Bail-Out - One-shot
Summary : Arthur bails f!reader out of jail. Or, Arthur takes his anger out on f!reader for getting caught like a dumbass.
Characters : Arthur Morgan
Pairings : Arthur Morgan x F!Reader
Rated : E
Word Count : 4.0k
Warnings : DUB-CON, LOW HONOR ARTHUR, Vaginal fingering, dry humping, semi-public sex, handjob, oral m!receiving, throat-fucking, slapping, mildly sadistic Arthur, come-eating, (kinda) ruined orgasm, hair pulling, bondage, light role-playing, degradation
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A/N : this is probably the least amount of time i've ever spent on writing a fic but i'm really pleased with how this one turned out this time! took me about two days, phew!! please comment and reblog to keep small accounts like mine on the algorithm !!
You'd only snapped out of your idle, aimless thoughts while staring through the barred cell window when a set of keys had been tossed over the Sheriff's desk with a raucous jangling. Irritably, you only spared him a peripheral glare before bringing your knees up toward your chest, hunched over to interlock your arms across them; You still needed to ruminate on a solution of this bullshit situation.
Some loud-mouth had gotten smart with you in the saloon down the way a couple days back, and you'd biffed him something fierce. He'd socked you good in return, tried to turn a knife from behind the bar on you before you'd shot him.
It was instinct; Defense, you protested.
They threw you in a cell nonetheless.
This town was a good distance from their current camp, but you had a reason to be all the way out here in New territory; Let it be evident that folks in this corner of Montana didn't take manslaughter so lightly.
You were to be hung tomorrow.
The soft scrape of a match against a bootsole drew your attention back to the deputy -- whom, as of now, was temporarily occupying the Sheriff's shoes -- once more. He arrogantly kicked his feet up on the edge of the varnished table while cupping a hand around the butt of his cigar as he lit and puffed the cherry full; His eyes met yours with a pearly grin to crease the corners, blowing the tangy smoke from the corner of his mouth like a locomotive's scathing exhaust.
"So," he started casually, his dark mustache quirking with aloof amusement, "considering your condemned status; Any final meals on your mind before execution, sweetheart?"
You visibly turned your nose up at the impudent suggestion dancing on the young deputy's tone, scoffing at the impression you decided to leave hanging in the stuffy air. Not even if he were the last man on earth, would you let him even get a peck on the cheek.
"Aw, what's the matter?"
His chastising lilt grated on your nerves like a cat being stroked against the grain; And if you possessed a tail, it might have snapped in agitation. You shot him another glare instead, watching chapped lips suck around the end of the cigar and puff out another furl of smoke into the still air.
"It's just the pair of us here, darling," he attempted to negotiate, letting the cigar hang from between his lips as he stood with a flourish of his coat lapels to begin striding toward you.
A click from the door to his left would halt him in his tracks, each pair of eyes in the jailhouse shifting to the threshold as a figure engulfed the doorway.
Your eyes naturally flickered up toward the man's face hidden by the brim of a sand-blasted leather gamblers hat, and saw the familiar frayed wax-hemp for a hatband before you got to see the rest of his face.
Arthur had come to save your sorry-hide once again.
Your heart had soared with relief upon knowing that the gang had caught wind of your disappearance, but it plummeted right into your guts when you caught the brief, pointed snarl on Arthur's face when his eyes flickered to you in the opposite cell.
"Deputy," he began, cool as ice, shutting the door behind himself as he set his hand on his hip and kept the other on the door handle, "why ain't this young lady ready for transport?"
The deputy just gawked before he found his authority again, "Excuse me, mister?"
Arthur slowly advanced on the deputy with a curl set in his nose like a buggered mutt, hand retreating from the doorknob to snatch the lapel of his duster aside, flashing the brass star of a United States Marshal with a short-tempered growl; The Deputy followed Arthur's hand, and you could see his face go white as a sheet. "Go ahead and ask me another goddamn question, and I'll have your Sheriff tearing your ass raw," the undercover gunslinger barked as he jabbed a finger in the younger man's sternum.
"Y-Yes, Marshal, sir," was all he could muster under Arthur's intimidating shadow.
"Either you're too goddamn ignorant to be trusted with federal telegrams, or your Sheriff just didn't give a rat's ass to tell you in the first place -- here's hopin', for your sake." Arthur's ire was evidsnt on his voice, and you had a hunch that most of it would've been meant for you if this deputy hadn't been such a greenhorn.
Oh, but Marshal Morgan wasn't finished.
"You ought'a know the broad in that cell has a federal bounty, I've come to collect for my superiors, and I'm already way behind my schedule without this wench situated in a wagon upon my arrival, boy," Arthur lowed, leering over the deputy until his cigar smoke wafted near his face. In a fraction of a second, Arthur angrily snatched the cigar from his fingers to sneer a question that came off as an order, "Where the hell is your Sheriff, I want a word with him."
"Oh! Oh-ho, uh -- that's unnecessary, sir -- Marshal -- I'll get that all arranged for you right now. I just -- I had no idea --" the deputy scrambled in place for a moment to remedy this unfortunate coincidence before darting off toward the Sheriff's desk.
"I'll bet," Arthur deadpanned, unimpressed as he took a long pull from the cigar, watching the deputy scurry to the entry door before he hissed sharply. "Just -- For Christ's sake, boy, I'm already behind! Just bind her, I'm hittin' the damn breeze."
The deputy gaped again before padding past Arthur with a purpose, fiddling with the keyring he'd retrieved to unlock your cell. It was all you could do not to grin like a moron at the scene before you; Arthur quelling his ire with the deputy's smoke while the latter shat himself over being reprimanded by an alleged Fed.
You managed to rein it in by the time your hands were bound at the small of your back for 'transit' to your Federal reprimand, or whatever the hell; It didn't matter on this day. Still, you shot the deputy a look and feigned a silent gag as Arthur escorted you toward the door, if only to save your bruised pride after being catcalled by grass-bellied bastards all weekend.
The look on his face was befitting of an entitled man that could get a badge for a handout, and not pussy.
Arthur mumbled his gratitude -- for what it was worth -- as he passed the deputy, flicking the fresh cigar into the mud with a final drag once the door was shut behind him as you trampled down the pinewood stairs. Your small victory dissipated like dew under the high sun when you became aware of the thick, heavy air Arthur tensely exuded in his silence as he escorted you down the road by the elbow.
"You're goddamn lucky I caught wind of this," Arthur finally spoke up once they were out of the office's ear-shot, the vestiges of the cigar smoke from his last pull wisping in your periphery, his grip tightening on your arm. "I should'a left you to swing in the mornin'. Let y' think we'd forgotten all about you."
It could've been an empty threat, but that wasn't likely the case with a man of his caliber.
Your responsive chuckle was more to ease your own nerves than to annoy Arthur further; It wasn't received as such, evident in the way he jerked you outward and back into his side as if you'd been fighting your binds, "All you do is provoke me, woman."
"You don't even know what happened, you got no right to be --" you'd began with a start, head whirling around confrontationally before Arthur curtly cut you off.
Between the deputy and your incarceration, as well as your attitude, he seemed to be at his wits end. His hand tightened into a painful vice on your upper arm while the other snapped up to scruff you and yank your head backwards. While you jerked to retaliate Arthur's abrupt temerity, he practically hoisted you up by your bound arms and hauled-off into an alleyway within three strides.
It was a blur of stars and streetlight between your strands of hair, eyes transfixed on the sky above as you were moved between two tall buildings, dizzy with an adrenaline spike as Arthur threw you face-first into the oak shingles. You stumbled to catch yourself as your legs buckled, unable to flail your arms and spare yourself that way, you just wobbled upright the best you could. Right as you'd caught your footing, a numbing crack split the air and spun you around, pain blooming across your cheek in waves as you gasped aloud.
As soon as you'd registered that Arthur had slapped you, his bare hand seized your jaw with a bone-breaking grip, yanking you toward himself to snarl, "You're a fuckin' idiot, girl. Every town from here to Custer's heard about you shooting half a man's face off in a bar; Just how often do you think that happens?"
His breath was hot and seething, and from what you could see past the mess of your hair, he was enraged, now.
"He pulled a knife on me, Arthur!" You'd whinge, biting your lip when you felt it tremble with the waver in your voice.
"You shouldn't have been there in the first goddamn place," Arthur roiled like thunder, pushing your head back into the wall as he shifted his grip to your throat. "Should'a let you believe I'd let 'em stretch this pretty fuckin' neck o' yours, maybe then you'd be more thankful for what I do."
"I'm sorry, Arthur," you puffed while nervously wetting your lips, tasting a hint of copper on your tongue. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that -- I know, thank you for busting me out."
His lips pursed as his head reeled back in feigned contemplation, his other hand was gloved, reaching up to messily pet your hair out of your face. With a hum, he shook his head and shrugged, "Uht-uh. That's just not good enough for me this evenin'."
Before the words had even fully ran off his tongue, your world spun again, facing the wall with an airless gasp when Arthur flattened his chest against your back, his bare hand replacing itself around your front to cup your throat as he pressed his erection up against your ass with a groan.
"W-What are you doing?"
It was all happened quicker than your addled mind could keep-pace with, twisting at the hemp that bit into your wrists as Arthur flattened you against the wall and slotted his face against your neck. Squirming was goddamn useless; You were only grinding backwards into the tent of his trousers without your hands free, fruitlessly pressing him back and away only afforded him more opportunities.
"Arthur, stop it!"
When your ass pressed back into his cock as it jumped againat the fabric, Arthur reached around to palm your clothed sex in his gloved hand. His fingers kneaded into the seam of your jeans, bringing you up on your tiptoes by his grip under your cunt, lifting you backwards onto his dick as it throbbed against your mound.
"Shut the hell up," Arthur mumbled lackadaisically, entirely unamused by your chaste protests as he rutted into your clothed ass. "You owe me, woman, and I ain't letting your interest stack-up."
You bucked with a stifled whine when Arthur pulled his hand back and slapped your pussy through your jeans as if to drive his point. Then he was fumbling at the buttons in the front, only enough to loosen your waistband, giving himself ample room to shove his hand down your pants, plunging into your bloomers and between your legs while you writhed and thrashed.
"No! No, Arthur -- please, not there --"
"Shut your goddamn mouth, before I gag ya the rest of the way home!" Arthur thundered, shucking your pants past your ass to deliver two harsh slaps that lingered against your naked thigh. "I don't want your filthy fuckin' cunt, anyway. Christ-knows where you've been."
His hand found the front of your sex again, cramming past the hem of your jeans to swipe two fingers up the seam of your sex, an unbridled, throaty moan breaking past his locked teeth. You were drenched, embarrassingly so; Sticking to the inside of your bloomers, your cunt was absolutely drooling over his fingers.
"I can feel you through my damn gloves, dirty fuckin' girl," Arthur rasped into the crook of your neck, grazing his teeth over the column as he rutted against your bare ass with temptation. You knew he wanted it. No man in his right mind would pass-up a quick, sloppy fuck in this situation, but Arthur held onto his resolve.
He had enough discipline to know how he wanted you at the end of all this.
His leather-clad fingers slipped along the folds of your cunt from your clitoris to the fluttering ring of muscle that wept for his attention. He was appalled, if his open-mouth breathing beside your ear had anything to show for it; You felt his cock pulsing and jumping against your ass with each pass of his fingers.
"You're gonna stay quiet and make this shit up to me," Arthur whispered, his tender, careful tone misleading you into a false sense of security as his erection stirred against you. "Or I'm leaving you here when I'm done and you can fuckin' walk home.
All you could do was concur with a nod against the rough oak panels, a soft whine betraying your distress as Arthur twirled his finger around your clit.
In the same heartbeat, Arthur shifted focus and crammed two of his thick gloved fingers into your sopping cunt, tightening his grip on your throat when you instinctively tried to fold and buck away. He only adjusted his angle, fully sheathing his two digits into your spasming walls as his hips pressed you against his palm from behind.
Your hands fisted at the front of Arthur's shirt as he pumped his hand, jackrabbiting his hand into your pussy with a lewd, wet slapping noise as you struggled to acclimate. "You'd better make-do with this, sweet thing, 'cause this is all I'm giving you," Arthur huffed out, meeting the frenzied contortion of your hips with the outline of his cock, pulling back from biting at your shoulders only to watch the wet patch of pre-cum on his breeches spread.
Occasionally, the thumb-seam of his glove would nip into your clitoris and leave you spasming frantically, whimpering in frustration as you sought it out for a modicum of relief. Your arms flexed and pulled at your restraints, kneading at Arthur's shirt as he pummeled your cunt raw and pink.
He moved in a way that utilized your grip on his shirt, your desperate fumbling pulling the hem up from where he'd tucked it into his jeans earlier. His murky brain seemed to come-to once more, the firm collar around your throat retreating between them to thumb-open the buttons on his breeches, maneuvering his cock out of his union suit and into your restrained hands.
The hot, velvety flesh knocked against your palms with a heavy weight, feeling his bare hand wrap your fingers around his shaft as the other persisted until your knees buckled.
"Shit, baby, le'me fuck those hands," Arthur growled like a depraved hound in rut, his dribbling cock already humping into your clasped hands.
With your grip secure, Arthur wrapped his arm around you in a bear-hug, fixing his hold on you as he centered his attention once more as your moans rose in pitch, his wrist snapping harshly.
His entire glove must've been drenched at this point, gliding easily against your folds as you rolled into the seam at the heel of his palm, head canted back against Arthur's shoulder with ragged, uneven gasps for air. Arthur almost matched your octave when your grip strangled his cock, zeroed-in on your pleasure for now. "This is all you fuckin' get, all y'get --"
Your nails bit into Arthur's shaft when your mind blurred around the haze of your pleasure, spasming between him and the wall as you pursued your permitted summit, fucking yourself onto Arthur's fingers as your clit ached and your guts rolled with a blinding-white heat. Your orgasm was practically ruined against the seam of his glove, his cock throbbing in your hands instead of where you needed him most, clamping around absolutely nothing as Arthur withdrew his fingers at the last second to abuse your clit and draw-out your climax almost painfully as your brain fought between stroking him or bucking into his hand as you babbled nonsensically.
Arthur's warmth and presence separated from you almost instantly, your glossy eyes shooting open against the wall as you turned around to find where he'd gone, your thighs still shivering from the aftershocks. He stood with his cock in his gloved right hand, stroking your slick over the engorged, mauve head of his uncut dick as he took a mental image of your disheveled visage. It was always rather evident when he was committing something to memory for his journal later, and that inking on its own made you clench around nothing.
"On your knees, sweetheart," Arthur chuffed, rolling his hand over his shaft wetly.
Of course, until now, you might've spat on his face and tore off in the other direction just go spite him. That was before he'd fingerfucked you within an inch of your life, however; Your legs were still trembling and your breath still short, so you obeyed and lowered yourself to the gravel that bit into your knees.
Arthur groaned openly as he watched your slow descent, hissing inwardly when he reached out to paw at your flushed, teary face. "You look so fuckin' good like this, baby," he huffed, his pupils engulfing the sunflowers of his irises in the dark, stroking your hair back from your face to grab a fistful of it and guide her head toward his erection, "Go on, so I can take us home."
You yourself got a big photographic with him displayed before you like this; Thick, long legs parted in a wide stance, fully-clothed and absolutely debauched with his battered cock in-hand, damn-near drooling over the way you looked.
Small victories.
And brief ones.
Once your tongue rolled out of your mouth, Arthur tapped his head against your cheek and then your tongue, just to watch your face blench before thrusting into your hot mouth with a heady moan. His fist twisted your bundle of hair around his fist, admiring the way your lips stretched around his shaft, delving halfway into your mouth before you'd gag and attempt to withdraw. Your screwed-up expression made Arthur grin in that crooked fashion he always did, feeling it bolt straight to your mistreated sex in response.
"You can do much better with that filthy lil' mouth, pumpkin," Arthur purred misleadingly, petting your hair out of your face before slapping the opposite cheek to elicit a cry from your full lips. "All 'at talk earlier? For this kitten-lickin' shit?" Arthur slapped you again, his opposite hand pushing your head a tad further when you found a rhythm.
He continued like that, gripping your hair close to the scalp to hold your head in place as he began to fully thrust into your mouth, passing the wedge of your throat with a perverted, broken moan as you gagged, "Mh-hmfph -- My cockdrunk girl, look at'cha... Show your Marshal just how goddamn grateful you are, baby, go on -- Mmf-fuck."
Your face had flushed as tears sprung into your eyes, choking and gagging simultaneously as Arthur sheathed himself to the hilt, pressing your nose flush against the dirty-blonde curls at the base of his cock until you coughed and his thighs shook. Eventually, his second hand would join the other behind the crown of your skull, bringing your face to meet his hips with each thrust as his balls applauded against your chin, switching between drilling into your throat and holding you in place until your throat clicked.
He was speaking absolute nonsense as your head bobbed, babbling and cooing praise in spite of his temper from earlier, peppering his affection to keep you from breaking away entirely. Arthur cussed as his head rolled back on his shoulders, shuddering before he folded over to watch you, "Fuck-baby-I'm-gonna-cum -- Christ alive, fuck!"
With a wheeze that tapered-off into a weak roar, Arthur exploded down your throat with a final thrust, panting hoarsely as he basked in the warmth of your mouth for a moment. He let you pull back from his musky pubic hairs a smidge, but refused to give you full control just yet as he let himself grow soft on your tongue.
"Show me," his command surprised you as he pulled his hips back, your lips releasing his cockhead with a soft pop as he pulled your head back to inspect your flushed, tear-tracked face. Astounding yourself, you unrolled your tongue to show him the pearlescent cum congealed on your tongue, studying Arthur's own scrutable astonishment as he cupped your jaw.
"Swallow it."
And you did; Closing your mouth, you gulped his tangy seed down with a sigh, absentmindedly licking your lips of any residue as Arthur's mouth fell open with a lewd moan.
He said nothing when he pulled you back up to your feet and wrapped you up in his arms to seal his drooling mouth to your own, lapping against your tongue to taste himself, allowing you a sample of that cigar from earlier along with it. You could've came again right then and there as Arthur practically devoured you, reaching around to knead the bare globes of your ass, dangerously close to your pulsating cunt, licking into your mouth until he'd had his fill, withdrawing only to reprimand you half-heartedly.
"Don't you ever do this shit again. You wait for me from now on," Arthur demanded, pinching your stinging cheeks together to drive his point home as you blinked at him.
You only nodded. He seemed pleased with that.
Arthur helped you put yourself back together after stuffing himself away into his jeans again, fixing your bloomers and breeches back into place, neatly tucking your shirt back in while your hands were still bound.
"Hey, d'you mind, Marshal?" you teased, smirking to yourself as you turned and flapped your hands at him pointedly.
Arthur just scoffed, perching his hands on his hips, "And how would that look on my record, lil' lady?"
"Wouldn't be the first time a U.S. Marshal partook in negotiations, no?"
He barked a short laugh, "Not this one."
He moved quicker than you again, even with most of his blood still accumulated in his cock, Arthur managed to grapple you to the dirt quickly. You almost shouted on instinct before remembering yourself, and you were only able to writhe for a moment anyway before his weight was on you, tugging at your ankles after bringing them together.
"The fuck are you doing, Arthur?!" You hissed in annoyance, feeling something cinch your ankles together before Arthur rolled you onto your back, pulling you up by the collar to sit-up so he could haul you up and over his shoulder.
Then you yelped, struggling to wriggle away as his arm strapped across the backs of your knees. You knew he wore that crooked, facetious grin.
"That's Marshal Morgan to you, ma'am," Arthur correctly truffle as he turned out of the alley, you watched the world pass from above behind Arthur's back as he made his way toward Boadicea. "Now, I'd hate to gag a lady, so please keep the complaints to a minimum," Arthur piped, reaching up to pat your ass before depositing you over Boadicea's dappled croup with a wheeze.
"You really are a fucking asshole," you growled, going limp once you knew your protests would get you nowhere.
Arthur mounted up with ease, turning Boadicea down the uneven road out of town, her gait punching into your diaphragm with each stride. Your alleged captor reached backwards to give your upper thigh a reassuring squeeze through your jeans, his pinky covertly stroking your sensitive pussy as he did.
Opportunistic pervert.
Footnotes : GODDAMN i had fun with this one. i got this idea in the middle of composing my cnc Alpha-17 fic and i needed to get it out before it managed to evade me, im a little proud of this one so i'd really love to know what you guys think !!! love y'all, more to come !! as always, reblogs and comments are encouraged/appreciated!!!!