know what youâre talkinâ about-â
âLike hell you donât,â Arthur growled, but he was done with this. The man would die whether he was truthful or not.
Arthur began dragging him out of the house by his hair with a strength fueled by the hurt of his past, the fragile beauty of his present. No one got to you. No one.
The man cried and carried on, but Arthur had him outside in the grass in seconds. He leveled his gun at the bastardâs head.
âYou best tell the truth, or Iâm sending you straight to hell. Did you hurt her?â
The man cowered with his hands held in front of his face, but he spoke. âWho? No! I didnât hurt anyone, I was just-â
âI know damn well what you was doing. And if I find out you so much as touched a hair on her head, Iâll butcher you.â
âPlease,â the man cried before wheezing with pain. âLeave me be. I didnât hurt anyone. Iâll leave right now and never come back-â
âBullshit,â Arthur seethed through clenched teeth. The fact was, this fool knew where you lived, and whether heâd hurt you or not, Arthur wasnât taking any chances when it came to you.
Something evil ran through Arthurâs blood, and he caved to it. The man let out a sharp, âNo!â before Arthur fired off a quick succession of three shotsâtwo to the manâs kneecaps, one to his manhood. If the bastard had been in pain before, he was positively screaming now. There was no one out here to scream to, no one to come to rescue him from the fate he had wrought.
Arthur let seconds pass, let the man feel all that pain, then stepped closer.
âDid you touch her?â The words were laced with threatâall that anger coursing through Arthur poised to strike.
The man was still screaming, writhing, but shouted through it all, âGo to hell!â
Arthurâs restraint snapped. He leveled his gun and sent a bullet straight through the manâs skull. Then did it again, just because he had one bullet left. The ringing of the shots in the open night were almost as satisfying as the manâs permanent silence.
Arthur stepped back and spat at the corpse. âI see you in hell, Iâll kill you again, you piece of shit.â
Without another thought for the idiot whoâd picked the wrong goddamn house to rob, Arthur turned on his boot heel and made for you.
He looked up to find you standing in the doorway, watching him. And aside from the tear streaks down your face, you were whole. You were alive. And that sentiment made the anger that still coursed through him turn possessive.
He was on you in seconds, pushing you back into the house as his mouth melded with yours. He kissed you harshly and pushed you into the bedroom, not wanting to think about the blood that now stained your floor behind him. No, he wanted you, needed you, and now before all this anger overcame him.
Arthur shoved you down on the bed and broke away just long enough to growl, âDid he hurt you?â
You shook your head. âI hid,â you said with pupils blown wide, already reaching for his pants buttons. He werenât having that shit. He batted your hand away and ripped your skirt up, your chemise along with it. He knelt down and drove you up the bed, burying his face between your legs.
Arthur took no time to work you up. There wasnât a gentle bone in his body as his tongue dipped inside of you. You were his. This perfect taste, the perfect moan, the way he knew your head had fallen back to the bedâit was all his. No one elseâs. So he worked your pussy hard with his tongue, forcing your pleasure out of you.
When you were close, Arthur moved upward and sucked hard against your clit, making your hips buck upward beneath him. He held you down and made you take it, made you sure of who brought you all this pleasure. He nipped and sucked and circled his tongue until your release hit you like a train, making you suck in a big breath and hold it as all that pleasure came down on you.
Arthurâs patience was nowhere to be found, and he propped himself up and unbuttoned his pants, pressing his thumb down against your clit with his free hand.
âArthur,â you moaned. Just like he liked it. He wouldnât let you come down off that high, not before he got to be inside of you.
In seconds, Arthur had himself in hand, lining up with you. You were still straining beneath him, and he finally took his hand away only to wrench your hips toward him and sink into you.
You cried out and he cursed. You were so goddamn tight like this, the last of your orgasm making you clamp down on his cock. He didnât move for a moment in fear of ending this too soon. But when all the pressure passed, his anger finally subsided fully in lieu of need, and Arthur snapped his hips. Burying himself deep.
He did it again, and again, the rhythm causing a single word to break through the haze of his pleasure-choked state: mine. You were crying out in pleasure, like you enjoyed this side of him he rarely showed. And he was groaning at how badly he needed thisâto feel you with him, alive, whole.
You wrapped your legs around his back and locked your ankles like you could read his goddamn mind, and Arthur nearly choked with pleasure.
âEasy, girl. I wonât last.â
He spoke the words, but his head was still playing that word on repeat at every slam of his hips. Mine, mine, mine.
âI want it,â you breathed. âTake me.â
Arthurâs brain short-circuited. Your heels dug into his lower back, and he drove you into the bed with how hard he moved. He wanted to say something, to ask some sort of permission, but words wouldnât come to him.
Then you spoke on a heady exhale. âFill me, Arthur.â
Christ alive. There wasnât a shred of doubt left in him. You were his, and nobody would take that from him. Ever.
Arthurâs own orgasm came rushing to the surface fast, but not before he lowered his head to yours and gritted out, âMine.â The word made everything else dissipate. All the anger and regret, all the hurt. Everything went away, and it was only him slamming into you over and over and over again.
Arthurâs lips met yours, and he came hard, spilling deep inside of you for the first time. It was blindingly good, but he swore he could have cried at how right it felt. He had needed this a long timeâsomeone to love him, anger and all. Someone to protect. Someone all his own.
The two of you broke the kiss to allow yourselves air, both panting at how good this togetherness felt.
âI love you.â
You saying those wordsâŚhe would never quite feel deserving. But when he looked down at your honest eyes gazing back up at him, he believed them.
He went down onto an elbow, his body finally giving out as the adrenaline left him. âI love you too, darlinâ.â Then, after a beat, âIâm sorry you had to see that, out there.â He hadnât wanted you to watch him kill a man, ever.
But, like always, you pleasantly surprised him. âI have never felt more loved, more desired, in all my life.â You reached up and cradled his face in your hands. âNo matter how far you go to protect me. Iâm yours.â
Arthur felt a swell of emotion unlike any other rise up within him. He gave you a long, tender kiss, his body and his thoughts finally calming from the threat the world posed to you.
He would be here to shield you from it all. Always.
Hello everyone and sorry for dropping off the face of the earth đđŤśđź
I am still writing, but I have been stuck on one fic for WEEKS now. Every time I work on it, it somehow gets worse?? Anyway. I will post it eventually and work on some other things in the meantime so that Iâm actually posting something for yâall. I have tonss of juicy ideas. Letâs just hope they reveal themselves easier than this other one đ
A Standing Offer Pt. 3 (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)
Summary: The next time you see Arthur, neither of you can resist your desire any longer.
Authorâs Notes: Sorry this one is so long buttt I think youâll appreciate why đ Part three of this one.
Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, smut, high honor Arthur Morgan, modern Arthur Morgan, lap dance, oral sex, rough sex
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A Standing Offer
Word Count: 8132
Part Three
The past few days had been a blur. All deep red lights, the fluidity of dancing, a haze of polite conversation. But your mind was entirely elsewhere.
Every waking moment, you thought of what Arthur had told you at his shop. How he wanted you. Just what, exactly, he would get from you. Your mind had roved over the countless possibilities for hours on end. And yet, you hadnât seen the man since. You were starting to think he wouldnât come back to the club and that his confession had been only that. A throwing of a bone. Maybe it was your turn to return it.
When even Madison, who didnât know you as well as some of the other girls, commented on your spacey behavior, you knew it was time to do something. You couldnât have this motherfucker affecting your work.
When you got home from the club in the early morning hours, you opened your recent call list on your phone and looked to the number you knew Arthur had called from. You typed the number into google, hoping it was his personal one. But on an angry groan, you read the number under Van der Linde Auto Shop and realized he had called off of an office phone. And that left you with only one optionâyou had to go see him in person in order to ever speak with him again. Fantastic.
Since it was early Saturday morning and the shop would be closed for the weekend, you slumped on your bed and let out a long breath. This felt too much like having feelings for your liking. But you played it offâthe butterflies in your stomach were just a result of wanting someone who you knew wanted you back. Cat and mouse. Anticipation. You just hoped Arthur was feeling the same thing, or else you risked making a complete fool of yourself. But you quickly pushed that thought away by imagining Arthurâs heavy gaze on you that night outside the shop. How deliberately he had spoken every word. As it stood, you had an entire weekend to do nothing but think of that. So you threw off your clothes and burrowed down in your bed, letting that heavy blue gaze train on you until sleep took you under.
Saturday passed quickly, and it was soon time to head back to the Rouge. So soon, in fact, that you were afraid you would be late for the first time. You rushed out of the door and down to your car, making sure you had all your stuff with you. You were determined never to forget your purse again after what happened last time.
Flying down the highway, doing your usual cursing and flipping off of your fellow motorists, you watched the Rouge come into view just in time. You were sure Ally would already be on stage and that youâd have to do your own makeup and hair tonight. So be it. After years of doing the very thing, you knew how to make yourself look good.
You rushed past Harry and inside, shooting Ally an apologetic look across the room. She was indeed on stage but had two men stage-side standing mere feet from her, watching her every move. So as not to lose them, she just flashed you a smirk and continued on with her work.
You ducked into the dressing rooms and immediately sat, starting with your makeup. Madison sat nearby and let out a laugh that was so sensual it was no wonder she was the club favorite.
âWhatâs the rush, doll?â
âIâm late,â you said without looking at her, already at work on your eyes. âDonât want to miss my cue.â
She let out that laugh again and waltzed over, setting her hands on your shoulders. âLucky for you, that face of yours doesnât need much help.â
You smiled at her but kept on, determined to be on time. She left you sitting there but soon came back with an outfit of yours in her hands.
âWear this one,â she said, hooking it over the back of your chair.
You turned, expecting the Ruby Red outfit, but it wasnât. It was the one you had worn on your first night hereâyour favorite one. It was just the right shade of red and cut in all the perfect places for your body shape.
âYou like this one?â you asked her.
She smirked like a cat. âYou like this one. And I think your performance will be all the better for it.â
You smiled weakly, hoping she wasnât calling you out again for being so off the past few days. But even if she was, she would be right about the outfitâit reminded you of why you did this. To be able to do what you loved and look good doing it.
âThanks,â you told her, turning back around to face the mirror. You caught her eye and returned her smirk. âI have a feeling the patrons are going to thank you too.â
âThereâs my girl,â she said before winking and walking away. You were left feeling a deep appreciation over these girls and how they had your back.
You finished your look in record timing and worked your way into the tiny outfit just in time for your introductory music to start playing. And just like that, everything fell away. There was no more thought of Arthur, no more thought of your desire or your anger or anything else. You made your way to the stage and thought of dancingâyour one and only love. And within seconds, you were swept away by it.
The night had an edge to it when you finally stepped off stage and into the crowd. For one thing, youâd drawn so much attention that you had men vying for you. Three separate booths called you over at once. You just smiled and flirted, falling into the familiar routine. And when you believed youâd fully satisfied each booth and could continue your rounds, more called out to you. It was flattering if not fully distracting. But you realized why the night was so different when your gaze happened to flick to the corner of the room. When you saw who was sitting there.
Your eyes caught and held on Arthur, raking over every inch of him. And immediately, the ruse youâd spun for the men you currently entertained fell flat. You felt a genuine flutter of arousal shoot through you when that piercing gaze refused to break from yours. So you gave up pretending for the others and excused yourself. Followed that arousal right to its source.
You approached the corner booth with determined steps, each one a steady reminder of what Arthur had said the last time youâd seen him. Of what you wanted to give him right fucking now.
You stopped just shy of the booth. âYouâre back.â
Arthur was leaned back, an arm slung across the boothâs back and a beer in hand. He wore a dark brown shirt this time that was somehow even better-looking on him than the black, especially in the low red light.
âI am.â
His simple response was a taunting of sortsâmeans for you to have to work for his affections.
âWhat brings you back?â you asked, tilting your head just so.
He nodded toward the bar, and you turned to find Javier and John standing there, both waving and grinning wide when they saw you looking.
You knew Arthur had only come because they hadâhe wouldnât have come alone. So you silently thanked them for knowing exactly what the fuck they were doing and turned back to the man you couldnât keep from ogling. âBabysitting again?â
âAlways,â he said, his eyes raking over you this time.
Goddamn him for that greedy look and for making you say your next words. âHow about a break then?â
He really stared you down then. Not caught off guard, because he was never that, but challenging in a way that reminded you of how capable he was.
âWhat kind of break?â he said so lowly that even his voice turned you on.
You tilted your head back to the private rooms, your heart pounding. âA dance. Offer still stands.â
He finally broke your gaze and chuckled, shaking his head. âI told you, I-â
âI know what you said. But this oneâs on the house,â you interrupted, sidling closer to him and leaning a hand on the table. You didnât touch him and wouldnât, not until he said yes. Because you didnât think you could keep your hands off of him once you touched him.
He took a sip of his beer and considered you, still leaned back in that ungodly attractive way. âOn the house, huh?â
âYes. Consider it aâŚpreview.â
That got him. Just as his words had gotten you the last time, he was dead silent now, just watching you. Likely imagining exactly what you were suggesting.
âWhat do you say?â You stood straight and tilted your head again, each movement a reminder of what he could have all to himself.
That final push must have made up his mind because without speaking a word, he moved. He got to his feet and towered over you, too close for you to resist. Not to mention he smelled good, not like the overdone cologne that most men wore but something more subtle and masculine.
He stepped in even closer, his voice shooting low. âShow me.â
You took his hand.
You could hear the faint whoops and whistles of Javier and John but didnât pay them any mind, and neither did Arthur as you turned back to look at him. Your smile was genuine as you felt his calloused hand in yours for the first time.
Upon choosing the room, you let Arthur settle into the cushioned chair. He watched your every move as you sauntered over to dim the lights a little more. That attention of his was better than gold, making your confidence over what you were about to do run deep.
For once, you didnât feel the need for any talk as you approached him. Normally, so as not to make the moment awkward, you filled the space with conversation. But this wasnât just any man before you. No, this one knew you, and well enough that the expectations between you didnât have to be spoken. So you didnât speak as you approached his left side, touching him how you wanted to for the first time with gentle fingers on his knee, running up the length of his thigh. You dragged that touch along his muscled forearm, going all the way up to his shoulder and relishing in his broad frame. His head turned with you as you stepped aside and behind him, reaching for his hair. You ran your fingers through the strands and gently tugged sideways, giving you access to the opposite side of his neck.
You brought your lips down just shy of his ear and said, âI canât stop thinking about what you told me the other night.â Then you finally pressed your mouth to the sensitive skin of his neck, kissing him there slow and warm.
He let out a satisfied breath before answering. âThen you should know itâs taking a lot for me to let you do this.â
That surprised you, but not enough for you to stop your work. Instead, you broke away from his neck and slowly tilted his head back up. âWhy so?â
You stepped around his right side this time, tracing your hand down his arm, down his leg, all the way to his knee. Even his goddamn thighs were muscle-bound.
âBecause itâs too much like work for you. I wanted this to happen in private. Where I can have my way with you.â
Your breath caught in your chest, but all you did was smile for him as you looked to his heavy gaze. âYou can have your way with me whenever you want,â you said truthfully, placing your foot between his legs on the seat of the chair. You ran your hand up the inside of your leg, letting him watch every inch of movement. âLike I said,â you teased, running your hand all the way up the middle of your chest. âJust a preview.â
His eyes lingered on your body even after your hand left it. And satisfaction burned through you over having his attention in full.
What youâd done was nothing compared to what came next though, and you werenât sure you could be as professional as you usually were when you took your leg away and slowly lowered down onto your knees before him. Especially not when you saw that he was already growing hard. The urge to feel him like that beneath you was so sudden that you pushed his legs together without much warning. He didnât mind though, just letting out a low, audible breath when you stood again and lowered yourself over his lap, facing him.
Normally, this was the boundary you didnât cross. You would dance over a man all day no matter who it was, but you always held yourself high enough that you didnât quite feel their lap against you. But now, you indulged yourself. You sat fully against Arthur, feeling how hard he already was against your ass. You held eye contact with him, noting their blueish-green color this close. You could have leaned forward an inch and kissed him, but you didnât, wanting this to work him up to the perfect idea of what may happenâof what would definitely happen later. So you sat up straight and began to move.
Arthur immediately let out a low groan, his eyes fluttering shut. You just held onto the chair, going slow, savoring every second. His cock felt sinfully good below you, and you didnât give a shit about the fact that you were growing wetter by the minute. That was inevitable. What you didnât expect, though, were his hands.
Arthur reached around you and placed his hands low on your back. Not enough to control your rhythm, which was part of the reason you didnât let men touch you in here, but just as a gentle pressure that gave away his arousal. Not controlling, not greedy, just wanting. So you let him be.
You ground down on him slow and deliberate, alternating pressure between one side and the other. Arthurâs eyes had opened again and he was looking down, not able to see much from how close you were other than your cleavage.
Vain as you were, you spoke. âWhat are you thinking about?â
You expected some quip about how you looked, about what would happen between you later, anything other than what he said instead. âAbout how goddamn jealous it makes me that other men get to touch you like this.â
There they were, those damning feelings of yours. You pushed them down and let out a low laugh, taking his hands from behind you on a whim and placing them over your clothed breasts. âArthur, no one gets to touch me like this. No one gets to touch me at all.â
His eyes tore from where youâd placed his hands and met yours in surprise.
âJust you,â you said, moving his hands under yours as you continued to grind down on him.
âYou ainât serious,â he replied.
âI am serious. I may touch other people, but they donât touch me. Thatâs my line, and I donât cross it.â But you are, you thought. You gladly would for him.
He stared you down then. Not stating the obvious. You didnât either, for fear it would reveal too much about what you felt for him. Instead you changed positions, slowly running his hands down your body and standing, pushing your chest out toward him as you rose. Then you backed off of him and asked carefully, âDo you want me to stop?â
He still stared, a little stunned. Then his eyes glanced down your body and back up, and his jaw set.
âHell no.â
You smiled and turned.
This time, your heart raced when you backed into him and sat on his lap again, facing outward. You brought a hand up around the back of his neck and ground down on him hard, turning your face back to him, watching as his eyes found your mouth. His head tilted downward just so, hardly an inch away as you moved on him.
âIâm guessing you got rules about kissing men that come in here too,â he said so lowly you barely heard him over the music. But at the mention of a kiss, those butterflies in your gut fluttered.
âUsually,â you said, so close to him and pulling him closer still.
âForgive me then.â His hand cupped the side of your face, and he brought his lips to yours. The feeling it brought you was embarrassingly giddy. His mouth was warm on yours, and it along with your movement began working you up into a state you really shouldnât be in for a woman who did this for a living. But he brought you there anyway, kissing you slowly at first then harsher, his tongue pushing past your teeth.
You let out a genuine moan, holding onto the back of his neck for dear life. This was not good. You couldnât fuck this man in here. But oh, how you wanted to. You wanted him to take you over this chair, on the floor, against the wall. You wanted him so badly that when his free hand moved to your hip, you let it stay there. And he used it this time, tugging you down into his lap so hard that you felt every inch of how aroused he was, his cock digging into your ass. And he was moving now too, moving against your grinding rhythm with his hips.
You broke away from his mouth and let out a breathy, âArthur,â that only made his head straighten up and his other hand join the first, pulling you down atop him even harder.
âChrist,â he groaned. âYouâre good at this.â
You smiled. âThis isnât what I normally do in here.â
âGood,â he said, the word possessive enough to make arousal burn through you, straight to the most sensitive part of you.
He kept grinding against you but slowed. âI told myself I wouldnât do this, you know.â
âDo what?â you asked, watching his strong hands pin you down as you both moved.
âTouch you like this. Not here. But then I saw what you were wearinâ and how you danced up there on stage.â He brought a hand up from your hip, gently touching your jaw and turning your face to his. He kissed you again, his mouth making your whole body burn with pleasure. He was good at this too.
âYou saw me dance?â you panted, barely breaking away.
âI did,â he said before kissing you again, this time on your neck. His hand moved across your front, tugging you in tight to him.
You let out a shaky breath. âWas I any good?â
âDamn good. I was half hard just watching you.â
Before you could respond, though your body was doing that plenty, he kept on. âNot to mention how you look tonight. Different than the last time I was here. MoreâŚâ
âMe?â you suggested, already bursting with pride that he liked your favorite outfit and the hair and makeup you had done yourself.
âThatâs it,â he said lowly, giving a particularly harsh grind of his hips as he continued holding you against him.
âFuck, you donât stop that soon and Iâm gonna lose itâ you choked out, feeling a wave of pleasure coming on.
âYou want me to stop?â he taunted.
âNo,â you shot back, but you made up your mind otherwise. You couldnât come on this manâs lap, and not at the club. You wanted to do it right, with him inside of you, away from here. Just how youâd been imagining for days. âBut you have to,â you added.
With this, you took his hands and slowly ran them down your body before pushing them aside. It took everything in you to get off of his lap, but you did.
âWhat, they got some kind of rule against your pleasure in these rooms?â he quipped.
You turned and faced him, leaning so that your hands landed on his legs, your cleavage on display as you went eye-level with him.
âNo. But I want you inside me when I come.â
That did it. Arthur clenched his jaw so hard you could see the muscles of his face pull in.
You smirked, glad to give him that particular imagery. âMeet me outside the club after my shift. That way neither of us has to hold back.â
You leaned in and gave him a lingering kiss on the cheek, running your hand down his leg one last time as you backed away from him. He just stared hard, looking like a man completely taken by you. You let that look be the lone thing for your feelings to cling onto as you left him sitting there.
~
The remainder of your shift passed quickly, excited as you were over what was to come. You spoke to John and Javier briefly and mentioned they may need to find a different ride home. Their resulting grins made you turn and teasingly smile at Arthur, who only looked away and ignored the three of you entirely. Other than that, you didnât see Arthur again until you were walking out to your car. Youâd parked out front this time, as hurried as youâd been to get here, and saw him leaning against his truck a few spaces away.
âWhere are your kids?â you called out.
âI sent âem home,â he answered, smiling in that close-lipped, casual way that drove you crazy.
âSome babysitter you are,â you teased as you walked over to join him. With this, you heard a strong voice call out to you.
âAll good over there?â This from Harry manning the front door, always watching out for his girls.
âAll good, Harry. Thanks!â you said with a wave. Then, turning to Arthur, âSo. You want my number or a ride to my place?â
âAinât no way Iâm getting in that shit box with you,â he joked, nodding to your car. âIâve seen how you drive.â
You feigned offense. âShit box? I thought my mechanic fixed it up nice.â
He chuckled. âLooks like he did the best he could with what he had.â
You rolled your eyes then held out your hand. âPhone, then.â
He reached in his back pocket and unlocked his phone, placing it in your hand. You quickly found his contacts app on his nearly bare home screen and added your number with the contact name âBest Dancer My Lapâs Ever Met.â You grinned and handed his phone back over. He let out a huff of a laugh and typed something out, making your own phone ding in response. From there, you just wore that grin and winked, turning on your heel to let him watch you walk away.
You got in your car and sent your address before leaving the Rouge. And as you did with the red neon fading away in your rearview, you knew that for once, you would be too distracted to be bothered by the traffic.
The ride felt short due to sudden nerves that you were having trouble mastering. This was much different than turning a man on at a club. This was intimate. And a small part of you hoped it wasnât the only time it would happen either.
When you parked and got out to wait, seeing a familiar gray truck pull in, you were overcome by the sight of Arthur. He was so attractive to you that even the way he drove was distracting, wheeling that big truck around to further prove how capable he was. He parked perfectly straight and got out, joining you with a smile. When he stopped just shy of you and all you could do was stare at how handsome he was, he spoke. âYou gonna ogle me all night or invite me in?â
You smiled then. âBoth.â Then you took his hand and tugged him on.
You were busy thinking of how his fingers were threaded through yours when he took his hand away and brought an arm around you instead, never breaking step as he pulled you into him. You had to keep from giggling at the way he made you feel. And it only got worse when the pair of you reached your door and before you could even get your keys out, he backed you against the wall and started making out with you out in the damn open.
You were overwhelmed in seconds, his hands finding your hips, his tongue reaching yours.
After a moment tangled together, he backed off. âMm. Seems Iâve lost all my patience.â
Yours was long gone, nowhere to be found. Especially since his body still pinned you to the wall and you could feel how hard he was against your front.
âWhat are you waiting for, then?â you asked, snaking your keys out of your purse and dangling them in front of him. He took them with a grin and turned, unlocking your door. He opened it wide and motioned you in, still every bit the gentleman that made you want him so bad in the first place.
From there, things got heated. Time melted away and wasnât measurable in anything but his movementsâshutting your door, making for you. Kissing you hard and desperate, causing your purse to drop to the floor. Backing you into the room with his strong hands, holding the kiss with nothing but strength and arousal.
You led him into your bedroom, the two of you never breaking as he leaned you over the bed, pressing his bodyweight into you.
You let him kiss you and kiss you, do as he pleased with you. Youâd spent half your life leading the show, and for once you wanted to let go. You wanted to see how he would take the reins. And take them he did, easily leading you as he desired.
After heâd thoroughly turned you on with his mouth, he let you lay back on the bed as he got off of you, running his hands up your sides to take your shirt off. You let him, barely helping so that he would touch every inch of your skin he could. He brought the shirt up and over your arms then did the same with your bra, leaving your top half bare. That vainness in you burned bright when he took in the sight of your naked chest, his eyes hardening with arousal. But he didnât touch you, taking off the rest of your clothes first. And only when you laid there beneath him completely bare did he touch you, running his hands up your sides and kissing you, mouthing you, running his tongue over your nipple.
You let out a shaky breath as you watched him, his handsome face shaped into that of satisfaction. His eyes had closed, like the taste of you alone was all he needed. And he began to suck and tease your nipple with his teeth, the feeling building up the beginnings of your pleasure.
You heard his boots thud to the carpet before he switched to your other nipple, gently guiding you higher up the bed beneath him. You laid a hand on his hair and had the fleeting thought that you wanted those boots to stay, wanted him here with you every night, showing you this pleasure.
âYou want me to dance for you again?â you teased, trying your best to distract yourself from the feeling swelling in your chest for him.
He looked up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, still with your nipple in his mouth for a few seconds before he let go. The sight turned you on so bad you nearly made a face.
âI reckon itâs your turn to sit back and relax.â
You didnât fully process that before he lifted up on those strong arms of his and moved down. He tugged you with him so that you went all the way to the edge of the bed with your legs hanging over.
Oh fuck.
Arthur knelt and propped your legs over his shoulders for you. âBeen wantinâ to taste you for a while now.â
âFuck,â you groaned aloud this time.
He started kissing a line up the inside of your thigh, speaking between each brush of his lips. âAinât no man can do this to you but me I bet.â
He was right about that much.
âNo man even comes close, do they?â
âNo one but you,â you breathed.
He laughed, low and daunting. âGood.â Then he brought his mouth to the most sensitive part of you, his tongue immediately dipping inside. Your breathing grew short and quick, your fingers tangling in his hair.
He started slow and grating, running his tongue up and in and out. Lapping at your wetness. His mouth was warm on you, his upper lip landing just under your clit. You needed him higher but didnât dare move, because this alone was working you up, and you didnât want to rush it. You wanted him to taste every inch of you, wanted this to be the new fantasy you dreamed of every time you pleasured yourself.
Arthur dipped his tongue into you deeper and deeper, running it along the upper side of you in a way that made you start to moan for him.
You were soaked now, there was no doubt about that, but he didnât seem to care. He just tugged you closer with those strong hands, digging his fingers into the tops of your legs to hold you against his face.
He licked and sucked and drove you to an edge you didnât know you could get to without him touching your clit. But then he did, and you lost it.
âArthur,â you whimpered, arching your back, tugging his hair.
He ran his tongue over your clit, slow and steady. The immediate pleasure was so good you didnât even need him to go faster to come, but he wasnât done with you yet. He worked you higher and higher, setting a pace that steadily went faster and faster until you were panting, bucking, begging.
He started to suck on your clit hard, his tongue making tight circles against that bundle of nerves. Enough to have you taking in a shaky breath like you always did when you neared your release.
You pulled your lower legs down against his back, trapping him against you. You didnât even have to focus on the pleasure. It built up all on its own, all because of his strong hands and able mouth.
He groaned at the way you held him against you, and that deep sound against your clit broke you. With a few last swirls of his tongue, you came impossibly hard, and he stayed there and lapped at you, dipping his tongue back into you to taste your release.
You were completely lost in his talent for this as your whole body twitched second after second, pleasure bursting forth.
Only when you could finally take in heavy breaths again did he pull away smiling, wiping your slick from his mouth. âThat might just be the hottest thing youâve done yet,â he said.
âDitto,â you breathed, letting your head fall back.
He let out that low laugh that lit your ears before climbing back over you, kissing you again. And when you pressed a hand to his shirt, you remembered that it was still there. You couldnât have that.
You leaned up with what little strength had returned to you and continued kissing him, reaching for the hem of his shirt. When you started tugging it upward, your knuckles brushed against coarse muscle and hair, making you break the kiss and look down. His chiseled body was already turning you on againâwhat little youâd glimpsed at the shop was nothing next to this. He had a smattering of hair that followed all the way up to his chest. And he was so strong. Built-up muscle that wasnât refined like a man who worked out but stout like a man who worked hard. Your hands traced those muscles as he took over, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
He grinned then, smug. âIf Iâd known you were watching me through that shop window, I would have taken my shirt off a lot sooner for you.â
âYouâd done that, and I would have fucked you right over that office desk,â you assured him, leaning into him and kissing him again. You both fell back on the bed, you atop him this time.
He smiled up at you as you broke away, wanting the rest of his clothes off.
âI donât doubt that,â he said.
âYou shouldnât,â you assured him, unbuttoning those well-fitting jeans. âI thought about doing exactly that earlier that day. When you had me sign those papers.â
âWhat, in front of everyone?â he said with a laugh of disbelief.
âYes,â you said simply, meeting his eye. His mouth parted slightly, the only sign that the idea turned him on. You elaborated. âI was thinking about what everyone would think of what a mess you could make of me on that desk.â
âChrist, woman,â he said lowly before leaning up to meet you, dragging you down atop him in another kiss, pants long forgotten in favor of his desire. You let him be, happy to feel his mouth against yours, his desperation in every sweep of his tongue.
He turned you on so thoroughly with just his mouth, it was no wonder youâd let this happen. Broken every last rule you had as a dancer, letting him into your apartment and into your life. You blamed it on the fact that at his shop that night, heâd admitted his feelings but still hadnât expected anything from you. That wasnât just rare for youâit was the first time it had ever happened. So you fell into the feeling now, allowing your arousal to be a result not only of his touch but of how much you wanted it. Needed it.
You broke the kiss and moved down, sliding his pants off his strong legs. He watched as you took his socks and briefs too, allowing his cock to spring up against his abdomen.
All you could do was stare at his impressive girth and let a slight smile turn your mouth, climbing back over him. Your turn.
You took him in hand and immediately set your mouth to his head, licking and teasing. You felt him go rigid underneath you and flicked your eyes up to see his reaction. His head had fallen back, his mouth parting in a heavy breath. You took him deeper, hollowing your cheeks and using your tongue, going up and down, slow and tight.
When he groaned and his hand fell to your hair, you debated letting him come just like this. The two of you had all nightâplenty of time for multiple rounds. Plus, part of you was prideful and wanted to pull that pleasure from him. Just as you decided that the idea wasnât a bad one, starting to take him as deep as you could, he stopped you and pulled you upward in one strong tug. You were somewhat surprised by his ability to do that so easily, staring at him nose to nose with wide eyes.
He cracked a satisfied smile. âYou still want me inside you when you come?â
Even though he was just repeating your own words back to you, hearing them out of his mouth made those sensitive muscles of yours clench with arousal.
âYes.â
âYou best cut that out then, or you wonât get the chance.â
You tilted your head. âFigured I could make you come more than once.â
His brows knit together, his gaze showing a seriousness you knew belonged to need. After a beat of the two of you staring at each other, his cock distractingly close to where you wanted it, he said lowly, âWeâll see about that.â Then he flipped you.
You felt a pout form on your face when he immediately raised up, leaving you lying there while he got off the bed. But when you saw why, another beat of admiration for him tangled through you. He was digging through his jeans for his wallet.
âCondom?â you asked.
âYeah,â he said simply, like it wasnât a thing in the world. All the times youâd been with shitty men who gave excuse after excuse not to wear one came back to you, and you couldnât help but smile at Arthurâs willingness.
âYou clean?â
He stopped what he was doing. âYeah. Why?â
âJust that Iâm on the pill. And likely cleaner than anyone youâve ever been with if you donât wanna fool with that.â
You watched his expression go from hesitancy to intrigue to arousal. It was the last look that had your blood heating, those eyes he pinned you with so goddamn attractive. And when he dropped his jeans and rejoined you on the bed, his broad body enveloping yours, you could feel your heart kick up its pace.
âThat so?â he teased.
âThatâs so,â you replied before his mouth was on yours again, barely giving you a chance to get the words out.
In your experience, sex work had a different meaning depending on who you asked. For you, it was just dancing. For others, it was the act in its fullest sense. But when Arthur trapped you underneath him and started kissing you deeper and deeper, his cock sliding between your thighs, the entire concept of work went out the door. This was neither. Youâd never felt so admired, so wanted, so needed for reasons that went beyond your body. Arthur wanted you. Not a dancer, not a body, but a person. And you knew that because of the way he showered you with attention, one hand sliding around the back of your head, the other running down to your hip. His tongue finding yours and with each brush of it, pushing you down into the bed. He was desperate for this just like you were. And there was only one explanation for thatâhe had the same feelings for you as you did for him.
When Arthur broke the kiss long enough to look you in the eye and ask permission to fuck you, you were a goner.
âYes,â you breathed out, the word heavy with the discovery of how much he wanted you. Then he brought his lips to yours and rocked his hips forward. You let out a whimper of gratification when the head of his cock slipped inside of you, already stretching you wide with how thick he was. He grunted, the sound going right into your mouth as he continued pushing in, going deep.
When Arthur stopped, buried as far inside of you as he could be, he broke away and flashed those pretty eyes at you. âThis okay?â
âIf you donât fucking move already-â
Your insistence was interrupted by his low laugh. Then he dragged himself out of you, hesitated, and plunged back in, agonizingly slow. Oh, he knew what he was doing all right. The feeling had you hanging onto every ounce of grating pleasure. Especially when he kept hesitating like that, making you want to beg. Not to mention his lips falling to your throat, kissing and mouthing you.
As much as you wanted to go cross-eyed with pleasure, this was about him too. You wanted to see how worked up you could get him. So you spoke.
âBeen dreaming of doing this with you every night since I first laid eyes on you,â you said low, right into his ear. Your fingers found his back and started rubbing small circles in the muscled flesh there. His hips hitched then kept on that slow paceâthe clearest sign that heâd heard you loud and clear.
âBeen thinking of all the ways you would fuck me. At the club. Here. At your shop.â
He sped up his pace, just barely. But his cock driving so deep was enough to make you moan before you kept on him.
âHow you wouldâŚbend me over every surface andâŚand howâd you say it? Have your way with me?â
He grunted then, starting to really pick up his pace. That and his mouth coming back to yours made whatever teasing comment you had die a quick death. Fuck, you would come from his cock alone.
He broke the kiss and brought his head to the side, like kissing you was too much for him. His ragged breathing as he pumped into you further proved it. But the worst thing of all, the one that made you forget all about his pleasure, was when he looked you square in the eye and stopped dead, buried deep. âMy turn.â
You realized then that he was smarter than you gave him credit for, catching on to what you were doing and stopping himself from nearing that edge. He moved you with him in one smooth motion, pulling out and sliding his body underneath you as he kept you held against him. You laid with your back to him, sitting in his lap from where heâd propped himself back against your pillows. And even better, you had a full length mirror in your room that was letting you in on just how much he wanted you, those heavy eyes of his watching your every movement. The only thing you uttered was a shaky breath as he kissed the side of your neck and said, âRide me like you did in the club.â
Fucking gladly.
You lifted up and took his cock in hand, making him let out a literal growl of pleasure that had your cunt throbbing with need. You sat slowly, intentionally, letting every inch of him stretch you. Then your eyes flicked back to the mirror, watching as you leaned back against his strong chest and started to move on him. It was a glorious sight, one you almost wanted to take a picture of.
His hands found your hips again, pulling you down against him. You ground down hard, harder than you had at the club. You let every thrust of his cock hit that sweet spot inside you, building up the pleasure youâd so desperately wanted to feel since youâd met him.
âThatâs it,â he said on an outward breath, the most blissed-out youâd ever heard him.
His hand left your hip and came down on your lower stomach, and fuck if you couldnât feel how deep inside of you he was. He bucked his hips up to meet you then, and you watched in the mirror, your mouth falling open.
âYou like riding me?â he taunted. âLike watching us in the mirror like this?â
âYes,â you whined. Then took him harder, your hand circling the back of his neck like youâd done in the Rouge. All thought was blotted out at the feeling of his cock, and how hard you were grinding against him, and how much you suddenly wanted his mouth back. You looked away from the mirror and up to him. âKiss me.â
His eyes fluttered with the slightest show of desire before his mouth came over yours, sure and demanding. That was when you lost it.
You ground down and he fucked into you slow and rough, and he took your mouth all tongue and teeth and need. Your gaze flashed to the mirror one last time, and the sight before you pushed you into pure ecstasy. You came on his cock, just as youâd promised, moaning into his mouth. He refused to let up, still forcing your hips down and swallowing the sound with how greedily he kissed you. But you didnât miss how he groaned when you flexed around him, how it sounded desperate this time. So you let him keep on, not realizing how close he was until you pulled him in closer as you kissed him, still fluttering with the last waves of your orgasm.
He pulled away from your mouth and sat you down on his cock with one harsh push, making you watch. The mirror was a damn sight to behold as his eyes squeezed shut and he let out a deep groan, stilling as deep inside of you as he could be.
You cursed low and filthy, unable to resist. He just let out a grunt of pure pleasure, still coming and holding you there to take it all.
After a moment held together like this, his entire body relaxed as he brought a hand up to your jaw, turning you and kissing you again. You could only think about how deep he still was, how much you wanted him to stay there.
He broke away and gave you a satisfied smile. âEven better than I imagined.â
âMe? Are you fucking kidding me? The club should hire you.â
He let out a bark of a laugh. âNow thereâs a sight.â
You laughed with him, settling against his chest. Fully content to cockwarm him if thatâs what he wanted. He settled with you, running his fingers up and down your side. Your gaze flicked to the mirror again and so did his.
âYou always got that mirror there?â
âYeah. But Iâm sure as hell never moving it now.â Not with a sight like this, his cock still inside you as you lay there together propped up on the bed.
Arthur chuckled then teasingly ran his fingers up to your nipple and pinched. Your remaining arousal throbbed between your legs, making him groan all growl-like again. That sound was music to your ears.
âReal question is, how quick do you recover?â
âWhy?â he said, that teasing tone of his making you smile. âMy cock still inside you not enough?â
You met his eye with a devilish glint in your own. âI want it to stay there.â
His voice dropped low again. âThat so?â
You nodded, biting your lip. Because the way he looked at you was a promise of its own. And as it stood, you wanted him to fill you with his come all night long.
He smirked. âThen tell me again about your plans for that office desk.â
With that, you were lost in how infatuated you were with the man, describing every last detail of what you wanted him to do to you. And you were delighted with how the minutes passed, and he hardened while he was still inside you. That was the most aroused anyone had ever made you. Then Arthur did as you asked and started with your first request, rising from the bed and taking you with him. He wrapped your legs around his waist and fucked you against the wall, using all that strength of his you so loved to admire. And before long, you were both panting, grabbing at every inch of skin, kissing and cursing and dying to let go.
When Arthur fulfilled your second request and took you down to the floor, you did come. Twice. Once with him facing you, once with him railing you from behind. And as he kept on through your second orgasm, never letting up an inch, you thought that you had found the perfect man. Unbelievably, youâd found him at the club. And you were so glad youâd given him a chance, all because he held doors open and called you miss and let you decide for yourself how this would go. That meant more to you than you could say. So when he came a second time, half-collapsing on top of you but still holding you up with one steady arm, you couldnât help but look to those boots of his on your bedroom floor. You finally let your feelings for him take over at the sight, for once in your life unafraid to do so. Because despite what you did for a living and despite how youâd met, you both wanted each other for no other reason than how you made each other feel. And that was all youâd ever truly craved.
âYouâll be the death of me yet, woman,â he said through heavy breaths.
You smiled, allowing yourself to be happy. Then you turned and kissed him.
I have only been reading 2 of your fics but im wondering if you deal with horses in real life? You seem to know a lot about them! Sorry this question is a bit silly đââď¸đ¨
Not silly at all! Yes, I have three horses. They are my babies and I love them so much đĽşđĽ° Iâm amazed you caught that through my writing that makes me feel so accomplished!!
Do youâŚmindâŚwriting omegaverse? Iâve just gotten this terrible idea of alpha arthur being with beta readerâŚyk?
Okay itâs wild you ask, because the first thing I ever wrote was an omegaverse fic with alpha Arthur. But reader was an omega. Itâs like twenty chapters long and very messy because itâs when I first started writing, so Iâll probably never post it. BUT it was wildly hot and I will gladly write something like it again đđ
A Standing Offer Pt. 2 (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)
Summary: When your car ends up with a minor problem, youâre forced to interact with Arthur again.
Authorâs Notes: Part two of this one.
Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, high honor Arthur Morgan, modern Arthur Morgan, eventual smut
AO3 Link
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A Standing Offer
Word count: 3418
Part Two
âThat arenât gonna buff out, Artur.â
Arthur was doing his best to ignore the Irishman at his side, sweat beginning to bead across his forehead for his efforts. He was trying hard to get your bumper back in working order, but it was proving more difficult than heâd thought.
âWhat is it they call insanity? Doing the same ting over again and expecting different results?â
âQuit while youâre ahead,â Arthur grumbled.
âExactly what you should doing there.â
Arthur stood so fast that Sean jumped back to avoid him. Arthur laughed at him. âWhat you so jumpy for? Iâm just getting another cover for this buffer.â
âOh, sure you are,â Sean said. âVery funny.â
âUnless you think I have reason to beat your teeth in,â Arthur suggested.
âMe? Never,â Sean answered, following Arthur along as he made for the part he was looking for.
âShit, thereâs reason enough to give you a good beating every day,â Arthur said, scanning the shelves on the wall. He found the right cover for the buffer machine and took it off the shelf, feeling along it to see if it would do the trick. He wasnât quite pleased, but it was worth trying at least.
âYou always this nasty toward your friends?â Sean teased.
Arthur finally turned to him. âTo my coworker who wonât go work his job, keeping me from mine in the process? Yes.â
âAhh, you love me though. Besides, I know what it is. Youâre just hung up on that girl. Whatâs her name? Ruby?â
Arthur really could have punched him then, and John and Javier too for ever mentioning you in the first place.
âI ainât hung up on anyone. Now go do the job youâre hired to do before I fire you myself.â
Sean let out a bark of a laugh. âYou wish you could, English.â But, thankfully, he let Arthur be and went back to the old Chevy he had been assigned a week ago.
Even though Arthurâs shadow was gone, he found himself even more aggravated when he continued buffing out the bumper. The breaks in the plastic that resulted when the piece bent back into its proper shape werenât going anywhere.
Arthur put the buffer down and rocked back on his knees, hands on his hips. This werenât good. Either youâd need a new bumper, or you would have to come up here and confirm that you were all right with the damage. The second one was cheaper, but Arthur wanted no reason for the boys at the shop to keep ribbing him over you. It didnât make any goddamn sense, as far as he was concerned. John and Javier were the two idiots who had cornered you in that club. Heâd barely even spoken to you in comparison. But no, all heâd heard since was how sweet on you he was, volunteering to fix up your car cheap. He wished heâd never even offered.
Truth be told, Arthur didnât quite know why heâd done it. There was the obvious, that he felt bad for all the damage his truck had caused that you would have to pay for. But beyond that, heâd told himself the minute he left the Rouge that he would block all thought of you off. True, he couldnât keep his eyes off you that night, and also true, he couldnât stop thinking about the way youâd spoken to him. But it was your job to act as you had toward him. He didnât think heâd ever have reason to see you again anyway. When he got out of his truck in all that buzzing traffic, the last person heâd expected was you, shouting at some poor girl enough to make her look like she was shrinking into her clothes. He was so amused by your change in behavior that heâd told himself right then and there to be done with it all. He couldnât fall for a stripper who had only paid him any mind because she was getting paid to do so. So, heâd told you the damage, determined to leave it there, then the words that he would help you came spilling out of his mouth before he could stop them. And heâd regretted them every moment since.
Arthur wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his arm, knowing either way, the shape the car was in at least warranted a call. Best to get it over with sooner rather than later.
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A number you didnât have saved in your phone crossed your screen, distracting you from your reality TV. You would normally damn whoever it was and ignore it, but a lot of random numbers had been calling you since moving and starting a new job. You groaned loudly and picked it up.
âHello?â
âY/N? This is Arthur.â
Well, well. You didnât like the excitement that bolted through you one bit.
âHey,â you said simply, not wanting to make this some big deal. Simple phone call, back to your show.
âI got a problem with your car.â
Just perfect. Couldnât you have one relaxing day?
âWhat is it?â
âI got the front bumper back in place, but the breaks in the plastic wonât buff out.â
âSoâŚâ
âSo youâll either have to keep it like this or order a new bumper.â
âOh.â That was an easy decision. âIt doesnât affect driving it, does it?â
âNo, just cosmetic.â
You grinned at his use of the word cosmetic. âEasy enough. Leave it like it is.â
âCan do,â he said. And, just before you were about to hang up and go back to your show, âIâll need you to come look at the damage and sign off on it.â
Christ. You really didnât need to go see this man in person again. You would have to go back up there to get your car anyway, but you were hoping Arthur would already be busy with another car by then. âCanât you just sign it for me? Take this as my personal attestation that I wonât sue you?â
âAfraid not,â he said simply.
âUgh. Fine. When do I need to come up there?â
âItâs ready now. Anytime before five.â
âGreat,â you said with as much sarcasm as you could muster. âBe there soon.â
âBye,â he said, and hung up before you could.
âBye,â you said in a sing-song voice, tossing your phone across the couch. This was just not what you needed right now. You were thrilled the car was done so soon, but you were determined to get this man out of your head. Going to see him at his shop, where he dressed like masculinity given form, would not help. But you sucked it up and called an uber anyway, at least glad that you wouldnât have to inconvenience Janiyah by bumming a ride anymore.
The entire ride to the shop, you watched the traffic from the back seat and did your best to hold your tongue. But truly, you would have to move closer to the club or something. This road rage was taking years off your life.
Before you could do something stupid enough to ruin your uber rider rating, you arrived at Arthurâs shop. It was named Van der Linde Auto Shopâa mouthful of a name that youâd told them to change upon learning it. Because of it, though, youâd learned that Arthur didnât own the place, that his last name was Morgan, and way too many other personal things about the guys who worked here. John and Javier included. The owner hadnât been in the last time, and neither had the rest of their little gang of merry men. But today as you walked up in broad daylight, the place was crawling with them.
âY/N,â someone called out from your right, and you squinted into the sunlight to find John. There laid another problemâbecause of the business with the cars and the cops, they now knew your real name.
John loped over, pausing his work on a ridiculously jacked-up truck you had a sneaking suspicion was his.
âHey. Arthurâs just inside. Said to let him know when you got here.â
âWell, here I am,â you said, curious over Johnâs enthusiasm. You wondered if it was due to flattery or guilt. Most men couldnât help feeling one or the other toward you after meeting you a second time.
âThis way,â he said, sure as ever. You followed him in through the shopâs big bay doors, thinking he was likely feeling both. But you refrained from calling him on it, remembering the woman he and Arthur had been arguing about at the club. No need to insert yourself there.
âArthur! Y/Nâs here,â John called out to the floor.
You couldnât see Arthur but heard him call out, âGive me a minute. Almost done here.â
You turned to John and smiled. âThanks for the help.â
The scars across his face stretched as he smiled back. âNo problem. See you.â Then he turned to go, and you could only laugh under your breath at his confidence.
âYeah, see you.â
Wanting to get out of here as quick as you could, you went looking for Arthur. There were cars in the way and four other men you could see workingâJavier and three others youâd never metâbut no Arthur. Javier waved at you with a shit-eating grin on his face. You didnât even want to know, just waved back. But you did spot your car near the back of the shop, so you made for it. Only, you saw sudden movement by your feet and stopped, taking in the sight ofâŚholy fuck.
There were two work boots and a very familiar pair of well-fitting jeans sticking out from under the car at your side. Arthur was on his back on one of those stupid roller things, and the way he reached up to work on the underside of the car revealed a sliver of very chiseled, deliciously sweaty abdomen. You had two seconds to imagine your tongue on those muscles before you mentally kicked yourself and behaved.
You nudged one of his boots. âSo, should I come down there, or..?â
There was a momentâs hesitation before he pushed himself out from under the car, rising up and putting those abs to work. You forced yourself not to watch them. Even though the rest of him looked just as good in a black shirt that stretched across his broad chest. He had black streaks across his arms and hands from whatever he had been doing with the car, and he started to wipe them away with a dirty rag.
âWhat part of âgive me a minuteâ didnât you get?â he asked, though he sported a smug look as he said it.
You just shrugged. âYou look done to me.â Not just doneâhot as fuck, you thought to yourself. The way he cleaned his hands with that rag made his forearm muscles turn over, bulging. Something about the movement and the black shirt as opposed to the white one he had been in the last time...
Now that you took him all in, you realized he was undoubtedly threatening in a way that ran past the seams of his shirt and down his coarse arm muscles to his able hands. This man was barely-contained power. And yet, you still wanted it all for yourself.
âI am done,â he said. âBut make no mistake, if I werenât, youâd be waitinâ.â
âYou sure know how to charm a girl,â you replied lazily, easily. It was so easy to flirt with him you made a point to keep the chit chat to a minimum from then on.
He smirked and threw the rag on top of the car, rolling the contraption heâd been lying on back under the car with his boot. âCarâs over here,â he said, leading the way. You watched his ass in those jeans again, not really caring to divert your gaze. If this was the last time you saw him, it was best to take in the view.
He stopped just before your car and pointed at the front bumper. âScratches are just there.â
You leaned down to get a better look and were pleasantly surprised. They really werenât bad. You certainly wouldnât be buying a whole new bumper just to fix a few pieces of fractured plastic. They were noticeable, but the thing was drivable and had two properly-shaped bumpers again. That was the best you could ask for at the price he was offering.
You straightened up and turned to him, and his gaze flicked back to your face. From where it had been on your ass.
This was a dangerous game the two of you were playing.
âLooks fine to me,â you said. âWhere do I sign?â
He just grunted in response, motioning for you to follow him. You really wished he wasnât so gruff. Rude, really. If heâd just accepted your dance back at the club, he would be gone from your thoughts entirely. But no. He had to make things difficult, like he knew you were a sucker for a challenge.
Arthur led you back to the shopâs corner office, one you noted was walled with glass. Likely so whoever was in here could see what was happening on the shop floor, though your mind went to less innocent things, like what all those workers would think of what a mess Arthur could make of you on this very desk. You shook that thought off before it could take root and looked to Arthur. He had found the form he wanted from the filing cabinet and laid it down on the desk, beginning to fill out the details of the repair. You watched his shoulders and back muscles work against the tiny weight of the pen on paper. This man really was a sight to admire.
âThere, if youâll justâŚsign there,â he said finally, flipping the paper around for you to sign. He held the pen out to you, and you impulsively tried to catch his gaze as you took it, but he wouldnât look up. Coward.
You set your purse down in the chair at your side and signed. When you finished and handed him back the pen, he gathered up all the paperwork and the receipt. Then you paid and knew it was time to go or else risk getting hung up on this idiot.
âHereâs the keys,â he said, handing them over. âTry your best to drive a little better from now on.â
âShut up,â you quipped. âLike you wouldnât be happy to have me back in.â
He chuckled and shook his head, his face tingeing red. âGo before I charge you for keeping me from my job.â
You gave him one last long look, memorizing that handsome face, before turning on your heel. âThank you, Arthur.â
All he said in response as he followed you back to the floor was, âBe sure to put it in reverse to back out of here. Thatâs the one with the âRâ.â
âShut the fuck up,â you shot back, though you gave him a smile and a laugh as you did, secretly hoping that just as it usually did at the Rouge, the look would linger.
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It took you until you got out of your car back at your apartment to realize you didnât have your purse. It, and your phone, and your wallet, were still sitting in that goddamn chair at Arthurâs shop.
You let out a groan and slapped a hand to your forehead, debating turning right around to go get it. You would need it for work tonight. But you also didnât want to see Arthur again. Youâd spent the entire ride home cursing yourself a fool for how youâd acted toward him at the shop. It was infuriating, really, how you just wanted to be done with him, but seeing him made you turn into the worldâs biggest, most obnoxious flirt. You could not get involved with this man. It went against every instinct you had in your professional life. So, you did what any sane person would do when faced with such a problem and avoided it. You stomped upstairs and slammed your apartment door shut behind you, leaving that problem for a later, much wiser, version of yourself.
After eating a ridiculous amount of junk food and bingeing reality TV for the rest of the day, you finally gave in and left a little earlier than usual to go get your purse back before work. You only hoped that John or Javier or literally anyone other than Arthur would be the one to retrieve it for you when you got there.
Upon arriving, not only were you disappointed, you were debating turning right back around and leaving. It was late enough on a Wednesday night that everyone else had left for the day, and only Arthurâs gray truck remained sitting just in front of the office. Fuck.
All you could do was go in and get your shit and leave with as few words as possible, and thatâs exactly what you aimed to do as you parked beside him and walked up to the door. But then you saw him through the glass office windows walking around the shop carrying some power tool, lifting his shirt up to wipe his sweat away. You watched that glorious body in silence, not moving a muscle to go inside as he used the tool to saw a piece off of a car. Fuck him and his stupid sculpted body.
Before you could move, he looked up and saw you standing there. He startled a little but set the tool down and walked over to you, opening the door. âJesus, you trying to scare the shit out of me?â
âSorry,â you managed. âI was justâŚI left my purse.â
âOh. Where?â
You pointed inside the shop to the chair that held the tiny bundle of leather you could have burned up with the spite you felt toward it.
He held the door open wider for you and motioned for you to come in.
âSorry about that,â you said honestly. âDidnât mean to take up so much of your day.â
He huffed a laugh. âYou sure about that?â
You stopped and turned toward him. âWhat do you mean?â
He crossed the room and took your purse, handing it to you in an annoyingly courteous way that made you think get out now before you do something stupid.
âJust that Iâm starting to think you like my company,â he said, meeting your eye with a smile so charming that it made your flirting look pitiful in comparison.
You were lost on a comeback and settled for a simple, âIâm just forgetful is all.â Even though that couldnât be farther from the truthâhe had distracted you into forgetting your purse earlier.
âUh huh,â he quipped. âAnd you just happened to be looking my way when I spotted you watching me work through that window, right?â
You felt your face heat. âSomething like that.â
He really smiled now. ââCourse.â
He let the silence stretch enough for you to feel a panic you normally never did when it came to men.
âWell, thank you,â you said, turning for the door. âI owe you.â
âNah, you donât owe me anything. Weâre even,â he said as he stepped forward and opened the door for you.
You passed him and walked into the night air, about to do the very thing you knew you shouldnât. But you did, because he was a good person under all that toughness.
âNot even a dance?â you quipped, turning on him with a raised eyebrow.
His face hardened, his jaw clenching just a heartbeat long enough for you to know the comment had its desired effect. But then he leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms in amusement.
âYou want to know why I turned you down before? Why I will every time you ask?â
Your heart started racing in a way no man had made it race in years. âWhy?â
âBecause I donât pay for it. If I get what I want from you, it ainât going to be for any money.â
You just stared at him. He stood straight and let the door fall in, retreating back into his shop. âNight,â he said without looking back. And you were left watching him go, for once the one allowing a manâs words to linger.
A Standing Offer Pt. 1 (RDR2 Fanfic, Arthur Morgan x F!Reader, 18+)
Summary: Your work as an exotic dancer introduces you to John, Javier, and Arthur. You are aggravated to realize that youâre attracted to Arthur, knowing your work prevents you from acting on your feelings outside of the clubâs walls.
Authorâs Notes: This is a modern au. There are vague descriptions of reader working as an exotic dancer as well as a minor car accident in this chapter. No injuries or anything of the sort. This is part one of three. Enjoy :)
Tags: Arthur Morgan x reader, high honor Arthur Morgan, modern Arthur Morgan, eventual smut, car accident
AO3 Link
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A Standing Offer
Word count: 5199
Part One
It had only been a week, and already you were cursing at the traffic.
After moving for the third time, you were determined to like it here. It was a small city, easy to remain anonymous in and blend into the crowds. In your line of work, that wasnât just a perk, it was a necessity. But even though you liked your new job and the people that came with it, the traffic to get to it was already a headache. A motherfucking headache.
Some asshole had just cut you off in a construction zone, and the string of expletives that spewed out of your mouth as you laid on the horn were inevitable. You couldnât afford to have a bashed in car. Or worse, a bashed in head or body when your job relied on said body.
You soon reached your exit and put your blinker on with unnecessary force, still fuming when you got off the busy highway. You would have to ask one of the girls about a better route. Tonight.
The club was lit up with its usual deep red neon when you pulled into the lot, the music booming out of its doors every time they swung open. Which was often, considering it was prime time on a Saturday night. Thatâs what the girls here called it. âPrime time!â Ally had shrieked over the loud music on your first night when she saw you going wide-eyed at how many patrons poured in. It wasnât like you were surprised by the steady number. This was the biggest city youâd ever worked in, though still on the small side. No, it was just that it had been a Monday night. Mondays were notoriously slow everywhere else. But, you guessed, not here. And that meant more money in your pocket anyway, so who the hell were you to complain?
You shut off your car and went inside, passing Harry on your way in with a smile and a wave. Harry was huge. Harry was every bit six and a half feet and just as wideâthe perfect man to work the door. And you liked him too, which was saying something. Not everyone in these clubs was on your side. Harry, though, had been friendly from the start, and not overly friendly eitherâanother good distinction. He gave you a nod and went back to keeping an eye on the patrons when he was quickly drowned out by the lighting and loud music pouring through the open doors.
The Rouge, this place was called. And it every bit fit the bill. The red neon outside was matched with the same deep red on the inside, the dim lighting making everything glow the same color as the name implied. And all the girls wore some variation of red from bright to blood. That is, excepting the frontrunner for the night who usually wore some kind of silver or gold. So far, this had been a girl named Madison youâd learned, because Madison could dance unlike anyone youâd ever seen. It was her that had been on stage when you came in for the job opening, and it was her who convinced you this was a place worthy of your time. Better than worthy. Maybe she could teach you a few things in the coming months. It would certainly make all the damn traffic worth it.
âRuby!â you heard over the pounding music and turned to the sound of your stage name. You all had some play on a red name, from Scarlett to sweet, shy Rose. But it was easy to tell once you got to know the not-so-innocent Rose, the names were all for show.
You smiled and waded through the growing crowd to meet AllyâCarmine.
âYouâre early!â she shouted, already taking your hand and leading you to the back rooms to get ready.
âYeah, no thanks to the traffic,â you grumbled, and she tilted her head back and let out a laugh that you knew would draw attention from the surrounding patrons. She too was very good at her job.
âPeople are shit drivers here. You get used to it,â she assured you.
You were about to ask about another way to the club that didnât involve the highway when a loud noise and a rasping laugh drew your eyes. It came from a booth with three men, one drunk out of his mind enough to have accidentally tipped over the table before slamming it back down on its feet. Heâd spilled one of the otherâs beer straight in his friendâs lap.
âGet a hold of yourself, Marston,â the third man snapped at him, looking less than happy to be here in the first place while the one with the beer on him was busy cursing just like you had earlier. The drunk one just laughed.
Men. The sight almost made you smile.
Ally pulled you into the dressing rooms past another bouncer, this one Misha. Misha wasnât as friendly as Harryânever said a word, in factâbut you werenât completely convinced he knew a lot of English. It didnât matter much to you so long as he manned that door, which he always did. His icy stare was enough to ward off any idiot who got close enough anyway.
Passing him by, the lighting and music immediately changed. The dressing rooms were bright with good lighting for makeup, and Madison played a song over her electric purple speaker that she seemed to have had on repeat since you started working here. She sang along in her chair as she touched up her makeup. Ally led you to her own chair right beside her, as she was already ready, and sat you down in it.
âWhat were we thinking tonight?â she asked, examining you in the mirror.
âSame as Thursday?â you suggested, loving the smoky look youâd had then.
Janiyah sauntered up behind you with a smirk. âI think itâs time for the Ruby Red look.â
Youâd heard of thisâapparently each girl, or stage presence, had a signature look. The last Ruby theyâd had to let go had one that was a showstopper. Or so youâd heard.
âSo soon?â you said on a laugh. But Ally was already squealing with excitement and getting her brushes ready.
Janiyah gave you a wink. âThank me later.â She turned to head out the side door, her signature introductory music beginning to play outside over the club speakers.
âOh, youâll love it,â Ally said, turning to you ready to begin. This was a huge perk of this place, and you hadnât even known about it when taking the job. You had done your own makeup in the past, but Ally had taken you under her wing and done it for you every night since youâd started. To get a feel for the look, sheâd said, but you knew she enjoyed doing it as much as you did getting pampered. It probably wouldnât last forever, but you delighted in it while you could.
Within an hour, it was Allyâs turn to go dance, and she left you looking perfect and without another thing to do other than get dressedâthe upside to arriving early. Perfect was somehow an understatement. The Ruby Red look was devastating. Simple yet lethal with a red lip so distracting it left even you smiling.
You admired yourself long enough for Madison to nag you about it before finally going over to get dressed. You had a range of red to choose from and went for an outfit you hadnât worn yetâone you had a feeling would be complimentary to the look of your makeup and hair. Very. And once you slipped it on, you knew you were rightâyou looked hot as fuck.
Madison whistled at you, making you laugh.
âYou think?â
âDefinitely,â she said, going back to her eyeliner. âMark my words, youâre making twice what you normally do tonight.â
That would be insane, but a girl could dream.
With nothing left to do but wait for your turn on stage, you took to your phone and scrolled mindlessly, bobbing your head to Madisonâs music. And before long, you were up. You stood with the usual jitters that came with a new job and wanting to do well, shaking them off.
âGo kill it, Ruby,â Madison teased.
âAlways,â you shot back before bouncing out of the room on the balls of your feet, taking the door that would lead you to the back of the main stage.
Upon arriving, you did a few stretches before your song began to play and Keithâthe club owner and announcerâintroduced you over the speakers. Time to shine.
Dancing had always been as natural to you as breathing. You had a tendency to get lost in the music and the movement, lost in the way the body naturally meshed the two together. Tonight was no different. Especially with the way you looked, the way you were dressed, the low, daunting songâeach movement was slow and deliberate. And you were soon drawing patrons over left and right, a few drunk and whistling at you, a few staring hard-eyed from their booths. It wasnât difficult to tell this was already your best night yet.
Three songs in, and you felt the familiar soreness from working your body along the pole. You welcomed it as you always did, proud of it. It meant you were doing something right at least. As did the few men standing close stage-side, all vying for your attention. One happened to be the drunk guy from earlier, the one who had spilled beer on his friend. He was waving bills at you with a thoughtless smile plastered on his face. You recognized that buzzed happiness and chose to go over to him, as the other two were eyeing you much too seriously for your liking.
âHi,â you drawled, still dancing slowly as you neared him.
âHey there,â he answered, his grin growing.
âWhatâs your name?â
You spun around inch by inch as he answered, knowing the cardinal rule when dancing like thisâkeep the show going lest the other patrons lose interest.
âJohn.â
How fitting for the simple-minded man. But he did have some very interesting scars across his face that made him handsome in a rugged sort of way.
âMind if I dance for you, John?â
âNot at all, Ruby,â he said, his voice so grating you couldnât tell if he naturally talked like that or if he was trying to be heard over the music.
You kept on, showering him with attention, flashing your eyes at him as you dropped low. That fat grin on his face remained as he tossed money onto the stage.
âMarston,â you heard, a cutting voice from behind him drawing your attention. His friend from before, the one without beer on his lap, walked up and yanked his arm around. âWhat the hell did I tell you?â
You were good at your jobâJohn never took his eyes off you. But, you realized, your own gaze was stalling on the newcomer. He brought ruggedly handsome to a whole new meaning in the low red light.
âJavier went to clean himself up. I figured a dance from Ruby here wouldnât hurt,â John said, pointing to you, still with that smile.
ââCourse you did,â his friend said, turning to you. âMiss, excuse us.â He pulled on Johnâs arm to take him back to the table he had escaped from, only John didnât want to go.
âGet off me,â he snapped, shrugging off his friendâs grasp. Here we go, you thought, sticking money in the band of your skimpy clothing before rising back to your full height, dancing back to center stage. You didnât want any part of a fight.
Soon, the newcomer got John under control enough to drag him back to their booth against the wall. You could see Misha eyeing them but staying put. They werenât causing too much trouble. Yet.
After a few more songs, you took your leave and stepped into the crowd, showing attention to the two men who had eyed you stage-side earlier. You didnât stay long with either, needing to work the crowd to keep up the steady flow of money you were receiving. It was remarkableâwhat Madison had said was true. You were making hand over fist compared to the first few nights. You couldnât tell if it was the larger crowd or your scandalous look, but either way, you were instilled with more confidence with every step deeper into the crowd. And finally, you happened upon the right side of the room and on a certain table that made a genuine smile turn your lips.
âShut up, sheâs- Ruby!â said John with that goofy grin back in place.
âHello, boys.â All three of them sat back and admired you. The one theyâd called Javier seemed to have forgotten all about the beer on his clothes, too busy eyeing you. But you couldnât stop your gaze from lingering longer than necessary on the one you didnât know the name of. God, he was handsome. Especially with his attention on you instead of his friends.
âRuby,â John repeated, drunk out of his mind. âHow about a little dance?â
That drew his friendâs attention. He scoffed. âIf Abigail could see you now-â
âAbigail ainât here,â John spat. He brought his attention back to you. âSorry about him. Where were we?â
âTrouble in paradise?â you teased, tilting your head to the side in a way you knew notoriously drew gazes.
âJust a bastard that donât know not to stick his nose where it donât belong,â John answered, shooting the other man a glare.
âSheâll kill you. You know she will,â the man answered. âBlame me all you want to, but I ainât the problem and you know it.â
Lovely. The last thing you needed was to get between a man and his woman. With this, you began your retreat.
âWell, as riveting as that sounds, I have rounds to make.â
âGoing so soon?â Javier asked, stopping you from turning away completely.
âLeave the woman be,â the stranger said. âSurprised the sight of you two ainât run her off already.â
That made you stand your ground. You crossed your arms and faced him down. âAnd what makes you the expert?â
You threw him a cutting smile as his friends whooped and laughed at him. He shook his head with lowered eyes, but his smile gave him away as embarrassed all the same.
âWhat, no quip for me?â you pushed.
âNo, no quip for you,â he said, sitting back and slinging an ankle over a knee.
âHm. Shame.â And, even though it would make you an idiot and you wouldnât have said it without that attractive smirk of his, âHow about a dance then?â
His smile turned shy. âAh, no,â he said, motioning to the other two. âThis is their gig. Best you choose one of them.â
The others both perked up at that, but your gaze went cutting back to the stranger. âWhat brings you here, then?â
The man scoffed. âBabysitting.â
That brought a curse from Javier and a drunken, âHey!â from John.
But you were smiling all the same, knowing you could at least get your moneyâs worth now. Maybe money and then some if you got your hooks in the stranger well enough.
âThatâs too bad,â you said, throwing him a smirk as you stepped forward and grabbed Javierâs shirt, pulling him to his feet to follow you. âNo one likes a babysitter.â And, as you walked away dragging the dopey-eyed Javier behind you, you leveled the stranger with a look you knew would hold his attention. And it did. He watched you until you finally managed to tear your eyes from him. Goddamn handsome patrons. Always the most dangerous ones.
You took Javier back for a private dance, going through the ropes instead of showing him any genuine attention. Your mind was on the floor, on the nameless man.
âYou boys come here often?â you asked him while you danced, making sure to stay just out of his grasp.
âMe and John, yeah. Arthurâs usually too much of a pussy to come around.â
You let out a laugh, noting his name. âHis loss,â you teased.
âIt sure is,â Javier answered, reaching for your hips again. You turned instead, putting your back to him as you danced, keeping away from his hands. Men were always so grabby in these rooms, much more confident than the floor patrons. That is, if they werenât out of their minds drunk. You were willing to bet if youâd given John a dance, he wouldnât have given a fuck about touching you in front of other people. But that didnât matter now. This was all a spur-of-the-moment ruse, and one you werenât particularly proud of.
âYouâre new,â Javier said, pulling you from your thoughts.
You turned and flashed him a smile, teasing with how low you dropped just above his lap. âHow sweet of you to notice.â
âLike I said, weâre here enough.â
That wasnât exactly something to be proud of, you thought, but you didnât say a word.
Javier leaned back against the plush seat cushions, admiring you. âAnd youâre definitely the hotter Ruby.â
You let a genuine blush cross your face. Nothing like the feeling of your inflated ego, brought out by these good-for-nothing men. You didnât care who the compliment came from. It felt good all the same to hear it.
âYouâre too kind, Javier.â You let his name drop from your lips like slow-poured honey. He noticed, his eyes flashing to your mouth. And your smile widenedâyou were good at this.
You teased and teased the man until you finally got your money out of him, mentioning you needed to get back to the floor.
âYou break my heart, hermosa.â
He tugged on your hand limply as you rose to leave. You flashed him another smile. âSuch pretty words. I enjoyed this, Javier.â
You leaned back to go, and he leaned with you, reluctantly letting your hand slip through his fingers. You gave him a laugh, one light and drawn-out enough that you knew it would linger as you slipped back into the real world. And without turning back, you were sure it did.
Shamelessly, your eyes immediately went to the table youâd taken Javier from. To Arthur. He was still sitting there with John, but he wasnât paying him a lick of attention. Instead, his eyes were on you. You flashed him a quick but genuine smileâyour ploy had worked. He just took a sip of his beer, eyes never leaving you. And with that, you went back to the crowd, letting the thought of you linger with the handsome stranger.
The later it became, the drunker the patrons grew until you began to feel guilty about the money you were taking from them. But if they were stupid enough to part with it, so be it. You had to make a living too.
The night had another perk to it in that you got to work the floor while Madison danced on stage. Most of the men were so transfixed by her that they remained polite to you if not uninterested, sometimes not even paying attention to how much money they doled out to you. All said, Madison had been dead right. You had made twice more than usual by the time you sauntered past Misha and back into the dressing room.
It was better than you could have hoped for, and you were beginning to think youâd stumbled upon a dream job as you dressed in your street clothes and prepared to leave. The only downside to the night had been the patron youâd had your eye onâs lack of pursuit. Arthur had watched you plenty but never rose to the challenge youâd laid out for him. But so be itâyou would likely never see him again anyway.
Taking the back exit as all the girls did so as not to be followed to their cars, you passed the third bouncerâTomâand waved goodbye. Tom was the most chipper of the three and waved back, wishing you a good night. All things considered, it was shaping up to be the best youâd had in a long time.
When you got back on the highway, there was soon a cacophony of blaring horns and swerving drivers, you being one of them. And when you entered the construction zone and things narrowed down to one less lane, it only got worse. So much worse, in fact, that you were busy cursing a man who had missed merging into you by inches and didnât turn in time to see that the truck in front of you had stopped dead. You slammed on your brakes, your tires squealing against the pavement, making you barely stop in time, only inches away from the truck. Your heart hammered once, twice, and then your car went crashing forward anyway, hit by the vehicle behind you. You went plunging into the truck at your front in the process, not hitting hard enough to do much damage, but hard enough for you to let out one long string of curses at the car behind you before you could even get your bearings.
The truck in front of you pulled off to the tiny shoulder in what little space the caution cones allowed. You followed suit, as did the person behind you. Good. Because as soon as you were safe and could throw it in park, you were flinging your door open and storming straight for the idiot.
âAre you insane?â you yelled over the din of the traffic. âYou could have crushed me like a fucking bug! And look at my car!â You turned and took in the damageânothing that would total it, but nothing you could afford to fix right now either.
The owner of the car hesitantly got out, cowering at the sight of you bearing down on her. For Godâs sake, it was a teenage girl who didnât even look old enough to drive. You ran a hand down your face with a groan of annoyance. âAt least tell me you have a license.â
She nodded with wide eyes.
âGood. Iâll call the police. You just- just stay there.â Then you whipped around and made for your bashed-in car to find your phone. Only, the driver of the truck was blocking your way, leaned against your car with arms crossed. You nearly stumbled when you caught his faceâit was Arthur, the patron you had left behind not even thirty minutes ago.
âFine bit of driving that was,â he quipped at you.
âShe pushed me into you,â you snapped back, your anger taking over, flinging your hand in the young girlâs direction. âItâs not my fault no one in this fucking city knows how to drive.â
He chuckled, the sound low and annoyingly attractive. âYouâre right about that at least. That people canât drive, not that it werenât your fault.â
You scoffed at the insult and continued toward your car, shoving him off of it. âMove. I need to get my phone.â
âCops are already on the way,â he said.
âGreat. You get a gold star,â you said, retrieving your phone anyway, fuming at the way your cutting words only seemed to amuse him. And at the way you still seemed to want him despite the fact that you were now outside of the club, and that was a very foolish thing to want.
You slammed your door shut and made to circle your car and assess the damage when he stopped you. âDonât bother. You need a tow.â
âAnd what makes you the expert?â you shot at him.
He smiled, the handsome casualness of it making you want to kiss his lips and simultaneously slap yourself for it.
âThatâs the second time youâve asked me that.â
The reminder of your conversation in the club made your reply die on your tongue. This was a patron. A man whoâd had his eyes on you all night. It was a dangerous line you were walking, letting him talk to you like that.
Avoiding that subject, you pointed to your bashed-in back bumper. âIt still looks drivable to me. My airbags didnât even go off.â
âThe back ainât the problem,â he replied. He started for the front of your car, and you begrudgingly followed. You glanced back at the girl behind you who had her nose so deep in her phone you knew it was because you had scared the shit out of her, yelling at her like you had. You rolled your eyes and followed Arthur, noting that on top of everything else, he had a perfect ass. Goddamn him.
âYou canât drive it like this,â he said, pointing to your front bumper.
You rounded the front and immediately let your words fly. âMother fuck. Your truck did this?â The front bumper was dented in right in the middle, not terribly but enough that it curved underneath the car now, dragging the ground.
âMy hitch,â Arthur said, pointing to his truck. His perfectly preserved truck, not a scratch on it. The ball on his hitch had punched straight into your bumper, keeping his truck from being hit.
âOh, thatâs just perfect, isnât it? Just great. You get to drive away without a scratch, meanwhile me and this idiot have to pay God knows what to get our cars fixed.â
He was about to reply, but you suddenly couldnât stand whatever it was he was about to say, realizing how bad of a spot this accident put you in. âYou know what? No. Iâm not paying for a tow truck too. Iâm driving this thing home.â
âNo you ainât,â he said with force. âYou go forward and that whole bumper rips off and goes under your car. Then youâll be paying triple what you already are.â
âAgain, why would I take your advice?â you snapped, annoyed that he may be right.
âIâm a mechanic,â he said. âI work on shit like this all the time.â
You felt like using every curse word you knew then, just to get your anger out over this situation. If what he was saying was right, as you were sure it was, you would be out of a car and out of a good chunk of money for the whole month.
âI canât afford all this!â you yelled, throwing your hands up in exasperation.
âRelax,â he said. âI know a guy who can tow it cheap. Iâll have him bring it to my shop. I can fix it for a hell of a lot less than what those big places charge you.â
You faced this near-stranger to gauge what the hell was going through his head. Was this all because of the club? Because he had seen you dance and figured a little off your car would get him something in return?
âWhatâs in it for you?â you asked, the question as pointed as you could make it.
He just shrugged, not shaken by your question in the slightest. âI been there. It ainât fun, making your money stretch to last the week.â
Well that wasâŚbetter than what you expected. But still, you were too suspicious over the circumstances of your meeting this man to let it slide entirely. And, admittedly, you were biased over being attracted to him. âAnd what about her?â you asked, nodding back toward the girl.
âSame deal for her.â
That was better. If you went to this manâs shop with the other girl, at least the chances of you being killed by a psychopath went down. Plus, you remembered, Arthur had turned down a dance from you at the club. That was worth something at least. And he was being awfully casual with his help now. But that could have been a ruse. Either way, you decided to keep your guard up when you agreed to what he had proposed. You couldnât afford to do any less in your line of work.
Arthur went and told the girl the same, and before long the cops appeared. Stories and information were swapped, tow trucks were called, and you were soon watching your car being hefted onto the back of one, unbelieving this had happened in your very first week here. Fucking figures.
The whole thing had one tiny upside, and that was that Arthur mentioned Javier and John were both passed out drunk in his truck, barely even waking during the wreck. You sauntered over while the tow trucks were finishing their work and peeked in his windows. Sure enough, John was so far gone that he remained passed out, mouth wide open. Javier, though, was stirring through all of the commotion of cop car lights and tow truck noise. He blinked open his eyes to find you there looking in on him and gave a bleary, âRuby?â
âBoo,â you said through the window before disappearing with a laugh. He would likely remember it all as a dream.
You rejoined Arthur and the other girlâEmmy, youâd learned. The driver of the first tow truck walked over, and Arthur introduced him. âThis is Kieran. Heâll drive you to the shop.â
You eyed both men and, on a whim, turned to Emmy. âCare to ride with me, Emmy?â
The girl was still looking at you like you may pounce on her, making Arthur chuckle.
âShut up,â you snapped at him before looping your arm through hers, leaving her no choice. âYouâre coming with me. Kieran, was it?â The man nodded, giving you nearly the same wide-eyed look as the girl. âHope you donât mind an extra passenger.â
âUh, no, I- no! Not at all,â he said, stuttering after you. Arthur was laughing again, making you roll your eyes as you led the two others to the cab of the truck.
As it stood, Kieran was likely the least intimidating man youâd ever met, so this ride would be an easy one. As for dealing with your new pal the obnoxiously handsome mechanic, that was another matter. You still werenât entirely convinced this was a good idea, but you needed to save money where you could. Especially only one week into a job you would now have to find another way to get to.
You sighed and wrote it off as bad luck, pulling Emmy into the truck with you. Kieran got in the driverâs side and didnât say a word, and Emmy finally gained the courage to look you in the eye and say, âYouâre being weirdly friendly for someone I just hit with my car.â
That made you laugh, thinking that the same thing applied to who you had rear-ended. You just patted her arm and watched Kieran carefully pull out onto the busy road.
âUs girls have to stick together, Emmy.â
She didnât answer, joining you in watching the street lights begin to pass by one after the other, leading you farther into this shit show of a night.
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