#arthur x reader

[aurorasnsadproseee]

Arthur Morgan x female reader

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He's here..again.

Every now and then the thought of gracing us with his presence crosses his mind, like the afterthought of an annoying relative you sometimes remember to visit...

Couldn't help but overhear the girls around the parlour, always eyeing him like their next prey everytime his stupid broad shoulders burst through the double doors, and always donning the same disappointment when nothing comes to fruition following their not so subtle advances.

"He's a jack of all trades."

I wonder what that entails when it comes to him, because from where I'm standin' one thing is clear - He surely ain't like the others.

Don't get me wrong, I'd be lying if I said I ain't intrigued by his mere presence, but there's something I can't quite put my finger on when it comes to him. He's just as confusing as snow in the middle of july, yet the sight of him just as refreshing.

Whispers of things he's done and company he keeps pale in comparison to the way he talks and carries himself, the cadence he sports so effortlesly drawing you in like a siren luring a sailor out to sea.

I was working the bar when he came in today. Even just the thought of uttering one word to him had my stomach in knots and my knees wobbling as soon as I heard the floorboards rattle under his boots. Is it crazy that I always know it's him as soon as he comes through the doors?

He set his hat down and ordered a whiskey.

When I handed it to him, his fingertips brushed mine and for a mere second, I felt like as though my heart exploded at that very moment.

He downed the glass all while his stare burnt holes through me.

And there I was, never having had a drink before in my life (which is ironic, considering the establishment I've chosen to work in) wishing I was an alcoholic, so desperate for just a taste that I'd go as far as smashing my mouth against his just to chase the aftertaste of his drink, if that meant I could experience the softness of his lips on mine.

Oh god, I think I've finally lost it.

I looked away and tried to find other things to do as my face felt like it caught on fire. He must've noticed me staring as he had a slight smirk plastered on his face.

Smug bastard.

He's definetly aware of the effect he has on women, yet he's never cocky about it and always respectful. All the other buffoons I encounter daily would be drowning themselves in ladies' delicates by now if they ever got the same attention he does. Their not so subtle jealousy is reflected in the resentment and daggers their eyes shoot his way anytime the girls approach him.

He ordered some food and retreated to the back booth.

I've noticed he always carries some sort of journal with him, scribbling away as if his life depends on it. What I wouldn't do to get just a glimpse of what his heart lays on paper everytime he opens it. I wonder if it's just his silly little thoughts or something more profound like things he went through and demons he battles on the daily...

He left while I was down in the cellar, and coming back to an empty table made my heart sting for some reason, because just feeling his presence was enough for me. Enough to ground me and make my head spin at the same time.

When I lifted the plate, a folded piece of paper fell to the ground.

Suddenly the inside of my chest felt like a herd of a dozen wild mustangs running around after lightning struck the fields they laid upon.

It was me. He drew me sitting behind the bar. Hell, he even got the messiness of my curls after a long day of work right.

He wrote something underneath - "I find staring at the sun intolerable, yet looking in your eyes even harder." followed by my initials. How does he even know my name? I mean, of course he knows my name from the thousands of times it's been shouted across the room by all the drunks asking for more drinks, but my last name? Had he asked around about me?

I was so taken aback that I hadn't realised for how long I stood there, not 'til a hand tapping my shoulder startled me so bad I almost dropped the plate on the ground. It was the boss handing me a stack of towels to bring up to the washroom for the next day. I carefully put the drawing in my apron pocket and headed upstairs.

I cursed whichever of the girls forgot to put up the busy sign on the door. I must've looked like a complete fool, walking in on the same man that's been plaguing my every thought for days on end.

Now only in a towel adorning his hips, the only light present being the candle flames swaying with a calm rhytm. Occasional beads of water dripping from his hair to his neck, then down his torso. The smoke cloud from his cigar billowed out his mouth like a freight train passing through a small town. The scent of soap filled the room, yet the smell of gun oil lingered in the air still.

Flustered and embarassed, I apologised and sat the towels down on the chair. As I turned to leave, I couldn't bring myself to reach for the doorknob. It was as if my feet had become one with the floor, making me want to get swallowed by the earth just to avoid the unbelievable embarassement of invading his privacy.

As I stood face to face with the grainy pattern of the door, his heavy footsteps towards me made the ever-present butterflies in my stomach go crazy. He stopped and I could feel the heat radiating off his body on me. He put his right hand on the door, caging me in.

With newfound courage, I turned around to face him.

I swear that for a moment, I could see the whole world reflected in his eyes. The agitated blue sea, waves crashing onto the shore, engulfed by the green rainforests you could get lost in for hours on end with no one to save you.

To any sane person the idea should seem terrifying, yet it awoke a sense of excitement inside me that could only be compared to someone finally stumbling across the lost city of El Dorado after years of search.

"You forgot your drawing." was all I could muster up the courage to say. I was gripping the ends of my sleeves so hard that I could genuinely feel my knuckles growing devoid of colour.

With one hand still on the door behind me, his other found my cheek. His palm, so calloused from what I can only imagine as years of handling pistols and getting into brawls softly traced my features and for a moment, I swear I could feel him tracing hearts on my face. He tucked a strand of loose hair behind my ear and bent down, only to whisper -"I know."

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welp, first fic kinda nervous. just been replaying rdr2 and this came to mind so i'm sorry if it sucks 😔 some of this was inspired by "i can fix him" by taylor swift just cus it's one of my favourite songs of hers and i wanted to get the idea outta my system. first time diving into the world of fics since i love reading them, and this man has been on my mind 24/7

he's just so ughhhhh he makes me feel like this

[littlerequiem]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖 (No pressure!)

Hi Bee <3 Thank you so much for passing by with such a lovely ask. It's been a while since I reflected on this question, so let's go!

we all bleed red AOT / Vamp!Levi x F!Reader / Fantasy & Historical AU / 25/35, 150k 1880, Paris. What was meant to be an evening of lifeless smiles and dancing turns into a night of horror, filled with bloodshed and vampires. You meet Him, the man with dark eyes and darker secrets, and your life is toppled forever.

we mourned the sea AOT / Levi x F!Reader / Postwar AU / 9/18, 50k Levi hasn't seen you in a year, and he wonders how you will find him. Changed, perhaps. Lost, definitely. Or: After the Rumbling, you and Levi learn to live in this new world.

midnight ventures AOT / Levi x F!Reader / Canon, PWP / 1/1, 10k You shouldn’t have looked and he shouldn’t have been there. But Fate can have a funny sense of humor. The punchline that night? Stumbling onto your naked Captain in a hot spring… and doing something about it.

you who willed the sun AOT / Levi x F!Reader x Erwin / Royalty AU, inspired by HOTD, PWP / 2/2, 12k Having had enough of your father pushing suitor after suitor on you, you make a vow: before the night is over, you will experience pleasure on your own terms.But as the saying goes, forbidden fruit is the sweetest—and no fruit is more tempting than the one your two knights have to offer.

where the wild things grow RDR / Arthur x F!Reader / PWP / 1/1, 5k After a job well done, you and Arthur take the long way home. Or: In a field of flowers, even outlaws can belong.

Explanation:

we all bleed red is the first time I attempted a project of this magnitude, and it is also one of the first fics I wrote after coming back from not writing for many years. It encapsulates everything I love when reading: fantasy, the gothic & macabre, and historical fiction. I know AUs aren't everyone's cup of tea, but they are mine, and this is truly my baby in every sense of the word :')

we mourned the sea is another longfic project that is very dear to my heart. Writing about Levi post-war was always something I wanted to do, and I hope I can continue to do him justice.

midnight ventures was a one-shot I wrote for @sixpennydame that took me a year to edit but I’m so glad I pushed through! I never thought it would be enjoyed as it was, but I am eternally grateful that it has <3

you who willed the sun started because I couldn't get over my hyperfixation of HOTD and well... knight x princess is my kryptonite. It is to this day the only threesome I wrote, but I hope I can push myself to do it again one day (mayhaps for hotd / the asoiaf universe this time...).

where the wild things grow was my first (and only published as of this day) RDR piece! I don't talk about Arthur Morgan nearly enough on this blog but he is one of my ultimate comfort characters.

[littlerequiem]

TAG LIST / WHO I WRITE FOR

Since I have a few things cooking presently, I thought it would make sense to do a bit of housekeeping and update my tag list accordingly.

For anyone who's interested, you can be notified when I post new x Reader stories, either by 1.) sending me an ask/message, 2.) responding to this post letting me know which characters you want to be tagged for, and for what (any ongoing series? one-shots - just nsfw, just sfw or all?) or 3.) simply filling out this form.

Currently, I write for:

Attack on Titan - Levi Ackerman, Erwin Smith

Blue Eye Samurai - Mizu

Red Dead Redemption - Arthur Morgan

A Song of Ice and Fire - Maekar Targaryen, Baelor Targaryen

[dmitriene]

while i'm at it, would be thankful for some help about what arthur fic you want to see more.

pick me up

domestic morning sex with needy darling reader + age silvered arthur

sleepy arthur on your horse holding on to you + he's exhausted due to disease

author button but use it if you cannot pick

Voting ended onJul 17

[papzig]

heyy, love your work!!

i was wondering if you could write for arthur morgan and a child!reader but it’s like ellie and joel (maybe they’re reading a joke book together for smth)

Arthur x Child!reader whose relationship is like Ellie and Joel

• When you first join the gang, Arthur doesn’t volunteer to look after you. In fact, he actively tries to avoid the responsibility because he already thinks there’s enough blood on his hands.

• Unfortunately for him, everyone else keeps saying, “Arthur, take the kid with you,” until he eventually gives up arguing.

• The two of you bicker constantly during the first few weeks.

• You ask too many questions, wander off to investigate things, or complain every time he tells you to stay behind.

• Arthur responds with the same tired, “Because I said so,” every single time, which only annoys you more.

• Arthur develops the habit of counting heads whenever the gang moves camp.

• He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until one day he gets to your spot, doesn’t see you immediately, and feels his stomach drop before you pop out from behind a wagon carrying firewood.

• You’re one of the few people who can get away with teasing him.

• If you imitate his gruff voice or jokingly call him “Old Man Morgan,” he’ll roll his eyes and mutter, “You’re gonna be the death of me,” even though he’s trying very hard not to laugh.

• Every time the gang plans a dangerous robbery, Arthur immediately checks whether you’re coming.

• If someone suggests bringing you along, he’s already shaking his head before they finish the sentence. “Kid stays in camp.”

• You hate being treated like you’re fragile and constantly argue that you can help.

• Arthur doesn’t deny that you’re capable, he’s seen what you can do, but in his mind there’s a huge difference between capable and grown.

• Despite all his complaining, Arthur slowly starts teaching you practical skills himself.

• How to track animals, identify edible plants, clean a rifle safely, ride difficult trails, patch torn clothing, and stay calm if things go wrong.

• If you’re lucky enough you could get some 1 on 1 gun lessons with him where he’d teach you how to fire certain weapons and you two would practice on can/bottles all afternoon.

• His reasoning is simple: if you ever end up alone, he wants you to know enough to survive.

• Arthur isn’t overly affectionate, but he’s incredibly observant.

• If you’re quieter than usual, skipping meals, or limping slightly, he’ll notice long before you say anything.

• His version of asking if you’re okay is something like, “You gonna tell me what’s botherin’ you, or keep makin’ me guess?”

• Whenever you’re scared after a bad mission, he never tells you to “toughen up.”

• Instead, he’ll quietly sit nearby while cleaning one of his guns or carving a piece of wood, giving you space until you’re ready to talk, or not talk at all.

• There definitely was a time where you would’ve mentioned wanting a horse and then the next he’d have gone out and got you a Mustang (since wind Mustangs can be found around The Heartlands) or just bought a cheap one at the stables.

• Without realizing it, Arthur starts planning his rides around things you’d enjoy.

• If he spots wild horses, a nice overlook, or a strange abandoned cabin, he’ll make a small detour.

• When you ask why you’re stopping, he’ll shrug and say, “Thought you might wanna see it.”

• Once, when you two were in Saint Denis and Arthur mistakenly let his eyes off you for one second, you had somehow gotten your hands on that cursed joke book.

• That book would definitely earn you a good handful of his small scoffs and sighs.

• You definitely remind him of Isaac and about what he would’ve been like if he grew up.

[kay-sea-under-the-moonlight]

Hey, I’m Kay~

I am a 27 year old tumblr veteran (my first day was April 1, 2013…iykyk) and I’ve been in fandom spaces for as long as I can remember.

I’m starting this new blog bc I want to dip my toes back into writing fic, but my irls follow me on my main and they just don’t need to see what I’m working on😅

I’ve fallen down the RDR rabbit hole and have been working on a (very) long-form fic but it’s taking longer than I expected… So, I’ve found myself indulging in excess fantasies and scenarios to try to break writers block, and may post those here in the meantime.

Feel free to check things out and I’ll do my best to share what I write 😉

[littlerequiem]

FANDOM: Red Dead Redemption CONTENT: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader - drabble (100 words); suggestive, voice kink (bc everyone's down bad for our fav. cowboy's voice)

You're not immune to Arthur's voice.

The baritone of it, coupled with his Southern drawl and unhurried pace—well. It's what makes you see stars at night when he loops the words into your ears: "my girl".

You think nothing of it—think, in fact, that this must just be the natural consequences of your shared nights.

That illusion shatters the day you overhear him talking to his mare.

"Easyyy now, girl."

And in that moment, your belly—heart—

(Shit.)

—stupidly flips.

Arthur glances up when he notices you there, all flustered. "You alright, darlin'?"

"Fine," you manage. "I'm… fine."

Day 17 of Fav Blorbo x Reader Drabble Month. Challenge organized by @thedrabblecollective.

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[thedilfdiaries]

Temperature

summary: you are coming back from a job, but fatigue forces you to take shelter in a small hotel with hot springs. It takes a lot of convincing for Arthur to fold…

word count:

warnings: it's smut. Hot and heavy smut with feelings (again, yeah but who can stop us?). Kissing, cockwarming, unprotected piv, not exactly established relationship. Screenshots by me except for Arthur's pic.

Notes: we're back baby! Thanks to the best writing partner around @thundermartini I love you so much baby and have the time of my life writing with you ❤️💙✨️

Divider by @/enchanthings

“Sweetheart that’s…” He breathes out, “What are you doing?” Arthur wants to sound exasperated… But his voice comes out as desperate, especially now that you are breathing so close to him. He pulls away, moving to the side slightly, naively thinking he can escape from you. But you follow him, backing himself into the edge of the spring again, slowly taking your place in front of him.

“You're trying so hard to be a gentleman but we both know that’s not what you’re thinking about right now. I can feel exactly how much you want to stop fighting this.”

Read on ao3 here!