summary: Arthur Morgan catching/walking in on reader (GN! reader)
warnings: nsfw, minors DNI, some swearing
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you and arthur's sex life is far from being dull. if anything, everyone at camp knee for a fact it wasn't
john would tease arthur, saying, "didn't know you had it in you, morgan."
arthur would roll his eyes, turning away so john wouldn't see the sudden redness in his face
eventually, there was a pause to the fun
arthur would be away for days, sometimes weeks, running off to be everyone's errand boy. by the time he'd come back, he would be exhausted and go straight to bed
one night, while arthur was away again, karen sat next to you at the campfire. "try fooling around with someone here at camp."
when she said that, you looked across the campfire and saw john. he glanced up from what he was doing and gave you a smile
you considered it for a moment but quickly dismissed the thought by shaking your head, looking away from john
the evening came to an end, everyone went to their tents or bed rolls, going to sleep. you started sleeping in arthur's tent since he told you to, in hopes you wouldn't miss him while he was away
spoiler: it didn't work
it's his tent, everything of his surrounded you, and the bed smell just like him
you tried to sleep, yet you tossed and turned. getting annoyed that you weren't tired, you were in need of someone's touch or any touch of the matter
a thought crossed your mind, sitting up slightly to make sure the tent's flap was closed and no one can see in. when the coast was clear, you took off your bottoms quickly and started touching yourself, relieving the building ache and sighing in relief
you quickened the pace, frustrated and in need of release, you arched your back, your eyes screwed shut as you thought about arthur
speaking of the devil, arthur had just arrived back to camp. hitching his horse as he quietly makes his way to his tent. he noticed that the lantern was still on, feeling guilty at the thought of you waiting up on him
when he moved the tent's flap to enter, he nearly loses his shit at what he sees
there you are, on his bed, naked and pleasuring yourself with your back arched. you didn't hear or see him come in, completely lost within yourself. you were almost close but stopped and almost screamed when arthur spoke up
"ain't that a pretty sight."
your movements stopped, sitting up as you grabbed the blanket to cover yourself. he's seen you bare hundreds of times but this was an entirely different thing. the one night you decide to touch yourself, he comes back home. you were happy but mostly mortified because he walked in on you
arthur starts undoing the buttons on his shirt, "i've been terrible to you, huh? don't worry, i'll take care of you."
the next morning, dutch stood outside of arthur's tent, "arthur! are you in there? hello, are you-" dutch was cut off when arthur popped his head out, glaring at the man in pure annoyance
"i'm busy! go bother micah." with that, he goes back inside the tent, closing the flap again
hosea was walking past, chuckling as he placed a hand on dutch's shoulder. "you should leave him alone for a few days."
Wanted to say I looovvve how you write Arthur! Since you’re taking requests I was wondering if you’d do something like the nsfw alphabet for him or just general headcanons for him? Thank you:)
I’ve always wanted to do one of these. Thanks for the nudge! For reference, our boah is high-honor for this.
Drop a line and tell me which one is your favorite!
NSFW Alphabet : Arthur Morgan
➵ Fic Masterlist
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He’s usually a panting, groaning mess after orgasm, but as soon as he catches his breath, he’s peppering your face with kisses, heaping praise upon you.
“Such a good girl.” He’ll rumble in those low timbres, his deep voice sex-hoarse as he gently wipes his spend from your skin.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Arthur loves the gentle slope - the long curve of your neck. He loves kissing it, suckling at it, leaving marks and bruises as he not so secretly enjoys you having physical signs that you’re his.
He’s not one to think much of himself, he’s known to degrade himself, but if you were insistent on an answer, he would say his arms. Broad and strong from years of hard living - heaving hunted animals over his shoulder, roping horses, beating men. His arms draw you into the line of his body, wrapping around your waist and keeping you secure and safe.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He’s not an idiot. Not at this point in his life. Having had gotten a girl pregnant and living in proximity to John’s stupidity with Abigail, he knows that the temporary high of spending into a woman wasn’t worth the risk of conceiving a child.
Doesn’t mean he doesn’t wish, want, so much, to spend within your warmth, not to pull himself from you jerkily.
If he were another man, in another life, not running in an outlaw gang - he would love to stay inside, to create life within you - to watch you grow and birth his child. If only. If only.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Big, bad gunslinger - outlaw - criminal, god, he would never hear the end of it if others knew how he whimpers as you nudge that spot beneath his testicles, your fingers pressing against that skin, and it feels so good he could cry.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
While in his later adult years, he has had fewer partners, in his youth, Arthur was a wild stallion. Rolling into a saloon with a sly smile and a bag full of gold coins from a robbery, working women flocked to him, and he certainly enjoyed their company.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Arthur certainly enjoys any way he can have you - and he certainly has enjoyed an array of positions - holding you up against a brick wall in a back alley in Saint Denis, bending you over the table in an empty cabin, watching you gyrate above him- riding him as he fucks up into you.
But deep down, this grisled outlaw is a romantic at heart, though he will never admit it.
He loves the most when you’re underneath him, when he can see your pretty face when you come, when he can spread himself out over you, when you cross your ankles over his hips to draw you in.
In this cruel, hard world, he loves you safe and secure beneath him, where he can shield you from all of its ugliness, if only for a few moments.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Arthur’s sense of humor is notoriously dry, and frankly, it's not brought to the bed, or whatever surface he’s having you on.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Well, it is 1899. And he’s a man that lives out in the wilds. Baths are hard to come by.
But you do enjoy trailing your fingers along the trail of dark hair that begins at his navel and spreads across his pelvis - straight to the chestnut curls at the base of his cock.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Arthur worships you as the two of you fall into bed with one another. God, he told you he loved you before he slept with you - of course the moment is thick with emotion.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Sure, if a job takes him away from you for several days, he’ll get lonely. Arthur will pull the flaps on his small tent and lay himself on his bedroll, unbuttoning his union suit and taking his length in hand, closing his eyes and picturing you there: the way you whine into his ear. The way you clutch at his shoulders, the way you roll your hips to take him deeper. The way you grit out his name as you’re reaching the edge, the way your cunt pulses around him-
He spills over his hand, moaning as he comes down from his high. As he catches his breath and wipes off his hand before tucking himself away, he knows, he knows, that he will have to have the real thing as soon as he returns to you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
For someone with a mind-numbingly high bounty on his head, he should not like getting tied up so much.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Not that he has many options most of the time, his cot within his tent being the normal spot, but he does love to have you in a big bed, naked and squirming on fresh sheets. He takes you to hotels when he can, enjoying the ability to press you down into a soft mattress.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
There’s nothing that gets his blood pumping like successfully pulling off a heist. Riding back into camp loaded down with riches, swinging down off his horse, after depositing the take, he will seek you out, taking you hand in his and kissing it gently before walking you back to his tent and laying you down on his cot.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He may be a killer, a criminal, a bad person. But he does have a code. He has never and will never force himself on a woman. He would never force you to do anything for him if you said no, even though it would be more than easy enough for him to overpower you.
Fortunately for him, you don’t like saying no.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Christ, you wonder as you throw your head back in the pillow, was there anything this man couldn’t do well? He’s between your thighs suckling at your clit, tongue lapping at your entrance, pressing inside you as his warm breath ghosts over your core. Arthur loves diving between your legs, even drawing up your skirts out in the wild and tasting you. And god, is he good at it.
While he likes to give, give, give, he cannot help but groan as you sink to your knees in front of him, babbling near incoherently as you suck his cock until he spills hot and fast down your throat.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the setting. If he’s forced to go quickly, it is a brutal, punishing rhythm. But oh, if he’s got you in bed with nothing but time, he savors each slow, long stroke, and the whimpers that drip from your mouth like ambrosia.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not his favorite. He’d rather take his time to painstakingly take you apart - to feel every inch of you against him, to see and taste and love you. To give you the attention he believes fully you deserve.
But sometimes, the man just needs to be inside you, sheathing his cock in your warm, wet cunt. With your clothes still on and undergarments shoved to the side, Arthur groans as he sinks inside you, wanting never to leave.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s willing to try just about anything - unless it has the ability to hurt you. You hear talk in the saloons from working girls of acrobatic positions that you tell him about while blushing. He’ll try, as long as its not something that verges on dangerous.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
“I ain’t a teenager any more.” He’ll grumble, but he always, always, draws you to come multiple times before he actually does.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Again, it's 1899. Besides, he thoroughly enjoys bringing you over that edge with his fingers, his tongue, or his cock.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
You wouldn’t say he likes to tease you, but you find it completely unfair when he refuses to let you touch him, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you before he is ready to come himself.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Growing up in an outlaw camp, in close proximity to everyone, Arthur knows how to be quiet. But the second he gets you away, whether out in the wilds or a hotel room, he grunts and moans into your ear, his gravelly voice fading into primal noises the closer he gets.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He doesn’t know why he allowed it to happen - he should have been the one teaching you to shoot. Not Javier.
Or maybe it’s a good idea. He’s not sure how much learning would get done. Not after he’s seen you aim a repeater, tensing against the recoil.
He’d be bending you over the fence that Javier has lined up empty bottles on, pressing inside of you, his little gunslinger.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
As much as he’d deny it, Arthur is not diminished at all when stripped of his clothing. While he’s a bit self-conscious about his stippled and scarred skin, you fully enjoy tracing his life’s story with your fingers or your lips.
Arthur is not a small man. He’s tall and broad shouldered, muscular and solid. The first time you fish his cock from his union suit, a flash of panic shoots through you - how the hell were you supposed to take all of this?
You shouldn’t have worried, considering how much Arthur would work you open with his fingers and tongue before sinking into you - the stretch of him entering you never hurts.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Now, sometimes unfortunately, much like coffee, Arthur awakens and needs to have you to seemingly function. Sleepy, gentle sex as the sun rises lets him get out of bed on the right foot.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Even after bringing both of you to orgasm, panting, breathless, he won’t fall asleep right away. He’ll always have enough energy, at the very least, to clean your skin of his spend and draw you into his embrace, winding your legs around each others’, and holding you close until you both fall asleep, completely satiated.
Wanted to say I looovvve how you write Arthur! Since you’re taking requests I was wondering if you’d do something like the nsfw alphabet for him or just general headcanons for him? Thank you:)
I’ve always wanted to do one of these. Thanks for the nudge! For reference, our boah is high-honor for this.
Drop a line and tell me which one is your favorite!
NSFW Alphabet : Arthur Morgan
➵ Fic Masterlist
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
He’s usually a panting, groaning mess after orgasm, but as soon as he catches his breath, he’s peppering your face with kisses, heaping praise upon you.
“Such a good girl.” He’ll rumble in those low timbres, his deep voice sex-hoarse as he gently wipes his spend from your skin.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Arthur loves the gentle slope - the long curve of your neck. He loves kissing it, suckling at it, leaving marks and bruises as he not so secretly enjoys you having physical signs that you’re his.
He’s not one to think much of himself, he’s known to degrade himself, but if you were insistent on an answer, he would say his arms. Broad and strong from years of hard living - heaving hunted animals over his shoulder, roping horses, beating men. His arms draw you into the line of his body, wrapping around your waist and keeping you secure and safe.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He’s not an idiot. Not at this point in his life. Having had gotten a girl pregnant and living in proximity to John’s stupidity with Abigail, he knows that the temporary high of spending into a woman wasn’t worth the risk of conceiving a child.
Doesn’t mean he doesn’t wish, want, so much, to spend within your warmth, not to pull himself from you jerkily.
If he were another man, in another life, not running in an outlaw gang - he would love to stay inside, to create life within you - to watch you grow and birth his child. If only. If only.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Big, bad gunslinger - outlaw - criminal, god, he would never hear the end of it if others knew how he whimpers as you nudge that spot beneath his testicles, your fingers pressing against that skin, and it feels so good he could cry.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
While in his later adult years, he has had fewer partners, in his youth, Arthur was a wild stallion. Rolling into a saloon with a sly smile and a bag full of gold coins from a robbery, working women flocked to him, and he certainly enjoyed their company.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Arthur certainly enjoys any way he can have you - and he certainly has enjoyed an array of positions - holding you up against a brick wall in a back alley in Saint Denis, bending you over the table in an empty cabin, watching you gyrate above him- riding him as he fucks up into you.
But deep down, this grisled outlaw is a romantic at heart, though he will never admit it.
He loves the most when you’re underneath him, when he can see your pretty face when you come, when he can spread himself out over you, when you cross your ankles over his hips to draw you in.
In this cruel, hard world, he loves you safe and secure beneath him, where he can shield you from all of its ugliness, if only for a few moments.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Arthur’s sense of humor is notoriously dry, and frankly, it's not brought to the bed, or whatever surface he’s having you on.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Well, it is 1899. And he’s a man that lives out in the wilds. Baths are hard to come by.
But you do enjoy trailing your fingers along the trail of dark hair that begins at his navel and spreads across his pelvis - straight to the chestnut curls at the base of his cock.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Arthur worships you as the two of you fall into bed with one another. God, he told you he loved you before he slept with you - of course the moment is thick with emotion.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Sure, if a job takes him away from you for several days, he’ll get lonely. Arthur will pull the flaps on his small tent and lay himself on his bedroll, unbuttoning his union suit and taking his length in hand, closing his eyes and picturing you there: the way you whine into his ear. The way you clutch at his shoulders, the way you roll your hips to take him deeper. The way you grit out his name as you’re reaching the edge, the way your cunt pulses around him-
He spills over his hand, moaning as he comes down from his high. As he catches his breath and wipes off his hand before tucking himself away, he knows, he knows, that he will have to have the real thing as soon as he returns to you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
For someone with a mind-numbingly high bounty on his head, he should not like getting tied up so much.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Not that he has many options most of the time, his cot within his tent being the normal spot, but he does love to have you in a big bed, naked and squirming on fresh sheets. He takes you to hotels when he can, enjoying the ability to press you down into a soft mattress.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
There’s nothing that gets his blood pumping like successfully pulling off a heist. Riding back into camp loaded down with riches, swinging down off his horse, after depositing the take, he will seek you out, taking you hand in his and kissing it gently before walking you back to his tent and laying you down on his cot.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He may be a killer, a criminal, a bad person. But he does have a code. He has never and will never force himself on a woman. He would never force you to do anything for him if you said no, even though it would be more than easy enough for him to overpower you.
Fortunately for him, you don’t like saying no.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Christ, you wonder as you throw your head back in the pillow, was there anything this man couldn’t do well? He’s between your thighs suckling at your clit, tongue lapping at your entrance, pressing inside you as his warm breath ghosts over your core. Arthur loves diving between your legs, even drawing up your skirts out in the wild and tasting you. And god, is he good at it.
While he likes to give, give, give, he cannot help but groan as you sink to your knees in front of him, babbling near incoherently as you suck his cock until he spills hot and fast down your throat.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Depends on the setting. If he’s forced to go quickly, it is a brutal, punishing rhythm. But oh, if he’s got you in bed with nothing but time, he savors each slow, long stroke, and the whimpers that drip from your mouth like ambrosia.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Not his favorite. He’d rather take his time to painstakingly take you apart - to feel every inch of you against him, to see and taste and love you. To give you the attention he believes fully you deserve.
But sometimes, the man just needs to be inside you, sheathing his cock in your warm, wet cunt. With your clothes still on and undergarments shoved to the side, Arthur groans as he sinks inside you, wanting never to leave.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He’s willing to try just about anything - unless it has the ability to hurt you. You hear talk in the saloons from working girls of acrobatic positions that you tell him about while blushing. He’ll try, as long as its not something that verges on dangerous.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
“I ain’t a teenager any more.” He’ll grumble, but he always, always, draws you to come multiple times before he actually does.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Again, it's 1899. Besides, he thoroughly enjoys bringing you over that edge with his fingers, his tongue, or his cock.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
You wouldn’t say he likes to tease you, but you find it completely unfair when he refuses to let you touch him, drawing orgasm after orgasm from you before he is ready to come himself.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Growing up in an outlaw camp, in close proximity to everyone, Arthur knows how to be quiet. But the second he gets you away, whether out in the wilds or a hotel room, he grunts and moans into your ear, his gravelly voice fading into primal noises the closer he gets.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He doesn’t know why he allowed it to happen - he should have been the one teaching you to shoot. Not Javier.
Or maybe it’s a good idea. He’s not sure how much learning would get done. Not after he’s seen you aim a repeater, tensing against the recoil.
He’d be bending you over the fence that Javier has lined up empty bottles on, pressing inside of you, his little gunslinger.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
As much as he’d deny it, Arthur is not diminished at all when stripped of his clothing. While he’s a bit self-conscious about his stippled and scarred skin, you fully enjoy tracing his life’s story with your fingers or your lips.
Arthur is not a small man. He’s tall and broad shouldered, muscular and solid. The first time you fish his cock from his union suit, a flash of panic shoots through you - how the hell were you supposed to take all of this?
You shouldn’t have worried, considering how much Arthur would work you open with his fingers and tongue before sinking into you - the stretch of him entering you never hurts.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Now, sometimes unfortunately, much like coffee, Arthur awakens and needs to have you to seemingly function. Sleepy, gentle sex as the sun rises lets him get out of bed on the right foot.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Even after bringing both of you to orgasm, panting, breathless, he won’t fall asleep right away. He’ll always have enough energy, at the very least, to clean your skin of his spend and draw you into his embrace, winding your legs around each others’, and holding you close until you both fall asleep, completely satiated.
Custom Funko Project: Far Cry 5 | John, Jacob & Faith Seed
/ In the beginning of 2022 I got really into making custom funkos of my most favorite characters & have been marking so many off my to-do list. Today I'm showing off the results for the Seeds and the boxes I designed to go with the figures.
When making the ones for John, Jacob and Faith (and for all characters I recreate really) I wanted to include as many details as possible and get as accurate to the OG character as I can. When it comes to accessories I basically make everything on my own.
For John: I handdrew all the tattoos that would be visible + scar on his chest. Included the EG earring and belt, his watch and made the sunglasses from scratch.
For Faith: Lace details on the dress. The flowers took hours, but I'm so happy with how they turned out. Another thing I handpainted were the butterflies, I never thought I'd be able to paint them in such tiny scale.
For Jacob: All the patches he has on his shirt are yet again handpainted. Necklaces + knife were a must.
And ofc, at some point I plan on making a Joseph funko.
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