#arthur x reader

[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

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[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!

[slxyquxxn]

As Long As it’s Just You and I…🦊

Summary:

Arthur Morgan never wanted to fall in love with you, he didn’t want anyone to get close. The man didn’t want to hurt a sweet little thing like you. That thinking didn’t last long though, can you blame him?

Info:

Haven’t written about this old fool in a while, been missing him. This is a little idea I had, music is my main source for ideas. Also reader is of age, like mid twenties. All my stories reader is in mid twenties. They just live with their parents for this time period, makes more sense. Mentions of reader being called a girl, ignore if you want, not accurate.

There was rumors of a gang just outside of the small town of Valentine. A young boy messing around in the woods spotted them, his face in a panic as he rushed to your house. The boy who saw them was your little brother Tommy Lee. You just brushed him off when he told you this, saying that he was just making things up. There wasn’t much for a child to do. Poor thing was starting to think things he was imagining were real. Though you told him not to say a word to anyone else, even if he was just making stories. The chance that was true meant trouble for them. You wanted to know who they really were. To see if they were actually bad or not That night you decided to go see for yourself, to see if it was all true or wrong. Carefully you snuck out your window, tripping as you got out falling straight on your ass. This made you groan softly as you stood up, after giving yourself a minute you looked around. You were trying to remember which way Tommy was running home from. Finally you remembered and started walking that way, using the directions he gave you in a hurry you stumbled upon it. Bushes and trees were protecting you from their vision, crouching down to make sure they didn’t see you.

From your view you could see some lanterns and some shapes that looked like tents. Carefully you reached out to move some of the leaves that was blocking your view. That’s when you could finally see the camp. There were some tents, you could see some wagons too. There was a bonfire on the center of the camp, you could see the shapes of people. You were too far to get a real look at them, a part of you wanted to get closer, maybe even say hi. Another part of you was scared, that said this was a safe distance, good enough for now. The fear took over more so you stayed right where you were, just watching. There were some around a table. From the way they were moving and sitting it seemed liked they were playing a card game. Then you saw some people were around the fire talking, maybe even laughing? The notorious gang was playing cards and laughing around a camp fire. It made you confused, made your eyebrows furrow. The rumors going around about this gang made it seem like they were scary crazy killers. You could see women around, you could even hear the sound of a child in the mix of muffled voices. For a while you stayed still just watching. There was a certain figure that caught your eye though.

The way he stood among the others, taller, broader, he had some authority about him. People moved out of the way when he walked, bowed their heads and hats in hello as he passed. It made you tilt your head, made your body lean more forward, the same pull he had on them, he seemed to have it on you too. Though the watching was nice, it didn’t last. You leaned over too far and fell face first, luckily still covered. Even if you were covered the bushes moved, making enough noise to alert. It made everything going on through the camp still. People stood up, looked in your direction. You were doomed, they were walking towards you. Scrambling up you ran back to where you came from. While running home you never looked back, you don’t know if they saw you, heard you, followed you. It didn’t matter, you had to get away anyway. Finally you made it home, you crawled through the window, jumped right into bed. Yes with shoes on that is how scared you were. That night you vowed that you never go back there, you would never think of them again. You would never think of that man, no matter how much he affected you. It wasn’t right, you would be in big trouble with your parents.

The vow was broken the very next day, you thought of the mystery man the minute you woke up. You wondered what color his eyes were, what his voice was like, what he was like. Was he scary? Kind? Quiet? Loud? These thoughts clouded your mind all day, no matter what you did to try to distract yourself you just couldn’t stop thinking of him. It was to the point your mother was looking weirdly at you when all of you were having supper. It took everything in you to seem normal, that you weren’t thinking what you were thinking. It seemed to work because she stopped looking and continued eating. The pressure that was building in your chest seemed to fade slightly when she backed off. You stayed home that night, deciding not to go back, it would be way too soon. No matter what you would be caught, as you made the camp on edge. Having them think someone is spying, someone followed them. It would make them laugh if they knew the reality. It made you turn red and hide your face under the covers at the thought. Just embarrassing. The next day you were told to watch your brother. He wanted to go to the lake, the one near the camp…So off the two of you went. It didn’t take long for the two of you to get there. Tommy played in the water, made mud pies, did kid stuff. While he played you sat down with your back against a tree facing him, with a book in your hand. The breeze was perfect, the thoughts were tame, everything seemed to be fine.

Though it didn’t last long. While watching Tommy three men on horses were trotting on the other side of the lake on the trail. They were looking at the two of you. Slowly you closed your book, Tommy was oblivious of it all. You stood up, to show you are watching, that you don’t want to talk. Though something in your mind clicked when you looked into a certain pair of blue eyes. Quickly you studied his face, his build, the clothes. It was the mystery man from the camp, the gang. The one you have been thinking about. There were two other men with him, one with black hair and a bow, the other with silver hair and wise eyes. They looked at you as they passed by, studying you. The mystery man looked you up and down like he had seen you from somewhere. You could see something click in his eyes…so he did see you that night. It was because of your curls, the way they bounced when you ran. They have been stuck in his mind, he had been drawing vivid details of your hair and shape in his journal. He wanted to know who you were, why you were watching, and why you ran. He didn’t tell the others that he saw you, that you were just a girl.

His lips curled into a smirk as he looked at you, it got even bigger when he saw that you knew too. The others were ahead of him, he gave you a sly wink, then trotted up to others catching up. Then he was gone, Tommy still playing with mud. Though you couldn’t see it, you could feel the heat rise to your cheeks and you could feel it go down your neck. You gave Tommy a few more minutes, quickly you helped him clean up in the lake. When you got home supper was already ready. While you ate you thought of the man. You finally had a face to put your thoughts too and boy did it not help at all. The striking blue eyes, the stubble that crossed his skin, the forearms he had on him. It had you tossing and turning in your bed all night, had you squeezing your thighs together to get some type of friction. This went on throughout the night to the early morning. You ate your breakfast slowly, your eyes droopy, but your mind was racing. All you could think about was him, you needed to see him again, you had too. It was becoming torture at this point just trying to contain yourself. So that day you decided that you were going to go back and see him again, maybe even say something.

The whole time while you were going through this, Arthur actually was struggling himself. All he could think about was you, all about you. The way you blushed when he looked over, the protective look you got in your eyes, the way the dress clung to your curves. It was hard to concentrate when he had to go out hunting after he just saw you. He was missing his shots, cursing himself every time, when he would put his finger on the trigger your eyes would flash into his mind. It would make him miss fire. Charles and Hosea looked at each other with raised brows, confused as he rarely ever missed his shots. They shrugged it off to him having a bad day. Luckily they got some game and brought it back to the camp. The cook started to get to work, everyone was settling down as the sun was lowering. Arthur was sitting down on his cot, his journal now opened in his lap. A pencil was in his hand and he was sketching. What was he sketching? The answer was you. He had a face to put on the past sketches he drew last night. They weren’t perfect, but he caught the emotion in your eyes, the scrunch of your nose that you did out of habit and didn’t even notice. He shaded in the slight blush you had when you caught on that he recognized you.

He smiled to himself as he drew, seeing his drawing come to life made him yearn even more to see you again. A part of him thought that you would come back that night, it was a crazy thought. He tried to shake it off as just him being a hopeless romantic as people called it. Though he was right, you were going to the camp to see him. Soon the sun disappeared and everyone was sleeping in there tents. Arthur was awake lying down on his cot staring up at the canvas that shielded him, the cart next to him as a makeshift wall. He could see the campsite from where he was laying. No one was awake, he could just slip out right now. Go back to the river bed, and wait for you. So that’s what he did. He put his boots and hat back and started heading back. At the same time you were climbing out your window as quiet as you could be. You rushed through the trails, something in you said to take the way that crosses the river. Though it wasn’t truly a river, it was a very wide creek, though it connected to a bigger river.

When you arrived it was truly dark, you could barely see a thing around you. The only way you knew where you were was because of the full moon you had. While you were looking around at your surroundings, Arthur was there already. He was leaning against the big oak tree, a cigarette hanging from his lips. The red amber glow that came from it was the only reason you saw him. You froze in place, your heart started racing as well. Arthur exhaled some smoke looking at the tree line “I had a feeling you were gonna show up”, then he looked at up you, though you could barely see his features in the dark, it was more of a feeling “you were the one that was watching us the other night…I knew it from the minute I looked at’cha”. Carefully you inched closer to him, when you reached the tree you could smell the tobacco, the leather, and the gun oil. Arther stayed very still, like he was trying not to startle a fox. He waited for you to reach out or for you to speak. It took a minute as now you could see more of his features the moonlight helping you see. You could see the beard that was taking shape across his face, it making him look even more rugged than he needed to be. You couldn’t see the scar that was underneath on his chin though.

Arthur flicked the cigarette down smushing it with his worn out cowboy boot. With attentive eyes you watched his every move, the way his body moved with the motion itself. It made your heart race because as he shifted his shoulder it almost touched your chest. That’s how close you were to him. You took a deep breath making eye contact with him “what’s your name?”. He tilted his head slightly lifting up his hat so you get better view of him “Morgan…Arthur Morgan.” His southern drawl sounded thicker up closer and it made your heart start to beat funny. With a stammer you told him your name which made his lips curl into a small smile. A soft intimate one just for you truly. Arthur looked around looking deep in thought “I ain’t going to tell em darlin…but you need to be more careful when you go snoopin around you hear me?”. All you could do was nod, the look in his eye was stern. Though you could see the crack of softness in his eye when you nodded. He sighed looking down at his hand “I-I don’t do this…I shouldn’t be…but here I am…”. You look down and carefully reached out for his hand, taking it into yours. His fingers immediately laced with yours bringing you closer. The tug made you trip slightly landing into his arms.

The two of you held eye contact for the longest time as his arms wrapped around you, not wanting you to fall. That was the reason at first, but after that…he had no excuse. The man just wanted to hold you close, he wanted to feel your heartbeat, to prove that you were real. He kept his hands on your upper arms not daring to go lower. Out of nerves he licked his lips, which you locked right in on. His breath hitched when he realized where you were looking at. Clearing his throat he squeezed your arms gently “now I know that look…” he started “that is a very bad idea look…” he chuckled shaking his head in disbelief “we shouldn’t…I am not the kinda man you need or want”. The whole time he was talking you were just focusing on his mouth, the way it moved, how they were chapped and scarred up they were as well. Though his lips stopped moving, you looked up and he was looking at you intently “now I am warning you…you need to know what I do…I kill, I run from the law, I don’t stay in one place, I can’t be a husband, I can’t be a man that takes care of you the way he should…”.

From the beginning you knew he was an outlaw. That’s how you found him in the first place. The whole time you thought of the pros and cons. Though cons weighed out more, you didn’t care. You wanted him, you wanted a chance, to see if maybe…just maybe you could be his. Arthur bit his lip then rubbing a hand down his face seeing that your eyes and face haven’t changed, this was going to be harder than he thought. Carefully you reached out with both hands cupping his face “Arthur…just kiss me…”. Without another word he wrapped his hands around your waist pulling him you flush to his chest. His lips collided with yours with such tenderness it made your knees weak. Arthur reading your body already pulled you up gently using just one arm to keep you up and close. The other moved to the back of your head cradling it, tilting your head to the side to get a better angle. From the motion a small sound escaped your lips getting swallowed by Arthur. The one hand on your waist squeezed slightly harsher than it was “god dammit…” he cursed out loud looking back towards where his camp was. Then he looked back to you, his eyes turning soft again. With a sigh he kissed your temple nearest to him “oh sweetheart…it’s too late isn’t it?”

And that it was….

Hey guys, here is this. So sorry for mistakes or errors. If it gets a good review I may make a part two. Been a while. Life is stressful. My anxiety is pretty bad. Enjoy. Here is my MasterList.

[thedilfdiaries]

The Fool’s Gold Initiative (Series)

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader

Status: In Progress

Summary: You’ve made plenty of bad calls, like trying to pet Bill’s horse or surviving on Pearson’s "mystery" stew, but stealing a treasure map from the O’Driscolls might be the one that finally finishes you. Now, you’ve managed to drag a skeptical, grumpy, and distractingly handsome Arthur Morgan into the wilderness for a three-day expedition. Arthur’s convinced it’s a wild goose chase. You’re convinced you’re going to be rich. Neither of you expected the "treasure" to be quite so... complicated. Between wobbly legs, ruined maps, and shared bedrolls

Tw: eventual smut, p in v, forced proximity, shared bed, rom com esque vibes, slowburn, grumpy x sunshine, reader is female

Notes: i wanted to write a rom com vibe fic for a while and I finally started. I hope youll enjoy following along with these twos shenanigans as much as I enjoyed writing them. This is definitely a new writing style for me so let's see how this goes 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ part one is finished and will be up shortly!

biggest thanks to my baby @thundermartini for all you're support and making this moodboard and lovely divider. I love you sm ❤️💙✨️ thank you to the goddess you are @sydnastyyy for reading for me and being the sweetest love youuu my pretty angel 🩷😘 and thank you to @morganscampfire for letting me ramble about this you are the sweetest ever 🥰🤍

Chapter Index:

Part One: The Map, The Man, and The Mud

The one where you steal from Colm, face-plant in front of Arthur, and convince him that gold is better than Tahiti.

Part Two: Coming Soon

The one where the weather turns, the O’Driscolls catch up, and there’s only one dry bedroll between the two of you.

Part Three: X Marks the Spot — Coming Soon

The one where the treasure is found

[littlerequiem]

FANDOM: Red Dead Redemption CONTENT: Arthur Morgan x Female Reader - drabble (100 words); misogyny, medium honor Arthur, implied torture and violence, swearing

The damn O'Driscoll won't look at you.

You suppose in his spot, you'd do the same. Arthur Morgan is a mean son-of-a-bitch, and as he taps the dull side of his knife against his temple, he's quite the sight.

But this isn't Arthur's hunt—it's yours.

And Arthur’s quick to remind your hostage as much. "Y'know, O'Driscoll, just 'cause I'm a man don't mean I'm the one ya should be cowering from."

The O'Driscoll looks at you and blanches. You sneer.

Later, riding back, you glance at your companion.

"Mister Morgan… never knew. You’re surprisingly modern for an outlaw, huh?"

Day 11 of Fav Blorbo x Reader Drabble Month. Challenge organized by @thedrabblecollective.

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