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A Familiar World

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Modern F!Reader

Universe: Red Dead Redemption 2

Words: 1.2k

TW: Que Opera Singing voice SMUT | Smut-time language | Fluff | Language | Unprotected Sex | Bodily fluids

Prompt: @mesangelique A modern reader brought in the past by one of the rock pictures (Francis Sinclair) finding a dying Arthur on the cliff and bringing him in their cabin to take care of him, managing to save him and eventually both falling in love with each other and having S3X.

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"God damn it, I was so comfortable." You groan as you push yourself out of bed to get up to use the bathroom for what felt like the umpteenth time. You open your bedroom door and you feel this odd breeze, the smell was so different, the floor felt different. You open your eyes and look down, and then quickly look up to see Francis Sinclair standing there, you jump back a bit, your heart pounding.

"AHA! IT WORKED! I KNEW IT!" He laughs and looks at you.

"Where the fuck am I?" you demand.

"What year are you from again?" He asks you.

"AGAIN? What year are you from!?" You demand to know.

"1899... What yea-"

"1899... you're fuckin kidding me!" You exclaimed. Looking around you start to stumble around, trying to find something but you're unsure. You pinch yourself, but you're still there. Letting out a heavy breath you start to wander off.

"You don-"

"HUSH FUNNY MAN!" You hell back as you start to wander off trying to find your way but it was dusk and the sun was starting to set. You got a good distance before you started to run out of breath, looking around you hear a man who seems to be in pain. Looking around you see a man on the edge of a cliff and run to help him. Instinctively you bring up up a hill to a cabin. Looking around the cabin seems to be unoccupied. Though the funny thing is the moment you enter, it's like you've been here before, it's like this is something you would have. Your mind feels fuzzy eventually things become second nature to you.

You take Arthur to a cot you have in a spare room and lay him down and tend to his wounds, getting them clean. You pull the blanket over him and sit in the kitchen, flipping open a silver box you look at the unfiltered cigarettes and shrug. "Well, you only live once." you tell yourself taking a long drag after lighting it with a candle and cough heavily and take another drag. "I could get used to this..." You chuckle looking around you walk to a master bedroom after pushing yourself out of a chair with the filterless cigarette between your lips and find a closet full of clothing. You take a seat on the bed and finish your cigarette and put it out in the tray by the bed and look at the closet. Shrugging you strip down and get into the times with the clothing.

"Oh this is not comfortable. So many damn layers!" You snarl as you slip into something a little easier and let out a breath. Making your way to the kitchen again, you sit at the table and watch the man from the chair. With your head in your hands, you drift into a soft quiet sleep.

Jolting yourself awake you look around and it's morning. Looking around you let out a breath. "Arthur, what are you doing?" you ask, how you knew his name you furrow your brow.

"Walking, what does it look like?" He asks with a soft grunt.

"You were hurt, Are you feeling better?"

"Girl, did you hit your head?" He chuckles, your brow furrows again and you get up walking him back to the bed. Had you hit your head? You were wearing something different, but this feeling that you had taken care of him this whole time had rushed over you. As you stand up to take his arm to escort him back to bed you get flashbacks. Tending to his every wound, the look in his eyes. You set him down and open his shirt and look over his face. You rest your hand on his chest and look at him.

"Your wounds look good Arthur." You state softly. He smiles back at you and touches your leg his hand running up your leg gripping slightly.

Biting your lip you look over his face, feeling this feeling of a connection you lean in and kiss him softly. His arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you closer, he untucks your blouse and his warm rough hand caresses the small of your back and he leans in a bit more into the kiss and your hands press on his shoulders as he pulls you onto the bed. He doesn't break from the kiss, in fact, he deepens the kiss and you move your hips up into him a bit moving back onto the pillow. With one hand supporting him beside your head you look over his face and kiss his strong arms, while the other hand is sliding under your skirt. You let out a jagged breath as you feel him touch your skin. A shiver quakes over you and you reach down to undo his belt and his pants.

Smiling he looks over your face and you feel him in your hand after you release him from his pants. Biting your lip you lean up and kiss him, holding him in your hand as you move your hand back and forth, he groans in your mouth. You shiver, feeling yourself quake and quiver with want. You move him to your entrance and he lets out a low grunt as he slowly pushes himself into your warm wetness.

Your back arches a bit as he slowly begins to thrust, letting out a soft moan he takes your hands into his and pins them on either side of your head as his hips move into your buckling ones as he slowly fucks you. You feel this sensation wash over you with so much want and need for this man you hardly know but feel deeply for. Your legs wrap around his waist digging your heels into the small of his back and he picks up speed. Your breathing picks up and your muscles restrict around his hard cock.

"Fuck." He groans. "You feel so good." He groans again.

"Oh, Arthur, don't stop." you beg softly as you grind your hips against him, almost begging for more.

He moves to an elbow letting go of your hand as he kisses your neck and a hand tangled in your hair as he starts to pick up speed, causing you to massage his cock with your muscles.

"Keep that up girl and you're going to make me cum." He tells you.

"I can't help it, you feel so good." You whimper, biting your lip you breathe heavily as you move your body with his, a free hand of his slips under your shirt caressing your breast playing with your nipple and you let out a heavier moan. "Oh fuck." You moan louder.

"Hold on girl, not yet." He tells you.

Picking up speed the bed begins to smack against the wall. Your body quakes with the feeling of needing his finish. You bite your lip letting out a heavy groan. "I can't wait anymore Arthur, I'm going to cum." You moan.

"Come on girl, cum on my cock." He feels you quake, your pussy pulsating around his cock. "Atta girl. Cum for me." He coaxes you.

Your body wastes no time before it finishes hard, feeling him finish with you his cock twitches inside you pulsating with you as he lets out a heavy grunt and pushes deeper inside you. He lets out a heavy breath as he slowly pulls from you and looks over your face. "I feel better now." He smirks.

"Good... Breakfast?" you smile with a soft chuckle.

"Home?" He asks you.

Nodding your head. "Home."

"Breakfast sounds good." He smiles.

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Being Arthur’s Lover would Include:

Lots of horseback riding. I could make a joke about riding bareback right? 

Bathing with him in streams and hot-springs.

This includes sex in streams and hot-springs. 

Especially hot-springs. 

Did I mention sex? 

If he’s around you often enough, you’ll have it plenty. 

This includes him telling you to be quiet in his tent and covering your mouth while he grunts quietly. 

You’d be the only reason he gets a covered tent. 

He doesn’t want anyone else gawking at your nude body. Its his and his alone. 

He’d never touch another woman as long as he lives so long as he has you. 

You’d be protected from everything. 

heaven forbid you even get a scratch on you, he’d use his savings to make sure it didn’t get worse. 

You’d have to remind him that you aren’t always a fragile little thing. 

He likes when you call him Daddy. 

Thicker girl? Not a problem. 

He has a thing for watching your ass when you walk away. 

But if someone else does, they get an earful about about it. 

or they get punched in the face.

He’d start a bar fight to defend you. 

Sitting under the stars is a normal. 

Morning coffee’s together are usually had naked and still wrapped in each others arms. 

You are the one to shave him and take care of his haircuts from now on. 

And he wants you to make it look how you like it. 

He cares about what you think and what you feel. 

He’s blunt, so he’s decent about communication, depending on the emotion. 

But sometimes you have to get him to open up about complicated things. 

When he does, he gets more intimate with you. 

You are constantly having to fix his favorite clothes.

Either he’s damaged them while working or you did it because sex got rough. 

Rough sex by the way is a regular. 

He won’t hesitate to take you where and when he pleases. 

In barns, in the woods, behind giant rocks. If he’s in the mood, you are there for him. 

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